took me a few days to do this

anonymous asked:

Hi. Can you make an analysis on ciel- lizzy relationship and Ciel -sieglinde.

I usually stay out of the shipping wars.

Truth is, my thoughts on each of those ships will probably upset both sides of the debate LOL….

First off, let me preface this by explaining that I’m a strong supporter of twin theory. I think the real Ciel was sacrificed at the demon-summoning ritual “that day” (when the contract was made), and that our earl is actually the younger, physically weaker twin… who took his brother’s name for reasons not yet fully understood. I have a few main ideas for why he would do this: 1. It might be harder to get the estate back and the earldom if he’s the weaker, sickly brother. It might stay with the crown or go to the Midfords. 2. Our earl might have just plain been jealous of his brother (like Jacob was of Esau)… and greedy, wanting everything easily – the estate, the title, the girl that would have married Ciel. Claiming to be Ciel and hiding his health problems would be the “easy”, quick fix. 3. He might have really wanted Lizzie for himself, and her betrothal to Ciel would not simply transfer to him the same way as real estate or titles…. The original betrothal would have died with the real Ciel, and her parents *might* have arranged for her to marry into another family instead of marrying our earl. These reasons overlap, and the truth might be some combination of them. Now to your specific question.


Lizzie was betrothed to Ciel… the real Ciel, and (like I said) I don’t think that’s our earl. The real Ciel was happy to be betrothed to Lizzie, but only because he thought she was “cute” and super-girly. Her mother, Frances, was “scary” to him; he didn’t want a strong, independent woman to be his wife. This is the whole reason why Lizzie rebelled against her mother over fencing lessons… and why, once those lessons resumed, she kept it a secret from Ciel (and his twin). This secretive behavior continued when the earl (calling himself “Ciel”) returned to the manor, as Lizzie maintained this weak, girlish facade and chose to wear the low-heeled/flat shoes. It’s interesting that Yana-san has said that Vincent tried to look more youthful than he was because Rachel was so much younger than him. Here, Lizzie is doing something similar, trying to maintain this childish appearance because she thinks that’s what “Ciel” wants. @akumadeenglish did a translation of a post Yana-san wrote about Vincent trying to look younger for Rachel….

But things have changed, and our earl has a different worldview than his older twin. He sees value in having a future wife who can stand up for herself and (in a pinch) even protect him. This is why Frances wanted Lizzie to be strong to begin with… not so much to be with a husband who needs her protection… but to be able to fight if necessary, since the role of Queen’s Watchdog is dangerous, and being the wife of the Queen’s Watchdog is dangerous, too. If that were not the case, Vincent would likely still be dead, but Rachel might have been left alive. The order to attack the manor wasn’t just to take out the earl; it was to destroy his entire household (him, his family, his servants) and even the house itself. Frances knew what she was about, and our earl knows first-hand the dangers of his office. He found Lizzie’s forced girlishness to be over-the-top and off-putting. I think he’s a better match with Lizzie than the real Ciel would have ever been.

But here’s where the Cielizzie peeps might get upset – I doubt they will actually end up married. If my pet Mother3 theory pans out, our earl won’t be marrying anyone, at least not before the series ends. Either the earl dies before he can turn 14 (and yes, I know that’s only about a month of timeline away), or the series just plain ends at about that same time (again, I know that only gives us about a month of timeline) with him alive. If he’s still alive at the end of the series, that means Sebastian was either unable to fulfill the contract… or unable to devour the earl’s soul due to some loophole in the contract. Even if he somehow survives this, the earl isn’t likely to get married. In order to get out of the contract he might have to give up his humanity (this includes theories about him becoming a demon).

There’s also the strong possibility that Lizzie breaks the betrothal agreement. Once she finds out she’s been duped by the earl, she might decide she doesn’t want him. True, she might realize he’s a better match for her than the real Ciel ever would have been, but the deception of him pretending to be her intended husband is on a completely different level than her pretending to be a weak little girl…. Perhaps she ends up choosing her own husband (with her family’s blessing). The best news I can give for the Lizzie fans is that I expect her to live and to be her independent, individualistic self (though even Mother3 theory doesn’t promise her survival). Like her mother, she might end up with someone *else* who can *also* admire her for her strengths. Not like it’s my OTP or anything, but I could totally see her (eventually, when she’s a bit older) with someone like Charles Phipps…. Their age difference wouldn’t matter at all once she’s “of age”, and this would be an advantageous match for both of their families….


Like Lizzie, I expect Sieglinde to survive the series (her counterpart/parallel in Mother3 lives, too.) However, as you can probably imagine, I don’t see our earl getting together with Sieglinde, either. There’s the whole “he might never marry” idea (as stated above), but they might not even be the really good match they *seem* to be. Though Sieglinde is a force to be reckoned with and could totally handle him – and that would be much like Vincent getting together with the rather masculine-minded Rachel (something Yana-san has explained in The Character Guide) – the earl might not develop such feelings for her. Honestly, Sieglinde might not be willing to settle for anyone; her undying curiosity and desire for knowledge might overtake her life. She really is a lot like Rachel – physically frail but sharp as a tack (and a bit dirty-minded), but she might choose to focus on research rather than marry anyone. Not that she couldn’t try to do both (Madam Red sure tried to have both a career and a family), but it might not be terribly feasible. If she were to marry, then it would probably be to someone who shares her specific interests…. I can see her just retaining Wolfram as her butler (and sometime lab assistant) and spending the rest of her life getting her kicks from learning and inventing. Maybe they travel a lot, since she wants to “see the world”….


I hope I don’t get (too much) hate mail for this LOL!

Thanks for the ask :)

doihavetodothings  asked:

counselling always gets to me too. it's just sort of emotionally and mentally exhausting you know? i'm sorry you're feeling so rubbish. hopefully after sort of hitting the wall you'll feel a bit better tomorrow. plus, you have boys making you cake and netflix. you deserve a relaxing evening x

I have had a better day today, tired but that’s a constant state. I got a few things done, and took the dog for a walk. I’ve not fully recovered but I still think it was a positive experience no matter how emotionally shattering it is to dig through your brain and talk so much about yourself. You know? I have a few hours of the house being empty tomorrow and I plan to have some me time beyond a nap. Just something nice for me that isn’t tumblr scrolling, Netflix, or crafting, which I will do anyway lbr.


While rummaging through a box he found in the attic, England uncovers some old photos, along with old memories.

(These took so long to make, I hope you guys like them! I was trying to put subtle stuff in the photos to try and tell a story, I’ve never done it before so it was good practice! I might end up writing something for this if I decide to stop being lazy.)


Triple collab with @mangaken and @chora-art !!♡

ALRIGHT LOL took me a while to post this but yeah heres a ‘switch’ collab we did a few days ago! We somehow made it so that the theme was pairings HAHA



and several days later, i’m finally done with this! nearly 140 frames and a lot of nonsense and the occasional cursing at my computer = an animatic of Evangeline from the Princess and the Frog, starring Papyrus/Mettaton (with bonus Sans and Napstablook).

… it took me several days to do this, and even with practice beforehand you can pretty clearly see the style change through the video, particularly for MTT, so i’m sorry about that… but y'know what, i’ll take it. settled for just redrawing a few of the painfully messy early ones, but since i’d never finish if i kept messing with it, here you go - hope you all enjoy. <3

in a drastic turn of events, it only took me two hours to finish a portrait

from an idea that me and @i-see-london-i-see-klance were bouncing around a few weeks ago that never ended up going anywhere, but who knows maybe this will REKINDLE THE FLAME


❄️   M e r r y    C h r i s t m a s    a n d   H a p p y    H o l i d a y s !   ❄️


Originally posted by sweetly87

Requested: By my sick self. 

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: Sickly Reader, Newt being impossibly sweet

Word Count: 1,169

A/N: I am pretty sick at the moment, and sometimes imagining my fictional husbands taking care of me helps. Hope that you guys like this! Requests are open, so hit me up!

You couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt this sick. Work was a travesty today. You had done your best, but you had spilled at least half of the cups of coffee that you were supposed to take to the department heads, lost a few important files. Overall it had been an awful day, and your boss had made you stay over to look for the files. By the time that you got home, all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball.

You took off your shoes and changed into comfortable clothes nearly the second you walked in the door. You were about to make yourself a cup of tea and maybe lie down for a bit when you found a note from Newt on the counter.

“My dearest love,
Please do me the greatest of favors and take care of the creatures for me. I caught word of an abandoned family of Bowtruckles just a quick jump away. I’m sure that they and I will both greatly appreciate your continued kindness.

Forever Yours,

You held in your groan and searched your small flat that you shared, and finally found his case resting on top of your bed. You clicked open the locks, slipping into the familiar warmth that seemed to flow out of the case. You weren’t sure if it was actually warm, or if it just felt like home. Either way, you were not complaining.

As much as you didn’t want to lug the food around for the creatures, you did miss them if you somehow forgot to visit them. It rarely happened, but after work somedays, you crashed. You gathered the food up as quickly as you could, hoping that you might be able to catch a few moments of sleep before Newt arrived with the new additions to your family.

You tossed the Occamies their dinner, while also trying your best not to fall over from the exhaustion. You hadn’t slept much the night before, and Newt had even argued with you about going to work in the morning. He thought it wasn’t a good idea, but he was so swept up in finding new creatures that he must have let it slip his mind.

And on a normal day, you wouldn’t have minded. But after searching for the demiguise for the better part of an hour and arguing with the Niffler about where your ring was, you didn’t think that you could find the energy within you to climb the stairs out of case into your own bed.

You found a comfortable spot of grass and sank into it as if you had found the most luxurious mattress in the entire world.

Newt found you, hours later, curled up on the ground in his case. He had been looking for you since coming in the door. Eventually, he had decided that you must have gone out, and decided to take the only Bowtruckle that had been left, who he had named Pickett.

You were in the fetal position on the ground, the Niffler tucked closely to your stomach. A few Occamies had slithered over to you, thinking of themselves as your guards, which made Newt chuckle. After a few Attempts to deposit Pickett with the rest of the Bowtruckles- all of which ended in failure- he simply tucked him into his pocket before making sure that you were okay.

Upon initial inspection, you seemed to be fine, but Newt knew that you would not be pleased to wake up with so many pieces of straw in your hair. He ushered the creatures back to their respective habitats before levitating you with his wand, carefully and bringing you back upstairs.

He was worried that you might wake up, or he would bump your head on something, so the process took a lot longer than he had expected. He had originally wanted to Apparate you upstairs, but knew that it was unlikely you would be able to sleep through it.

Thankfully, he managed to get you upstairs and changed before stepping on a creaky floor board and waking you up. You sat up, confused at first about where you were. But then, you saw Newt frozen across the room, his back still turned to you. You chuckled. He had a habit of thinking that if he froze, his actions would cancel out and he could somehow acquire a redo from the universe.

“What do you think that you are doing Mr. Scamander?” you laughed softly.

He turned slowly, a sheepish grin on his face. You patted the bed beside you, knowing that even though you were tired, he was also exhausted. It was a longer journey than he et on, if her was following suit.

“I found you downstairs, and I knew that you wouldn’t want to wake up down there with straw in your hair. So, I brought you up here and thought that I didn’t want to wake you, so I just, uh.”

You couldn’t hold the smile that was growing on your face. You had been with Newt for a long time, but you had never grown unappreciative when he shared his kindness with you.

He sat down on the bed beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder, and you leaned your head on top of his. “Thankyou.” You breathed, savoring the quiet moment that the two of you were rarely gifted with.

“You are most welcome.” He said quietly, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

You burrowed your face into his neck, his arms coming up to wrap around your middle. No matter how long you had been together, you still felt the sparks tickle at your neck when his lips met the nape of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of them tonight. I know that you aren’t feeling well.” He said, lips still where your neck meets your shoulder. “Speaking of,” he said, sitting up. You groaned at the loss of contact, obliging him. He pulled a small vial out of his coat pocket, rolling it between his fingers. “I’ll go and make you a cup of tea love. Put in a few drops of this and you will be good as new tomorrow.”

He was out of bed in a split second, and out of the room in a few more. You flopped back into bed, rolling up into a ball and hoping that maybe everything would magically heal. Was it that far-fetched? You were a wizard after all.

Newt was back after a few minutes, a steaming mug of tea in his hands. He handed it to you, before slipping into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach once again, rubbing soothing circles into your side. You leaned into him, sipping your tea, surprised to find it nearly perfect, although there was something that you couldn’t identify.

“Thankyou” you said quietly in between sips.

“I would do anything for you, love. You know that.”


This is how long it took me to call my senators and representative (Wicker, Cochran, and Harper of Mississippi) about Steve Bannon on Tuesday and Jeff Sessions today. 

Do you have phone anxiety? I do, too. Here’s what to expect: a very courteous staffer will answer. You ask to leave a message. They ask for your name and sometimes where you live. Then you state your message, and the staffer thanks you. That’s it. You don’t have to argue with anyone. There’s no discussion. 

Please take a few minutes (literally) out of your day to contact your representatives in Washington. This is important. This is EASY. This requires less time and effort than putting a safety pin on your shirt, and it is real action.

PS. Be kind and polite to the staffers.

Real story at the stationery store

*walked into a store*
Me: Okay, here is the shopping list remember buy fast and go, only buy things that you need.
*finished shopping* , *looked around*
Me: Omg that pencil case, that notebook, those pens.
Me: Wait a minute, do I actually need to buy new stuff? I still have tons of unused stationery at home.
Me: But I really need it, if I don’t buy it now, someone will buy it and it will be sold out.
Me: Well I think I deserve it because I worked so hard over the past few days.
*took and walked away*
*at home*
Me: Why did you buy new stationery? You need to start saving your money now!

fever dreams

on ao3

happy holidays @poor-miss-guided-girl​, i’m you’re secret santa for the @mlsecretsanta​!! sorry about the wait, i took some medication yesterday that put me out of commission for the entire day ; ^ ; 

i hope you enjoy!!!

(also, if anyone at all needs any hugs today, i’m here. i hope you’re all doing well)

“I’m fine,” Adrien insists.

Plagg gives him a weird look. “Are you sure? Because you shouldn’t go out if—”

Fine,” Adrien says before Plagg can finish or before his head can go back to hammering. The medicine doesn’t seem to have much effect for very long, but he will take these few minutes of relief and run with them. “Plagg, claws out!”

Becoming Chat Noir probably qualifies as one of his Bad Ideas.

As Chat, he can hear so much more than he can when he’s Adrien. And his head is protesting these new noises by getting ready to explode. Instead of turning back, he just grits his teeth and tries to ignore it.

He can feel Plagg nagging him. He ignores that too.

Ladybug turns to see him as he lands on a roof. “Running a little late, Chat.”

Chat gives her a lopsided smile. “Sorry, LB. I was taking a cat nap.” He wishes he was.

She rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue. “Come on, alley cat, let’s go.” She makes a motion to the east and takes off to the next rooftop.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before racing after her. Patrols usually aren’t too long. He can do this.

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Complicated (pt. 1)

Originally posted by voldemxrt

Originally posted by imagines-for-your-fandoms

Summary: Life was good. You had your boyfriend Cedric and best friend Oliver. But what happens when hidden feelings come to light?

Setting: Okay this all takes place during Sorcerer’s Stone, but I changed things around a bit so Oliver is a 5th year, Y/N and Cedric are 4th years (canon they’d be 3rd but for the sake of it I changed it a little)

Notes: Alright guys so I had the idea one day and kept thinking about it, and I decided to write it all out which took the better part of a few days when I should have been studying but here I am. Hope you guys like it and if you want to be tagged in the other parts let me know :)

“Excuse me, Professor. May I borrow Miss Y/L/N for a few moments?” You hear Professor McGonagall’s voice from the doorway. Confused, you look over to your friends beside you.

What did I do? You mouth at them, being met with shrugs and blank expressions.

“Yes, of course. Miss Y/L/N,” your teacher prompts you, and you rise from your seat, going to meet Professor McGonagall in the hallway.

“Professor, it was only one time. I swear. It won’t happen again,” you plead, dreading receiving a detention. There was only one rule you’d broken recently, merely letting someone from another house into the Gryffindor common room, and you knew other people had done it without getting busted.

“Miss Y/L/N, I have no idea what you are talking about,” she looks down at you over her glasses, confused.

“Oh. Nevermind then,” you blush, silently cursing yourself for admitting your guilt. It was then you noticed the young boy at McGonagall’s other side. “Professor, what’s this about?”

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Luciper Week. Day 5 - Concert

The Reaper finds the time to join the crowd…

“His place is up there… not down here with me…"

20+ Layers and random filters later, I am finally done with this!( ✧Д✧) カッ!! Now onto Day 6…
Cute Little Heartbreaker (1/3)

So, I finally managed to finish this little three-parter (plus epilogue), took me long enough. I will be posting the first three parts within a few days; the epilogue I’ve planned will be written soon. I’m a bit nervous, because with this one I venture into the territory of angst, which I normally don’t do. I didn’t even plan it - yeah, well. Tell that to my muse. Please let me know what you think!

summary:  Emma Swan is a vagabond. She never stays in a place longer than for six months. The night before the first day at her new job, she decides she needs a little distraction and walks into a bar looking for a one-night-stand and finds her object of choice in a good-looking guitar player. Oh, and he sings, too. From that moment on, nothing goes as planned.

rating: T (the M will have to wait until the epilogue… talk about building a climax) 

also on: and ao3

She walks into the bar like a pantheress on the hunt, smooth her steps and elegant the moves of her limbs. And the sway of her hips? Nothing short of dangerous. The red dress she’s wearing combined with the predatory look in her green eyes is a flashing warning signal and an irresistible lure at the same time. She sits down on a bar stool and orders a whisky, then turns around to scan the room for prey. The bar is not snobbish and not tacky either, and the customers are an interesting amalgamate of all sorts. Just her kind of bar.

While she takes a sip from her whisky, she lets her gaze sweep slowly across the men, but soon she thinks it might just not be her lucky night, because she sees nothing – no one – that tickles her fancy. That is, until she sees him.

He’s sitting on a backless stool placed on a small pedestal across the room, a guitar resting on his left thigh, and his posture alone catches her attention. He holds himself upright, even though his head is bent down a little over the instrument so that the most part of his features is hidden from her scrutiny. His right foot secured on the floor, he taps the dark wood in the rhythm of his fingers moving over the strings as melodious accords are quietly pearling from his instrument. Her interest is definitely piqued. She takes another sip of her whisky and watches in fascination how concentrated he seems on his music, like he doesn’t notice there’s anyone else besides him in the room. His dark hair is falling over his forehead, mostly obstructing her view of his face which has her shifting on her seat impatiently, but then he raises his head to let his gaze wander over the crowd while his tunes get a bit louder.

His face is sharply cut with a strong jawline and a classic nose, and the slight dark ginger scruff peppering his cheeks and jaw matches the auburn highlights in his hair. His lips are full and gorgeously curved, but not looking too soft or feminine. That already would make him attractive enough to catch her attention, but what really slays her are his eyes. They are of a special shade of blue, reminding her of summer skies and forget-me-nots, and even from the distance she can see it’s the type of eyes she could easily get lost in. Framed by scandalously long black lashes a few women she knows would murder for and with thick eyebrows sitting over them, these eyes have something intense about them, and he isn’t even looking at her. She feels the little hairs at the back of her neck bristle and draws in a deep breath while her hormones are starting to take over and sing seductively into her ears what she already knows: there’s her prey of choice for tonight.

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     As I opened my eyes, my first thought of the day was, it’s time. It took me a few minutes to remember what that meant. While I brushed my teeth, I was filled with excitement, dread, and preemptive disappointment as I thought of what I had to do. 

     I made sure there was no one else in my apartment, then went to work. Using chocolate syrup I stole from a butcher, I drew a hexagram on the ceiling of my bathroom. Then I set an antique phonograph to play whale songs in reverse. 

     One last step. I lit a single black candle before shutting the bathroom door, leaving it unlocked in case I had to make a quick escape. I turned off the lights, so the only thing I could see was my face in the mirror, illuminated by the unnaturally bright little flame. My heart was beating in rhythm to the cetacean chorus as I chanted:

     “Itsagifnotagif, itsagifnotagif, @itsagifnotagif!”


Today (valentines) one of our teachers made our entire grade’s boys throw away our (girls) trash at lunch, offer their jackets if we were cold, and basically be our slaves the entire day. Knowing me, I put that to good use and made every boy I saw do something for me. They carried my things, bought my lunch, and threw my stuff away even when the trash can was a few feet away from me. (I know, I’m a bitch) One of my friends ran over to my exboyfriend and told him to give me his jacket. He was about to, but his best friend took his off and started chasing me around the hall screaming “TAKE MY JACKET, MAIA!!” At least three other tried giving me theirs but I wouldn’t take any.

i’m so anxious right now
you may think it’s stupid because i’m not even living in america, but i’m going to tell you why i feel like this
i live in poland and we chose a new president and parliament last year
the conservative party won and took the majority of seats in parliament
we all said then “well, it’s only for a few years right? they can’t do much in that time”
but it only took a year for them to make so much damage
they already pushed so many dangerous laws, and we couldn’t do anything
it took us a mass protests and thousands people on the streets to stop the law that could completely ban abortion
every day they’re targeting minorities, they have no respect for the people who are not their supporters
and the public media? it’s 21st century, it’s not posiible for it to be censored or manipulated, right? we thought so too
now we don’t watch the news anymore, it’s all propaganda and hate
just because some people thought, “ah, it won’t be so bad”
“my vote doesn’t matter”
“it’s only for a couple of years”
now, we’re terrified of what comes next
but we’re the small country, we won’t do much damage to other countries
but united states?
so tonight i’m terrified, and i really really hope, people will choose right

Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

Warning: cussing, SMUT, orgasm denial, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Daddy kink and handcuffs, if i forgot something let me know

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader, Remy LeBeau, Bobby, Rogue, Charles Xavier

A/n:This took me what feels like forever to write. It seems I can never do a fic with Logan without Remy in it. This is the longest smut I’ve written (4428 words, HOLY SHIT) and I really hope I did Logan justice. Plus thank you to @a-lonely-string for the inspiration for this since we were talking about him over the past few days and @petlaufeyson for recommending another song to add to my smut writing play list, IT REALLY HELPED. If you’re not a Logan girl, after this you may be one. Sorry not sorry. If anyone has anything negative about this, COME TO ME or FUCK OFF! I didn’t edit this because I tend to do it while I write.

tag list: @fandoms-writer @marvelismylife @nea90sweetie @mysaria @captainamericasbeautifulbutt @originalwinchestervamp @incoherentli @the-winter-sokovian @douchepoolonsie @hymnofthevalkyries @ladyjayelehnsherr @petlaufeyson @theoneandonlysaucymo

Originally posted by such-ass


Part 1 Part 2

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” You stormed off towards your room in the mansion. You lived in the mansion longer than Logan did and you sure as hell lived just as long as he has. You both were pretty much immortal but lately he didn’t think so. At the moment you hated him, you hated him because you were trying to do your job. A job that you do pretty damn well, might you add, but still. He tried to prevent you from saving a group of young mutants before the government tried to kill them. “Fucking Logan. God, he pisses me the fuck off.”

               “I haven’t heard such a beautiful woman talk like that, Cherie.” Remy stood at your door looking in at you as you stood there in your uniform pants and your black lace bra.

               “What the fuck do you want, Rem. Can I try to relax before you start trying to flirt with me?” You looked at him. You were pissed and he could see it.

               “What did he do this time?” He tried to step closer but all you did was growled at him, making him stop almost all movement. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “He must have done something stupid to turn such a kitten into a lion.” He was still going to try to flirt with you. Knowing what your abilities were. Super human strength, shift into a feline (ranging from cat to lion), healing like Logan, and everything that comes with being a feline.

               “Really Rem. I swear he thinks that just because I’m a few years younger means I’m fucking fragile or something. We both are mutants, right?” You look up at him as you walked over to your dresser. Remy nodded his head as his answer. “Why can’t he see that I’m a big girl and don’t need daddy fucking me over every fucking chance he gets.”

               “The two of you should just sleep together and get it over with.” He smirked at you as you pulled a clean pair of panties and a huge shirt from your dresser. Tossing them on your bed.

               “You know what Rem, fuck off. Better yet, go the hell away so I can try to relax.” Remy shook his head and turned from your room and walked down the hall, probably to go flirt with one of the other teachers or bug Logan. You didn’t care, you just wanted to relax.

               You walked into your bathroom and opted to run a bath instead of a shower. Dealing with a man that healed just as quickly as you and a temper of a five year who had their candy taken from them, you needed a bath. You added some bath oils to the water that you knew would help with your muscles and your stress levels. The smells of lavender, blueberry and a hint of sugar cookie (a slight weakness of yours) filled the room. You stripped the rest of the way down, tossing the rest of your uniform into your room landing somewhere with a thud. Not that you cared at the moment.

               You slipped into the relaxing hot water and leaned your head against the back of the tub. You relished in the heat sinking into your muscles and the scents that filled the room helped you start to relax. You had managed to let your eyes drift shut as you laid there, calming and finally relaxing.


*Logan’s POV*


               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” (Y/n) stormed off, her ass looked amazing as she did. ‘God, get a grip with yourself Logan. She now hates you.’ I walked into Charles’ office.

               “She doesn’t hate you, Logan. She’s just pissed, give her some time then go talk to her.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “If you stopped treating her the way you do. You two would be the perfect team again.”

               “How I treat her. She almost got killed.”

               “Do you honestly think that will happen, Logan?”

               What the fuck was he talking… Fuck she has pretty much the same mutation as I do. I’ve been a dick for no damn fucking reason.

               “I take it you realized something.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Like I said, give some time to cool off and then go talk to her.” I nodded my head and walked away.

               I walked up to my room, closing the door behind me I stripped off my uniform and pulled on something comfortable. I walked down to the kitchen, food sounded great at the moment. Gambit was sitting at the table with looked like his cards.

               “What the hell did you do to our little kitten that she would nearly scratch me?” He kept messing with his cards as I dug through the fridge. “The two of you should really fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between you and Cherie is driving most of us insane.” I placed some food on the counter and looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Logan. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

               “We had to rescue a few groups of kids and she tried to throw herself in front a small group of kids but I pulled her back and I took most of the blast, which apparently pissed her off. I totally forgot her mutation is like mine.” My gaze dropped to the food in front of me.

               “Now that somewhat explains why she was pissed. From the sound of it, you tend to do that a lot.”

               “What do you mean from the sound of it? What the hell did she say?” I looked up at him, getting pissed again.

               He got up from his seat and walked towards the door. “She said something like she’s a big girl and not needing daddy fucking her over ever chance or something like that. I couldn’t pay much attention, she was standing there in half her uniform and a black lace bra.” I don’t know why but thinking of her calling me daddy was a bit of a turn on. Thank god for the counter in front of me.

               Before I could say anything, he was out the damn door. God, she was going to be the death of me but first I need to see what (Y/n) meant when she called me daddy. I could feel the smirk on my face. I sat down and ate my food, giving her some time to cool off.


*Normal POV*


               You felt better now that you were able to relax. The water had cooled off to the point it was getting cold. You sat up and got out of the tub then quickly dried off. You loved that the bath relieved your stress but you knew it would never fix the problem know as Logan. Thinking of him right now caused a headache that you didn’t need or want. You stepped out of your bathroom and low and behold, guess who’s sitting on your bed. Logan. You groaned at the sight of him leaning against the back of the door. His big muscular arm crossed over his broad chest as he just stood there with his eyes now trained on you since you opened your bathroom door.

               “UGH, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” You didn’t pay notice that he was now looking you over. “Did you come to fuck up my night as well, Logan?” He smirked at you. ‘Why the hell was he smirking?’

               “I came to apologize for earlier.” You looked up at him with shock.

               “Wow the infamous Wolverine wants to apologize.” You rolled your eyes at him as you walked over to your bed, his eyes followed your ass as you walked. You could feel him staring at you. What you weren’t expecting was that he stood up straight and walked over to you. You were facing your bed when you felt his hands on your hips.

               “Yes, sweetheart, I’m trying to apologize. I admit I don’t do it often.”

               “But?” You had a bit of sarcasm in your voice and he clearly heard it.

               “There is no buts the only but I want is yours.” You turned around and looked into his eye. You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Remy told me what you said earlier.” What did Rem tell him? He leaned in and placed his soft lips to your shoulder. “The only fucking over Daddy’s going to do is fucking you over and over tonight.” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your mind was piecing together what was happening. Of course you’ve thought of riding this man like the beast he is or how amazing it would feel to have him coming at you from behind. You bit your lip in hopes to hold back a moan.

               You let your hands travel up his arms until they reached his shoulders. Your fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you felt his teeth against your neck. You moaned as he bit down harder. You instantly ripped off his shirt, gaining a growl from deep in his chest. His hands traveled down to the backs of your thighs. He mumbled jump against your neck and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instantly felt how hard he was and ground down on him causing you both to moan. One of his hands slid up to your ass and gave it a rough squeeze, pulling a loud moan from your lips as your head fell back. He laid you down on your bed then stepping away from you. He walked over to your night stand and opened the top drawer, he was somewhat shocked to see a pair of handcuffs in there but he knew you well enough that you had a few kinks up your sleeve.

               “Logan.” He looked down at you with a half-smile.

               “Nah uh, you get to call me daddy baby girl.” You had to rub your thighs together, the way he sounded when he spoke made you wet. He reached down and grabbed your hands, raising them above your head and cuffing them to your head board. To say you were shocked would have been a lie, you were more turned on more than anything.

               “So, daddy, how long have you thought of doing this?” You tried to keep your voice seductive especially with the word daddy. You saw him twitch under his sweat pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

               “You have no idea baby girl.” He smirked down at you as he walked to the end of your bed. He stood there for a moment, admiring how you were laid out for him on your bed. You looked up at him, admiring his hard chiseled chest. You bit your lip as seductively as possible in hopes he would do something. He gave you a slight smirk before he dropped his sweats and crawled half way up the bed. You felt his breath on your legs as he crawled up. You thought you knew what he was going to do but it didn’t happen. He peppered kisses along the tops of your thighs and from time to time he would bite down on your soft flesh, pulling soft moans from you. At times you thought he would bite hard enough to draw blood, not that you were complaining. His hands slowly worked their way up your thighs, slowly pushing them open so he could see every inch of you. Logan let out an animalistic growl once you were completely open to him.

               He let himself be taken over by animal instincts and dove into you. His tongue made contact with your clit, making you moan loudly and causing you to pull at your restraints. Your head fell back against the pillow as he inserted a single finger. Moving it slowly in and out of you, dragging the pleasure out as much as possible. You bucked your hips up which caused him to lay his other hand across your lower abdomen pinning you in place. You needed more friction than what he was giving you.

               “Daddy” You softly panted out softly, causing him to look up at you. “If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m not going to have to explain to Hank how a pair of Vibranium handcuffs broke.” He eyes went full blown with lust. He added another finger and started to pick up the pace, quickly.

               “Is that better, baby girl?” He smirked up at you as you threw your head back on a loud moan. Your back arched off the bed as his lips attached themselves back onto your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as his fucked you with his hand. He took his fingers away causing you to whimper at the loss but moaned even louder as he slid his tongue into you. The pleasure was almost unbearable, he could tell you were close. “Cum baby girl. Cum for daddy.” With that your body shook, your orgasm raking through your body like a tidal wave. His tongue was buried deep inside you, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your body had become sensitive, you felt every hair on his face against your legs. You moaned softly as he gave you one last lick before making his way up your body. Kissing and biting along your stomach and all around each breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it pulling wanton moans from your lips. His hands slid up your body, one taking your lonely breast while the other laid on your hip. You felt want and need build back up as he took your other nipple into his mouth. He mumbled something about being a good girl. He continued up your chest to your collar bone, nibbling along the bone and up the side of your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots that would soon fade. “You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

               His hand slid up and into your hair, pulling it back hard causing your head to snap back and a moan escaping your lips. You felt him twitch against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit and was spread across the top of your thigh. You raised your hips slightly, grinding up against him pulling a groan from him. Logan pulled back from your neck and gave you an evil smirk. He repositioned himself where if he was to grind down, the head of his cock would push against your clit. Then that was exactly what he did, pulling a loud moan from your lips. You bucked your hips just to feel the pressure against your clit again, making the man above you groan as he drops his head.

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

               “Please what, baby girl.” His voice was low and husky which only made you need him even more.

               “I need you.” He looked down at you releasing your hair and gripped himself. He lined himself up to your core and slowly pushed in. You moaned at the sensation of being stretched. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he continued to push into you. His head fell to the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation of you completely surrounding him warm and tight. He stayed still for a moment, causing you discomfort was furthest from his mind. “Fuck.” Panting as you bucked your hips up, taking him in even further. He took this as a sign as to start moving. He pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside you then slamming back into you. You screamed in pleasure as you pulled on your restraints. This only spurred him on, fucking you harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, causing you to whine at the loss of him inside you. “What the fuck?” You barely able to breathe out.

               “I’m planning on taking you in more than one position, sweetheart.” His voice husky as his breathe fanned over your skin as he uncuffed you from the headboard. You sat up and as you did, Logan managed to get both your wrists behind your back and cuffed them in place. You looked up at him in disbelief while he just smirked down at you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to your dresser and sat you on top, pulling your ass to the edge then sliding back into you. You both moaned loudly as he slammed back into you. His hands gripping your hips as your head falls into the crock of his neck, your lips found the skin there and your teeth bit down hard causing him to thrust harder into you. You swore the force he used would cause the dresser to move but it didn’t, you were extremely glad that the dresser didn’t budge as Logan fucked into you.

               You felt that knot in your stomach grow tight again. Winding tighter with every thrust, with every sound that fell from his lips. You were closer to cumming this time and he decides to pull out. You groaned in protest and whimpered in loss of him again. He had a wicked smirk on his face and you knew right then you were in for a long night. He instantly flipped you over, your chest was now lying flat on top of your dresser. He spread your legs a little then gripped your hips with a bruising force causing you to whimper. Your head laid on the dresser as you looked back at him, sending him your own smirk.

               “Don’t get too comfortable being in charge right now Daddy because once these,” you wiggle your cuffed hands, “I’m going to show you just who’s in charge.” Just then he slammed into you from behind causing you to scream in pleasure. God, he felt fucking amazing inside you.

               “Is that so, baby girl?” His breathe fluttered against your ear. He started thrusting in and out of you as his grip tightened slightly, causing you to moan loudly with every thrust. You felt one of his hands leave your hip and tangled into your hair, pulling back slightly making your sounds echo off the wall in front of you. That was when you felt a sting on your ass. You whimpered when he spanked you again. You bucked your hips back causing him to go deeper than ether of you thought was possible. Logan growled as he started to really thrust into you. You were quickly reaching your high again, you were starting to contemplate on begging him for release. With one final hard thrust, Logan stilled for a moment. You could feel how hard he still was and you knew he wasn’t done with you. He pulled out of you, again. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you back to the bed. Setting you down on your knees. You looked up at him slightly confused and panting. All he did was kneel down behind you. You felt his hands on you, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He gently pushed you down so your shoulders were on the mattress and your face felt the cool sheets of your bed, giving you some relief to your over heated skin. He then pushed into you again. You were starting to get sensitive and moaned as he slid in. Your arousal was dripping down the sides of your legs and all over him as he began to thrust into you again. You managed to force your ass back as he thrusted forward causing him to moan loud. The sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans and groans, and the sounds you were making filled the room. Logan was getting close to his release and so were you.

               He then did something that you were expecting, he uncuffed you. You smirked as you moaned with pleasure as he fucked into you. Your hands landing on the bed and you pushed yourself up. With the added leverage of your arms, you threw yourself back into him. You heard him swear as you started taking control of things. You started to thrust yourself back into him and you felt him stop moving. You kept this up for a while, his hands landing on your hips as you fucked yourself on him. Before he could register what was going on, you pulled yourself off him whimpering slightly as the feeling of being empty surged through you. You turned and looked at him.

               “I told you Daddy, once the cuffs come off I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” You smirked at him as you pushed him onto his back. You climbed up onto him, biting into his neck as you grabbed his cock and lined him up to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to grip your ass tightly and a string of cuss words falling from his lips. You released his neck as you sat up, moaning at the action. You raised up slightly and slowly moved back down. Logan’s head fell back onto the bed, he was going to burst at any moment and you knew it. So you decide to take mercy on him. You started to move a bit faster, every time you would roll your hips or raise up you would do it harder and faster than the last time. You ran your nails down his chest. Anger red lines followed, some even bleed a little but healed quickly. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and you knew you were close to your peak with the sounds that Logan was making he was too. You ran a hand down your body and started rubbing on your clit with the perfect pressure. Your orgasm raked through your body, hard. You came on a scream of his name. You clamped down hard on him, pulling him over the edge with you. His nails digging into you as he shot himself into you and started to fuck up into you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You leaned forward, placing your head in the crock of his neck. One of his hands slid up your back and stopped at the base of your neck, holding you to him as you both came down from your highs.

               You slowly and carefully raised yourself up and off of him then flopping onto the bed next to him. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before he got up and walked over to your bathroom. You faintly heard the sink turn on then off. Logan came back with a washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down next to you, pulling you back into his chest. Your hand rested on his chest and you started to mess with his chest hair. He started carding his hand through your hair and your eyes started to droop. Moments later, the both of you fell asleep.

               The next morning you woke up still in his arms. To be honest, it was the best night’s sleep you ever got. You barely managed to get out of the bed without waking Logan, you knew he was a bear to deal with when he is woken up before he woke up himself. You relieved yourself before pulling on a pair of panties and a large shirt that you think you stole from Logan on a mission a few years back without him knowing. You slipped out of your room quietly and made your way down to the kitchen. Remy sat at the table along with Bobby and Rogue, all of them with smiles on their faces.

               “You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning.” You looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing that it was only 9 in the morning.

               “We are.” Remy got up and walked over to you. “How did you sleep last night, Cherie?” He leaned in close to your ear.

               “I slept great last night, Rem.” You smirked at him as you moved to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

               “Oh really, Cherie? Mind if I ask why?” He smirked back at you.

               “I’m not telling you, Rem. You don’t need to know.” You grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some over your cereal. You grabbed a spoon before walking over to the table and sat down next to Rogue. “Besides, it won’t stop you from flirting with me.” Rogue giggled and Bobby rolled his eyes.

               “Really?” Remy cocked his eyebrow at you. “Have you seen Logan? He is normally up by now.”

               “I have and I’m not telling you where.” You chuckled as you ate your breakfast.

               Logan walked into the kitchen in his sweats from last night. You were so glad that you both heal quickly, you didn’t need Remy giving you an even harder time than he already does. Remy looks at him then back at you and smiles. It was like something clicked in his mind.

               Once you finished your breakfast, you walked over to the sink where Logan just happened to be. You felt his hand on your ass as you placed your bowl in the sink. Bobby and Rogue got up from their seats and left. Remy still had a smirk on his face.

               “You two finally did it, didn’t you?”

               “What makes you think that, Rem?” You looked up at him and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

               “Finally!” He grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Logan alone.

               Logan pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up and placed your lips to his. He squeezed your butt causing you to squeal a little.

               “You know, I’m glad that Hank sound proofed my room.” Logan looked down at you almost confused. “You couldn’t hear a stadium full of fans screaming in my room.” The look of confusion faded into a wicked smile.

               “You mean we can do last night all day?”

               “Since it’s Saturday and there are no classes to teach, yes.” As the last word barely left your lips, Logan threw you over his shoulder and walked you back towards your room.