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This is what will keep me going during this hiatus ❤️

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ok i've calmed down. i'm just gonna sit here and appreciate the fact that lou came back to confirm

that tommy loves buck!!!! tommy loves evan!!!!

that he hated 8x06 as much as we did huh! as politely as possible he said the writing sucked. he said he's not satisfied with where he's leaving tommy..... neither are we!!!!!!!

that no one has any fucking idea what's going on, actors aren't told shit, they are given the least amount of heads up possible before going to film. cool. incredible way to run a show. /s

the little smile and "what's up" was tommy sending buck the dtf signals.......quickie before movie CANON!

it's not fucking over. "tommy did bubble buck" he literally says tommy is still around! tommy is not going anywhere!!!!!! HE WANTS TO COME BACK!!!!!!!!

and dropped the fact that THERE'S A DELETED "CUTE LITTLE" SCENE WITH BUCK AND TOMMY IN THE CAR WHEN THEY LEAVE THE CEMETERY IN 8X05??????? TIM MINEAR I AM IN YOUR WALLS.

i love him so fucking much. thank you for my life mr junior

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Buck is set up on a blind date by a friend or a friend of a friend. Because Buck’s been sulking for the past month, stuck in the kitchen, his phone permanently glued to his hand.

So, he agrees, reluctantly. Because he does need a change of scenery, a conversation that doesn’t revolve around his feelings for Tommy, how much he misses him.

He arrives at a small family owned restaurant, wearing a white striped shirt, looking for the guy his friend set him up with. He’s supposed to be wearing a dark sea blue button down.

Which is similar to the shirt Tommy used to wear, and now he thinks about Tommy again, and he probably won’t be able to shut up about him, and the date will go terrible and his friend will hate him for disappointing his blind date.

Buck thinks about turning around, maybe it’s not the right time. But he stays. He takes a look around, searching for his date. He spots him in the corner, sitting in a booth waiting for Buck to show up.

And the closer Buck gets, the stranger he feels because it’s a familiar back, it’s a familiar shirt.

He arrives at the table and sitting there in front of his eyes is …..Tommy.

Tommy, lost in thought, twirling a napkin in his hands. He looks sad, worried.

Tommy notices the air around him change, feels someone’s presence. He turns around and feels the earth slip under his feet. Because standing there in front of him is Bu… Evan. His blind date is Evan.

They stare at each other for several minutes.

Buck sits down opposite Tommy. Tommy doesn’t leave.

They both stay.

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911 FIC MASTERPOST

Into the Fire

2,758 words | Rated: G

Post-Episode: s07e04 Buck Bothered and Bewildered | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley | Sweet Tommy Kinard | Coming Out

Things with Tommy were going well. Really well in fact, considering the disaster that had been their first date; Buck’s not sure he’d have been quite so forgiving if he’d been on the other end of his stupidity, and he cringes just thinking about it. Luckily, Tommy is a sweetheart who’d easily accepted both his apology and offer of a second date, and now suddenly here they were three months later and Buck had just accidentally said the B word out loud over breakfast. “Boyfriend?” Tommy says, staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

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All or Nothin' At All

5,002 words | Rated: T

Post-Episode: s07e04 Buck Bothered and Bewildered | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Firehouse 118 Crew as Family | Coming Out

“Buck, are you seeing a married woman?” The others freeze, turning to stare at him, spoons halfway to their mouths. Buck’s not sure what he’d expected to come out of Hen’s mouth but it certainly hadn’t been that and he chokes on his chilli in surprise, caught completely off-guard. “What?!” he splutters, a little offended. “No, I’m not seeing a married woman.” It’s not technically a lie; Tommy is definitely not a married woman.

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All I'm Thinkin' About

3,579 words | Rated: E

Post-Episode: s07e06 There Goes the Groom | Coda | POV Tommy Kinard | Hand Jobs | Frottage | Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

He’d slept the whole drive home, Evan waking him with a gentle tap on his thigh once they’d arrived at what he’d presumed was his place; exhausted as he was, the bed he'd collapsed into had felt the same as any other. Instead, it seems that he'd spent the night at Evan's and he can't help but feel a little put out that he'd not been able to make the most of it. He'd not even been able to wake up next to him, Evan having been up a while already if the smell coming from the kitchen is anything to go by. He throws back the sheets, intending to go straight downstairs and kiss the living daylights out of him to make up for it, but stops when he notices his underwear. Or rather, not his underwear.

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Take Me Higher

BuckTommy Week Day 1: Date Night

1,386 words | Rated: T

POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Established Relationship | Fluff | Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

"Tommy, this is amazing," Buck says, shaking his head in awe at the view below. "Oh, this is just the transport," Tommy replies, voice tinny through the headphones. Buck turns to see Tommy smirking at him, looking more than a little pleased with himself. "Wait, I thought..." Buck starts, frowning at him. "That I was just taking you flying?"

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Leave A Scar

BuckTommy Week Day 2: Emergency

6,327 words | Rated: T

POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Established Relationship | Hurt Tommy Kinard | Angst with a Happy Ending | Supportive Firehouse 118 Crew

Buck stops fighting him then, collapsing to the ground as the sense in Bobby’s words breaks through the fog clouding his mind. Bobby goes with him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, firm and reassuring even as Buck’s world falls down around him. “It was supposed to be his day off,” he whispers, barely recognising his own voice as he clings to Bobby like a life raft, breath hitching as the tears stream down his face.

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The Sweetest I've Ever Tasted

BuckTommy Week Day 3: Bad Weather Days

4,049 words | Rated: E

POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Established Relationship | Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | Sexting | Blow Jobs | Come Marking | Hand Jobs

“There you go again, smirking,” Eddie jokes, startling Buck from his wandering imagination. “He’s not sending you pics from the locker room is he?” Buck doesn’t answer, too busy trying to will his excitement down. His turnouts were fairly forgiving but the image Tommy’s messages had put in his head was potent and there was only so much that loose pants could hide. Buck’s silence is all the confirmation Eddie needs and his eyes widen. “Oh, he is,” he says, pulling a disgusted face, only half joking. “Buck, you know I’m happy for you two, but sexting at work? Come on.”

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Burning Up

BuckTommy Week Day 4: "No touching. You’ll be patient and wait until I’m done.” (alternate prompt)

3,747 words | Rated: E

POV Tommy Kinard | Established Relationship | Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | Evan "Buck" Buckley Has a Praise Kink | Anal Fingering | Anal Sex | Kitchen Sex

Tommy redoubles his efforts, pressing Evan into the counter as he grinds against him, fingers playing lightly across his chest. Evan fully growls at him then, turning around to face him.“Just let me put this in the oven,” he says, breathing heavily, voice already a little wrecked, “then you can do whatever you want.” Tommy raises an eyebrow, smirking at him with a wicked glint in his eye. “Is that a promise?”

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By Your Side

BuckTommy Week Day 5: AU.

Chapter 1/? | 756 words | Rated: G

Post-it Notes | Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting | POV Alternating | What if they were at the 118 at the same time but on opposite shifts

Buck collapses into his bunk, a little sweaty and a lot exhausted. He checks his messages briefly before setting his phone aside, trying to punch the lumpy old pillow into some form of submission before settling in for what was hopefully going to be a nice, long and, most importantly, uninterrupted nap. He rolls over on to his side, trying to get comfortable, and comes face to face with a note, a jaunty yellow square taped to the wall at such an angle that it’s clearly intended to be read lying down. Hi bunk-mate! Hope your 24 isn’t too awful. :) Huh.

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Dizzy For Your Kisses

BuckTommy Week Day 6: First Pride.

1,993 words | Rated: E

POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Established Relationship | Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard | Blow Jobs | Porn with Feelings

"Well, it is June 1st," Tommy whispers between kisses, fingers still curling through his hair, and Buck can almost hear the grin in his voice as he continues. "Seems rude not to start pride month by having sex with my incredibly hot boyfriend." Buck can't help but laugh. "Right," he says, smiling as he reaches a hand behind him and plants it on Tommy's ass, pulling him as close as possible, "and we wouldn’t want to be rude..."

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Drive You Crazy

BuckTommy Week Day 7: Leave a mark

2,988 words | Rated E

POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Established Relationship | Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | Car Sex | Rimming | Anal Sex | Love Bites | Yes this is based on that Resisting Roots scene

Tommy pulls the cherry red Mustang into the garage of his bungalow, already breathing a little heavily as he kills the engine. Evan seems to be in much the same state and the second they’re both out of the car, Tommy rounds the hood and pushes him against the wall, crowding into his space and kissing him hard. “Here?” Evan asks, voice hoarse with desire as he throws his head back against the wall, Tommy immediately taking advantage of the improved access to his throat. “Can’t wait any longer,” Tommy breathes before latching onto his neck, sucking a mark into his skin.

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By Any Other Name

2,662 words | Rated: G

Married Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard | POV Evan "Buck" Buckley | Fluff without Plot | Buck changes his name when they get married | Confusion ensues

There'd been no question when they got married that Buck would take Tommy's name. He just hadn't expected it to cause quite so much confusion...

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The Little Things (My Baby Does)

BuckTommy Positivity Week Day 1: what they love most about each other.

Part 1 of The Little Things

1,702 words | Rated: G

POV Tommy Kinard | Fluff | Evan "Buck" Buckley is Loved | Post-it Notes | Tommy is accidentally living in a rom-com

Evan's hands slip into the back pockets of Tommy's jeans, squeezing his ass through the denim. There’s a rustling as he finds something in Tommy's pocket and suddenly he's pulling away, confusion writ across his flushed cheeks as he holds up a yellow square of paper between them. “What's this?” he asks, tilting his head; funnily enough, the confused head tilt had been on Tommy’s list the day before. “Uhh,” Tommy responds eloquently, feeling a little like a deer caught in the headlights.

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From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)

BuckTommy Positivity Week Day 2: nicknames and terms of endearment

Part 2 of The Little Things

3,269 words | Rated: E

Established Relationship | Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | Anal Fingering | Anal Sex | A bit of voyeurism between them I guess?

“It’s not just that you know,” Buck says suddenly, remembering the reason they’d gotten into all of this in the first place. “That you’re hot.” "Hmm?” Tommy raises his head to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Why I let you call me Evan,” Buck explains. “I mean, you are hot, obviously, god knows I know that, but that’s not why.” “Why then?” Tommy asks, smiling softly at him, eyes crinkling with amusement.

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The Right Moment

BuckTommy Positivity Week Day 3: meeting the friends and family

Part 3 of The Little Things

4,337 words | Rated: G

Established Relationship | Firehouse 118 Crew as Family | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Some mild misunderstandings | Tommy is bad at keeping secrets

“Fiancé?”Buck turns to see Ravi coming up behind him, eyes wide as his gaze flits between Buck and the chopper now taking off.“Did you and Tommy get engaged and not tell anyone?”

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Sofa Conversation

Ratings: Teen and Up

Warnings: Creator Chose To Not Use Archive Warnings

Relationship: Buck/Tommy

Chapters: 6/6

Buck looked at him, searching his expression, his gaze softened by the quiet morning light. “I think I want that too,” he said slowly, “but I’m still… trying to get used to it. I just never expected you’d come back like this. Part of me still can’t believe it.” Tommy nodded. “I get it. And I don’t blame you. I walked away before, and I don’t expect you to just… trust me instantly. But I’ll be here, however long it takes.” He took a deep breath, as though bracing himself. “I know I have a lot to make up for.”

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It's Never Too Late Masterlist

Summary: You are an elementary school teacher who just moved to Texas for a fresh start when you meet a very handsome man from the Laredo Sheriff's Department coming to give your class a presentation.

After your co-workers pull some strings for you to meet again, you and Javier Peña find yourselves falling head over heels for each other.

Story takes place post Narcos Season 3 in Laredo, Texas, starting May 1997.

Paring: Javier Peña x OFC (Reader is an elementary school teacher whose nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+ chapters containing marked with * and each chapter will also have its own warnings), language, fluff, romantic comedy, reader has physical descriptions, Javi being so soft and getting all the love and affection he deserves, you two being the biggest weirdos so in love

Status: Ongoing

Let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for new chapters as they come out! :)

Main Story:

Chapter 1: I D.A.R.E. You

Chapter 2: What's Cookin', Good Lookin'?

Chapter 3: I Wanna Be With You Everywhere*

Chapter 4: Add You To My List*

Chapter 5: You're The One That I Want*

Chapter 6: Dinosaurs, Dates and Diners, Oh My!*

Chapter 7: School's Out for Summer*

Chapter 8: My Favorite Cowboy*

Chapter 8.5: 007- Peña, Agent Peña*

Chapter 9: I Promise*

Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, Javi*

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Chapter 11: Abe Froman, Sausage King of Chicago *

Chapter 12: I Love You. I Know. *

Chapter 13: There's No Place Like Home*

Chapter 14: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas*

Chapter 15: She Shoots, She Scores*

Chapter 16: The Lone Star State*

Chapter 17: No Ifs, Ands, Or Butts*

Chapter 18: Hole in None*

Chapter 19: Good Luck, and Goodnight*

Chapter 20: I Do

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Chapter 21: Paradise* (New 11/7!)

Spin-Off Series:

Forever and Always*: Slices of life following the Peña family after their first child

One Shots (In chronological order of the main storyline):

Movie Night*

Dirty Laundry*

Again*

You're My Home*

Not Yet*

Happy Valentine's Day, Javier Peña*

The Mouse and the Motorcycle

You Make Life Worth It

Take Me Home

Plaid Pajama Morning

Agent Peña*

Every Inch*

Soup for Breakfast

Whatever My Wife Wants*

Fever*

Oh, Baby

Insatiable*

Peanut Butter and Pickles

Sail Away

You Make Lovin' Fun*

Asks/Headcannons:

Javi and Osita before work

Javi's DEA Jacket

Javi's Tac Vest

Javi and Osita when they argue

Javi being distractingly cute

Javi when he's sick

Javi helping with Osita's pregnancy cravings

Osita when she's pregnant

Osita after a bad day at work

Javi coming home after work to his kids

Javi and Osita deciding how many kids they want

Javi and his daughters at the Eras Tour

Extras:

NSFW Alphabet- Javi and Osita*

1K Followers Celebration Asks and Answers

Never Too Late Playlist

Mood board

Timeline of NTL

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Imagine running away with old man Logan…

Logan is waiting outside in his worn-down car. You try not to make a noise when exiting through your bedroom window and slowly going down the roof. Logan catches you as you quietly step on the rocky pavement. You giggle and kiss him, knowing that no neighbor was peeping and sabotaging this plan. You lean on his shoulder and sleep with Logan’s hand on your thighs and the other driving the two of you away.

You don’t know where Logan’s going to take you. You only command him to drive you far away from this town. As you lay down on his lap, the dusty scent of the old car fills the air. You tell Logan about your dreams that you can’t wait to fulfill. He can’t help but chuckle and assure you can be who you are with him. You scratch his chin, kiss him and get tickled by his salt-and-pepper beard, and stop in the middle of the road to fuck. Sometimes, Logan gets risky and bends you over the hood of the car or fucks you in the field.

You rent a couple of motels to take a rest and continue having sex there. It’s sketchy but provides the necessary privacy you asked Logan for. You and Logan sleep soundly and continue to drive anywhere the road takes you. Even with all the worn-down and dilapidated rooms you sleep in and the hot summer air, having Logan next to you as you embark on a new journey is the best.

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lube, flying in

(bucktommy | semi-nsfw | pre-episode 8×05)

Sitting in the center of Tommy's bed wearing only his briefs, the duvet and the sheets kicked down to the end of the mattress, Buck tucks one leg up under the other and shivers.

They'd had a great date. These days, every one seems to go better than the first: coffee and a walk afterwards, falling alseep together the night after Chim and Maddie's wedding, holding hands while they walk around The Getty, catching a movie on the Melrose Rooftop Theater as their arms brush. They always end things with a kiss goodbye, pressed up against Buck's Jeep or meeting in the middle as they lean across the console of Tommy's truck or standing outside either of their front doors, where happiness blooms deep inside of Buck, warm, filling his chest and flushing pink across his cheeks, leaving him grinning like a loon for hours afterwards.

Tonight they'd grabbed dinner at a new spot that'd opened in Tommy's neighborhood and then had ducked into the cocktail bar next door, where they'd tucked themselves into a booth and drank out of fancy, long-stemmed glasses. Tommy had spoke in a low, deep voice by Buck's ear about gin and whiskey, eyes dark blue and shadowed in the dim light until Buck had needed to set down his drink—a bright pink aviation, for no reason other than it made Tommy smile when he'd ordered it—before he'd slid a hand high up Tommy's thigh and told him it was time to go.

It'd been a short walk, a few blocks, Tommy's arm around his waist. Buck had debated it and then slid his hand into the back pocket of Tommy's jeans, swallowing as he felt those muscles flex with every step, the way Tommy's fingers twitched against the bare skin at Buck's hip.

He was half-hard by the time they'd made it back to Tommy's, waiting with a growing heat in his stomach and sweat prickling at his temples for Tommy to unlock the door. He'd shoved Tommy up against it once they were inside, lips and thighs slotting together like the last two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

"Oh," Tommy had sighed when they'd pulled apart, mouth shining, tilting his head to the side while Buck kissed across his neck. "You're already—"

"Yeah." Buck rocked down on Tommy's thigh, grinding just a little, relishing in the small grunt Tommy let out in response. He'd trailed his mouth across Tommy's jaw, his cleft, giving in to one more hungry, wet kiss before backing away. "Let's go upstairs."

In Tommy's bedroom they'd stripped and made-out, Buck on top, Tommy on top, had ended up both on their sides, Buck's leg slung over Tommy's thigh, cocks catching and rubbing together, just their underwear a barrier between them.

When their kisses had turned more to panting and grunts than anything that made any real sense, Tommy hummed and stretched his arm across Buck, reaching for the nightstand.

"Mm, that's—okay—" Tommy had stuttered when it'd given Buck the easy opportunity to lift his head and run his tongue across Tommy's nipple, sucking. "Down, boy."

Which—okay.

He'd cupped a hand around Buck's jaw to push him away, not catching the way Buck's cock jumped, because he'd finally opened the nightstand drawer. "Shoot. I don't have any lube up here, but I think there's a new bottle in the bathroom downstairs."

"Don't leave me waiting too long," Buck had said as Tommy leveraged himself off the bed in one smooth move and left the room to go find it.

Now, as Tommy rummages around downstairs and Buck waits, picking at the fitted sheet beneath him, white with a green checkered pattern, he feels—nervous. A little bit about the sex itself, sure: Natalia had fingered him a few times while she'd given him a blowjob but they'd broken up before they'd worked up to the strap she'd teased about using on him, so Tommy fucking him would be new. Really new. But Buck is used to trying new things in bed, knows what he likes and doesn't like, how to say no better than he ever has, and he trusts Tommy will make it good. Really good.

So, sure, the sex will be new, but Buck can handle himself in bed, he has no doubt. But as his eyes trace around Tommy's bedroom, the fluttering in the space between his chest and stomach kicks up a notch, because—he sees Tommy's dresser and wants to know if Tommy keeps his underwear in the top drawer or the bottom, sees the stack of books in the cubby of Tommy's nightstand and wonders if Tommy's read them, what he thinks. Because Buck wants to know everything, the ridiculous stuff, the boring things: what Tommy's got hidden under his bed, why he picked out the paint color on the walls, how often he vacuums.

He wants to know everything, because, the way things are going, Tommy might end up meaning something like everything to Buck. Which means, the sex is going to mean something, too. Something big.

Once he knows how Tommy likes to be touched, the sounds he makes just before he comes, the face he makes when he does, how it feels to hold him afterwards, Buck is never going to forget it. Not for a minute. Buck will know Tommy inside and out and it will change him, inside and out.

Buck wants it to be good. He wants it to feel good, obviously, but he also wants Tommy to know that he's taken care of. He wants Tommy to understand that Buck is here for it, for this. He's all in.

It's only been a little over a month since their first kiss, and it's over the top to be thinking this way already, even if he can't help it, Buck knows. He figures that's the reason why his heart speeds up when he hears Tommy's footsteps on the stairs.

He hurries to shift around on the bed, leans back and rests his hands behind his head, tries to flex, turned towards the doorway.

It's all for nothing, because Tommy enters the room, hair mussed up, barefoot, waving the bottle of Swiss Navy, says, "got it! Lube, flying in," and Buck bursts into laughter.

"What?" Tommy asks, laughing, too, as he climbs back onto the mattress, kneeling in front of Buck. "Was that not smooth enough for you, Evan?"

"It was..." Evan sits up, feels himself smiling, feels the way it tugs and tugs and tugs at the edges of his mouth, his heart. He rubs his thumb across the skin below Tommy's knee, across his leg hair, and he can't remember why he was ever worried. "Exactly what I expected." Buck shrugs. "I just really like you, Tommy. That's all."

Tommy's face softens. "Glad to hear it," he says, pressing forward into a kiss and guiding Buck down into the pillows at the same time. "Glad the joke didn't slip right out of my hands."

Buck shakes his head. Tommy's shoulder blades flex as he pushes up to hear Buck say, "from now on, for every pun you make about lube, I'm putting a piece of clothing back on."

"Reverse strip poker. Noted," Tommy says, trailing his mouth down Buck's chest, chin nudging into his lower stomach. His fingers trace at the band of Buck's underwear. "But what will it take to get these off?"

Buck swallows down the spit that's formed in his mouth, asks, "what does it usually take for you to win strip poker?"

Tommy tilts his head. A spark lights up in his eyes and he shifts away, stripping his own briefs off. "How's that?"

"Interesting technique," Buck says, spreading his legs so Tommy can fit between them. "I'll allow it."

"Good," Tommy breathes, sliding his hands down the inside of Buck's thighs, his mouth following after them. "And for the record, I really like you, too."

Buck closes his eyes and exhales.

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Tommy refurbished the old swing bench on his back porch himself. Replaced some of the old slats, sanded it down, stained the whole thing. Made sure it was anchored in place under the overhanging roof, safe from the rain. Got a couple of cushions for it and everything.

He’d slowly done up his whole backyard, one day off at a time. Refurbished the porch (and the porch swing), faded and worn from years of use. Resown the lawn, put in garden beds with easy to maintain plants. Got an arborist to assess the tree in the back corner. Concreted an outdoor dining area, right off the porch — with his fancy grill and an outdoor table.

Perfect for entertaining, not that he got a chance to use it.

Tommy was a social guy, always had plans, things to do. It’s just that those things hardly ever involved people coming to his house. It was always the gym, the basketball court, bars and breweries. Car shows and aircraft hangers. He was friendly with lots of people, but sometimes he wonders if he actually has any real friends. If you need another person for karaoke trivia, he’s your guy. Always down for a beer and a laugh after work. Will offer to fix your car for you.

It’s just that after all those things, he goes home alone.

He has Evan now.

Evan, who says he’s going to sleep in and then wakes up early anyway. Who tells Tommy that it’s not because his house is new and unfamiliar. It’s exciting and intriguing and cozy and wonderful and he wants to take it all in.

Sometimes, on their shared days off, they spend the morning in bed. Lazy and soft, kissing leisurely as the sun streams through the gap in the curtains.

Other times, Tommy makes them both coffee while Evan grabs Tommy’s huge fuzzy blanket off the couch and drags it out to the swing bench. Still wearing only underwear and an old shirt of Tommy’s — complete with a faded movie reference Evan doesn’t understand on the front. Lifting up the blanket, holding it out the way so Tommy can slide himself under.

It’s not even that cold, and Tommy knows that he and Evan both know this. He just wants an excuse to be close, to press himself into Tommy’s side, cradling a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hands. Tommy just wraps an arm around his boyfriend, gently thumbing at the frayed edge of Evan’s stolen shirt. Trying not to shiver at the heat of Evan’s bare leg pressing into the thin fabric of his sleep pants.

“We should invite everyone round.” Tommy says, voice deep with sleep, eyes scanning over his new and unused backyard. He feels something in Evan hitch, where his body is pressed into his. Warmth radiating out of those points of contact and settling deep in the hollow of Tommy’s ribs. Soothing the ache, just a little bit more. “Have a barbecue.”

“Y-yeah?” Evan asks, turning in place to look at Tommy, to lock eyes with him. A slow grin overtakes his face, that familiar gleam in his eye. That hitch in his chest as the last tendrils of sleep leave him.

“Of course,” Tommy says with a smile and a shrug. It was an easy offer to make. He had the space, he had the people, and it would be a shame not to use it. It felt a little aspirational when he was planning it out — his little outdoor entertainment area — for one day in the future, when he finally had the family he’d always dreamed of having. It feels closer in hand now. “You said the 118 hadn’t had one since Bobby and Athena lost the house.”

Evan hadn’t said that he missed it, missed having everyone together, but Tommy could tell. He was getting better at reading Evan, those expressions he makes, the things he holds back. So if this was something he could offer, then why wouldn’t he? It would make Evan happy of course, but it would make himself happy as well. It felt like the obvious choice.

His boyfriend kisses him, soft and sweet and tasting of coffee.

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Some BuckTommy love letters 💖

Hello everyone! As you know, i've had some trouble at home and it prevented me from writing. But I missed my lovely BuckTommy so much, and I missed writing too! So I decided to start to write again, but slow and easy as to preserve myself. Still, we're #1 on tumblr!! It's something to celebrate am I right? So here is some cheesy love letter from Tommy to Buck!

My great, adorable, fabulous friend @bangpop91 send me the word "fantasy" and I want for it lmao. It's explicit but also really cheesy. You can find it on AO3 or below!

Feel free to send an ask with a word to inspire me some love letters!

Enjoy 💖

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My sweet boyfriend,

I need to come clean.

I lied to you. I lied about what I wanted to do to you when you asked me yesterday, naked in my arms, your tights strongly wrapped around my waist.

I told you about this fantasy, about you at my mercy, tied up and gagged and not able to do a thing but take it again and again. I told you about how you would look pretty, unable to beg me for more, tears in your eyes and skin flushed red. I told you about your body screaming for release, and mine selfishly thrusting into your powerless form, looking for my own pleasure, and you enjoying being used so much.

And sure, I would love that. I would love to see you trembling and pleading with your pretty, wet eyes, your cock in need of attention but receiving none. What a great fantasy to have and to fulfil don’t you think? Especially with you, so sweet and expressive and beautiful when you cry.

I don’t lie to you often, but it happens. Like yesterday, when I tried to sound filthy enough without scaring you. Don’t want you to think I’m some king of pervert, right?

Here is the thing, Evan Buckley. I’m not a beast, or a smooth guy, or some sort of sex god. Well, I’m not only that.

I’m a sap. The biggest, cheesiest sap you ever met baby. Head over heels, besotted, idiot over you it makes me think crazy thoughts.

My biggest fantasy is not to have you at my mercy. It’s not to have you in any sexual way, even though I have a lot more than what I said to you in my mind. Things I can’t tell you now, things I’m even ashamed to want because it’s how I’ve been raised. With shame of myself, of my sexuality, of wanting men. Depraved thoughts I’m not sure you are ready for, my sweet sweet boy.

One day I’ll tell you about them, maybe. If I feel like you could want them too. Maybe you’ll surprise me, maybe you’re kinkier than my other relationships were.

But I can’t tell you about my biggest want, about this huge fantasy of mine that grows deep in my guts, in my soul even. The one of you in a blue suit, perfect shape, colour making your eyes shines. Of me dressed in white, a way of saying fuck you to my dad, to my old self. I’m sure I’ll look good in white. I’ll even look better with a ring on my left hand. A ring I stopped imagining a long time ago but that can’t stop appearing in my dreams now that I know you.

It's way too soon to want to marry you, right? People don’t marry each other so soon. They wait to be sure; they don’t want it to be a mistake or to look too impatient.

But I don’t see a world where you are a mistake Evan.

I can only see blue, and white, and tears. The happiest kind.

Maybe one day this will be more than just a fantasy.

Yours,

Tommy

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He’s so ‘daddy’ | L.H

>> Logan sends you a picture of himself to tease you. Unfortunately, your friends see it too and they agree that he looks just so ‘daddy’. <<

Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan Howlett x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount: 4.366 Words

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, fluff, bit of embarrassment, dom!Logan (but just before sex, during sex he’s a needy little thing who needs his girls pussy), soft!Logan, established relationship, pet names [kitten, honey, princess] age gap, daddy kink (but not really?), smut [praises, slow sex, soft sex, oral (fem!rec), unprotected p in v, hint of breeding kink]

Authors Note: This is for you @elixirfromthestars because thank you for listening to me while drooling over that picture. Also the biggest thank you to @holylulusworld for reading and telling me it’s oke that way! Dividers made by me.

Events: Written for the smutty September/October fest hosted by @mercurial-chuckles [slow sex, it isn’t the whole prompt but it’s fitting!],

Your phone vibrated next to you as you sat in the living room with your girls. You didn’t know if you wanted to look at it or not — knowing damn well it was Logan who sent you something. And even if he knows that your girls are there, he doesn’t miss a chance to make you go crazy.

“Your phone… You got a message, don’t you want to check?” One of the girls asked and smiled nicely at you. They all knew that you usually checked immediately to see if it may have been an important message, but this time was different. They all suddenly looked at you with confused and curious expressions before the girl spoke up once again. “You always check to see if it’s important; do you have secrets?”

You chuckled and shook your head. Your phone vibrated again, and you couldn’t keep ignoring it. Logan would write you message after message until you looked at your phone. And maybe it was important then?

With a soft nod, you took your phone and unlocked it, keeping your screen to yourself as much as possible so none of them could see it. But unfortunately for you, your friends were way too curious to let you hide anything from them, especially after your strange behavior.

You tapped on his messages, immediately getting greeted by a picture of your boyfriend. But it wasn’t just a picture; it was Logan in his black sweatpants and nothing else. His chest was hairy as usual because you adored the softness of his short locks. His muscles were highly defined, and even his veins were visible — a view that made you drool every single time. And Logan knew it, so he did it on purpose.

A gasp next to you pulled you back into reality. Your eyes widened as you felt one of your friends way too close to you. Her eyes were scanning the screen, and her mouth dropped open as she looked slowly over at you.

“Fuck. You— you hide that from us?” Before you could answer her question or react to her taking your phone, the others were already gasping for air too. Their eyes went just as wide as they stared at your phone, then at you.

Heat crept up your cheeks. Their open mouths were turning pretty fast into mischievous grins as they placed your phone between them on the table. Without having another look at one another, they inspected your boyfriend, talking about his handsome body, his pepper and salt beard, and his hairy chest.

“Those veins, haven’t seen a man with those damn visible veins before,” one muttered underneath her breath. They zoomed in on some parts of the picture, talking about it like it was a masterpiece drawn by someone famous, while you slid back in your seat and felt yourself becoming smaller.

But at the same time, you felt a pang of possessiveness, love, and pride growing in your chest. They admired your boyfriend; they couldn’t get him because you knew Logan loved you more than everything. And even though they inspected that picture in every little detail, you knew that he wanted exactly that, but he was still all yours.

“Bet this chest hair is so fluffy, isn’t it?” One of them asked before they all looked in your direction. You smiled softly before nodding. Logan’s sweet curls were so comfy, a little scratchy when he trimmed them, but when he didn't, they were like you had a teddy bear underneath you.

“A bit like a big bear. Pretty comfy, but all mine,” you smirked at them. They laughed lightly, turning their faces back to your screen to look at your boyfriend's picture a while longer. You looked from the other side of the table at your phone as well, knowing that you would be the one who would be with him in bed later. Cuddled up into him while you placed your head on his chest, you were the one who was able to feel the softness and thickness — the contrast of his curls and his muscles underneath you while his strong arms would be wrapped around your smaller frame.

Compared to Logan, you were pretty small, not just because of his muscles but also because of his height. This man was huge, perfect to curl himself around you and keep you safe and sound in his perfect, warm embrace. Or when you went out, he was able to reach the shelves you couldn't; his arms were wrapped around your waist every now and then, and he would place his chin on top of your head. He was a soft bear, and you were his precious kitten.

“He’s so daddy…” one of your girls said and finally pushed your phone back toward you. You chuckled and nodded; of course he was. It wasn’t just the age difference but him. Logan was literally screaming ‘daddy’ when he just stood in front of you. So you couldn’t blame them for thinking just like you.

Little did you know that your boyfriend was walking down the stairs and just walked into the room as you pushed your phone back into your pocket. The moment one of the girls noticed him, she whispered to the others, and suddenly all eyes were on him.

You turned around slowly, smiling softly at him as he walked closer toward you. He wore a tight shirt, which made you squirm in your seat slightly. Logan placed his big hands on both sides next to you on the backrest, leaning down.

While your friends watched, he brought one of his hands to your chin, tilting your head back so he could press his lips easily onto yours. It was just a peck, but it was enough for your eyes to flutter shut and for you to keep them close a moment longer. Logan’s breath moved over your chin to your cheek until it reached your ear and you shivered.

“Did I hear ya right, honey?” He asked, his voice low and barely above a whisper. Only you were able to hear it, and you nodded — intoxicated by his soft touches, his warm breath against your skin, and his rough voice. Logan chuckled before pecking your lips once again and standing up straight, looking at your friends. “Hi, how long is ya lil’ meeting? Need my girl to get some things done.”

They smirked at you, enjoying the effect Logan had on you. One of them winked with a knowing grin before she moved and got up from the chair she sat on. “Actually, we just wanted to go.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. While Logan grinned, he watched your friends intently when they moved to the floor to get their shoes and jackets. You followed them, glaring at your boyfriend for doing such a show in front of your friends. You weren’t mad at him; you even needed to feel him — especially now — but it’s all just because of the damn picture he sent you and the fact that he just made you all squirmy and needy in front of your friends.

You sighed when your friends left the house; the door closed behind them, and you turned around, shrieking. Logan was suddenly standing in front of you, maybe an inch between the two of you. Your eyes moved from his muscular chest up to his face, lingering on his plump lips before they muted further to his green eyes.

“Did ya enjoy it? Ya friends did. ‘m so ‘daddy’, huh, do ya think that too, kitten?” He purred; his strong hands were reaching out to grasp you by your hips and push you back against the door. Logan didn’t waste a second before pushing himself against you. His face was only inches away from yours.

Your breather hitched, earning a low growl out of the depths of Logan’s throat. His eyes were piercing into yours, and his tongue was darting out, licking across his plump lips. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he waited for you to answer his question.

“Y-you—“ you interrupted yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat. Admitting it out loud that you thought about it for so long was different and more difficult than admitting it to yourself. Letting your fantasies run wild was something you were pretty good at, but saying it out loud? Telling your boyfriend that he’s so daddy? So you swallowed thickly once again and nodded at him before mumbling the rest of your answer. “You are, Logan.”

He growled, sending another shiver down your spine. You felt your arousal pooling out of you, ruining your panties. Unfortunately, Logan smelled it, and he loved it — the effect he had and that he knew exactly how you felt and what you needed. His enchanted senses were sometimes so useful for him, especially when he could smell your sweetness and the mess you made for him.

“Am I, didn’t sound like that when ya jus’ answered my question, honey,” he spoke in a quiet and teasing tone. Oh, he enjoyed this little game between the two of you — just like cat and mouse — or maybe just like a predator and its sweet little prey.

“Y-you are, Log—“ He made you shut up when you wanted to say his name again. Logan's fingers were pressing almost painfully into your hips, and you hissed, looking at him with confusion in your eyes. He raised an eyebrow; he knew that you knew exactly what he wanted, the confused only there because you tried to believe it was something else. But deep down, you knew what he wanted you to say. “Lo— y-you are, daddy.”

“There ya go. Such a good girl, aren’t ya?” Logan praised you, loosening his grip around your waist slightly. He grinned at you, his eyes darkened, and he licked his lips once again. “Wasn’t that hard, was it? With ya little friends, ya would say it, but with me — with ya daddy — ya’re all shy, honey?”

Logan smirked at you as he noticed the flustered expression on your face. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. Without a word, you did that; your arms were holding yourself around his neck as he carried you into the house and up the stairs to your shared bedroom. While you made yourself ready for an evening and night filled with begging, whining, orgasm denial, and hard fuck — your boyfriend had another idea of tonight's activities, but he won’t tell you; he didn’t want the fun to be ruined by you knowing his plans already.

He placed you back on your feet when you reached the bedroom. Logan closed the door; he always did — once you asked him why, and he told you that no one could interrupt you, even though you were living in a house, just the two of you. And you were pretty sure that no one would come into the room when they heard you. But on the other side, it had something intimate and sweet; you couldn’t quite explain it; it just felt like that.

As he turned back around, his expression was way softer than before; his eyes were still glistening with lust, but it was something sweeter. Even after the time you were together already, you sometimes couldn’t figure your boyfriend out. It made things more interesting and exciting for you.

“Take ‘em off, except your panties,” he said with a slightly hoarse voice. His eyes were glued to yours, taking in every little movement and even just the way your expression could change at his soft demand. For the slightest moment, your eyes flickered with some mischievousness and playfulness, and you considered to do as he said or tease him and either keep on your clothes so he had to take them off. Or that you would strip out of your clothes completely. “Need ya to be good and do as I said. Take off ya clothes but keep ya panties on, kitten.

You did as he said, unbuttoning your pants and taking off the hoodie — that actually belonged to Logan. You placed it all to the side before turning back to your boyfriend. Logan watched you intently; his green eyes were roaming over your body and taking in every bit of you he could get. With narrowed eyes, he leaned closer to you.

“I said take ‘em off, except your panties,” he groaned in his low voice. You whimpered, pressing your thighs together to try and soothe the aching in your cunt. He smirked at you, waking a few steps closer before he towered over your smaller frame.

Logan was still fully dressed, and it made everything even hotter. His big fingers hooked into the straps of your bra, slowly tracing along them before he reached your back and opened it. With a low growl, he pushed the straps off your shoulders until the fabric fell down on the ground. “Better, isn’t it, princess?”

You nodded; your lips were slightly parted. Logan used that opportunity to bring one of his hands to your cheeks, capturing it while he ran one of his thick fingers over your soft, warm lips. The roughness of his skin compared to the softness he touched you with made your knees buckle. Your boyfriend immediately wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Looks like ya have some trouble standing here, kitten,” he grinned at you. His voice was filled with affection but also a bit of amusement as he walked you backwards to the bed. When the back of your knees hit the frame of the bed, you automatically let yourself fall down on it.

Logan’s prominent, big bulge was visible through his pants. You wanted to place your fingers on his crotch and roam them over the outline of his hard cock, but he stopped you when his hands reached for his belt.

“L-L-,” you whined, feeling so desperate and needy. You couldn’t form a proper sentence, your thoughts running wild with whatever he had in mind for the two of you — it was clear what he wanted. But you also knew that your boyfriend was happy to try out new things with you.

“Sh, I’ve got ya, princess. Just be good and wait, can ya do that?” Logan asked, earning a soft nod with a pout from you. He smirked, trailing his thumb over your lips once again before he stripped out of his clothes as well.

It took you way too long for him to get naked but you couldn’t move. So you were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching your boyfriend intensely, admiring his high-defined muscles, the soft hair on his chest and belly, and especially the veins running over his arms, one of which was from his belly button down into his boxer briefs.

“Daddy, ne-need to…” You trailed off as he stepped closer to you. He only wore his boxers, standing between your slightly spread legs. Logan’s bulge was the same high as your face, and your eyes moved from his covered cock to the vein. “C-Can I like it, please?”

“Go ahead, kitten.” You didn’t waste a second, leaning your head forward until your forehead touched his abs. Your lips trailed along the vein, peppering soft kisses over it, down to the waistband of his boxer briefs before you kissed back up to his belly button, continuing it for a few more times.

You didn’t know his bulge could grow even more, but it did, pressing against your throat. You whined as you leaned back, looking with innocent and widened eyes at your boyfriend.

“Such a good girl, aren’t ya?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair. Logan pushed himself against you, his crotch pressing against your mouth. A low groan left his plump lips as he felt your warm mouth around it through the fabric of his boxers. “Lay down, honey.”

You did as he told you, crawling further onto the bed until your head was comfortably placed in the pillows; your forearms were holding you up while you watched Logan stripping out of the last piece of fabric he wore. Then he turned around and climbed between your legs onto the bed as well. He ripped your panties into pieces and threw them somewhere into the room.

Logan used his big hands to spread your legs further apart, moving closer to your center. He smirked at you, noticing the fog of neediness in your eyes. You were still looking at him, his expression lovely and with so much adoration, that he considered just sitting down and letting you stare at him like that a while longer. But the pre-cum that dripped from his red tip slowly rolled down his shaft and made him realize how much he really needed to be inside his sweet, perfect cunt.

“Logan, please,” you whimpered. Your pussy was throbbing, and the sight of his leaking cock wasn’t helping you either. He brought his hands to your thighs, stroking them slowly, inching further up from your knees to your pussy, but then moved back to your knees. He didn’t want to tease you — even though he knew he did — but he wanted to make it special for the two of you. He wanted to make it slow, lovely, soft, and full of passion.

He leaned down, his lips hovering above your cunt. His breath hits your soft skin, making you shiver and whine underneath him. And Logan loved it — the effect he had on you, the way you let him do it without pushing him to finally touch you or fuck you properly.

“Such a good girl for me,” he muttered against your skin before finally leaning further down to kiss your lower belly. A moan fell from your parted lips, and you let yourself fall into the pillows behind you as he trailed down to your pussy. His fingers were sliding along your thighs, kneading the soft flesh slightly before they grasped them to hold then spread apart. Logan dipped his head down, pressing his nose between your folds while he inhaled your sweet scent deeply. “Literally a pillow princess, aren’t ya? And smelling so fuckin’ good, can’t wait to get a taste of ya, princess.”

You giggled about his joke. You knew damn well that you weren’t a pillow princess, at least not when it came to the real meaning of the word. But when it came to Logan’s meaning of the word? Then you sure were a pillow princess — his princess between pillows!

Logan licked through your folds, groaning softly against you. The vibrations were making you moan softly; your hands were flying into his hair to push him further to where you needed him most. His lips peppered soft kisses along your wetness and your thighs before he licked another strap from your entrance to your clit.

“Logan, please,” you whined, arching your back. He smiled against your folds, heeling his cock hardening even more. Logan needed everything in him to not hump the bed and cum like a teenager. Your taste was just too good; he could spend hours between your legs and couldn’t get enough of you.

He dipped his tongue into you, circling your entrance again before pushing in once more. The clenching of your pussy made him go crazy; he just needed you to feel him. He needed you so bad — even though he wanted to taste you first, Logan just needed to feel your perfect pussy around his length.

“Kitten, I make this up to you; I will make you cum on my tongue all you want, but right now, I just need to feel you,” Logan whined. It was a sound you haven’t heard often before, but it made him even cuter and hotter. He just wanted you to call him daddy, and now he’s whining.

“It’s okay, Lo,” you giggle. Then he settled himself down on his knees between your still-spread legs. Logan grasped his cock, running it through your folds a few times. Every time his tip was bumping against your clit it made both of you moan.

He shifted slightly, holding himself above you with one of his hands before he lined his cock up. He didn’t even have much resistance as he pushed in — slowly. Logan moaned and threw his head back as your pussy was gripping his length tightly, sucking him deeper into your tightness.

“Fuck… ya feeling so good. So fucking good, mhm…” he mumbles under his breath. Logan slides inch by inch into you, stretching you perfectly to create a flawless mix of pain and pleasure. You whimper when he finally bottoms out, the tip of his perfect cock kissing your cervix. “Made for me, honey. Ya’re fuckin’ made for me, princess.”

Logan leaned over you, his chest pressing against yours. He lowered his head to hide his face in the crock of your neck while he kissed your skin there softly. His breath was heavy against you, and you smiled at him. You placed your hands on his back, running your fingers slowly over his muscles while he slowly moved his cock out of you.

“So perfect, kitten, so perfect,” he whispered, pushing as slowly as possible back into you. Your walls were clenching so tightly around him, it took everything in him to not bust a nut immediately. Logan lifted his head to glance at you with a soft smile, his green eyes piercing into yours as he kissed along your jaw up to your lips. “My precious, precious princess.”

You chuckled about him, squeezing his cock even further. Logan closed his eyes and growled, which turned into a moan as he pulled out of you before pushing back into you. It was so sweet, soft, and delicious that your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He knew exactly how to turn you into a puddle underneath him.

“Please, need more,” you whimpered. A soft moan left your lips as he thrusted his hips against yours once again. He didn’t speed up his movements, but he lowered himself more onto you, pressuring you with his weight into the mattress of your shared bed.

Logan didn’t fuck you; he made love to you. He didn’t mind that he got needier with every clench of your pussy or that your arousal was leaking out of you and against his balls. Your boyfriend kissed you senseless while his cock was hitting your cervix with every movement into you. Low moans slipped past his lips, his breath hitching when he felt you closer by the edge of your release.

“Feel that? Feel my cock in ya belly. So deep, so fuckin’ deep. Need ya, princess, need ya to come for me, please." Logan breathed out against your swollen lips. He brought his hands to both sides of your body next to your shoulders. You heard the sound of ripping sheets and the familiar sound of his claws pushing deep into the mattress.

You giggled, running your fingers up to caress his soft locks. Your nails scratched over his scalp before you pulled him by his hair closer to you. Logan groaned, throwing his head against your shoulder as he pulled almost completely out of you before he thrust forward and into your tightness with more force than before.

“Please, please, honey. Need ya to come for me, please. ‘m so close, princess,” he whimpered. Logan pushed his pelvis more into yours, the dark curls that lead to his cock inside of you. Your clit was beyond stimulated by his pubic hair, and within a few thrusts your fingers were digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks. Your pussy tightening around him, hugging him as tight as possible while you moaned loudly.

Logan’s cock twitched inside of you, his breath getting heavier, his heart hammering just like yours. His heart was beating in the same rhythm yours was beating. And you breathed into his mouth, kissing him hungrily but soft as he came inside of you. His claws were ripping the sheets as he pumped his seed deep into your belly.

He let himself fall into you completely, not even trying to hold himself up as he kissed you back, moaning and panting. With his thick cock, he was holding his cum inside of you, his eyes closed as he pulled back from the kiss and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Such a good girl. Takin’ my cock and cum always so well, honey. My perfect, precious kitten,” he murmured breathlessly against your neck. “Love ya so much, honey. Gonna keep my cum deep inside of ya to make sure to knock ya up, my princess.”

“I love you too, Logan,” you mumbled while you ran your hands through his soft but sweaty hair. He growled into your neck, removing his claws out of the mattress and sheets, and chuckled softly.

“Guess we need new sheets. Remember those fluffy ones ya saw? I guess we should get those,” he mumbled, feeling you laughing softly underneath him. Logan knew that you loved these fluffy sheets for autumn and winter times. They felt like your boyfriend's curls on his chest and stomach. So you wouldn’t just feel Logan’s soft hair but also the sheets that felt just like him — kinda more Logan cuddling with you.

“But you won’t ruin these!” You muttered, knowing that he would do it anyway. But to his defense, he always got you new sheets and even some new mattresses every now and then.

“Can’t help myself when I have such a pretty girl, honey.” Logan said, kissing your neck. He felt you shivering when his soft lips touched your skin. But he also knew that you recently raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not talkin’ to my pussy right now, princess. I talk to ya, ya’re jus’ so perfect and sweet, honey. All mine, all jus’ mine — ya heart tells me, it’s beating jus’ like mine.”

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The Honda Odyssey

Logan Howlett x Reader | smut | 6k words Summary: The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.

I got carried away. I just love Wolvie so much. I'm so happy Logan is getting the adoration he deserves. Long live the Wolverine renaissance.

Warning: smut, p in v, ass play, foul language.

If you had to pinpoint a moment when your life became the shit show it had steadily developed into, you’d say it was the moment you auditioned for X-Force.

In your tenure as besties with Wade Wilson, it's fair to say things hadn’t gone smoothly. The man was a conduit to all things fucked up, but you adored his loose morals and quick mouth. The idiot in red had weaselled his way into your heart and became something of a brother to you and more recently a roommate.

Now, if you’d have told your younger self you’d be in your late twenty’s sharing an apartment with a burn victim who regularly staples a toupee to his fucking head and a coke-head, blind, old African American woman, you’d have laughed in their fucking face.

So, you’d like to think that as these things go you are pretty damn well adjusted but traversing the multiverse was a bit of a stretch, even for you.

One moment you’re at Wade’s surprise party, the next your ass has been zapped to the TVA and you’ve been given a sacred mission; to accompany Marvel Jesus (Wade) and protect the sacred timeline.

Naturally you’re fucking mind blown, you’re a low-level mutant, fuck, you couldn’t even join the X-Men.  Your particular set of skills were a dime a dozen and your flagrant disregard of rules had made you a ‘poor candidate’.

No, the mutant powers you had been graced with weren’t extraordinary by any means. You were basically an off-brand Captain America, just without the gorgeous cheekbones, patriotism and righteous need to do good.

In layman terms, you are strong as shit and have an accelerated healing factor. Not quite the same level as Wade’s mind you. You have, give or take, an inconvenient five-minute turnaround on the more fatally debilitating wounds.

To say you were unqualified was an understatement and to say you were reluctant was a simple fact. A fact you repeated, loudly to anyone that would listen as you were bathed in rich black leather.

“I think maybe you meant to grab negasonic teenage whatchacallit… she’s great, super powerful!” You continue. “Did you mean to get Domino or Colossus or maybe one of the X-Men? “

“No Miss Y/L/N. We have not got the wrong person for the job.” The man you later find out is called Paradox, calls out as you re-enter the operation headquarters. “Mr Wilson requested your presence; he wanted your assistance on his mission.”

“Y/N/N… ten out of ten, baby girl, I one hundred percent would bang. I’m talking raw dog, Barry White on a rug, let’s go all fuckin’ night.”  Wade hollers in his own brand-new suit and even you must admit, you look fucking amazing. “Sweet angel, we’ve just gotta’ come up with a superhero name for you!”

You are enrobed in rich thick black and teal leather, your first ever hero suit and it’s a fucking good one. It doesn’t cling, but instead pulls you in securing your flesh and extenuating curves, ones you hadn’t entirely realised you had. The bottom half your face is concealed with a mask, carefully crafted to follow the contours of your nose and cheekbones.

You’d barely recognised the mysterious figure in the mirror.

“Right?! Tailor was pretty handsy though!”

“Oh yeah, ha! - that man is indeed a predator.” Wade says with a chuckle and a fond sigh.

It shames to you to say but that’s when you stopped fighting this whole thing. You looked the part of a hero; you thought that maybe the TVA knew what they were doing. That they had seen something in you and knew that you had a good heart under all the darkness that lingered on the surface.

Wrong.

You were just a demand Wade had made. He wanted his number one disciple at his side whilst he carried out his sacred mission. You were part of an attempt at appeasing him whilst they destroyed your timeline.

Little more than a pawn to be used whilst they manipulated him into a false sense of security.

Thus, you were thrown into a series of events far beyond your control when Wade being Wade decided you were hunting down a Wolverine to stabilise the timeline, only to be once again fucking zapped into some place they called the void by that little English shitbird named Paradox. It’s entirely accurate to say that you were a little less sturdy than your compadres.

Unfortunately for you, the fall from such a height into the void was fatal. When you finally awake in the desolate wasteland to the sounds of blades clashing it is disorientating to say the least.

Forcing yourself to your feet you lower your mask and gasp in the sweet strangely stale oxygen as you stretch out your newly healed spine with a groan. It was impossible to tell how long you were out as you take in the scene before you; Wade and the Wolverine are engaged in a heated battle. From the looks of it, Logan is winning this fight despite being the human equivalent of a knife block with Wade’s katanas protruding from his chest.

For a moment you pause, perhaps its head trauma that hasn’t healed (He’s fucking Deadpool, he can look after himself for two minutes) and appreciate his form, the Wolverine the two of you had kidnapped was gorgeous. Tch, as if there was any other kind.

Sure, you were biased you’d always been somewhat of a fangirl, but the Wolverine was objectively breath-taking.

You’d indulged in comics whilst growing up but when you found out he was real and looked the way he did, hell, Wolverine was your sexual awakening. He was the first man to make you feel that tingle in your lower stomach. Yes, you may have been thirteen years old, a ball of puppy fat and social anxiety but you’d been waiting for him ever since. 

You’re snapped out of your reverie when Wade loses baby knife in Logan’s shoulder blade, finally you spring into action. In good time as well as you’re not sure if even Deadpool can survive decapitation.

In the singularly most stupid act of your life you throw yourself in front of your friend’s body. “Wait, Wait! Please!”  

Wade has paused behind you, you can feel him weighing up the situation, pausing for a moment to see what you’re going to pull out of the bag.

“The TVA they can fix it, whatever you did, whatever made you the worst Logan, they can fix it! – They have the power to end universes, but they also have the power to fix yours! Help us get back there and we can fix both of our worlds! I promise, they can fix it.” You plead, it’s not quite a lie exactly, more of an Educated Wish than anything.

Okay it is a lie, but you’re sure that the TVA can most likely, probably, maybe fix his world.

Logan’s eyes lock with yours in that moment you can see that he wants to kill you both and be done with it, but that hope won’t let him. You feel a smidgen of guilt for the deceit, but frankly you’ve done worse for less. Your world was on the line it wasn’t the time to pull your punches.

Fast forward four exhausting hours, two periods of unconsciousness and one flaying to find yourself sat opposite Wade gagging down cold spoonful’s of Spam in some dusty ass diner.

You were no better than a man as you watched the Wolverine.

Those arms, those thighs, the way he had beheaded Sabretooth without even breaking a fucking sweat. You wanted him to wrap those instruments of death he called hands around your throat and fuck you dirty until the sun came up.

It had been a long exhausting day and you had been soaking wet for most of it.

Shit, could he smell that? Does that count as sexual harassment? You’d have to ask Wade.

Logan, however, was utterly dismissive of your advances in the face of what was undoubtedly utterly horrific past trauma. Something you were trying to be understanding about, but self-pity in a man, it just turned you on. I said you had some surface layers of darkness.

Unable to help yourself you gaze at him as he opens a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You are utterly entranced, watching the thick chords in his throat bob as he takes a swig.

That tanned skin where his jaw ends and neck begins, slick with sweat and dirt. You’d love to sink your canines into the strip below his ear. He must feel your stare on him as he looks up and catches your eyes dark with lust already surveying his person.

It should embarrass you, that every time he peers your way, he catches you gaping at him like a lovesick puppy, but there’s something about Logan you can’t quite put your finger on. The man heats your blood like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, maybe it’s that torch you’ve carried for him since girlhood, maybe it’s the thick thighs you’d kill to ride – who can say for sure?

In what you assume is against his better judgement, he comes to perch on the booth beside you. His broad shoulders cast an imposing figure as he gets close enough that if you were to move your hand a couple of inches to the right, you’d finally be able to touch that yellow fabric that plagued your tween dreams.

You’re burning up at the thought of him, unable to stop yourself you part your legs slightly to ease some of the pressure. Logans nose twitches, his head swivels your way and his eyes catch your own.  

Welp - at least you have your answer about him smelling your arousal.

Deciding that you were most likely verging on sexual harassment charges you decided to focus back in on the task at hand, gagging once again at another spoonful of spam.

“Be a good girl and swallow, Y/N/N, you know the rules!” Wade jokes, your chortle was your only response. What could you say? He always hit your funny bone despite the ocean that was raging in your panties.

Logan stares at Wade for a long moment before turning to your way and addressing you for maybe only the fourth time today?

“What are you doing with this fucking clown? You his sidekick? Following him round to laugh at his stupid fucking jokes whilst he gets kids killed?”

“Why I have never.” Wade is faux outraged at his words, clutching his imaginary pearls as the Wolverine throws around accusations that aren’t entirely untrue.

The Wolverine’s expression remains stern as his eyes track your face. They seem to be evaluating your character and from the flare in his nose and crease in his brow you can guess he finds you lacking. You’re embarrassed to admit how much that deflates you, so you do what you do best; you deflect.

 “I could follow you around and laugh at your jokes instead, if you like?” When you speak your voice has a sultry edge to it and there’s no mistaking your intentions.

Logan seems to think on your proposition for a second or two, before he huffs grabs his rubbing alcohol and unopened can of Spam and heads over to sit at the bar.

“Holy hot ham and cheese on rye, Y/N, you fucking slut.” Wade berates you though his voice is as light as it’s always been as he boots your shin under the table. “Trying to your holes filled by Wolvie during a world saving mission, Marvel H Christ, stay on fucking task!”

You swear you hear Logan mutter a Jesus Christ from the bar.

Though as Wade continues irritating the hero hunched against bar, you can’t help the realisation that he didn’t say no.

“You’re uh… well regarded in our world.” Wade complements, being real doesn’t come easy to him. You appreciate the effort.

“Well, I’m not shit in mine.”

“I tried to join the X-Men because of you.” You speak up finally joining their conversation. Wolverine’s back goes rigid, but he doesn’t respond. You’re not sure if he’s waiting for you to continue or hoping you’ll stop. “You made a difference to this world, made me think I could do the same. I just never quite make the cut.”

Logan doesn’t seem to have a response.

It seems your words have an effect as you catch him watching you more often. When Wade makes his jokes, he looks to you for validation of his withering looks.

You’re probably more distracted by this revelation than you should be when the three of you come across a real nasty variant of Colossus seeking out Wade for… you want to say… revenge?

The not-so-gentle-anymore-giant flips the Honda and tosses both Wade and Logan through the treeline as they advance on him as if they were little more than toys his mother had asked him to pick up.

One by one your bullets ricochet from his metal skin as he comes towards you. You aren’t built for this fight; you are completely and utterly outmatched.

All you’re doing at this point is buying yourself some time for your backup to pull themselves from the rubble, however during a particularly spirited cartwheel the metal oaf finally gets his hands on you. Colossus’ metal palm is cold on your throat, and you could swear you hear your neck snapping before you feel it.  

With a gasp you return to life to find a slightly dishevelled Logan standing above you. By the grace of god, his sleeves have been worn away in the fight, his arms, oh sweet lord, his arms are on full display.

“Thought you were a goner.” He offers you a hand when you simply stare mutely his way. Locking your fingers around his wrist he pulls you to your feet. You don’t release your hold on him and neither does he.

“Don’t throw the party just yet, eh?” You joke weakly, for a second you could swear there’s a slight raise of the corner of his mouth, imperceptible, if you didn’t know what you were looking for. In the past few hours you had become an expert on Wolverine’s face.  

Your mouth is dry as you take in his thick sweat laden biceps.

“Where’s Wade?” You query whilst rolling your aching neck as you haven’t heard his voice in a record thirty seconds, Logan suddenly remembers himself and drops your hand.

“’fraid Metal man took your clown, was pissed with him and can’t say I blame the guy.”

“Shit.” You sigh rubbing your temples as you kneel to pick up the dismembered arm of your best friend. “Well – fuck. That’ll take him a few hours at least to grow back – He’ll be so sad about his suit.”

You peel the fabric from the limb and tuck it under the breast plate of your own suit. Wade will want his glove back when it grows back.

“He say where he was taking him?”

“Oh yeah, that along with his plan for world domination...” Logan huffs as if your mere presence annoys him.

“Thought you didn’t like sarcasm.”

“I like sarcasm just fine, Bub. It’s you I don’t like.” You can’t help but smile his way at the comment made at your expense, his brows crease. “You’re a strange one.”

“Can you do your sniffy thing?”  Its impressive, you thought he’d reached the limit with his scathing looks towards Wade, yet he somehow manages to pull a deeper frown out the vault especially for you.

“Sniffy thing?” His words are spoken with such derision, it turns you on a little. You realise that perhaps you are in fact a deeply troubled individual.

“Oh, sorry.” You pretend to clear a frog in your throat. “Please, oh, please, beautiful, handsome Wolverine, please can you locate my bestest pal with your heightened sense of smell?” His face doesn’t break despite your hands clasped in front of your chin.

“You’re just as fucking annoying as that moron.” He huffs “Get in the fucking car, we’ll follow his trail.”

“You can smell him from the car?”

“The blood, Jesus Fucking Christ, there’s a trail of blood.”

“Ah.” Is all you reply as you find your seat in the passenger side and start your own one on one team up with Wolverine. Its not exactly the way you imagined it, but beggars certainly can’t be choosers.

After a few moments of sullen silence, you decide that there’s no time like the present to form a long-lasting bond.

“What’s your world like?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Okay... What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they can save your world? I bet its something boring as fuck, like team-“

“What did you just say?”

“I bet you’re gonna do something boring like-“

“No before that.”

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they save your world?” You question, his sudden interest in your words takes you by surprise as he has been vacant from your conversation.

The breaks suddenly shriek as the car comes to a stop.

“What do you mean if?”

“I…”

“You said they could fix my world. Undo it all, is what you fucking said.”

“I mean I think they can!”

“You fucking liar.” The edge to The Wolverine’s voice is terrifying. The realisation trickles down your spine, Logan has been nice to you all this time, you’re finally meeting The Wolverine.

“I didn’t lie!” For some reason you’re ashamed of your deceit, you’ve murdered countless people and still, you’ve felt less remorse. Logan’s eyes pin you in your seat as disgust clouds his face. It hurts more than you can fathom. “Not exactly, I think they can fix your world! – I needed your help and if you killed Wade there was no hope for my universe!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your universe!” He spits your way; his hands are gripping the wheel in what seems like an effort to keep his cool.

“I know, but I do!” You cry back at him. “You know how to save the world, you’re the fucking Wolverine! I know how to kill people, but this hero shit, this isn’t me!”

“Ha! No shit.” There is pure hate in the man’s eyes as he stares back at you.

“Please, you’re Logan. Whether you’re the worst one or not - You’re still better than me.”

“Get out of the fucking car.” The words come from between clenched teeth and are filled with warning.

“No – fuck you.”  Your rage breaks the banks to meet Logan’s. Perhaps it’s the guilt, maybe it’s the fear for Wade but something within you snaps at his constant bad temper. “It was an educated guess and a fucking reasonable one at that, get the fuck over yourself you big bird wannabe geriatric fucker! “

He slams his palms on the steering wheel, his nose flares and his teeth clamp together.  “Fuck me? Fuck you – you sad pathetic excuse for a side-kick. No wonder the X-Men wouldn’t take you, and they’ll take fuckin’ anyone. You are a ridiculous, immature, moron who spends her days following around a fucking clown to avoid facing the reality that you are no one. I have never met a sadder, more attention starved asshole in my entire life. You were right about one thing, you’re no fucking hero.”

Its shameful the way your stomach drops, and your eyes involuntarily begin to tear. To hear your hero say the words you’ve thought about yourself whilst laying awake at night. It’s a knife to the gut.

“Nothing to fucking say, huh, Angel?” The use of Wade’s nickname for you is like sandpaper on your skin, it rubs you the wrong fucking way.

“I am going to hurt you now.” Your voice is barely a broken whisper.

“You’re going to hurt – “His faux chortle is cut short by a swift punch to his face. You’re worried you may have been overzealous with your swing when his nose begins bleeding. The Wolverine is stunned for only a moment before he grabs the back of your neck and proceeds with smashing your face into the dashboard and those concerns are quickly put to bed.

The old fucker is strong, but you don’t think he’ll kill you, yet another educated wish.

“Not so tough now…” He shouts as the radio channels change with your skull. Pulling a knife from your leg strap you embed it in his thigh and pull the lever to recline your seat whilst he’s distracted, luckily, you’re not there when he swings for retribution.

Though one of his fucking steak knives catches your upper arm slicing through the leather. Warm blood trickles down your arm, staining the beige interior of the poor Honda. 

Your legs are your strongest asset, so when he attempts to restrain you with the seatbelt, you are presented with your window of opportunity. You wrap them around his neck as you pivot your hips slamming the Wolverine headfirst into the metal of the door. Once, twice, three times - on the fourth he lands a fist to your gut, luckily, he has retracted his claws.

If he was willing to kill you, you wouldn’t stand a chance.

You’re winded struggling to catch your breath from the gut punch, but you manage pull the knife from his thigh that is nestled between your legs and thrust it into his neck, you aim for the spot you’d fantasied about kissing before he’d torn your character apart piece by piece, now you just want to bathe in his fucking blood.

It was the pain that instantaneously made his claws extend. He’s quick to move them, though he slices through the sides of your suit as he buries them in the chair behind you. Your ribs are a bloodied mess though you don’t care, in a few hours they’ll be good as new.

Logan has seized the opportunity and has your arms pinned to your sides, his blood has cooled a little more than yours, he doesn’t seem to want to murder you over an argument.

Perhaps he’s more well-adjusted than yourself, that thought alone should concern you, except it just enrages you further.

“You stupid fuckin-“The Wolverine starts admonishing you, before you swing your head forward and headbutt him.

Yes.

You really do that.

You headbutt the man with the adamantium fucking skeleton– at full strength. Its sheer dumb luck you don’t crack your own skull in the process– maybe Logan was right, you are fucking dumb.

“Fucking fuck!” You cry grabbing your forehead and writhing. Noone wins with a headbutt, except Logan apparently.

“Fucking stop that.” Your writhing has pushed your core against his crotch, and he is already packing quite the heat at what feels like half-mast. He grabs your hips to stop your movement, but it only seems to push you closer. “Stop fucking moving.”

The constant arousal you’ve felt since meeting him returns in double time, Logan’s nostrils flare and his eyes darken. It’s debased and you’re ashamed that you want him, you haven’t stopped wanting him, despite the awful fucking words that left his mouth minutes ago.

“Like … a little pain Wolvie?”

Its relief you feel, you think, when instead of answering or punching you in the face, he closes the gap.

The Wolverine’s claws retract, and he grabs at your chin. Logan’s mouth utterly devours your own, your front tooth clashes with his own as you push yourself upwards, you pull your knife out of his neck, catching his grunt of pain on your tongue as you begin licking your way down his thick throat.

The vein you’d spotted hours ago is throbbing freshly healed, you sink your canines into the flesh and its as good as you’d fucking imagine. His groan is utterly beast-like as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

The Wolverine’s throat tastes like salt and iron. Thick, tangy and warm on your tongue as you soothe the bite. It drives Logan wild, thrusting his hardened member against your warmth. One of his gloved hands rises to lock on the back of your neck to pull you into yet another earth-shattering kiss.  His sharp hot tongue slides against your own, exploring the expanses of your mouth like its his to claim.

You bite at him again then, your teeth catching his bottom lip sharply.  Logan groans into your mouth before you use every ounce of your enhanced strength to throw him backwards against the dashboard.

He is taken utterly by surprise as his head slams into the windscreen cracking the glass with a grunt. When he looks your way Logan’s eyes are blackened with desire, he is utterly wild.

Slowly as if afraid to make any sudden moves, you unzip your combat boots, your eyes never leaving his. One boot and then the next.

You thank the TVA’s tailor for making your suit a two piece as you shuffle backwards into the backseat, pushing the thick leather down your legs all whilst maintaining eye contact with the beast leaning against the dashboard.

“You sure you want this Darlin’?”

“Darlin’?” You question mockingly, your voice lowering to imitate his own, as you wantonly spread your legs, your bare leg resting next to the headrest. Only a pair of black cotton panties separate him from your most intimate parts and his eyes are locked on your clothed core. “a second ago it was ‘Pathetic Moron’ to you.”

Your head tilts in question as his eyes lock back on your own, you think perhaps for a moment something akin to regret passes over his face, but you’ve never been entirely comfortable with feelings, so you drop your hand into the waistband of your panties, you’ve barely circled your opening with your pointer finger before he’s on you.

“That’s my job, you fucking Moron.” He plunges two bare thick fingers into your heat. Gasping you throw your head back against the headrest, it’s a tight fit and its been a while but the slight burn eases some of the aching in your core.  “You’re fuckin’ soaking wet, you like it huh, bub? Making me bleed?”

Your grab his jaw, your nails digging into his flesh. “I’d like to bathe in-” He scissors his fingers finding that spot inside you and you let out an embarrassing noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “-Your fucking blood… you mean motherfucker.”

You’re an absolute goner when he starts rubbing your clit, after a day of foreplay your body seizes, and you grab at the nape of his neck trying to find something to anchor you down. But as fast as the build was you come tumbling down just as quickly, when he cruelly withdraws his hands.

“No! - Wha- what the fuck?!” You’re almost crying as your torn from the precipice.

Logan flips you over onto your stomach before you can complain any further, your face down on the filthy upholstery as he pulls your panties from your hips. You can’t see him from this angle, though you can feel his warm hands tracing the globes of your ass.

You force your knees further apart, pushing your bare soaking pussy against the tight bulge of his yellow suit. If you had enough of your facilities about you, you’d be embarrassed that you’re currently rubbing your cunt against The Wolverine like a bitch in heat after he’d chewed you out only minutes ago.

Logan’s hand dip between your thighs, his fingers swirl along your hole, dragging your wetness along to your aching clit.

“You think I’d make it that easy?” He asks as he continues the journey back and forth. On the second pass he dips his finger inside of you for a fraction of a second before resuming its path. “What do you want, darlin’?”

You weren’t going to beg, in fact you bit your tongue to stop the traitorous words from forming, this man had already made you abandon most of your self-respect, he wasn’t having this.

“Logan…” At your breathy words the man leans forward, pressing his fabric covered cock into your ass as he folds his body over yours. One hand comes down next to your shoulder, the other explore your tits as he rocks himself into your throbbing core. It’s the perfect storm as he nuzzles into your exposed throat but somehow you manage your words. “Fuck me or don’t, I’m not begging, bub.”

He exhales through his nose in what you guess is equal parts amusement and annoyance, but you’re far beyond caring. He places a bite on the spot where your throat meets your shoulder as his body pulls back. Momentarily his hands leave your hips to deal with his own pants. You hear the clank of his belt hitting the car floor moments before you feel the head of his cock, running along your folds.

The head of his cock is thick, and it feels hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick. All of a sudden Logan pushes forward and sheathes himself inside of you with a single thrust.

You try your best to hold in your incoherent moans but to little avail as he pulls back before slamming full force back into you. If you were a human woman, your pelvis would’ve shattered from the force of his hips against your ass, instead you gather your strength and push back, allowing him deeper. The both of you moan in unison at the depth he reaches.

You grab onto the foam of the seat, ripping through the fabric with your bare hands desperate for an anchor as Logan unforgivingly pounds into you from behind, once again he folds his body over yours, wrapping a palm around your clawed fingers.

“.” He grunts something incoherent into your ear as he picks up the pace, slamming into you repeatedly, slowly picking up his pace. Your core is positively aching as you throb around him, pulling him deeper within you.  If you were expecting any further explanation, you’re sorely disappointed.

The wolverine pulls back, gripping at your hips keeping you still as he resumes his powerful strokes.  Logan’s hand dips to your clit, rubbing quick circles sending you barrelling back towards your orgasm. As you begin to clench around him, he pulls your body upwards, his head brushing against the top of the car as he holds you against him his fingers never leaving your clit.

“Come on my cock, Angel.” Unable to stop yourself you clench around him, hearing him talk like that does something primal to you.

You fucking loved Logan’s mouth, you bet he ate pussy like a champion if he played the clit this fucking well.

You stopped fighting it and threw yourself from the cliff, shattering in his thick muscle veined arms as he held you up against him, his cock still viciously plundering your depths.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He whispers against your neck whispers peppering it with bites.

Logan gives you a few moments to come down from your high before he resumes his punishing pace, you think perhaps you’ve reached your limit of pleasure, that the threshold can’t possibly be topped until he whispers into your ear in that gruff voice.

“What was it Wilson said? Filling all your holes?” The Wolverine asks, his eyes meet yours over your shoulder meaningfully, asking permission as he offers you his thumb. You merely moan your approval and wantonly draw his finger into your mouth, soaking the pad in saliva.  

Logan yanks your head into a vicious kiss. It’s a messy one, filled to the brim with need. The hand not currently locked on your neck holding your face to his, travels down your back, through the valley of your bodies. The pad of his pinky runs appreciatively over the globe of your ass, before his hand dips into the crease.

Logan’s thumb runs teasingly against the tight ring of muscle, it’s a foreign experience which makes you startle slightly.

“Anyone ever fucked you here?” He asks as he bites down your neck, delicately pushing you forward until your head rests on the backseat. You shake your head as your eyes close, his cock is buried balls deep within you as he plays with your asshole.

When his thumb finally breaches your tight hole just past the nail, he begins his thrusts once more. His cock fills your pussy from behind and suddenly you feel so fucking full, Its far too much for you.

“Fuck… Logan.” You gasp almost on the verge of tears as pounds you into the back seat. It seems the ass play has gotten to him more than expected, as his pace has increases.

“Where?” He asks breathless from the exertion as he pulls his thumbs from your ass and takes a handful of the meat on your hips.

“Inside…. Please … Logan.” You practically beg though you’ll never admit it, his rhythm becomes stunted as his hips slam into the back of your thighs.

“Give me something tight to come in, Darlin’.” Moaning at his words you’re eager to obey as you reach your hand between your own legs and rub mercilessly at your clit. The unforgiving pounding, the grunting and the fingers currently bruising your hips and the burning of your now vacant ass send you sailing over the edge.

You clamp down on him like a vice, groaning unable to hold back your whimpers anymore as he finally bites your neck and pumps his seed deep inside you as far as it can go. Logan grunts like a beast as he pulses deep inside of you.

Logan collapses beside you. Dents in the interior of the van you don’t even remember making have appeared from where a stray elbow or knee has hit the metal in the throes of passion.

The Wolverine tucks his cock back in his suit. Ever the gentleman, he uses your black panties to wipe away the cum dripping from your thighs, you haven’t got the heart to tell him that when you’re commando redressed in your suit that you can still feel him dripping from you, your pussy uncomfortably slick against the leather.

After dressing, the two of you sit in contemplative silence. Neither one of you has the emotional complexity to discuss what happened and neither one of you will accept fault for your argument that led to it, so, silence reigns.

The tension is sliced in two as Logan leans forward and pushes an errant lock of hair behind your ear in an act so goddamn endearing, you melt. You still wouldn’t apologise for lying, because you didn’t lie but you can meet him a quarter of the way.

“I’m sorry for calling you geriatric.” You whisper catching his eyes, a small spark of humour leaps into them, you’ve seen more emotions from your hero in the past half an hour than you knew he was capable of.

“I shouldn’t have-“ Logan’s heartfelt apology is cut off by the lead of this goddamn story.

“Well, well, well.  Would you look at this, My best friends, Ha! I get fucking kidnapped, an arm ripped off and you’re nowhere to be found? I thought don’t worry Wade, they won’t leave you, Y/N/N will come around that corner any second."

Wade has appeared through the passenger side window; he looks a little worse for wear and has a child’s arm growing from his stump, its kind of gross to look at.

"What if Colossus had had his way with me? What then Y/N? I expect this from Wolvie, but not from you! No, no heroic rescue for old Deadpool. I have to save myself because you fuckers are too busy playing hide the adamantium bone!  Thanks for nothing guys. Now the car has old man sex stank to it, as if this hunk of shit Honda could get any worse!”

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Fond & besotted Tommy Kinard, you are a vision 😍

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LOU FERRIGNO JR. as TRENT FOX RESISTING ROOTS (2022)

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Then I guess it's just me that makes you nervous.

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A little Tommy for our dashboard😘

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I love you. Tell me in person.