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willyoubemycherryy · 4 months ago

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Older!Logan x reader

Warnings: cursing, flirting, s3xual innuendos but they’re tame I SWEAR, age gap, alcohol mention, one petname, cliffhanger :3

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆42 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖♡´ ◕ ᴗ ◕ ｡ `♡ : @th3mrskory @smutinlove @inthetub @multifandom-random @multifandom-rand0m @fictionalmen-dilflover

part 1 .❄︎.

[2]_car karaoke is just conversation

“Hey driver…”

Logan looks at you through the rear view mirror as your lilting voice reaches his ears. He briefly considers ignoring you for the sake of keeping things professional and because he could already hear the bit of mischief in your tone but decides to humor you, responding with a soft hum.

“I was just making a guess before but I really gotta ask- are you any fun?” When you were told there’d be a change in your team, nothing major just a new driver, he was not what you imagined. You had pictured someone bland and…inconspicuous; the man in front of you was anything but. For starters, he was huge. Standing at least 6’3 with thick dark hair peppered with gray strands and a beard that matched, a strong nose that contrasted such dreamy eyes. Even though he was clearly silverfox/beekeeping age older, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t gorgeous.

You hear a light scoff after a minute, almost forgetting you ever even asked anything while looking at him.

“I wouldn’t bet on it. M’ too old for fun, kid”, he says and your heart jumps at how deep his voice is. There was definitely a backstory to the rasp, a low timbre that’s mixed parts alluring and mixed part warning but his answer piques your interest and you can’t help asking-

“How old are you?”

Logan can’t say 200 b.c and it feels suspicious to pass your question altogether, deciding to settle for how old he’d pass for in normal human years.

Your eyes widen as you pinch your lips in to hide the growing smile. God bless beekeepers. Logan notices your silence and glances at you through the mirror. He doesn’t really care about your reaction (in denial) but he’s curious enough to look yet you’re not looking at him any differently, still grinning in that way that makes him weary but also like he needs to keep an eye on you. Still, there’s a few things he wants to ask about. Not willing to be the only one put on the hot seat.

“How old are you?” Your eyes pop wider and you’re quiet for a second longer than what’s comfortable making him wonder if you’ll answer. It wouldn’t surprise him if you didn’t, a big part of your image is your mystery-

“I turned 22 a couple of weeks ago”, you say lightly and a bit of trepidation creeps into his system because he knew you were young but christ. You laugh again at the poorly concealed shock on his face as you scoot forward, wrapping your arms around the headrest of the seat next to his as you lean your face against it. It’s quiet for a bit but the silence isn’t uncomfortable, even with the slight shift in the atmosphere at how much closer you are to him, Logan doesn’t exactly mind it. Glancing at the gps, there’s still about 30 minutes left until you reach where he’s taking you but traffic might change that.

There’s a light sigh next to his ear and before he can look, your hand is reaching over to flick on the radio and suddenly he’s listening to a song called “indigo” by a woman named Niki while you grin innocently. “So…since you’ll be with us for a while unless you turn out to be a serial killer or stalker-“ Logan smirks in amusement at that, “what’s your name?” You ask, watching confusion flicker across his features before he snaps his head to face you at the red light, your heart quickening as he looks directly at you.

“What? Kid, nobody told you?” It didn’t make sense to him because if he was to be technically working for you then someone should have already passed the basics of who he was- on paper at least- to you but you shake your head.

“No. All I got from my manager was that he’d get someone to hire a new chauffeur so he wouldn’t have to keep driving me to everything.” Huh. So there were some things that Logan wasn’t the only one in the dark on. You clear your throat to remind him that you’re still waiting. He won’t admit but for some reason, it’s charming, the bit of attitude vaguely familiar.

“Well, I don’t know your name either”, he says but you’re not buying it.

“Of course you do-“

“No. Your real name.” You pout as Logan waits. It’s your move and you hesitate. “Besides, it’s not like you need my name for me to do my job.” Your frown deepens at that as the silence persists and Logan decides he’s humored you enough. Not wanting to get close or involve yourself with him anymore than what was strictly necessary but you want to push for just a little bit more. Your playlist is nothing but distractible noise in the background as it plays while you think, leaning back.

“Nobody knows my real name though. So it’s nothing personal,” You whine.

“I know.”

“Then-” Logan cuts you off, “then it’ll be our secret. Well, mostly yours but I’m no snitch, sweetheart.” Your heart leaps at the petname rolling off his tongue in that smooth drawl and you hum softly at that because you already knew he wasn’t the dishonest type just by the way he carried himself.

“But..” you start and Logan finishes, “but what kid?”

Stormy hazel eyes find your form again and he’s not sure what to make of you, not sure if he he needs to find out. It’s too soon to tell but you’re odd, cheeky, curious but you aren’t rude despite your status…charming too.

“But you can’t keep calling me kid, the same way I just can’t keep calling you driver”, you say sounding like the exact definition of petulance.

“Why not?”, Logan sighs back. Unbothered with his eyes one the road as you get closer to your destination.

“Take a wild guess”, and just to get you off his case…

“Because it sounds like a cheap porno?” The way your jaw drops makes him smirk, especially since you’re quiet then. But not for long.

“Yeah but that’s okay since the backseat is big enough…” Logan’s eyes pop open and he inhales sharply, a quick image of you on him in said backseat as he wills himself not to look at you. Hearing you shift in your seat but silent after, lost in thought.

It’s no big deal, it’s just a name…but nobody else knows except your manager. Taking a long look at him, you see the hardness of his features, the “stay away” cloud around him and make your choice.

“It’s…” your voice comes out in an almost hushed whisper and it’s soft, you heart pounding with anxiety until he repeats it. Low and reverent, it makes you warm and you nod your head at him, indicating it was his turn.

“…Logan.”

“Logan what?” He cuts you a look out the corner of his eye. You were pushing it.

“Logan Howlett. No more questions.” You smile, nodding. Logan Howlett. It suited him, both rugged and pretty. You could see yourself screaming it. You know….in case of emergency.

“Alright Eazy-E, no more questions.” Logan shoots you another glare but says nothing. The rest of the ride is mostly just music and your voice when you’d sing along. “You don’t talk much do you?” His answering hum tells you all you need to know.

Logan looks at the screen, you’ll be there in less than 5 minutes and he hums. The drive was more tolerable than he thought it’d be. “Where am I taking you anyway?”

“A close friend of mine’s birthday party. She picked the club so don’t judge me.” You put your hands up in defense of your innocence, the timing for it perfect when he pulls up to the front of a club named ‘The Naked Strip’.

Putting the car in park, Logan gets out and walks over to your side, opening the door as you get out. Using his arm to steady yourself, you squeeze the firm muscle there and think not for the first time that night- fuck was he big. You’re grateful there are no paparazzi yet because you aren’t subtle with the way you hang onto him. Softly biting your lip as you look up at him.

Meanwhile Logan is reeling not only are you standing close enough for him to feel your silhouette, catching whiffs of your sweet smell but also because he’s seeing clearly again. He wasn’t hallucinating it the last time and nothing hurt, unlike it usually did. Hundreds of thousands raced through his mind as to what the fuck was going on with him, mainly how but you call his name before he has the chance to think down the deep end.

“Thank you for driving me, Logan”, the way you seem to purr his name makes his nape warm as tingles settle over him. Lowering his head, he doesn’t just look at you- no- he sees you. Your eyes almost glow, the glitter around them making you look every bit the siren, pink lips shiny under the light pressure of your teeth and the contrast of your pretty little outfit brushing against his suit…

Clearing his throat, Logan reminds himself that he’s not supposed to be enjoying you. This was a job. Nothing more.

“I was just doing my job. No need to thank me but you’re welcome”. You nod, smiling- “But your job is also me if you ever plan on doing that…” Logan raises a stunned eyebrow and you’re giggling before backing up a few steps as you turn to go inside. Already eager for some drinks so you can tell your best friend all about your hot new driver.

“See you in a few! Don’t wait up!”

Logan watches the clear sway of your hips until you disappear inside, getting back in the car, no limp either as he’s remembering devious doe eyes, charming voice, soft wandering hands while wondering just how fucked he is….

He finds out exactly just how much when he picks you up.

Part 3_come over?….

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smutinlove · 1 year ago

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The New Year Kiss │ Carl Grimes

»»————-　CARL GRIMES FANFICTION │ FLUFF　————-««

There were two hours until the new year. And you were incredibly excited. You had gone through so much pain and suffering, and you couldn't wait for a fresh start.

You were at this nice party your friends had invited you to. But as soon as you arrived with your friends, they were whisked away by hot strangers. And so you spent the entire night alone, drinking wine, and scrolling through your phone.

But at least you looked pretty. You were wearing a long, sparkly red dress. You were wearing high heels, and of course, you had to accessorize with a pair of earrings and a necklace.

"Some party," you muttered under your breath. You downed your wine bitterly. "I know, right?" you heard. You gasped.

"Relax, sweetheart. I'd never hurt a pretty little thing like you."

You looked to your side and saw an attractive man wearing a suit and tie. Even if you were wearing heels, he still towered over you handsomely. also had the most luscious hair you'd ever seen. His eyes were the color of the sky, and you felt something take over you as soon as you saw him. "Well, hello, gorgeous. What's your name?" Maybe it was the wine you had.

He grinned. "Carl, yours?"

"Y/N." You replied with a mischievous grin. He poured himself a glass of wine. "So, Y/N, what's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?" Carl asked. The way your name rolled off his tongue did something to you that you didn't even understand.

"My friends left me," you answered. "That's shitty. But don't worry, babe. I'll never leave you." You felt your cheeks turning red. And you so badly wanted to melt into his strong arms, but you also wanted to flirt back. "Well, handsome, that's nice to know." You winked.

He looked deeply into your eyes. "Has anyone told you your eyes are beautiful?" Your face turned redder than it was before. You couldn't utter a single word.

Carl chuckled. "I know, I am that breathtaking, Y/N." You smiled. "You definitely are, Carl."

You and Carl continued talking. And he was such a sweet guy. You two had the same taste in music. You both loved chocolate pudding and drinking Sprite afterwards. And even if you had only just met him, you felt yourself falling for his good looks and charm.

But deep down, you knew Carl didn't feel the same way. I mean, who would fall in love with a person they just met? Apparently, only you.

You watched as people gathered around. There must have been at least a minute until the new year. Which meant there would be at least fifty seconds until they started counting down. Carl wrapped his arm around you. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I haven't known you for a long time. But I can tell when someone isn't okay," he said with an understanding look.

You looked around. Everyone was with someone they loved. Whether they were dating or not, someone was with somebody.

"Ten! Nine!" everyone yelled. It was time. "Eight! Seven! Six!" And you had no choice but to count along.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

"One," you whispered. Fireworks erupted into the sky. It was loud, but beautiful. You smiled.

"Happy New Year." You whispered.

You felt a hand on your back that was slowly crawling down to your waist. "Carl?" It was him. He pulled you close, and you were mere inches apart. "Everyone deserves to have a kiss on the new year. Especially you, Y/N."

The gap between your lips was sealed. And indeed, it was a very happy new year.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!! I HOPE YOUR 2024 IS FILLED WITH JOY, CHEER, AND LAUGHTER!!!!

I hope you all enjoyed and liked this fic! I put my soul into this. Anyway. Crazy how 2023 just ended, right? Well. Let's hope 2024 will be better.

Once again, happy new year!!!

»»————<3———-«« lots of love, smutinlove

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