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“i can’t seem to understand you” with bucket bucky - hello i love you!!!
um hello i love you mORE
am i going back to my roots?? yes. i never left. here's an avengers 2012 style fic with my new forced family morons.
word count: 1.6k
warnings: mild thunderbolts spoilers, swearing, breaking and entering, mr avoidant over here
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"First he leads us into the ass-kicking of our lives, now he's got us breaking into a random flat," Ava snipes, trailing behind the group. "What's the plan now, Bucky?"
"It is not his fault we got our asses kicked," Yelena squints as she looks up the brick wall.
"I don't need you defending me," he grumbles, jumping to catch hold of the fire escape.
"I'm not defending you," she says. "I'm calling all of us useless."
"We will break into tiny, New York apartment, and recover before we fight again," Alexei says. "Take nap, small lunch, then crush our enemies."
Bucky drags the fire escape ladder down to the ground, before wiping off his hands.
"No lunch," Bucky replies. "We're not staying that long. We just need a place to come up with a plan."
"Oh, we're taking the ladder? I figured you had another U-Haul around here to crash," John looks at the rackety old thing. "Can this thing even hold all of us?"
Bucky rolls his eyes, beginning the ascent. "Climb. Or don't. I don't care."
"Move." Ava shoves past him, following behind Bucky.
They crept up the side of the building, quiet enough for trained fugitives, loud enough to be annoying.
By the time they reached the third floor, Bucky was already prying open a window with enough force to snap the lock.
The window behind them hasn’t even clicked shut when a voice cuts through the room like a blade.
"You've got to be joking," your voice snapped from the doorway, sharp enough to stop all movement.
They all freeze.
You’re standing in the hallway, barefoot, holding a bat high up.
Yelena raises a tentative hand. “Uh-- hello?”
“Don’t.”
She puts her hand back down.
"What the hell Bucky?" you grit. "What the fuck are you doing here? And who are these people?"
"You guys know each other?"
"Hi," Bucky grunts, ignoring Walker and also the redness creeping up his neck. "These are--"
"The Thunderbolts."
"No." He glares. "They're helping me take down Val."
"Val? Congress Val? We're against her now?" you ask exasperatedly. "Last time we talked, you just got elected. Are you still in Congress?"
"You're in Congress?" Ava pipes up. "Didn't you kill JFK?"
"Not the point," Bucky groans.
"And they still elected you?"
"I'm not in Congress anymore."
"Oh goodie. Since when?" you ask.
"This morning." He rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't get time to call."
"Sure. You had time to break into my apartment, though."
"About that--" He glances back at the group who were standing around, clearly enjoying the beat-down he was facing. "We just need a place while we regrouped."
"To be clear, he did not tell us that he knew you. We thought we were going somewhere random," Walker juts in again.
"Oh, he's here too. Hello Craptain America. Which sewer did you crawl out of to be here?"
"I didn't even do anything," he mumbles stepping back.
"You've done enough."
"We'll leave if you just say the word," Bucky cuts in. "Swear. But we just need a few hours, and we'll be out of your life."
You stare at him for a few seconds. "Is someone gonna come break down my door looking for you?"
"No," he says.
“A door would not stop him anyway,” Alexei added, sounding entirely too cheerful. “But we will protect you. Not well. But we will try.”
You glance between all of them for a few seconds.
"Fine," you say at last. "If anyone comes looking for you guys, you're replacing anything they break."
Bucky lets out an exhale, as they all walk past him to sink down into various seats.
You turned without saying anything and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.
A minute passes.
Then footsteps.
He sees you leaning against the dresser, arms folded, phone still in hand.
Bucky stands in the doorway for a second, hesitant.
You look at him. “You gonna say something, or are you just here to breathe loud and feel sorry for yourself?”
He blinks. “Hi?”
“Try again.”
He sighs. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this.”
"No way, really?" you drawl. "But this is everything I've ever dreamed of."
"I don't get it. I can't seem to understand you." You shake your head. "You bring me flowers, disappear for three months, we kiss, you raincheck every dinner I cook for you and now you show up here with four assassins."
"You're mad," he says, observant as ever.
You stare at him. Bucky dutifully matches your gaze, forcing himself not to fidget.
"Bucky, why are you here?" you ask, voice deflated.
"I told you."
"You wanted a place to lay low. Is that all?"
He doesn't say anything. You search his face for anything, any sign.
He shifts on his feet. “I just needed somewhere safe.”
“And I’m what? A checkpoint?”
“No,” he says, too quickly, before adding in something more quieter, “You’re the first place I thought of.”
You sigh, folding your arms. “Are you in or are you out, Barnes?
His mouth is pressed into a thin line, arms crossed over his chest.
"Because if you are, and this is how it's going to be, I'm not interested. You're cute. I like you. But this isn't enough for me."
"'M sorry," He looks at you, softer now. "Things haven't been good. Didn't want to get you caught up in it."
"Yet here I am."
"I'm sorry about that too," he adds. "
You look at him for a long moment. At the cut above his brow. The dust on his jacket. The way his hands are clenched..
"You kept the bat." The corner of his lips quirk up into a smile.
“You should be grateful I didn’t swing it.”
“It’s got good balance,” he admitted.
He looks different up close. Same face, same eyes but worn thinner. Like he hadn’t slept properly in days. Maybe weeks.
You sigh. "Should I order pizza?"
"Yes," they all chorus from the living room. It catches you by surprise.
"Stop listening in," he barks.
"The walls are like, paper thin, man," Yelena says. "You should have thought of that before you brought us to your situationship's house."
“What the hell is a situationship?” he muttered, directing it toward you now. “Actually scratch that. I don’t care. Whatever it is, that’s not what we are.”
You raised an eyebrow, arms still folded. “No?”
"But there is a 'we', yes?" Alexei calls.
You look at Bucky. He looks back sheepishly, somewhat even helpless.
"Nope," you reply, moving past him to go to the band of morons out there. "There is no 'we'."
"I mean--" he mumbles.
"Classic lover's quarrel," he hears Alexei continues, like he's explaining this to someone. "Melina and I had them many times."
You roll your eyes. "How long do you have? Pizza's gonna take a while."
“You don’t have to feed us.”
"If you're gonna fight against this guy--"
"Bob," someone calls.
"Bob. If you're going to fight against Bob, you're gonna need more than a granola bar. When’s the last time any of you had a vegetable?"
You're met with a series of shrugs.
"Grown adults," you exhale, shaking your head before walking back into the bedroom to find your phone.
You thumb through the menu.
Something soft brushes against your hand. You swallow the thickness in your throat, refusing to tear your gaze away from the phone.
“Hey,” he says, and it’s almost too soft. “I’m sorry.”
You don’t move.
“I mean it. I’ll make it up to you.”
You glance at him.
"Look, I'm not trying to guilt you into--"
"It's not that. I've been meaning to." He swallows.
"Bucky--"
“I missed you,” he said, not quite looking at you. “I wish I could say I’ll get everything right from now on. I just… I’m trying. I swear I’m trying.”
You swallow. Slowly.
“And it didn’t feel good. Not talking to you. Everything was happening, and the nightmares were back, and I kept thinking 'I should tell you this.' But then I didn’t. And it got worse.”
“You don’t get to drop that on me if you're gonna fuck off again.”
“I won’t.”
You stared at him for a long moment.
Then you tilt your head. “You know you owe me, like, three dinners.”
He gives you a small smile. "I'll buy you dinner for the rest of your life."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Congressman."
His eyes drifted toward the bat, still propped against the wall.
“You really were ready to clock me, huh?”
“I was aiming for Walker, but yeah. You were next.”
He smiles, and it's probably the most beautiful thing in the world.
"Are these your friends now?" you ask finally.
"They're not even my co-workers."
"Didn’t think you had co-workers anymore. As of, you know. This morning."
“Yeah, well,” he shrugs, “new job. No salary. No benefits at all, really.”
"You're gonna buy me dinner like this?"
"I'll figure it out."
You snort despite yourself. “You're gonna get someone killed.”
He shrugs again. “Probably me.”
He reaches out. Just lightly. Two fingers brushing against your pinky where your hand hangs.
Without thinking, he shifts just slightly closer. Not enough to close the space, but... there. He's back up in your space, and he fills it like he never left at all.
“I think about you,” he says, voice quiet like it's the one thing he wants to keep only for you both, "All the time."
"Sap," you say, but it feels airy. "Your 100 year old charm won't work on me. This doesn't fix anything."
"I know."
His fingers twitch like he’s about to pull away.
You catch them before he does.
“You disappear again like that,” you say, “I swing the bat next time.”
He smiles, head tilted. “Sure thing.”
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rushed anal w nat 🥴
Warnings: semi-public sex, anal, strap-on, light choking, smut (18+)
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Hand in hand, you follow as Natasha leads the way to the bathroom. She pushes through the sweaty bodies and dodges potential spills from the reds cups dancing along others. Your eyes land on her swaying hips, taking in the outfit you pick out for her. Dark black jeans, strapless top — in which took some convincing which resulted in a sore jaw — and the leather jacket Natasha insisted she’d wear so she could offer it to you the second you stepped outside and complained it’s too cold.
The music is blasting, almost echoing down the halls. Colorful lights fill the room, reflecting off the disco balls hanging from the ceiling while the music vibrates off the walls. After walking down the mile long hallway, Natasha pulls you into an empty bathroom. The bathroom is big enough to pass as a bedroom, but you stopped questioning Tony’s money spending habits.
Nothing to worry about, at least not when Natasha’s lips find yours.
The kiss is messy and wet. Her tongue pushes past your lips and finds its way in your mouth. Her surprisingly warm hands find your neck, fingers dig into the back of your neck as her thumb strokes your cheek. Pulling away she spins youso you’re facing the mirror. Your hands hold your weight as she pushes her body against your backside. Her arms trap you between the counter and her body. That’s when you feel it.
This wasn’t going to be your average bathroom fuck.
Natasha wanted to play.
“Here?”
“What better way to end the year, baby?”
Her words light a fire in you and who are you to complain? Natasha’s hand finds its home between your thighs, pulling aside your red lace panties and slipping through your already soaked folds. She is quick to bury two fingers inside you and even quicker to curl them. You swear your knees are going to give out.
“Natty, I have-” You cut yourself off with a whiney moan.
“What is it baby?” She smirks, cooled and composed.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Natasha hums in your ear and smiles when you push yourself against her hips. At this point it’s just muscle memory. Your hands find the end of your dress, they don’t have to stretch given this black mini short had to be the shortest dress you’ve wore all year. You hike up the dress over your hips, giving Natasha view of the red lace she currently felt rubbing against the back of her hand with each thrust.
“You’re so beautiful. I could just worship you.”
“That’s not the surprise, silly.”
Natasha raise her eyebrows, even more so when you pull her hand out from your panties. Making eye contact through the mirror, you bring her dripping fingers to your lips and suck. Your eyes almost flutter close when you hear Natasha groan behind you.
“Take them off and have a look.”
Confused, but determined Natasha does exactly what you say, only after you’ve spread your legs open and bent over the sink counter. Natasha’s fingers hook onto your thong and tug them down. Just as you expected you hear a breathy curse in her native tongue. Her hands grab a handful of your ass as she groans. A red jewel sitting above your glistening pussy is staring back at her green eyes.
“Fuck me, Natty.” Working your muscles to push the thick plug out as much as you can before your muscles give out and it slips back in its place inside you. “In my ass.”
The plug was a gag joke Wanda had gifted you. Its size of it made you clench when you first unwrapped it, but you knew you had to work up to its size and that’s exactly what you did and how you found yourself begging to be fucked in the ass on new year’s eve, 10 mins til midnight.
“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you.”
She works quickly but carefully, turning your head so your lips could meet. It’s an awkward angle with a slight strain in your neck but it’s worth it. One hand between your legs rubbing your clit as the other works on pulling the plug til your muscles stretch on its widest part then pushing it back in.
How you’re still standing should be someone’s PhD thesis.
It’s all a blur, one second your letting out moans as she curls her fingers inside you once more and the other you feel her pushing in the tip of strap she had been hiding from you all night.
“Relax baby. Almost there.”
Groaning when her hips are finally pressed against yours. The stretch is delicious and has you seeing stars. You had been craving this.
The redhead whispers sweet things in your ear, but they hardly stick. Your brain is working overtime just try not to come while you try your best to welcome the stretch of your ass. Her fingers never leave your clit and it makes it hard to stay quiet. Almost like you’re playing a game on whether you can be louder the music playing outside.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“I needd to usee the bathroom, pleasuh.” A slurred voiced says behind the bathroom door.
You gasp loudly, but Natasha’s hand covers your mouth.
“Come baby you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
Her thrusts become quicker as the pressure in your lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore. Your hands are pressed against the mirror and that’s when you see her.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
Another knock.
“My dream girl.”
Her pushes you to your limit and before you know it there’s a loud countdown.
“Five!”
Her fingers find themselves curled inside you once more. The feeling of both your holes being filled has you weak.
“Four!”
Another finger added and her hips speed up.
“Three.”
The hand covering your mouth travels south and wraps around your throat.
“Two!”
A small squeeze with a whisper of ‘I love you’.
“One!”
You come as your legs shake and fingers drag against the once spotless mirror. You feel yourself leak onto the fingers still curling inside you. Whining when your ass feels a bit sore when Natasha pulls out.
“Happy new year, baby.”
You barely process anything. Natasha however is quick to recover as she washes her hands, pulls your dress down and stuffs your panties in her back pocket. Her hands wrap around your waist and tug you upright. You hum in response as you let her walk you out of the bathroom. Your ears are met with even louder music and happy cheers from everyone. There’s confetti in the air and fireworks in the sky.
“Happy new year, Natty.”
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This was supposed to be short, and posted before new years, but it came out a little longer than expected. Happy New Year! Don’t forget to reblog and comment, let me know what you think!
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omg yes!!! lowkey i love that everything is big cause im so blind. large text lovers rise (i have to squint to read the small font tumblr added a while back)
yes please im so sad im missing out on certainly wonderful fics but they're written like this and the eyestrain is devastating—proper migraine inducing 😆
thank god most writers have ao3 where the font is big and fat and doesn't kill my eyesight 😌
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stood up and applauded, this is everything to me. wow. just wow!
okay real talk—that kind of reaction? genuinely the coolest thing you could’ve said. like not even trying to be dramatic but that’s the kind of message that makes the 2am writing spirals worth it. the fact that it landed so hard for you?? that means more than i can explain. thank you for letting me know it hit—seriously!!!
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@void-my-warranty ‘s reblog introduced me to your account. i’m in awe. that tattoo fic was just:

The power of a reblog strikes again 😭 Void’s an angel. I’m thrilled you enjoyed it. Thank you for letting me know 🩶
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omg im so obsessed with this!!!!!! 🧑🍳💋chef kiss (only you’re the chef and im the kiss)
thank you lovely lover!! this is so cute, haha - I loved writing that and it was so great to dive back into logan’s head for a minute! 💖 writing him as head-over-heels and bossy and gone for reader has to be my fave thing!


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i bite you
Us ?

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I love you. Smiling so hard at your reblog. Gonna get back to writing just because of you.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABE ☹️ YOU ARE TOO SWEET! YOURE RHE REASON IM GETTING BACK INTO WRITING! IM REREADING YOUR FICS HAHAHAHAH
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the tags 🥹 i love youuuu thank you. thank you for reading
aww of course!! 🫶 thank you for writing it and for unknowingly making one of my emily fantasies come true lol, i can’t wait to read more of your work! 🩵
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him eating it so hard and shoving his face into your pussy… to the point where he just manhandles you to sit on his face (reverse cowgirl style) this is a hill i’ll die on.
i raise you him eating it from the back so hard he ends up pushing you up the bed, forcing you to hold onto the headboard. him absolutely pussy drunk that he forgets that breathing is necessary and you have to shove him away to take a breath. him eating it so messy that it's leaked down his chest, smeared into his beard, and fuck if he won't be licking it clean later.
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james ‘logan’ howlett
masterlist • xmen • 04/01/25
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one I two

𑣲 future boyfriend I @wlwloverwrites
Logan, a man supposedly from the future, claims he is your boyfriend, so you ask him to prove it.
𑣲 just one kiss I @retrosabers
marie is determined to get logan to kiss you under the mistletoe
𑣲 for always and ever is always for you I @flowersforbucky
logan is getting sicker by the day, and charles' seizures are occurring more and more frequently. logan didn't think he'd ever see you again - but desperate times call for desperate measures.
𑣲 by the end of the night I @/flowersforbucky
reader is a mutant with emotional regulation and healing powers, who frequently helps logan through nightmares - without him even knowing. what happens one night when he wakes to find you in his room?
𑣲 where the lines overlap I @/flowersforbucky
no one gets under your skin quite as much as logan howlett - and he knows it, too.
𑣲 either way, i’m going your way I @/flowersforbucky
logan doesn't remember the last time he celebrated valentine's day, and he doesn't have any reason to believe that this year will be any different. then he runs into you, wade's neighbor, who happens to love the holiday despite not having anyone to celebrate it with.
𑣲 my beatin’ heart belongs to you I @logaenhowlett
Logan believed he was sentenced to a life of solitude until he found you - an unexpected dawn promising the sunrise of a love he always deemed impossible. But then again, destiny never was merciful to fools like him.
𑣲 come back baby please I @/logaenhowlett
When it comes to you, Logan would do anything - even break his own heart.
𑣲 birds of a feather I @rosenclaws
Logan loves you even if he can't say it but he knows that given his old age he's been lacking in the intimacy area. When a strange portal opens up and another Logan tumbles out of it, things get a little messy. (Or Worst Logan cucks Old Man Logan)
𑣲 you’re the one that i want I @eupheme
𑣲 crossfire I @yxtkiwiyxt
You, a member of Team X, find yourself growing disillusioned with the team's ruthless methods and long for a life of peace and simplicity. You’ve fallen for Logan but fear asking him to leave with you, believing he would choose to stay with his brother.
𑣲 hands I @lostinlovingrevery
Talking to Logan is different for you

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cold hands in warm hands + hand kisses with my beloved bucky
Warnings: swearing, snow??
A/N: I see that you all like those grumpy x grumpy assholes. well here have some more of them
All it takes is one bad decision, and now the two of you are stuck in what has to be a walk-in freezer. Or maybe Siberia. Either way, it’s cold enough to regret every choice you’ve made today.
"You're not getting my jacket."
"Don't need it."
"Glasses are mine too."
"Don't need that either "
"Not givi--"
"I don't need your stuff," Bucky interrupts, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm fine."
You’re too cold to argue, so instead, you stomp off to the corner of the freezer to rummage through empty boxes, hoping to find something remotely helpful. Nothing. Just the sound of Bucky’s boots crunching in the snow behind you, breathing down your neck like some clingy demon.
"You’re really looking for gloves?" he deadpans.
"Some of us don’t come with central heating."
He leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he’s impervious to the cold. Like this whole thing is a minor inconvenience and not, you know, a potential frostbite situation.
You don't respond, pulling out tins and empty boxes but nothing that can help warm your freezing fingers.
"Give me your hands," he mumbles.
"Get your own."
"You're gonna get frostbite."
"Promise?"
His eye twitches.
Half an hour later, you've turned away from him to hide the fact that you're blowing into your hands for any semblance of warmth.
"Just give me your hands," he sighs, clearly at the end of his patience.
"I’m fine," you grit out.
"You’re an idiot," he says instantly.
You send him the middle finger.
"Gonna be hard to flip me off once your fingers snap off."
You glare at him as he thrusts his flesh hand toward you, clearly daring you to refuse.
Reluctantly, you slap your hands into his, grumbling under your breath the whole time.
"Christ, your hands are fuckin' ice."
"Who's asking you to hold onto them," you snap, trying to tug them away.
"Quit movin'," he mumbles, tightening his grip. "I just said they were cold, nothing else."
Bucky's a space heater in human form. His hand radiates heat, almost immediately warming your fingers. You hate how good it feels. The additional heat the annoyance he provides you with also helps.
"Where'd the metal one go?"
"It's metal," he replies, tone flat. "What d'you think happens to metal in the cold?"
You narrow your eyes at him. "Pipe down, Mr Science. You're so fuckin' bitchy."
"Shut up," he groans, "Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking for."
Still, he stays where he is. The warmth from his hand is enough to have you regain feeling in your fingers, the sting of thawing making you wince.
"Give it," you demand after a moment.
"What."
You pry one hand loose of his, holding it out expectantly, sending an eyebrow at his metal hand that hung loose over his knee.
"What, one's not enough for you?" he evades.
"It's only fair," you argue.
"Fair? You think this is a democracy?"
"It's called paying it forward, asshole," you retort. "I'm not gonna let your one hand stay cold."
"No."
"It's so funny that you say that, because I don't remember asking."
"You’re cold enough as it is. It’d freeze your hands solid in seconds."
"Good to know you’re selectively useful," you mutter, but your voice is quieter now.
The two of you stare at each other, deadlocked, frost gathering in the air between you.
You pull your hands back.
"Christ alive, what are you? Six?"
"Either both hands are getting warm or neither are," you declare. "Cry about it. You've got both hands free to wipe your tears."
He sighs irritatedly.
You both sit in the cold, arms crossed over your chests.
"Give me your hands," he says, voice low.
"You first."
Finally, with a muttered curse, Bucky thrusts his metal hand at you. "Happy now?"
You clasp both his hands, and the two of you sit in sulky silence as the warmth slowly spreads.
You glance at him after a moment. "We look like we’re auditioning for Les Misérables."
He huffs a laugh, his breath freezing in the air.
Bucky lifts the arm holding his metal hand, and presses a kiss to your open palm, lingering for a second, before letting it down again.
"You argue too damn much," he mumbles.
The tips of your ears feel warm, and you don't think it's from the cold.
You roll your eyes, "You're the one who threw a hissy fit."
Either way, you shuffle closer to him as you wait for someone to come pick you both up.
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Logan Howlett Masterlist
DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS ON ANY OTHER PLATFORMS. DO NOT TRANSLATE MY WORK. NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO DO SO No minors are allowed on my blog(s)
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* means smut (18+)
LOGAN HOWLETT X READER ONESHOTS
Future Boyfriend*
↳ Logan, a man supposedly from the future, claims he is your boyfriend, so you ask him to prove it.
Quiet Drive*
↳ Logan likes quiet drives, but there’s only one way that can happen with you sitting in the passenger seat.
Trapped Lies*
↳ Logan has a very hard time hearing the words, “I love you.”
Discrete Packaging*
↳ Ready to try something new, you order some helpful toys and play with Logan.
Winner’s Choice*
↳ A cage fighter, no matter how brutal, deserves to pick his winning prize.
Know Better* COMING SOON
↳ You give Logan a nickname he’ll never forget.
BLURBS
Pillow Princess*
Fifteen Minutes*
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AHHHH I LOVE YOU. IM SLOWLY WORKING THROUGH YOUR MASTERLIST AND ITS SO WONDERFUL. ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFICATIONS AS A MUTUAL. kissing you in the lips MUAHHHH💋
You're too sweet!!!
Kissing you back 🫶🏼
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wip wednesday ✶⋆.˚
thanks for the tag @wlwloverwrites! here's a little something i've been working on. be warned, this snippet is 18+!
Logan stifled a laugh against your neck. "Not a total lie," he murmured, nipping at your jaw.
You shoved at his chest. "Stop it," you mouthed.
Scott hesitated. "You sure?"
Logan's hips rolled, and you barely bit back a moan. "Positive," you choked out. "Just… tired. Can we talk later?"
A pause. Then: "Alright. Just checkin'." His footsteps retreated down the hall.
Logan didn’t wait. The second Scott’s footsteps faded down the hall, he was back on you—mouth hot, breath rough, hands greedy.
"You shoulda heard yourself," he murmured, lips dragging along your jaw. "Tryin’ to sound all innocent when I got you stuffed full like this."
Your nails dug into his back again, legs still locked tight around his waist. "And whose fault is that?"
His smirk was downright filthy. "Mine. And I ain't even a little sorry."
He moved again—slow, deep thrusts that had you gasping against his shoulder. You bit down on his skin, just to keep quiet, and he groaned low in his chest.
"Fuck, doll, do that again."
You did, dragging your teeth over his collarbone, then licking over the mark like an apology. His pace stuttered for half a second before he pressed you deeper into the mattress, forearm braced next to your head.
"You wanna play dirty, huh?" His voice was a growl now, rough as gravel. "You're gonna be real sorry 'bout that."
i'm not gonna tag anyone just because it's 10 pm where i'm at, so anyone can join in!
#may or may not be a logan x scott's younger sister fic...#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x reader#logan howlett#logan howlett fanfiction#logan howlett fic#logan howlett smut
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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE FIC RECS (PART II)
a rec collection of my fave logan and/or wade x reader fics - please give these writers some love! ❤️💛
(these recs are in addition to this post - I intended to combine them but I hit my link limit on the first!)
LOGAN HOWLETT X READER
— a mouse christmas by @guiltyasdave
Before Christmas, you and Logan have an unexpected house guest.
— cardinal by @danidrabbles
At the edge of the world, someone from another keeps you from stepping off.
— come on into my bed with me (i know you want to) by @sceletaflores
you can't sleep, logan left his door open…
— dirty little secret by @silverskyeline
logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself.
— don't mind me by @/moonlight-prose
you refused to admit that you were smitten with the man who melted your otherwise intelligent mind. you were however…horrible with subtlety. luckily the same could be said for him.
— guard dog by @/elflutters
Nobody would believe how his masculine bravado fell as he let you take control. They didn’t notice how you could dismiss him with a nod of your head, how he would immediately back down from a fight if you told him to drop it. Like a dog with a bone. That’s the thing about Logan. He is protective like a guard dog is protective. And he is submissive like a guard dog is submissive. Oh, you so enjoy training him.
— i could play the doctor (i could cure your disease) by @sceletaflores
it’s been another six months, and logan needs your help…
— in every lifetime by @pedroscurls
you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds?
— kinktober 2024 by @avocado-writing
— kinktober 2024 by @robo-writing
Logan’s got hundreds of years of experience under his belt, and somehow you manage to match him blow for blow.
— manhandle by @embbarnes
Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.
— nameless as a river undiscovered underground by @/moonlight-prose
his leather jacket remained a tie between your love and his. the weight of it, the smell of your intertwined scents, all revolved around a relationship he never thought would happen.
— of flesh and bone by @cavillscurls
logan just can’t bring himself to kill a pretty thing like you—even when he’s starving.
— slippin' and slidin' all over you! by @/sceletaflores
logan forgot to fix the ac…
— the animal in the cage by @/silverskyeline
you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right?
— trapped lies by @wlwloverwrites
Logan has a very hard time hearing the words “I love you.”
OLD MAN LOGAN X READER
— come undone by @nymphoniah
— dust to dust by @/moonlight-prose
when the days are long and he's grown weary of everything, he knows he can find his peace in your body. that is until he brings a whole new understanding to the belt buckle that sits proudly on his waist.
— makeup sex with old man logan by @rqnarok
— my girl by @moonlitbirdie
Logan comes home after a scuffle and you clean him up. He finds a way to thank you.
— my man by @/silverskyeline
he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on.
— runaway bride by @pedroscurls
on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal.
— smoke and ash by @/moonlight-prose
cigar smoke trailed after him with every step, his mouth always desperate for something to wet, something to bite down on. and you with the match between your teeth indulged him every which way.
— twin flames by @/elflutter
Logan wasn’t shy about his thing for pain. He should have known you would like it too. When pain is your only companion, when it can’t even give you the mercy of death, you learn to master it. To love it.
— when things turn green again by @lubdubology
Hoping to mend the pain of your broken heart and bury the memory of your failed marriage, you turn towards the woods. A cabin was left in your name and it’s the exact distraction you were looking for. What you didn’t anticipate is meeting a quiet, ruggedly handsome man along the way who helps you heal.
LOGAN HOWLETT X WADE WILSON
— number one fan by @/silverskyeline
rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong?
LOGAN HOWLETT X READER X WADE WILSON
— angel of the morning by @/moonlight-prose
wade has a proposition to offer: he will sit quietly (a complete lie) as logan shows him how fucking you properly is done. only it's not up to logan...it's up to you. his sweet angel of the morning.
— she's your daddy by @/elflutters
— woo, my baby's got me all mixed up! by @/sceletaflores
wade gets to whiskin’ (and logan’s there too)…

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕
#accidently hit queue instead of schedule sorry!! 😞#logan howlett x reader#wade wilson x reader#please support these creators!#fic recs#jess reads#2024 fave fics
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