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feminaferus:

She knew what to expect from Wade;
the unexpected.
Just when she thought he was about to run,
given by his increased tone of voice,
Logan suddenly closed the distance between them before stopping completely.
She watched him in shock for a few
minutes as her cigars disappeared into his pants,
face skewed into something akin to disgust,
but she refused to lose anymore Cubans and unsheathed
her claws to press the tips against his groin.

                        ❝One more ‘n I’ll start cuttin’ things off.❞

“You know…”
   He started nervously. How
   could he not be nervous?
   There were very sharp claws
   pressed entirely too close to
   his man bits. Parts of him that
   he quit enjoyed having where
   they belonged rather than in pieces
“where I come from this
 could be considered forplay, Woflie.”

      The last one dropped into the back
      of his underwear and they were far
      from being comfortable back there.

“You sure you want ‘em back?
 They’re in my underwear. And I
 had a lot of Mexican today. I can’t
 promise I wiped very well.”

hellskitchendevil:

 _{”I, uh?”
       [Face-palms]
“I think i should be the one saying that? Smell like your own location of taco-bell.”}

He very casually takes the mask off before throwing it towards Matt’s face.
“Yeah well, smell that. Where’s my dog whistle…”