LOST AND FOUND - THE SALESMAN

fulfilling fate

higuruma x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader

cw - angst, character death, mild gore, breakups, complex emotions, lack of context, not proofread, higuruma and nanami are somewhat OOC

tags - higuruma x reader , nanami x reader, nanami angst, higuruma angst, reader death, jjk angst, jjk x reader

an: my first fic on this site. wrote this because i feel shitty (about recent manga chapters, anime eps, and life in general) and trying to sleep. expect some sloppy writing

"Hiromi…"

Higuruma held the body closer, almost embracing it, smearing blood all over himself. She felt ominously cold to his touch, her graying complexion a stark contrast to the tanned skin tone of his.

He pressed his hand harder into the side of her neck, desperate to find more than her weakening pulse.

"Hang in there, okay? We're getting out of here. Ijichi's coming to-"

"Sorry…" she drawled, almost a whisper.

"No, no. Nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault. Look at me, please," he held her even tighter, as if trying to give her a portion of his life force. Fear and desperation gripped him as he felt her weight growing heavier by the second.

"Listen to me, you need to make it out of this alive. You need to fight, please."

A single, blood-stained tear rolled out her glassy eyes. Her labored breathing had quietened into soft, shallow huffs. Higuruma choked on a sob, feeling the heat rush to his head as his eyes welled with tears.

"There's someone here," he muttered, gaze fixed upon her dimming eyes. 

"You've always wanted to see him again," he continued, hand instinctively wiping the blood off her cheek and the corner of her lip.

An ominous silence filled the air.

Higuruma shuddered, mouth dry as he forced out his next words. "Nanami… Nanami Kento's here."

"Higuruma-"

"Kento's here. Please say something. Please," he pleaded to the dark, empty eyes staring blankly into the space above him.

"Y/N? Don't do this to me," the last syllable came out a whine at the crack of his voice. Desperation painted across his face as he shook the limp body in his arms. "Answer me. Say something! Nanami, talk to her. Talk to her and she'll answer you-"

"No. Stop it."

An anguished sob ripped through the chilly silence. Higuruma's grasp on the corpse unrelenting as he cradled it, facing the music, allowing himself to grief the person he only had the chance to love for a short while.

Before him stood the man who loved her much longer than Higuruma ever did. 

If only he didn't leave.

Nanami stood frozen in place. The man who was usually in action, always knew what to do in a crisis, suddenly reduced to a mere spectator of the grotesque scene, wherein the love of his life lay dying in the arms of another man.

His mind replaying scenes from the past few months. Scenes of her growing frustrated during that one discussion that went sour. Her defeated cries as she pleaded with him to stay. Her angry screamings as he walked out the door.

He remembered how it felt then. How he forced himself to not think about the good times with her. How he tried to reason with himself that it was for her own good.

For her happiness. So much for happiness.

Nanami watched as the younger guys, Ino and Yuuji rushed to console the devastated Higuruma. He could barely hear Haibara's voice next to him, asking if he's okay. 

He let the guilt eat away at him.

If only he didn't leave. 

If only he'd stayed, she wouldn't have to face this thing alone. He'll be by her side, keeping her safe like he'd always wanted. If only he'd stayed, he wouldn't have roped in such a good man like Higuruma into this undeserving situation.

If only he'd stayed, and fulfilled the grim fate that was meant for him.

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In the Lab…

Fic type-> NSFW + Drabble

Tags-> Sub Jayce, bottom jayce, degrading kink, kinda exhibitionism? both parties get off on getting caught, gn reader but they have smth to fuck him with whatever that might be lol, choking

Word count-> 705, about two pages of a book

AN-> I’m alive it’s a miracle! Anyways there’s not enough sub or bottom jayce fics just saying 🤷‍♀️. And as always, requests open!

AO3 | Masterlist

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It was Jayce’s idea. Not yours.

Honestly, blowing his back out in the lab wasn’t really what you had in mind when you said you wanted to try something new. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before- just this time it was in his lab, over his workbench, scarily close to the door. It didn’t help that Jayce didn’t know how to shut up during sex.

“Yes, yes- fuck!”

You apply more pressure against his wrists held behind his back, pressing him further into metal workbench- a silent warning.

“Jayce.” A hushed tone compared to his strained cries.

“‘m sorry, jus’ too good…”

You tug his trousers further down his ass since his loose belt buckle was clinking against the bench with every thrust.

You glance towards the door.

“Gah- god-“

You watch as his face distorts into one of pleasure as you’d just adjusted the angle of your movements.

“If you don’t know how to shut up-“

“Make me.”

His comment surprised you, he didn’t sound bratty when he said it. And no, he’s too good to disobey you. He sounded desperate for it. Like he needed you to keep him under control, even if he was perfectly capable of keeping quiet himself.

So you lean in, and let your breath caress his tanned shoulder blades.

“Oh, is that what this is all about then huh? Riling me up, teasing me?”

He hesitates before he answers,

“…no, please that’s… it’s not-“

You hook your hand over his mouth, only muffling his moans to your disappointment. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot down to his dick, smearing more pre against the underside of the workbench.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Getting me to slut you out in the lab in hopes of, what- getting caught?”

He could only moan into your hand as you pull him up so his head rests on your shoulder, his hair splaying out across it.

“You’re such a whore, who are you imagining walking through that door right now huh?”

You turn your head towards his ear letting your breath hit it, eyes flitting up briefly. You only grin.

“Is it Mel? Or perhaps Viktor?”

You let go of his mouth and instead opting for his neck to hold onto for leverage.

“Both-“

“Both? And what would they do if they saw you like this? Man Of Progress against his own workbench, taking dick like a bitch huh?”

Jayce can’t help but groan at the idea, someone so close to him walking in on such a scene.

“Come on, what would they do…”

You grip his hip harshly to re-adjust your position slightly, his mouth drops open and his now free hands flailing to try to bring you ever closer to him. You know you hit the spot with each thrust too when he stammers before he replies.

“I-I don’t know-“

“I think they’d like it, someone finally having the guts to fuck all that arrogance out of you.”

As you talk you sneak in kisses along his jawline and neck, even leaving one dark mark along the side of his neck.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, imagining Mel’s and Viktor’s sneering faces. Perhaps they’d be muttering between each other as they stare at him like he’s a common whore.

“Just- fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“You gonna cum ‘round my cock and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, please let me cum- I’ll be-“

“Good? You gonna be good if I let you cum?”

“Mmhmmm…”

“Well… go on, be a good boy and cum for me.”

Like the flick of a switch he arches his back into you and cums across the underside of his workbench, your final few thrusts making it smear all along his dick afterwards.

You feel him go fairly pliant against you as his heavy breathing gets gradually slower, his eyelids slip closed.

You simply smile as you hold his jaw and tilt it away from you. He lets it loll to the side like you want as he pries his eyes open.

Of course mel and viktor are standing in the doorway, and of course they both look rather flustered.

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So I decided to write out this ask I sent as a test subject

Logan Howlett X male reader

⚠️somnophilia, bottom Logan, male reader, marking and toys, smut⚠️

🚨Minors or girls do not interact 🚨

This is my first fic so bear with me

I cannot find the gif of Logan waking up for the life of me

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It's midnight. Y/n has just gotten home from work. He's pent up after a long frustrating day at work. One of his colleagues has been walking on a thin line of Y/N's nerves.

Y/n unlocks the front door of his and Logan's house. He's greeted with silence. Logan must be asleep. Y/n sighs. He needs release. He needs it bad. He kicks off his shoes, drops his bag, and heads towards the kitchen.

He pours himself a glass of whiskey and stares at the pictures of him and Logan they have on their walls. Y/N's mind started wandering.

"You've been coming home late." Logan grunts tiredly as he lazily bounces around Y/N's cock. Y/n chuckles as he rests his hands behind his head. "I can't do much about that pup." He said as he watched the older man bounce with all his might. "I can't keep up with you like this..." Logan huffs. His poor legs are already shaking even though they just got started. Y/n caresses Logan's thighs.* "You're doing so well." *Logan whines at the praise.*

"You can use me in my sleep." *Logan whimpered out as he collapsed on top of y/n after his legs gave out.* "When... When you come back from work... And I'm asleep... You can have me..." *Logan panted as his body shook with climax and tiredness. Y/n caresses his lover's back to soothe him to sleep.* "I'll keep that in mind pup."

Y/n finishes his whiskey and heads to the bedroom. He doesn't bother with being quiet, Logan sleeps like a dead man. As y/n opens the door he's invited with a beautiful sight. Logan is spread out on his belly on the bed. Naked. Snoring quietly with barely any coverage. The thin hole-filled sheets do nothing to cover Logan's hairy form. It's just a corner of the sheets covering his plum hairy ass. Y/n chuckles and closes the door.

Y/n takes his time undressing as his eyes trail over Logan's god-built body. Logan mumbles from time to time but stays deep asleep. Y/n grabs the lube from his nightstand so he can prep his boyfriend. Even though Logan likes it more when it hurts because it stimulates him.

Y/n climbs into the bed and removes the sheets that didn't even cover Logan properly. He traced Logands back softly as he enjoyed the sight. He holds the lube with one hand and spreads his cheeks with the other. To his surprise, Logan's already prepared. Y/n chuckles to himself and uses the lube to lube himself up instead.

Logan grunts as the cold air touches his wet ring or muscle. It seems fresh. It was as if he prepped and fell asleep shortly before Y/n came home. Y/m hums and spreads Logan's legs with his knee. He lifts his hips and puts a pillow under them so it's easier and more comfortable. Without hesitation, y/n pushed in. He groans and rests his forehead on Logan's back.

"You're being so good for me Logan. " Y/n murmured as he started moving with slow thrusts. Logan grumbled in his sleep and shifted a bit but stayed deep asleep. Soon y/n sped up his thrusts. Logan whimpered as he started to meet his lover's thrusts in his sleep. Y/n kisses and bites any spot on Logan's neck he can reach. Any time he bites down hard enough to draw blood he pulls back just to watch it heal within seconds. Logan's healing factor is a frustrating addition for his lover who so desperately loves marking him. Logan doesn't mind it though, if it means his boyfriend will be rougher with him then Logan is more than happy to be a blood canvas.

Logan lets out a specificaly high whine signaling y/n has found the right spot. Y/n smirks and goes harder, aiming for that bundle of muscle with every thrust he gives. He knows that even when Logan is asleep he wants to be marked. Even when it doesn't last. Y/n bites down on Logan's shoulder and licks up any blood that has spilled.

Logan arched his nack and let out an animalistic groan that turned into a whimper as y/n tugged at his hair to pull him up and hold him against his chest. "You like that? You like it like this? Hm?" Y/n grunts as he talks into Logan's ear. He wonders what Logan dreams of when all of this is happening. Logan only lets out a loud whine. His angry red cock bounces with each hard thrust. Poor thing is leaking so much that his bush is getting wet too.

Logan unconsciously squeezed around y/n. He's close. Y/n drops him back onto the bed and lifts his hips again for rougher pounding. Logan's mouth falls open and loud whimpers and whines stumble out without control. Y/n's getting close too. Logan whimpers as he cums over the pillow and sheets under his hips. Y/n helps him through it as he chases his own climax. Logan's claws have shot out and pierced the pillows. A bunch of feathers fly around them and y/n curses under his breath about having to buy another pillow again.

Logan's body quivers as he whimpers as he feels y/ns teeth still in his shoulder. With a couple last thrusts y/n collapses on top of Logan with a loud grunt as he fills him up. They lay there like that for a while until y/n gains the energy to lift himself up again. With a soft groan, he lifts himself up and reachers towards Logan's nightstand drawer to pull out a simple silver buttplug that has an X carved into the end. He slowly pulls out making sure none of the cum spills out and puts the plug in so Logan can know what happened in the morning. After that y/n cleans them up and flops down next to his lover and pulls him close.

In the morning Logan wakes up to an empty bed. Y/n must've gone to work already. He groans and rubs his face. He is unaware of what happened last night... That's until he sits up and feels the familiar feeling of a plug inside him. He chuckles to himself and reaches down. Yup. That's a buttplug alright. His cock twitches at the thought of what happened last night. He grumbles and takes himself into his hand and lays back.

Logan came at least four times that morning all for just the thought of what y/n did last night.

TRAINING WHEELS. logan howlett / dom! top! m. reader

→ logan’s new to the team & you decide to show him the ropes

warnings. nsfw content / unprotected sex / somnophilia / <mild> breath play / <mentions & depictions of> hazing / age gap between ADULTS / <mild> feminization / nipple play <?> / light degradation <chara. receiving> / analingus / orgasm control / masturbation <chara.> / blowjob <r. receiving> / full nelson position / not proof read ( sorry )

notes. he’s been on my mind word count. 2K

LOGAN IS NOT a heavy sleeper; he’d begun to stir the moment the mattress dipped under your weight. The lids of his eyes are still heavy with exhaustion ⸻ and his gaze is not quite as clear as it ought to be.

“What are you…” he pauses mid–sentence, his voice a rough, low sound that would’ve caused anyone else to reconsider what they’d intended to do.

He’d meant to ask you what you were doing but the rest of his sentence was caught in his throat with his breath when you’d aligned the head of your cock with his entrance.

“I’m taking responsibility for what I’d said to you earlier,” you respond, voice low and all matter–of–fact like it’s obvious as you penetrate him.

It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as he thought it ought to ⸻ not that it didn’t hurt at all, because it did. Rather, it felt as though his… well, insides adjusted to suit your cock like it’d existed solely for that purpose.

You didn’t seem particularly opposed to that notion either; leaning forward to curl your calloused fingers around the base of his throat as he took your cock to the hilt.

The action itself didn’t impede his ability to breathe; on the contrary, it appeared to be a silent assertion of superiority. Something that, oddly enough, left him feeling disappointed but he didn’t or, rather, couldn’t linger on that thought (or much else for that matter) when you began to thrust into him.

“Do you remember what I’d said to you?”

Your voice again, taking on an even lower cadence beside the shell of his ear, as you pull your cock out of his puffy entrance only to force it back past the ring of muscle again.

He doesn’t respond though.

WHEN LOGAN COMES TO for the second time ⸻ or, rather, the first time he’d thought that he ought to be in another dream.

The heavy lids of his eyes had given way to the dim lighting of the back seat of a car; the one just behind the passenger seat up front. It took a moment to adjust to the dimness of the lighting but he was certain that this wasn’t where he’d fallen asleep and, as if reading his thoughts, you confirm as much.

“I take it you had a nice dream?” You more or less hum, glancing at him through the rear–view mirror although you’d reasonably not see much, “I feel a little wronged, you know, ‘cause it took so much effort to drag your ass into the back of the car and here you are, having the time of your life.”

If you’d meant it to be a genuine complaint, he couldn’t tell and never could, to be honest, tell whether or not he should take you seriously. So, he doesn’t necessarily acknowledge what you’d said with anything more than a low, non-committal grunt.

“Where are you ⸻ no, why the fuck am I in the back seat of a car right now?”

Unlike his dream, he gets all of his words out this time around with what he deems a sufficient amount of irritation.

Whether or not it’d actually been a sufficient amount of irritation was up for debate though since it appeared to have gone completely and utterly over your head.

“You’re still new to the ranks, old man,” You sing–song in response, sounding all the more enthusiastic, “… and a little hazing should be expected, no?” as the car’s prior steady gliding forward on what he presumed to be a sparsely populated road came to an abrupt end.

There’s that matter–of–fact tone again; He truthfully didn’t know whether or not he should laugh, cry, or even give the content of his dream some deeper thought.

Now, though, wasn’t exactly the time to consider the absurdity of the past… however long.

“The task is relatively simple,” You continue, your voice taking on a more serious but not quite that sound as you address him, “… all you have to do is find your way back to camp before the sun rises and don’t do anything stupid, you’re being watched.”

‘CAMP’ IS EXACTLY as the name implies  ⸻ a collection of, for the lack of a better word, tents and in the heart of summer, it’s one hell of a place to be even when the sun is replaced by its more forgiving counterpart.

Thus, a layer of sweat visible to all clings uncomfortably to the curves and contours of Logan’s body as he trudges towards your tent.

“You must’ve kissed a superior’s ass to become a Lieutenant, right?” It’s more of an accusation to vent his frustration than a genuine question on Logan’s part but you respond as though to satiate his curiosity nevertheless.

“I can’t say that I’ve done it for the sake of a promotion,” You smile, all wolf–like and if Logan were in a better mood, he’d say a little charismatically too.

He doesn’t respond to that and thus you continue.

“You tryin’ to call me an ass–kisser, rookie?” You chuckle, the sound a combination of genuine amusement and something else, as you approach him, holding his chin between your thumb and index finger.

He is a rookie, technically speaking, of course, but hearing the word roll off your tongue makes him feel strange ⸻ naturally a little annoyed but there’s something else there that he can’t quite put his finger on.

You, on the other hand, are more than comfortable with placing your fingers anywhere you like.

“I like to think of myself as someone who’s very… literal, I suppose?” You continue, lowering the palm of one of your hands to grope the curve of his ass, “… but that’s enough of that; the sun rose before you made it back to camp so it’s only fair that I punish you for your failure.”

“Punish…?” He repeats after you, his voice sounding a little wispy as you close the distance between the two of you, hand groping his ass and all.

“Don’t take it to heart, we all fail sometimes,” You shrug with a wave of your hand as if that ought to be the main issue, “… and you were practically moaning my name in the car so I guess I’m a little curious about what you were dreaming about too.”

The dream, of course, hadn’t exactly slipped his mind as opposed to him forcing himself to not think about it given his circumstances at the time.

He’d walked for… who knows how long before slipping into a 24/7 gas station’s restroom to relieve himself of the throbbing of his cock because of the stupid thing.

It wasn’t exactly ideal but what else could he have done if not lowering his sweatpants and boxers to palm himself until the angry head of his cock spurted ropes of cum into the toilet?

Now, though, he was standing in front of you and could feel your erection against his.

“This was a little too easy for my liking,” Your voice again, just like in his dream, but this isn’t a dream, now, is it? You were calling him easy and instead of being annoyed he couldn’t help but allow a moan to slip past his parted lips much to your delight.

“I can make an exception though,” You continue, moving the both of you towards your desk before bending him over and making a show of kneeling behind him and lowering his sweatpants and underwear.

Logan is… relatively silent; he doesn’t respond to any of your questions but he does let out a string of profanities beneath his breath as you spread his cheeks, dragging your tongue from his balls up to the entrance of his ass as the tight ring of muscle spasms in response to your affection.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking⸻” He pauses mid–sentence, his thighs trembling beneath his weight, as you alternate between sucking, kissing and occasionally biting the surrounding flesh.

The sound of his voice doesn’t necessarily catch you off guard but it’s enough to get you to pull away from his ass, wiping the string of saliva still connecting you to his winking hole with the back of your palm before responding, “… kissing your ass? I already told you that I’m a very literal person and I don’t do this for a promotion.”

You sound almost… exasperated and Logan has half the mind to turn around and punch you in the face but your tongue is sliding past that ring of muscle and it’s so strange but not unwelcomed.

He couldn’t bring himself to oppose you ⸻ not when your tongue was moving in and out of his ass like that; and especially not when the slit on the head of his cock was leaking so much pre–cum.

When you eventually pull away from his ass, he finds himself whimpering at the loss; pushing back against where your mouth should have been. It’s almost pathetic enough to make you want to indulge him but it’s meant to be a punishment. 

Thus, Logan finds himself kneeling between your spread legs moments later. He’s pressing his chest together, a mediocre crease forming between them as you stare down at him, amused.

“They’re so…” You pause, tilting your head to the side as you lazily palm your own throbbing cock (all the while neglecting his), “big, you know?” as warmth gathers beneath the surface of his skin.

He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re implying.

“Jesus,” You whistle, “you have such pretty tits,” as you align your cock with the entrance of the crease before sliding up into it.

“I’m not a fucking⸻” He protests, silenced only by the fistful of his hair you grab as you respond, “I’m only saying what I see, soldier. Now, be a good boy for me and I’ll consider giving that cock of yours some attention.”

‘When did you get so… stern?’ He’d thought of this at that moment but couldn’t think of much else beyond the sensation of your cock gliding between his… ‘tits’ as you’d called them and the voice in the back of his head telling him to be a good boy for you and squeeze his chest together some more.

Logan had always trusted his intuition in his earlier years so that’s what he does. He indulges you, and by extension, himself as he feels every bump, curve, or vein on your cock against his skin until you’re painting his chest white.

“I should’ve done this a lot sooner,” You breathe out after a moment of silence, your breathing evening out as you move over to your swivel chair before motioning for him to join you.

UNLIKE HIS DREAM, he’s made to suck you off first.

Your cock is heavy on his tongue; he’s never done this before though so it’s all a little clumsy ⸻ the way he hollows his cheeks and tries his hardest to avoid his teeth grazing you as saliva escapes his mouth, gathering just above his collarbone.

It’s cute, though, and is even cuter when you begin to touch his weeping cock. He’s like an obedient little dog; one that’s all bark and minimal bite.

Every time you touch him, his body tenses and he trembles. Thus, you decide that he ought to be closer to you and have him straddle your lap instead.

When you align yourself with his entrance, you can tell that he’s nervous so you take your time and ease into him. It’s uncomfortable for the both of you, him more so than you, you’re sure so there’s no need to rush it either.

There’s no stopping you once you’ve both adjusted though. His back is to your chest and his knees are to his chest as you thrust up into him. He’s a big guy but you’ve folded him in half nevertheless and Logan’s loving every moment of it.

Strings of little ‘uh–uh–uh’s fall from his lips like a mantra as ropes of cum shoot from the head of his cock; a release that he’d so desperately craved but couldn’t even wrap his head around at the moment.

“You’ll be okay,” You hum as you press a kiss to the side of his sweaty temples, “I’ll welcome you to the ranks myself, I don’t think I want to share you with the others.”

Happy Cody Day!!! (2/2/24) 🧡🧡🧡

here are some memes I made for the one and only :)

"We make our own decisions. Our own choices. And we have to live with them too."

@codyday2224

Not adding my glorious malewife nanami should be a crime 😔

nanami kento hardly considered himself a family man. that was, until he met you. 

toddlers, little versions of you running around, tiny chubby hands and feet tugging insistently on the fabric of his pants to ask for hugs, telling them bedtime stories with them going from excited and animated to slowly nodding off in his lap . . . 

the nanami kento from ten years ago would have never believed what he was currently imagining as the ‘perfect life’. 

“sweetheart,” kento sighed, gold lashes fluttering in the morning light. it was still so early, and yet your appetite was insatiable. he was laying on his stomach, and he could feel just exactly how deep you were inside him. your warm hands had long settled underneath his belly, careful and tender in the way one would cradle the pregnant paunch of their betrothed, and he knew what you were thinking. 

a baby, nanami thought with a shudder. your baby. 

he craned his head to glance at you, panting lightly into the crisp air. your expression was contorted in pleasure, some concoction of concealed lust and . . . something more. it made his heart throb, made him want to clench. to take you in, every inch and all else you were willing, and the child you wanted to give to him. 

i want it, he found himself wanting to say, and frowned. he wasn’t so young anymore, and this would be the best time to conceive, if anything—but was this a risk he was willing to take? what would life be like, carrying your kin in his womb? new life, growing inside the cot of his belly? 

nanami doubted it would be all smiles and sunshine, but the gnawing feeling at the back of his throat never hesitated. the emptiness inside him had never felt right. he wanted it. so much. 

the snug press of your hips against his rear forced a low sound out of him, full of yearning. and when you bent down to whisper ‘i love you’ into his ear, warm and potent, nanami found his eyes blurring with the water of tears. 

“i want your child,” he breathed out, and he felt you grow still behind him. it was the wrong position, really, or maybe the right one, considering how you were pressed up inside him in a way that sent the universe floating before his eyes. his words felt like a promise. a plea. nanami wished it belonged to you instead. 

your response was hardly coherent, a snarl if anything—pressing yourself to the cleft of his back, moaning and grunting his name, grip tight and sweaty on his hips. nanami could almost taste the feeling of joy bubbling inside himself as he buried his face into the mattress and let you make love to him. 

if four of his words meant this much to you, maybe, just maybe . . . starting a family with you wouldn’t be a bad thing after all. 

𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑬’𝑺 (ᴛᴍ) — 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰.’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴.

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ghost: stop following me!

[y/name]: then let go of my hand!

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ghost: you’re really campaigning for asshole of the year, aren’t you?

[y/name]: as reigning champion, do you feel threatened?

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soap: if you’re ever feeling sad you could always ask me for a hug

[y/name]: no thanks, i’ve found violence and manslaughter works just fine :D

soap: 😟

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price: i’m proud of you

[y/name]: *choked up* oh..

price: ?

[y/name] ‘what is a loving father figure?’ [l/name]: *doing their best not to cry but failing spectacularly* sorry, you just.. you said you’re proud of me that’s my tear trigger

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*on a botched mission at a cliffside warehouse, cornered between enemies and a waterfall*

ghost: fuck what do we do?!

price: it’s too high to jump! we go back!

gaz: we won’t get through all those enemies!

soap: better than jumping!

*all turn to [y/name] who’s been oddly silent*

[y/name]: *grinning, slides down their tactical goggle* cowabunga it is

price: ‘cuda.. don’t you dare—!

[y/name]: *runs to the waterfall’s edge and swan dives over* LIVIN’ LIKE LARRY!

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[y/name]: *sleep deprived, brews coffee and drinks it straight from the pot*

price: we have mugs

[y/name]: *vein throb* i’ve not slept a wink in over 36 consecutive hours, my scars are making my head feel like i’ve got a fucking axe in my skull, the new batch of recruits are running me dry and ghost and soap are running me through the wringer, with all due respect captain.. you are working my last fucking nerve

price: *awkwardly clears his throat* enjoy your coffee

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[y/name] ‘traumatic childhood’ [l/name]: christmas is for sentimental dorks, and santa can go suck an egg

soap: my gift to you is some fucking therapy

[y/name]: make sure to keep the receipt

soap: sorry, it’s a gift that can’t be returned

[y/name]: we should’ve kept the receipt for you

soap: 🥲🖕

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ghost: *trauma dumping* when i was young my brother used to terrorize me with a skull mask, and my dad brought in dangerous animals and forced me to kiss them

[y/name]: my dad killed my mom and little brother in front of me, diced them up and forced me to eat the pieces

ghost, soap, gaz: 😟

price: .…are you okay?

[y/name]: not even a little bit 🥲

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[y/name]: hey si.. what’s the second to last letter of the alphabet?

ghost: ‘y’?

[y/name]: because i wanna know

ghost: ….. kid, if i didn’t love you as much as i do i’d beat the ever living fuck out of you

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[y/name]: lookin’ up because you let me down, lookin’ down because you fucked up, lookin’ right because you left, lookin’ left because you don’t treat me right 😞

price: i said i was sorry for forgetting you at the store!

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[y/name]: *was reckless on a solo-op and is now getting scolded* …hmph

price: *down to his last nerve* fix your fucking face before i break it

[y/name]: oh nice, great yeah, that’s exactly what i want to hear from my captain after nearly fucking dying!

price: *glare hardens*

[y/name]: *abruptly realizes they may have made a mistake and been wrong* …i’m sorry cap, i didn’t mean for the mission to go so horribly wrong it just—

price: five

[y/name]: …huh? five? five what?

price: four

[y/name]: gotta blast! *dead sprints from his office*

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price: that mission was a total shit show! all of you muppets were way out of line and beyond sloppy! get your shit together or so help me god you won’t live to see retirement! the only one who acted like they had any kind of damn sense was the one who is usually being pretty reckless otherwise!

[y/name]: *sips drink loudly*

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soap and [y/name]: *absolutely baked out of their minds on pain meds*

[y/name]: you know what i been thinking about?

soap: hm?

[y/name]: if your leg gets cut off, would it hurt?

soap: ….duh!

[y/name]: how though?

soap: ‘cause your leg got cut off!

[y/name]: where are you gonna feel the pain?

soap: in your le—

[y/name]: exactly bruh, how you gonna feel pain in your leg—

both: —if your leg is gone!

[y/name]: i’ve been thinking about this all day

soap: *muttering to himself* where would you feel the pain?

[y/name]: that’s the point there ain’t none, once the leg is gone the pain goes with it… i’m telling you man.. these pain meds are making us smart as hell

ghost: *pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as he can literally feel gray hairs growing on his head*

price: you two are hazards to society

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a/n: t h a n k

Can I request the diamond and pearl clans comforting banished reader

I’ve already written for Adaman and Irida comforting the reader here but I’ll include some bits from the wardens in this for you!

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Pearl Clan:

News of your banishment reaches the wardens slowly, as they’re not within the sphere of communication. As they return to their village, however, they learn of your banishment, and how Irida is hiding you in their village. And they rush to your aid, heartbroken for the betrayal you’ve faced

Ingo brings you kits, purring bundles of fur that nuzzle into you and mew mew mew for your attention. He shows you how they like to be petted, sitting close to your side to let you not feel alone. He’s here. He’ll protect you.

Calaba knows recipes of times past, passed down to her from her ancestors. She coaxes you into helping her make them, showing you how to prep meat and vegetables and cook them with pastas and breads to create the most delicious of foods you’ve ever tasted. As you eat, she pets your hair and promises you a home in the Pearl Clan, no matter what

Palina offers hugs and kisses to soothe you. She cuddles you closer, pressing kisses to your head as she rocks and sings. Her voice carries so soothingly, that even in your despair you’re able to sleep in her warm embrace. She stays by your side at night, to make sure you’re not haunted by nightmares

Liam doesn’t know how to help like the adults, so he takes to distracting you. He bring you his entire rock collection, and teaches you about each stone. He talks and talks and talks, anything to get you to smile at him, to get your mind off of the worry of how you’re going to solve the problems weighing you down

Gaeric is of the idea that exercise solves everything. He wants to go on runs together, to do push-ups and rock climbs until you’re too tired to worry about anything. But after you asking (or Irida scolding him) he eases down. Instead, he shows off his strength to distract you, having you on his back as he does push-ups or climbs mountains.

Diamond Clan:

The Diamond Clan is horrified to hear of the slight you've received, cast out of the home you thought you knew, could trust, could be safe within. They happily accept you into their village, and the members rush to let the wardens know what happened, leading them back to you

Arezu clings to you during this time, fretting over you even if you have no injuries. She takes you on what is basically a spa day, washing your hair, cutting it, styling it, and giving you clothes and such to model for her. She wants you to have a little fun, to forget your sorrows and relax. Anything for her favorite little faller

Mai has big sister mode fully activated. She mothers you quite a bit, fraught with gentle teasing to make you laugh and smile. She makes sure you're well fed and taking care of yourself on your journey to discover what to do, and worries about you constantly

Melli is furious. He hates you (so he says), but this is outrageous! To be abandoned like that! He vents to you about how terrible Kamado is, how cruel he is to do this to you, validating all your feelings of anger about what's happened. You hug him, and he yelps, groaning as he pats your head and continues on with his ran about how the Great Melli would never do that to you

Iscan cries a bit over your banishment. He feels for you, being so scared and seemingly isolated. You get many a hug from Iscan, who clings to you as though to protect you from anything else that could hurt you. You relish his hugs, his warmth, his protection, even if there are no monsters around. He has a lovely singing voice as well, taught by Palina, and his lullabies are beautiful, lulling you to sleep with ease

Sabi weeps too, once she gets to you. She cries about knowing something bad would happen to you and not doing anything about it. To make it up to you, she's on you like a Komala, clinging to you wherever you go. She wants to play, to make you little gifts and bring you things she and Braviary find while flying around. You have to assure her she's not to blame some, but even still, she wants to comfort you however she can

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ta-da! finished moving house and cranked this bad boy out!! enjoy!

~Renee

OKAY. LET ME COOK. Can I request abo with Omega Wolverine (💀) and he is going into heat. And he needs his alpha to come take care of him and leads to wolverine and reader taking care of him to make sure his omega is okay.am fucking dying 💀 -😉

Logan Howlett x Male Reader

Word count: 5,841

Warnings: Smut, A/B/O/ Omegaverse, !!Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers!!, mentions of Wade and Logan figting (Logan repetedly breaking Wade's jaw, Logan has a knife in his shoulder, Ect..), Bottom! Logan, Omega! Logan, Top!Male!Reader, Alpha!Male!Reader, Marking, scenting, regular A/B/O stuff, Breeding, heat inducing wet dreams, breaking and entering.

(A/N: First fic back Hooray! I haven't written for Wolvie in years so bear with me)

Finding a man passed out drunk in your living room wasn’t something you planned for. You were actually planning to use your day off to catch up on some sleep, but this man- you recognized him as your neighbor, Logan, after taking a closer look- was really preventing that from happening. Your unexpected guest had taken over your couch and smelled very heavily of alcohol, you pushed him onto the floor so the smell wouldn't soak into your couch. You knew Logan was tough, and that he slept like a fucking 300 pound brick according to Wade, pushing him off the couch felt like you were trying to push a car with a dead battery but you were able to move the man onto the floor in an unceremonious heap after a couple of minutes of trying. A heavy thud followed his fall, but he didn’t so much as grunt when he hit the floor, and for a moment you wondered if he was actually dead, but the slight twitch in his hand told you he was fine, probably.

You weren’t going to let this ruin your day off, taking another look at the man, you did feel a little bad leaving him on the floor, not enough to put him back on your couch- no you paid way to much for it to do that- but bad enough for you to grab a spare pillow and blanket for the man. It felt a little weird, tucking in your intruder rather than calling the police on him, but you knew Logan well enough to know that he almost definitely meant to break into his own apartment and got a little mixed up. Being drunk will do that.

Moving away from him and into the kitchen, you decided to make breakfast, as your plans of sleeping had been completely ruined at- you looked at the clock on your stove- 6:37 in the morning. You just wanted to get some water before you went back to sleep, but no, now your making breakfast because even though you knew that Logan was relatively friendly- in his own way- waking up to him in your living room was fucking nerve wrecking and you falling back asleep wasn’t likely.

Opening your refrigerator, you took out a couple of eggs, then remembered that Logan was an absolutely massive man and promptly took out a couple more. You figured that eggs and bacon was an ok impromptu breakfast. Pans clinging together as you try to find the right one in the cabinet, trying to light your shitty gas stove without starting a fire, finally beginning to cook the bacon in the pan. 

When Logan walked in a couple minutes later, seemingly still asleep as he nearly reached into the pan to grab the bacon that wasn’t even done cooking yet, you grabbed his wrist, nearly dropping your spatula as you yanked the man's hand away from the pan.

“Dammit, be careful!”

Your voice seemingly woke him up, eyes opening wide as he stared at you, then his face morphed into one of confusion as he looked around, realizing that he definitely wasn’t in his own apartment.

“Good morning, could you please get out of my kitchen, you smell like beer.”

He blinked, “How the hell did I get here?”

Releasing his wrist and turning back to the stove, flipping the bacon as you said, “You broke in.”

You heard him groan, probably in embarrassment or annoyance, you’d be pretty embarrassed if you broke into your super nice neighbor’s apartment too.

“Fuck..” He muttered under his breath. 

“It’s fine, Logan, just let me finish cooking- and don’t sit on my couch!”

He left the kitchen almost immediately, but slowly. You figured he was hungover- you weren’t sure if that could happen with a healing factor like his but with the way he held his head in his hand, you figured something had to be happening. 

Wade had pretty much filled you in on his little multidimensional adventure. He also had a tendency to break into your apartment, (which is probably why you had a relatively calm reaction to Logan) he basically just declared that you were friends one day, it was pretty unceremonious actually. He told you everything, usually things you didn’t want to know, but you didn’t mind his company.

A couple more minutes passed and you finished cooking, making plates and grabbing forks before leaving the kitchen to find Logan. It took you a second, but you found him back in the living room, sitting on the floor, in front of the TV, cover draped over his shoulders. You sat down next to him, silently handing him a plate- he looked a little surprised, but took it with a quick, “Thanks.”

You ate quietly, you could tell Logan appreciated his sizable plate. When he was finished he sat it on the ground next to him. Hesitating for a moment before speaking,

“Sorry about breaking in,”

You hummed, “It’s fine, really, you’re not the first person to break in.”

He grunted, “I know Wade comes over sometimes.”

“Yeah, he’s bought me at least five new doorknobs in the past year, he acts like knocking will kill him.”

The irony made Logan snort, “Yeah, I wish.”

You sat your now empty plate on top of his.

“No you don't, you think Al will let you stay with her if he dies?”

“I’ll get my own place” 

“Uh Huh,” you hummed, “With what money?”

That made him laugh, even if it was a small one.

A moment passed and neither of you spoke, the house grew quiet and the space between the two of you became awkward.

Another moment passed and he pushed himself up off the floor, “I better get going.”

You followed behind him, to the front door where your door was left slightly open and what remains of the handle laid on the floor. You both paused at the sight, Logan glanced over at you, a bit of worry on his face.

You let out a sigh, “I'll get Wade to pay for it.”

The soft, humorous smile on your face made Logan relax as you kicked the sliced metal that used to be your doorknob to the side. 

“Thank you- for breakfast..and not calling the police.”

You laughed before saying, “Anytime, really. Just..call next time.”

He smiled as he left, deciding, deep in his subconscious, that he liked you.

~~~~~~~

You didn’t see him for another month after that, you’ve caught glances of him in passing, but nothing quite as friendly as your first meeting. Until one day, at about two in the morning, you could hear fighting next door. It woke you up out of your sleep as something was thrown against the wall over and over and over, then there was the yelling and growling and snarling. You knew Logan and Wade fought a lot in a mostly unserious way, but it was way to fucking early for DIY WWE. You knew better than to get involved in one of their fights. They were mutants, you weren’t, and you were not about to get in the middle of whatever they had going on. It’s kinda funny, considering what you’ve been told your whole life- the typical Alpha propaganda, being the strongest, the fastest, the leader. Your sure it worked on some people, but you were very fortunate to not fall down the aggressive uber dominate typical male alpha rabbit hole- you knew you wouldn’t always be the fastest, the strongest, or the most eligible leader just because you were an alpha (which most alphas should have figured out by now, considering that, like, half of the fucking Avenger are omegas- it was really funny trying to see people grabble with that fact when it came out.)

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you realized that the fighting had stopped, and now it was eerily quiet. You decided that it wasn’t your problem and rolled over to finally get some sleep. Your eyes were closed for maybe thirty seconds when a rapid banging on your door forced you out of bed.

Your door had long since been fixed, unlocking the door and swinging it open, a deeply tired look on your face.

Logan stood in front of you, covered in more blood that you’ve seen on a person in your entire life. A large gash on his face sealing itself right before your eyes. 

“Are you two done?” You asked tiredly.

He nodded, you stepped aside to let him in, only to look down and notice the trail of blood left by his boots. You grabbed him by the back of his shirt like you’d grab an unruly cat by its scruff.

“Take your shoes off, go shower.” He paused, turning around with a questioning look on his face, but he obeyed anyway.

Taking off his bloodied boots and tossing them out the door. You could smell something different in the air, but you were too tired to care- it wasn’t smoke or gas, so you weren’t worried about it, but it was something- something distinctly sweet.

You pointed Logan to the bathroom, flicking the light on with him trailing behind you. You could feel the energy practically draining out of your body every second you were conscious.

Muttering, “All the towels in the cabinet are clean-” you paused for a moment, really taking in the state of the man clothes, torn and bloodied- you noticed the small knife sticking out of his shoulder and didn’t even bother panicking, “You can leave you clothes on the counter, put the knife in the sink though. I’ll bring you something to wear.”

He listened well, you figured he must be tired too, his half-lidded expression and general obedience was surprising, but welcome at 2 in the morning.

You walked past him, turning the shower on before leaving without saying a word, closing the door behind you.

You left out a spare pillow and cover for the man, the same ones as last time, washed, of course, because Logan left them smelling like alcohol and you really didn’t want that stinking up your apartment. You moved on to half heartedly cleaning the blood off the floor with a couple of paper towels- cleaning may have been too strong a phrase, you really just threw them over the bloody footprints and moved on for the night. 

Finding Logan some clothes was really a guessing game, you couldn't really ask the man what size he wore, and it took you an embarrassingly long time to find something you thought would fit him. 

~~~~~~~

A sudden waft of cold air that filled the bathroom when you swung the door open, Logan could hear you moving around. Hot water cascaded down his body, washing away any evidence of the fight he’d had with Wade- really he needed to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes, that clearly wasn’t happening anytime soon, so Logan would settle for breaking his jaw over and over again until he got the point. It never stuck through, not with Wade, even after breaking his spine at least twice the man kept talking. The fight ended when Al woke up, not that Wade really cared, because even then he wouldn’t leave Logan alone. Because he likes Al, and to prove Wade wrong, he headed over to your house.

Despite what Wade had heavily insisted, he’s not avoiding you, and he’s not suppressing any feelings for you because there weren’t any to be had in the first place.

“‘Left you some clothes, i'm gonna wash yours, I’ll try and fix them in the morning but they’re pretty beat up.” He could hear how tired you were, and if he was anybody else he might have felt guilty for keeping you up this late. Surprisingly, he was enjoying the attention.

You were gone before he could respond, by the time he got out of the shower he couldn’t hear any movement around your apartment, so he figured you went to bed. Cracking the bathroom door to let some of the steam out and wiping his hand on the fogged over mirror, his body had healed completely, no longer bruised or caked with blood. Rubbing his hand over his face, suddenly feeling just as tired as you had looked, looking down at the neatly folded pile of clothes replacing his old ones. A large black Superman t-shirt and a gray hoodie, long, red checkered pajama pants, and navy blue underwear, folded right on top. The clothes smelled like you, and not just like the detergent you used, no, they had your natural scent on them. Logan wasn’t going to not wear them, considering he had nothing else to wear and he really didn’t want to walk over to his place to get clothes. He thought back to what happened last time he was here- when he broke in. He doesn’t really remember much of that night, but he does remember his dream. It started off as nothing, the usual black void that kept him calm as he slept, then an unfamiliar scent changed that- he had what he considered an under-active imagination, but that scent kicked it into hyperdrive. He dreamed of being held and loved, but most prominently of getting fucked. Logan would be the first to say that it’s been a long time for him, and that was partially his own fault, chronic self isolation did that, and partially because the only people he’d ever wanted to fuck him were dead. Not all of them, apparently, because whoever scent it was driving him insane. He’s been called feral before, along with other things, but it made him feel like his heat was about to start at that very second. It was miracle he didn’t wake up covered in his own slick that moring- or worse, start his heat in your fucking living room- and that was just from having a cover on him, actually wearing your clothes might put him in a coma.

He figured the strong scent of alcohol covered any of his lingering arousal, or maybe you were too nice to say anything. And you cooked for him- he broke into your house, damaged your property and you fucking cooked for him.

Wade swore he has a crush on you- which led to them fighting, of course, but they fought most days over any little thing. This wasn’t anything new.

He put on the clothes more hesitantly than he’d ever admit- and it was almost overwhelming, but he pushed through it, cutting off the light in the bathroom and navigating through your dark apartment. The light in the living room was on, as well as the TV, the remote was sat on top of the folded cover you left out for him. He quickly settled, he didn’t usually watch TV when he went to sleep, but he needed something to distract from your scent right now. Finding some shitty home improvement show and settling on the couch, keeping his mind as blank as he could, he had Jean to thank for that skill because it was really useful right now. Couldn’t think of sex if he wasn’t thinking at all. Letting the mind numbingly boring show be the white noise as he drifts off.

Logan, however, could not control his thoughts while he was asleep. His subconscious was working overtime, now, with a face and a voice to put to the alpha whose scent had effortlessly disarmed him and brought him to his knees.

It was such an easy image to conjure, you sitting in front of him as he rested his head on your thigh, running your hands through his hair as he stared up at you with pleading eyes, you smiled down at him, a small, warm smile, swearing lightly as he slowly unzipped your pants, already hard and waiting for him, you’d grab him by the hair and he’d let out a slow purr as you pulled him closer. Taking the tip of your cock in his mouth, sliding his tongue over it a few times, finally getting a taste of what he so desperately craves. He took as much as he could in his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat. Looking up at you again, a string of moans fell from your open mouth, your eyes just barely open, staring down at him. Your grip on his hair tightened for a moment, the shot of pain coursing through his scalp for a short moment, a muffled moan left him, before settling as you released him. Using his tongue to feel every little vein in your cock, moving slowly as you ran your fingers through his hair again. Feeling no need to rush as the heat in his chest and in his stomach grew hotter and hotter.

His own cock throbbed between his legs but he didn’t touch it, even as it leaked and mixed with the mess of slick in the boxer you gave him, he had no doubt that you would handle it. Letting your cock prod his throat and push past the barrier. Almost all his airflow was blocked but he didn’t pull back, trying to take you as deep as he could only to be yanked back by his hair. Pulled completely off your cock, he looked up at you, confused.

“What?” He said, his voice rough and deep.

You didn’t respond, instead, you stood, still holding onto him- and practically dragged him to your bedroom. He tried to keep up on all fours, panting and moaning at the pain and at how much this turned him on.

He was practically purring in your hand as you guided him onto your bed.

“You look so good like this,”

Your voice was sweet and genuine, quiet praises fell from your mouth as you slowly removed his clothes piece by piece. He only got hotter the more you revealed of him, the burning under his skin reaching an all time high. Once he was completely bare in front of you, you ran your hands across his body, starting at his chest, moving all the way down to his stomach and the thick trail of hair leading down to his cock, then back up again.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart.” You muttered, leaning down and pressing a kiss on his collar.

“I-” he breathed out, vision slightly blurred, “I want you.”

You smiled, kissing his neck, his jaw, his lips, “I want you, too.”

~~~~~~~

The almost overbearing smell of burning oak and honey pulled you out of your sleep, checking your phone, you saw that it’s been less that three hours since you let Logan in, and his scent, which was usually calm and almost unnoticeable, was filling your bedroom, even with him nowhere in sight. Running your hand over your face with a tired groan, then you took a deep breath, and any irritation you felt rising at being woken up again melted away. You enjoyed the scent longer than you should have- it made you feel warm on an otherwise cold night.

For a second you considered opening the window- you were practically drowning in his scent and you aren’t even in the same room- but a sudden and overwhelming feeling of possessiveness kept you from doing it. Logan was vulnerable right now, what kind of friend would you be if you let just anyone encounter him like this- god, what if Wade of all people found out, you nor Logan would ever hear the end of it. A small part of your brain that wasn’t completely clouded by Logan’s utterly intoxicating scent wondered why he suddenly decided to present so strongly, a louder, more primal part of your brain screamed “Heat!” until it's all you could think of. The thought made a shiver shoot through your spine as blood pooled straight downward.

You tried to think of what could have started his heat so suddenly, but any detective work would have to wait until you didn’t feel like breeding him anymore. That quiet, logical part of your brain was telling you to stay in your room- but it was too quiet and you ended up leaving your room and heading into the pitch black darkness that was the rest of your house. You moved completely out of muscle memory, heading straight to the living room. You could feel the heat radiating off the man the second you entered, reaching for the light on the wall, missing it twice before flipping the switch. The room lit up immediately. Logan was truly something out of your wildest fantasies, face buried in a pillow, cover completely discarded on the floor, his shirt rode up while his pants were riding down in an attempt to relieve the heat burning in his skin. Hips rolling against the couch cushion as soft, almost inaudible moans escaped the man. You just stared for a long moment, frozen in shock at the sight.

You were fully aware you shouldn’t be watching this, your heart was pounding it your chest, and your dick was throbbing in your pants. 

Your breath caught in your throat when he stopped, a long groan emitting from him as he rolled onto his back.

Fully hard and straining against the pajama pants you gave him, taking a deep breath in through his nose, then his body tensed, a second later his eyes snapped open and he stared you down, just a few feet away from him, just as flustered, heart pounding just as hard as his, pants just as tight and straining. He pushed himself up, swinging his legs over so he was sitting upright. He gave you a small challenging look. That’s all it took for any bit of resolve you had to be thrown out the window.

It was a messy, desperate first kiss, your hands practically clawing at each other's bodies as you pressed your lip to his- Logan decided that you were definitely a better kisser in real life than you were in his dream. It left both of you hot and gasping for air. Pushing Logan back down onto the couch, pushing his legs open and slotting yourself between them. He pulled back with a winded laugh and a smirk.

“Mhh, what’s so funny?” you asked, not waiting for him to answer before you continued kissing any exposed bit of skin you could find, leaving a hickey on his collar bone- only to watch it disappear seconds later.

He craned his neck back almost instinctively, giving you as much space as he could.

“Didn’t think I’d actually ever want an alpha,’ thought that was a bunch of bullshit.”

You hummed, your hands finding their way under his shirt, feeling his skin against yours, the searing heat of it. Feeling what Wade had called on numerous occasions ‘fucking massive tits’. You had to say he was right, watching as a shudder ran through Logan's body. 

“And now?” You asked, a small smirk on your face.

He hissed quietly, rolling his hips against yours, “I’m fucking burning for you.”

You felt the nearly unsuppressable urge to mark him rise. He wanted you, he was burning for you. 

Not any other alpha out there- He could have gone anywhere tonight, you're sure he knew every late night bar in a 50 mile radius, and he still came to you.

You pulled back, nearly ripping his pants in a desperate attempt to get them off- your frantic, ecstatic state made a small laugh rise in Logan’s chest, he didn’t even consider helping you. He let you do all the work, if you were that desperate for him then you wouldn’t complain- and you didn’t. (He was a considerable amount more desperate than you were, considering he was just humping your couch like a damn dog 5 minutes ago and he just started what was more than likely going to be a very, very bad heat.)

When you were finally able to get his pants off, you could feel just how wet he was. The navy boxer you gave him were drenched in slick, clinging to him, showing off the hard outline of his cock. Logan sunk farther into the couch, a low purr emitting from deep in his chest.

“Don’t just look.” he panted.

His body reacted so strongly every time you took your hands off of him, even if it was just for a moment, his body would ache and writhe the second they were away from him. He let out a low breath when you finally touched him again, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other holding his face as you kissed him. He moaned unapologetically, loud, but muffled by your lips as you kissed him. His hips bucked up into your hands as you rubbed him through his boxer. Logan's head fell back against the cushions, eyes squeezed shut as a babble of swears fell from his lips, almost indistinguishable from his moans and low growls.

You tease him for what, to Logan, felt like hours. Sensitive and so pent up, he clung to you, holding your body against his, his face buried in your neck, taking in as much of your scent as he could. The burning in his skin didn’t stop, but it felt a lot cooler with you against him.

Logan was scenting you- you realized that the two of you would be smelling like each other and sex for at least a week- a part of you wished it was longer. That he’d walk around and have everyone in his vicinity know he was yours.

Your hand slipped under his boxers, pulling them down until they were about mid thigh. Moving past his hard, twitching cock and straight down to his hole. Soaking wet, you barely touched it before he squirted more slick onto your hand. Still with your face pressed to his neck, you chuckled.

“I barely even touched you..” you muttered.

With a growl, he said, “fuck off.”

You kissed his neck, right over the scent gland, making it flare up again.

“Make me, cowboy.”

You didn't give him time to respond, pushing two fingers into his hole, feeling him clench around them. His hips shifted against yours as you massaged his walls, listening to him grunt, and purr, and moan. Rubbing his cock against your still clothed one. Little sits of pre-cum beading at the tip and smearing on your pants.

He could feel pressure building in his stomach, it was sudden and unstoppable- not like he’d want it to-  with little warning to you, his body tensed hard, his legs closing around your body and his arms holding you in an almost crushing grip. He whined, bucking hard and fast against you- trying to fuck your fingers deeper into him as cum short from his cock, staining your pants and both your shirts. 

Fuck, that only made things worse. Once his arms were loose enough around you, you pulled back, sitting up and looking at the mess between the two of you. His legs were wide open, one hooked on the back of the couch, the other hanging off the side. He stared at you, pupils blown wide, thrusting his hips against nothing in a desperate attempt to feel something.

“More.”  He growled out.

“You want more?” You asked in a teasing tone, moving your hands to rest on his thighs.

He nodded.

You hummed softly, leaning down and kissing his cheek, “Ok sweetheart, I’ll give you more.”

He purred at the nickname. Letting his eyes close he listened to you move, hearing each article of clothes hit the floor, your scent got stronger and he breathed it in as deeply as he could.

Logan gasped when you pressed the tip of your cock against his hole, trying to press against it only for you to pull back.

“Relax.” You said, running your hands over his thighs I what he figured was supposed to be a soothing motion be it only made things worse

-you were right there, just a little bit more, please-

“You’d think after being alive for 200 years you’d learn some patients.” You pushed in slowly, watching as his mouth fell open in a silent moan. Pushing in inch by inch, feeling how hot he was around you, squeezing you tight. Finally, you were fully pushed inside him. His hands grinned the couch cushions so tight you thought they might tear.

Teeth clenched hard and chest heaving, he nearly shouted, “fucking move!”, after a second, “please.”

You abided, pulling half way out, giving him a shallow thrust. Over and over, pulling out farther and farther, then burying your cock back into his hole until you were slamming into him burying you cock deep inside him every time.

Shame seemed to stop existing for him as he moaned your name loud and clear, then,

“More Alpha, come on- please.”

He said it so easily that he almost didn’t realize it until you paused, looking down at him, a nearly unreadable expression in your face.

Panting, you said, “say that again.”

So gone, so beyond horny that his mind had slipped away from him, catching up moments later.

“More, y/n-“ you pinched his side, a wide grin on your face.

“That’s not what you said.”

He huffed, “fuck you.”

You gave him a slow, soft thrust, “come on, you already said it, it just wanna hear it again.”.

He glared up at you, resisting the urge to tell you to get to hell.

“Please..Alpha.”

The look on your face made it worth it, you pulled back until just the tip of your cock remained inside. Logan knew you weren’t going to pull out now, so he braces himself for the hard pounding he knew was inevitable. When it did come he put a couple claw shaped holes in your couch.

His body bounced hard with every thrust. Listening to you growl and pant as you hammered into him. This was miles better than any dream or fantasy. Holding on to the couch for dear life.

Minutes passed and you showed no sign of slowing down, even as another orgasm shot through Logan’s body, you didn’t stop, looking down at the cum splattered across his chest.

“My pretty omega-“ you panted, you felt Logan tighten around you, “want me to fill you with my cum, huh?”

Logan, covered in his own sweat, slick, and cum, barely able to think, nodded.

He could feel your knot starting to swell, it took more and more force to push into him- it made you slower, but you still slammed into him just as hard. Your pre-cum leaked into his hole, your own orgasm moments away and Logan could tell.

A little dizzy, he put his hands on your shoulder, trying to guide you down but you wouldn't go- even though he was dazed and ,for the most part, satiated, there was still something he wanted.

“Y/n, mhhm- Alpha- mark me-”

It wasn't a request, it was an order, and you couldn't find it in yourself to deny him.

You couldn't think of the repercussions, what this would mean for either of your futures, what it would do to your still extremely new relationship, not because you didn't want to, but you physically couldn't, the idea of making him yours was too strong.

You leaned down and pressed your teeth into his bare skin. You could only taste his blood for a short moment, the skin healed as fast as it broke- instead of perfectly clear skin being left there was a scar. Before you could even begin to wonder how that could happen you came hard, knot swelling, keeping you locked deep inside of Logan as you finished inside of him. 

You pressed a kiss on his cheek, he blinked tiredly, a small grin on his face.

“What?” you yawned, feeling exhausted.

“I owe Wade an apology..”

You groaned, flopping down onto his chest.

“Don't bring him up now,”

He laughed, “‘ thought you liked him?”

“Yeah, just not while my dick is still in you, you can talk all you want about Wade in 30 to 40 minutes when my knot goes down.” you said, wrapping your arms around you to the best of your ability. 

He did the same, “Fine.”

~~~~~~~

Logan’s heat lasted about a week, he stayed with you the whole time, partially because he really didn’t want to deal with Wade, but mostly because the two of you could not stop fucking. He was your mate after all, what were you supposed to do, let him suffer? In the past 6 days you and Logan have fucked a total of 9 times- 

-10 if he didn’t stop kissing you neck right fucking down.

“Logan, I have to go to work,” You said in a stern tone that only made him want you more.

“Call off.”

“I’ve already been off for six days because of you.”

He really didn’t care- you could feel him leave a hickey on your neck- as though you weren’t already covered in hundreds of bites and bruises because of him.

“I’m going to lose my job-”

“Come on, please?” He said quietly.

You took a deep breath in-

“What the fuck, I leave for a couple of days and you house break my roommate!”

Oh god, it's entirely too early for this.

You don’t know where Wade came from, but now he’s in your kitchen with you and Logan.

“Kidding, I’ve been listening to you two fuck all week. You-” He puts a finger in your chest, “-are a real freak. And I thought I was a dirty dog, you are really something else.”

“Fuck off, Wade.” Logan said, seems like the mere presence of Wade turned him off.

“And you, I don’t even know what to say to you- You think you know a guy, live with him for a year and he just doesn’t tell you he’s an omega, that's considered extremely rude in most places. You don’t have to worry about anyone else being surprised, I’m pretty sure they heard you begging for Y/n sweet, succulent dick all the way in Europe.”

You stood, grabbing your keys off the counter- you were not staying and watching Wade get torn to shreds.

You turned to Logan to see that he was thoroughly pissed off.

“Don't get blood on my floor.” You kissed his cheek, knowing it was very likely  that he was going to get blood on every surface. “Have fun.”

You walked away, hearing a loud thump behind you and deciding that you weren’t going to pay it any attention, even as Wade’s high pitched screams met your ears. Reaching the front door you saw it in pieces again. That was a problem for later, for now you needed to get to work and attempt to explain to your manager why you’ve been MIA.

Request are open

Yk That trend where people jump into a random persons car and hop’s on the owner in the driver seat’s lap to make their ex whether a friend or lover jealous? Well that trend but as payment as to not kick them out of their car reader requires said character to let them fuck them in response! Who would be in this situation and what way would they be fucked.

-Souya’s anon lover

I actually don't know that trend, but I like your spin on it heehee. I'll stick to tokyo rev, genshin, HSR, and BSD characters for this.

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Who ends up bouncing on your dick right there in the car:

HANMA, Kazutora, Souya, Aether, TARTAGLIA, Dottore, Furina, Venti, Wriothesley, CAELUS, Jing Yuan, Jingliu, Nikolai, Mori, Ranpo

Who ends up getting bred in missionary/mating press in your house:

Baji, Draken, Kakucho, Rindou, MIKEY, Capitano, Baizhu, Zhongli, Scaramouche, XIAO, LYNEY, KAVEH, BLADE, Kafka, Welt Yang, Jiaoqiu, CHUUYA, Sigma, Verlaine, Fyodor

Who ends up giving you a blowjob/handjob in a public bathroom/an alley:

Chifuyu, Nahoya, Ran, Kisaki, Sanzu, Shion, GAMING, Alhaitham, Sethos, Arlecchino, Ororon, Firefly, BOOTHILL, Atsushi, Fukuzawa