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A Birthday to Remember

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader x Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

genre: smut

words: 4,855

summary: It's readers birthday and Simon and Johnny make it special.

warnings: nothing, just pure smut with some fluff

The morning light filtered through the thick curtains of Ghost’s flat, casting a soft golden hue over the plush bedding where you lay nestled between your partners. The scent of their combined presence—leather, spice, and something distinctly them—wrapped around you like the most precious gift. Your birthday had only just begun, and they were determined to make it a day you wouldn’t forget. 

“Morning, love,” Johnny murmured, his deep brogue thick with sleep, slipping into Gaelic as he spoke. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you against his broad chest as he nuzzled into your neck. “How’s my wee lass feelin’ today, mo ghràdh?” 

You smiled, stretching slightly against them. "Perfect," you murmured, your voice still heavy with sleep. "Best way to wake up on my birthday." Before you could say more, Ghost’s low, rumbling voice joined in from behind. “She’s feeling spoiled,” he predicted, his large hand sliding over your hip in a slow, possessive stroke. “And we’re only getting started.” 

They made sure you stayed in bed, tucked beneath the softest sheets while they took over the kitchen. The rich scent of freshly brewed tea mixed with the warmth of frying bacon and buttery pastries. When they returned, Ghost carried a tray laden with your favorite breakfast, while Soap followed behind with a small, elegantly wrapped box. 

Your heart swelled at the effort they had put into making this special for you. Growing up, birthdays had never been a big deal—your father and his wife barely acknowledged them, and over time, you stopped expecting anything at all. So when Soap and Ghost made it clear that they wanted to celebrate you, to make this day truly special, you were surprised, touched in a way you hadn’t expected. "You two really went all out," you said, running your fingers over the delicate wrapping. "I love it." The food was perfect—fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, fresh fruit, and just the way you liked your eggs. Every bite was accompanied by soft murmurs of appreciation from them, gentle kisses pressed to your temple and shoulder. 

And then came the presents. 

Ghost set down a sleek, velvet-lined box before you. When you lifted the lid, a delicate necklace with a small pendant gleamed under the soft lighting��a subtle claim, a mark of devotion. “To remind you that you’re ours,” he said simply, watching your reaction with those piercing eyes of his. 

Soap, ever the showman, produced an entirely different kind of gift—an exquisite set of silk and lace lingerie, in the color he swore looked best on you. “I couldn’t resist, mo chridhe,” he admitted with a cheeky grin. “Thought it’d be a nice way to end the night.” 

After breakfast and presents, they whisked you away for a cozy day out. Bundled up in warm layers, the three of you strolled through the city streets, exploring quaint bookshops and sipping hot chocolate from a small café tucked away in a quiet alley. Soap insisted on taking you ice skating at the local rink, laughing as he tried to keep his balance while Ghost, ever steady, kept a firm grip on your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. The afternoon was filled with laughter, playful teasing, and the warmth of their presence. 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they led you to a charming little restaurant, the atmosphere intimate and welcoming. The three of you settled into a cozy booth, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the table as you perused the menu. 

"Everything looks amazing," you mused, glancing between them. "What are you two getting?" 

Soap leaned back, smirking. "Think I’ll go for the steak. What about you, mo ghràdh?" 

Ghost studied the menu in his usual quiet way before answering. "Lamb for me. And you?" 

You hummed, tapping a finger against your chin. "Maybe the roasted chicken... or should I get the pasta?" 

"Go for both," Ghost suggested smoothly, one hand resting against your thigh. "It’s your day. Whatever you want, you get." 

Soap grinned. "Aye, we’ll just eat whatever you don’t finish. Though I doubt there’ll be much left once you see how good it is." 

The conversation flowed easily as the meal arrived, warm plates filling the space between you. Between bites, Soap entertained you with a story about one of his more ridiculous training exercises, his animated gestures making you laugh. Ghost, ever the observer, watched with fond amusement, adding in the occasional dry remark that made Soap swat at his arm. 

At one point, Ghost reached across the table, brushing a crumb from the corner of your lips with his thumb. "Not used to this, are you?" he observed quietly, his eyes scanning your expression. 

You shook your head slightly, offering a small smile. "Not really. Birthdays were never a big thing for me growing up. It was just another day." 

Soap frowned, setting his fork down. "Tha sin searbh, mo chridhe. Should've never been like that." 

Ghost’s hand rested against your thigh, warm and grounding. "Well, that changes now. From here on out, you get the kind of birthdays you deserve." 

Your chest tightened with emotion, the warmth of their care wrapping around you like a shield. "You two are ridiculous," you murmured, but your smile gave you away. "And I love you for it."  

Soap suddenly smirked, turning toward Ghost. "We should toast to that, eh?" 

Ghost rolled his eyes but picked up his glass, clinking it against yours and Soap’s. "To spoiling our girl," he murmured, taking a sip. 

Soap leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to Ghost’s cheek before catching his lips in a brief but undeniably possessive kiss. "And to us," he added with a grin. 

You felt warmth spread through you as you watched them, a smile tugging at your lips. "Best birthday ever," you murmured, and they both turned their attention back to you, making it clear the night was far from over. 

Soap’s fingers traced slow circles over the back of your hand. "Aye, but the night’s no’ over yet, mo ghràdh. We've still got somethin’ special planned for ye." 

Ghost nodded, his thumb brushing idly against your thigh. "You didn’t think we’d let your birthday end without a proper send-off, did you?" 

You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eye. "And what exactly do you two have planned?" 

Soap smirked, exchanging a glance with Ghost. "Let’s just say, mo chridhe, you’ll be ending the night feelin’ just as spoiled as when you woke up. And I expect ye to be wearin’ that lingerie I got ye, ‘cause it’d be a shame not to see you in it." A candlelit dinner was the perfect way to wind down, their hands never far from yours as they made sure you had everything you wanted. 

The day was spent wrapped in warmth and comfort. They kept you close, fingers intertwined, kisses stolen whenever they pleased. They had nowhere else to be, no responsibilities other than making sure you were happy, well-fed, and absolutely drenched in their love. 

By evening, the flat was dimly lit, candles flickering against the sleek, dark interiors of Ghost’s home. The air had shifted—no longer playful but something heavier, laced with intent. The heat in their gazes sent a slow shiver through you as you stood between them. "And what exactly does this final present involve?" you teased, breath catching when Ghost traced a finger along your jaw. 

Soap’s lips curled into a slow grin, his hands sliding down your sides and pulling you closer. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough, mo ghràdh,” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation. “But first, we need you to feel every bit of the love we’ve been saving for you.”  

Soap’s hands slid down your sides, resting at your hips, pulling you flush against his firm body. “It’s about time we do, mo luaidh,” he murmured, voice laced with promise. 

The intensity between you heightened, and you allowed them to guide you toward the bedroom, where the soft flicker of candlelight danced across the walls. With a shared glance, Soap and Ghost exchanged quiet commands. "Go on, lass," Soap urged, his thumb brushing over your lips with a gentle, teasing touch. "Get changed. We want to see you in what we got you." 

The lingerie he had chosen lay on the bed, delicate silk and lace in shades that made your heart race. You slipped out of your clothes slowly, feeling their eyes on you as you dressed in the seductive ensemble. The fabric clung to your skin, every inch of it a whisper of luxury, and as you turned to face them, you caught the raw hunger in their gazes. 

Ghost’s low voice broke the silence. “You look breathtaking, Luvie,” he rasped, his tone thick with desire. “Now, let us spoil you properly.” 

Ghost sat casually on the couch, his long, muscular legs spread out comfortably, the weight of his imposing figure adding an undeniable presence to the room. His balaclava remained in place, but the edge of his black button-up shirt was slightly open at the collar, revealing the tension in his shoulders and the intricate tattoos decorating his forearms, a subtle reminder of his ruggedness.  

One arm rested across the back of the couch, his fingers occasionally tapping against the fabric as his eyes, cold and calculating beneath his balaclava, remained fixed on you. 

Soap, on the other hand, leaned casually against the armrest of the couch, his mohawk styled with a hint of messiness that only added to his charm. The eyeshadow around his eyes gave him a bold, almost mischievous look, his white button-up shirt hanging open at the collar, revealing a patch of chest hair that contrasted with his fair skin.  

He was the picture of relaxed confidence, one leg draped casually over the other, his posture easy but laced with an undeniable tension—he was the playful contrast to Ghost’s brooding demeanor. He shot you a knowing grin, his hands occasionally running through his mohawk as he watched you, eyes glittering with something more than just desire. 

————— 

The air between you and your partners felt electric, thick with anticipation. Ghost’s gaze never left you, his body languid but alert, exuding quiet dominance in every movement. The dim lighting accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw, hidden beneath the balaclava, but it was the weight of his stare that made you shiver. Every glance was a silent command, a promise of what was to come. 

Soap, on the other hand, was all energy and warmth, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. He leaned forward, his voice low and teasing as he broke the silence. “C’mon, mo ghràdh,” he purred, his fingers brushing the back of your hand. “We’ve been waitin’ all day. Don’t keep us waitin’ any longer.” 

Your breath hitched as Soap’s lips curled into a smirk, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. His hand slid to your waist, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your lingerie. “You’re looking even better than I imagined,” he murmured, voice thick with desire, the words sending a tremor through you. “But we want to see it all.” 

Ghost’s voice was a low growl from across the room, his hand still resting on the couch beside him, but the tension in his posture was undeniable. He was watching Soap’s every move, his piercing eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite read. “Touch her, Johnny, and you better make it count,” he warned softly, but the command in his voice was unmistakable. There was an undercurrent of something possessive in his words, something that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. 

Soap chuckled, the sound warm and dark. “Don’t worry, LT. I plan on makin’ it unforgettable,” he replied before turning his attention back to you, cupping your face with his hands, tilting your head just enough to kiss you deeply, his lips warm and insistent. His tongue danced with yours, teasing, exploring, but never rushing. The kiss was an invitation—a slow burn that had your body responding with a growing heat. 

Meanwhile, Ghost’s gaze never faltered, and you could feel the intensity of it as he observed. You couldn’t help but glance back at him, your lips still tingling from Soap’s kiss. Ghost gave you a sharp nod, his fingers twitching slightly as though he was battling some internal struggle. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his chest and those tattoos that spoke of battles fought and won. 

His voice was hushed but thick with the promise of what was to come. “I won’t wait forever, love,” he murmured, his hands now resting on his knees as he leaned back, stretching slightly, his muscles shifting under his skin, like a predator about to pounce. “You’re ours. Let us show you what that means.” 

Soap’s lips brushed over your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Ready, mo chridhe?” he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver through you. “Let us spoil you like you deserve.” 

You could feel the warmth of both their bodies now, Soap’s body pressed against yours, his hands gliding down to your waist as he pulled you closer. You felt the weight of Ghost’s stare still on you, the heat of it never leaving. His fingers drummed slowly against the couch as he waited, the space between his commands and his actions building the tension even more. 

Your heart raced, and you knew you were ready—ready to let them show you just how much they cared, how much they were willing to give you. The evening had only just begun, and you were already lost in them, in the way they made you feel cherished, desired, and completely adored. 

——————— 

The tension in the room shifted as Soap’s hands gently guided you backward, the soft pressure of his palms on your back as he slowly lowered you onto the bed. His movements were steady and purposeful, every action calculated to make you feel safe and cared for. His lips hovered above yours for a brief moment before he pressed a soft kiss against them, tender yet filled with the promise of more. 

“Rest back, mo ghràdh,” Soap murmured, his voice low, reassuring. His fingers traced along your sides, pulling the delicate lace of your lingerie gently, as if savoring the way it clung to you. The weight of his body followed as he leaned over you, his presence surrounding you like a warm blanket. He settled beside you, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze never wavering from your face. 

You met his eyes, feeling a flutter in your chest as the intensity of the moment grew. The room, with its dim light and the faint hum of the world outside, suddenly felt small, cozy, like it was just the two of you in the universe. The way Soap looked at you made your heart race, a mixture of affection and something deeper—something primal, something that only an Alpha like him could bring out. 

Meanwhile, Ghost went to stand beside the bed, his figure a quiet, looming presence. His mask remained in place, but the way he watched you, the way his posture was so controlled yet full of intent, made your pulse quicken. He didn’t need to speak—his silence said more than any words could. He was waiting, watching, letting Soap take the lead for now but ready to step in when the moment called for it. 

Johnny’s lips found your neck, his kisses tender and slow, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh.  

“Mmm, John, you feel so good.” You moan out as he grinds against you.  

“Aye, and I’ve only just begun, mo ghràdh,” Soap’s voice was a low growl, full of desire, the words leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking with yours. “I want to worship every inch of ye.”  

As Soap's kisses trailed down your neck, his hands began to explore, sliding to your covered breasts and down to thighs. His touch was electric, and you arched into him, craving more. Ghost, ever watchful, stepped closer, his presence a silent demand for attention.  

“Let me,” Ghost murmured, his voice low and commanding.  

You shivered as he took Johnny’s place, his fingers brushing against Soap's. There was a silent communication between the two men, a wordless understanding, as they both sought to pleasure you.  

Soap's hands moved to unhook your bra, his fingers deft and sure, while Ghost's lips trailed down your neck, his kisses sending shock waves of pleasure through your body.  

Simon’s breath hot against your skin as he leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, his teeth gently grazing it, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.  

Ghost's hands cupped your other breast, his thumbs teasing the nipple, making you moan with pleasure. You were lost in a haze of sensation, your body on fire with desire. Soap's mouth left a trail of kisses down your stomach, his hands sliding down to your underwear, while Ghost's lips claimed your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with yours, his hands holding your face gently as if you were something precious.  

And you were, both you and Johnny were precious to him, but with you it was different. He’s often rough around the edges and was mean to people, pushing them away with his distant demeanor and biting words. He’s the kind of man who prefers solitude, letting no one in, keeping a wall of coldness between himself and the rest of the world. 

But then there’s you. You, who walk into his life like a soft, gentle presence, an angel who somehow slips through the cracks in his armor. With you, Simon is different. The usual harshness fades, replaced by a quiet tenderness that he only shows you. His words, usually so blunt, soften around you, and when he looks at you, there's something in his eyes that isn’t there with anyone else — a mix of admiration, protectiveness, and a vulnerability he can’t seem to hide. 

You’re his sanctuary, his safe place, the one person he feels he can let his guard down with. He wants to shield you from the world, to protect you like something precious, because in his eyes, you are. You make him feel things he’s spent years burying, emotions that are as raw and unfiltered as the man himself. To him, you’re not just someone he wants by his side; you’re the one thing that makes him feel human again. 

———— 

Ghost positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.  

“I want to watch, I want to see you come apart for us.” Simon said watching you with his intense brown eyes. He sits down on the chair in front of the bed. 

Johnny nodded, doing as he was told. His hands traveled lower, sliding under your panties, his fingers finding your wetness and stroking you with slow, deliberate movements. Ghost's eyes darkened as he watched, his breath coming in sharp rasps.  

“Please, I need to cum.” You moan out as your legs begin to shake due to the pleasure building up. 

“Impatient, are we? Well, I've got a treat for ye’.”  

With that, Johnny shifted, moving down your body until his head was between your thighs. He ripped apart your panties, and you felt his breath on your sensitive flesh, and then his tongue, hot and wet, stroked you in long, slow licks. You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, as he teased and tormented you with his skilled mouth.  

Soap's fingers joined his tongue, his thumb circling your clit as he sucked and licked, driving you higher and higher. Your pleasure built, a crescendo of sensations, until you were on the edge, teetering on the brink of release.  

“Ghost, please. I need you.” You turned to Ghost. 

Ghost didn't hesitate. He moved to kneel beside you, his hands gentle as he caressed your face.  

“What is it, luvie? You want to cum?” he asked petting your soft cheek. 

His words were all it took. You cried out, your body convulsing as pleasure washed over you in wave after wave. Soap continued to lap at your core, drawing out your orgasm, while Ghost held you, his touch soothing and possessive.  

As your tremors subsided, Soap moved up your body, his lips finding yours in a deep, possessive kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the thought only heightened your arousal. Ghost, ever attentive, began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were performing a ritual.  

Johnny leaned back, propping himself up on one elbow, his body still warm beside yours. He reached for a bottle of water on the nightstand and offered it to you with a lazy smile. 

“You look like you need this,” he said, his voice still thick with desire. 

You accepted, taking a long drink, realizing just how thirsty you’d been. The cool water slid down your throat, refreshing and grounding. You wiped your mouth and leaned back against the pillows, catching your breath. 

After a few seconds, you were ready to get back into it as you watched Simon undress. 

You reached for him, your hands trembling as you traced the tattoos, burn scars, and the light chest hair that adorned his muscular chest and arms. His skin was warm and rough, and you felt thrilled at exploring this powerful man. Ghost's eyes closed briefly at your touch, his breath catching, and you knew you had the power to affect him, too.  

You leaned in, pushing up his mask, your lips finding him in a tentative kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding, and he tasted of desire and something wild. You kissed him deeply, your hands exploring his body, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving him in all of his glory. 

Soap, after taking a sip of water, let out a low whistle. "Look at ye, big man. Tryin’ to put on a show for us?" 

Ghost rolled his shoulders, kneeling on the bed with a smirk. "If you’re gonna stare, might as well come over and touch." 

Soap grinned, squeezing your right breast. "Aye, but it’s different when we’re gettin’ to enjoy the view together. Not every day we get treated to a sight like this, eh?" 

Your cheeks warmed as your gaze roamed over Ghost’s form, your lips parting slightly. "Definitely not complaining," you murmured, voice teasing but laced with admiration. 

“Good.” Ghost said, placing himself between your legs. He starts jerking his cock. It was a beautiful sight, the head glistening with pre-come, and you couldn't help but sit back up on your knees to lean in, your breath ghosting over the tip.  

“Ah, that’s it, Luvie, wet my cock,” 

You didn't need to be asked twice. You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you sucked him deep. Ghost's hands tightened in your hair, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic thrust as he fucked your mouth.  

“Your mouth feels like heaven.” your mouth started working on him faster, your hands stroking his length until he was panting and cursing, his body rigid with pleasure. Soap, ever watchful, moved to kneel behind you, his hands sliding under your thighs, lifting you slightly.  

“We want to feel ya’ lass. Both of us, inside ya’. Johnny said as he rubs your clit. 

You moaned, your body aching with need as Soap positioned himself at your entrance. Ghost, still pulsing from your mouth, leans forward to grab Soap’s cock. 

Your body welcomed Soap's thick length as he slid into you, filling you with a delicious fullness. At the same time, you took Ghost into your mouth again, sucking him deep, you went back and forth in a rhythm that matched Soap's slow, wet, and steady thrusts.  

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good, lass. So tight.” Johnny moans out from behind you. Slapping noises fill the room as his thrusts begin to quicken up. Ghost's hands tightened on your hair, his hips moving in time with Soap's, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth in a wet, sensual dance. Simon’s pubic hair brushes against your nose as you suck his entire length. You could feel their pleasure, their desire, and it only heightened your own.  

“Mmm, feelings fucking amazing, Love.” Simon rang praises through the air. 

Soap's hands gripped your hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each stroke, his balls slapping against your clit making the pleasure intensify even more. Ghost pulled out of your mouth and his lips found yours, his kiss possessive and hungry. 

“I’m close, so close.” Soap grunts out, his grip on your waist tightening. 

“Go ahead, cum inside of her.” Ghost demands as he starts fucking your throat again. 

Your body convulsed around Soap's cock as your orgasm crashed over you. Soap cried out, his body tensing as he filled you with his warmth, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Ghost followed, his body shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing in your mouth, his taste flooding your senses. You savored the moment, your body humming with pleasure, as the three of you lay entangled, breathless, and sated.  

After around 15 mins of recovery, Simon's hand trailed down your spine, sending a shiver through you. "You're not done yet, Angel," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He guided you to straddle him, his cock hard and ready. You lowered yourself onto him, feeling him fill you up, stretching you most deliciously. 

Soap layed beside Ghost to watch your ride his cock, his hands running over your breasts and down to your clit. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He ran his fingers through your cunt, bringing you closer to the edge.  

Simon's hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you rode him. You grab onto his massive biceps, as he thrusts up and down. The way his muscles clenched was so hot, it turned you on more.  

"That's it, lass. Ride him," Soap urged, his voice rough with desire. 

The room was filled with the sound of your moans, skin slapping and mingling with the heavy breathing of the two men. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with every thrust. Simon's grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Fuck, you feel so good around my cock," he groaned, his voice muffled by the mask. 

Soap's fingers continued to work their magic, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for us," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His words sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cried out, your body shaking as you came. 

Simon wasn't far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. With a final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside you. You could feel his hot cum filling you up, a sensation that sent another wave of pleasure through your body. 

Simon pulled out once his cock softened inside you, and the three of you lay next to each other on the bed. 

————— 

Afterward, tangled in the sheets, with their scent surrounding you, a lazy warmth settled over your limbs. Ghost pressed a kiss to your forehead, his usually sharp eyes softened in the dim light. "You alright, luvie?" 

You hummed in contentment, curling into Soap’s side as he traced absent patterns over your back. "More than alright," you murmured, voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. 

Soap chuckled, reaching over to brush damp hair from your face. "Tired, mo chridhe? We might’ve overdone it a wee bit." 

"Might’ve?" You gave a breathless laugh, stretching your sore muscles. "I don’t think I can move." 

Ghost smirked, running a soothing hand down your thigh. "Then don’t. We’ve got you." 

Soap pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping from the bed, and padding toward the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth, his touch gentle as he cleaned you up. "Let’s get you comfortable, mo ghràdh." 

Ghost tugged you closer, wrapping you up in the thick duvet as Soap joined you again, pulling you against his chest. "Next year, we’re topping this," he murmured into your hair. 

You let out a sleepy chuckle, warmth flooding your chest at their care. "You two are impossible." 

Ghost kissed the top of your head, his voice a soft rasp. "And you love us for it." 

[loganbcrnes]

A Birthday to Remember

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader x Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

genre: smut

words: 4,855

summary: It's readers birthday and Simon and Johnny make it special.

warnings: nothing, just pure smut with some fluff

The morning light filtered through the thick curtains of Ghost’s flat, casting a soft golden hue over the plush bedding where you lay nestled between your partners. The scent of their combined presence—leather, spice, and something distinctly them—wrapped around you like the most precious gift. Your birthday had only just begun, and they were determined to make it a day you wouldn’t forget. 

“Morning, love,” Johnny murmured, his deep brogue thick with sleep, slipping into Gaelic as he spoke. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you against his broad chest as he nuzzled into your neck. “How’s my wee lass feelin’ today, mo ghràdh?” 

You smiled, stretching slightly against them. "Perfect," you murmured, your voice still heavy with sleep. "Best way to wake up on my birthday." Before you could say more, Ghost’s low, rumbling voice joined in from behind. “She’s feeling spoiled,” he predicted, his large hand sliding over your hip in a slow, possessive stroke. “And we’re only getting started.” 

They made sure you stayed in bed, tucked beneath the softest sheets while they took over the kitchen. The rich scent of freshly brewed tea mixed with the warmth of frying bacon and buttery pastries. When they returned, Ghost carried a tray laden with your favorite breakfast, while Soap followed behind with a small, elegantly wrapped box. 

Your heart swelled at the effort they had put into making this special for you. Growing up, birthdays had never been a big deal—your father and his wife barely acknowledged them, and over time, you stopped expecting anything at all. So when Soap and Ghost made it clear that they wanted to celebrate you, to make this day truly special, you were surprised, touched in a way you hadn’t expected. "You two really went all out," you said, running your fingers over the delicate wrapping. "I love it." The food was perfect—fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, fresh fruit, and just the way you liked your eggs. Every bite was accompanied by soft murmurs of appreciation from them, gentle kisses pressed to your temple and shoulder. 

And then came the presents. 

Ghost set down a sleek, velvet-lined box before you. When you lifted the lid, a delicate necklace with a small pendant gleamed under the soft lighting—a subtle claim, a mark of devotion. “To remind you that you’re ours,” he said simply, watching your reaction with those piercing eyes of his. 

Soap, ever the showman, produced an entirely different kind of gift—an exquisite set of silk and lace lingerie, in the color he swore looked best on you. “I couldn’t resist, mo chridhe,” he admitted with a cheeky grin. “Thought it’d be a nice way to end the night.” 

After breakfast and presents, they whisked you away for a cozy day out. Bundled up in warm layers, the three of you strolled through the city streets, exploring quaint bookshops and sipping hot chocolate from a small café tucked away in a quiet alley. Soap insisted on taking you ice skating at the local rink, laughing as he tried to keep his balance while Ghost, ever steady, kept a firm grip on your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. The afternoon was filled with laughter, playful teasing, and the warmth of their presence. 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they led you to a charming little restaurant, the atmosphere intimate and welcoming. The three of you settled into a cozy booth, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the table as you perused the menu. 

"Everything looks amazing," you mused, glancing between them. "What are you two getting?" 

Soap leaned back, smirking. "Think I’ll go for the steak. What about you, mo ghràdh?" 

Ghost studied the menu in his usual quiet way before answering. "Lamb for me. And you?" 

You hummed, tapping a finger against your chin. "Maybe the roasted chicken... or should I get the pasta?" 

"Go for both," Ghost suggested smoothly, one hand resting against your thigh. "It’s your day. Whatever you want, you get." 

Soap grinned. "Aye, we’ll just eat whatever you don’t finish. Though I doubt there’ll be much left once you see how good it is." 

The conversation flowed easily as the meal arrived, warm plates filling the space between you. Between bites, Soap entertained you with a story about one of his more ridiculous training exercises, his animated gestures making you laugh. Ghost, ever the observer, watched with fond amusement, adding in the occasional dry remark that made Soap swat at his arm. 

At one point, Ghost reached across the table, brushing a crumb from the corner of your lips with his thumb. "Not used to this, are you?" he observed quietly, his eyes scanning your expression. 

You shook your head slightly, offering a small smile. "Not really. Birthdays were never a big thing for me growing up. It was just another day." 

Soap frowned, setting his fork down. "Tha sin searbh, mo chridhe. Should've never been like that." 

Ghost’s hand rested against your thigh, warm and grounding. "Well, that changes now. From here on out, you get the kind of birthdays you deserve." 

Your chest tightened with emotion, the warmth of their care wrapping around you like a shield. "You two are ridiculous," you murmured, but your smile gave you away. "And I love you for it."  

Soap suddenly smirked, turning toward Ghost. "We should toast to that, eh?" 

Ghost rolled his eyes but picked up his glass, clinking it against yours and Soap’s. "To spoiling our girl," he murmured, taking a sip. 

Soap leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to Ghost’s cheek before catching his lips in a brief but undeniably possessive kiss. "And to us," he added with a grin. 

You felt warmth spread through you as you watched them, a smile tugging at your lips. "Best birthday ever," you murmured, and they both turned their attention back to you, making it clear the night was far from over. 

Soap’s fingers traced slow circles over the back of your hand. "Aye, but the night’s no’ over yet, mo ghràdh. We've still got somethin’ special planned for ye." 

Ghost nodded, his thumb brushing idly against your thigh. "You didn’t think we’d let your birthday end without a proper send-off, did you?" 

You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eye. "And what exactly do you two have planned?" 

Soap smirked, exchanging a glance with Ghost. "Let’s just say, mo chridhe, you’ll be ending the night feelin’ just as spoiled as when you woke up. And I expect ye to be wearin’ that lingerie I got ye, ‘cause it’d be a shame not to see you in it." A candlelit dinner was the perfect way to wind down, their hands never far from yours as they made sure you had everything you wanted. 

The day was spent wrapped in warmth and comfort. They kept you close, fingers intertwined, kisses stolen whenever they pleased. They had nowhere else to be, no responsibilities other than making sure you were happy, well-fed, and absolutely drenched in their love. 

By evening, the flat was dimly lit, candles flickering against the sleek, dark interiors of Ghost’s home. The air had shifted—no longer playful but something heavier, laced with intent. The heat in their gazes sent a slow shiver through you as you stood between them. "And what exactly does this final present involve?" you teased, breath catching when Ghost traced a finger along your jaw. 

Soap’s lips curled into a slow grin, his hands sliding down your sides and pulling you closer. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough, mo ghràdh,” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation. “But first, we need you to feel every bit of the love we’ve been saving for you.”  

Soap’s hands slid down your sides, resting at your hips, pulling you flush against his firm body. “It’s about time we do, mo luaidh,” he murmured, voice laced with promise. 

The intensity between you heightened, and you allowed them to guide you toward the bedroom, where the soft flicker of candlelight danced across the walls. With a shared glance, Soap and Ghost exchanged quiet commands. "Go on, lass," Soap urged, his thumb brushing over your lips with a gentle, teasing touch. "Get changed. We want to see you in what we got you." 

The lingerie he had chosen lay on the bed, delicate silk and lace in shades that made your heart race. You slipped out of your clothes slowly, feeling their eyes on you as you dressed in the seductive ensemble. The fabric clung to your skin, every inch of it a whisper of luxury, and as you turned to face them, you caught the raw hunger in their gazes. 

Ghost’s low voice broke the silence. “You look breathtaking, Luvie,” he rasped, his tone thick with desire. “Now, let us spoil you properly.” 

Ghost sat casually on the couch, his long, muscular legs spread out comfortably, the weight of his imposing figure adding an undeniable presence to the room. His balaclava remained in place, but the edge of his black button-up shirt was slightly open at the collar, revealing the tension in his shoulders and the intricate tattoos decorating his forearms, a subtle reminder of his ruggedness.  

One arm rested across the back of the couch, his fingers occasionally tapping against the fabric as his eyes, cold and calculating beneath his balaclava, remained fixed on you. 

Soap, on the other hand, leaned casually against the armrest of the couch, his mohawk styled with a hint of messiness that only added to his charm. The eyeshadow around his eyes gave him a bold, almost mischievous look, his white button-up shirt hanging open at the collar, revealing a patch of chest hair that contrasted with his fair skin.  

He was the picture of relaxed confidence, one leg draped casually over the other, his posture easy but laced with an undeniable tension—he was the playful contrast to Ghost’s brooding demeanor. He shot you a knowing grin, his hands occasionally running through his mohawk as he watched you, eyes glittering with something more than just desire. 

————— 

The air between you and your partners felt electric, thick with anticipation. Ghost’s gaze never left you, his body languid but alert, exuding quiet dominance in every movement. The dim lighting accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw, hidden beneath the balaclava, but it was the weight of his stare that made you shiver. Every glance was a silent command, a promise of what was to come. 

Soap, on the other hand, was all energy and warmth, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. He leaned forward, his voice low and teasing as he broke the silence. “C’mon, mo ghràdh,” he purred, his fingers brushing the back of your hand. “We’ve been waitin’ all day. Don’t keep us waitin’ any longer.” 

Your breath hitched as Soap’s lips curled into a smirk, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. His hand slid to your waist, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your lingerie. “You’re looking even better than I imagined,” he murmured, voice thick with desire, the words sending a tremor through you. “But we want to see it all.” 

Ghost’s voice was a low growl from across the room, his hand still resting on the couch beside him, but the tension in his posture was undeniable. He was watching Soap’s every move, his piercing eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite read. “Touch her, Johnny, and you better make it count,” he warned softly, but the command in his voice was unmistakable. There was an undercurrent of something possessive in his words, something that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. 

Soap chuckled, the sound warm and dark. “Don’t worry, LT. I plan on makin’ it unforgettable,” he replied before turning his attention back to you, cupping your face with his hands, tilting your head just enough to kiss you deeply, his lips warm and insistent. His tongue danced with yours, teasing, exploring, but never rushing. The kiss was an invitation—a slow burn that had your body responding with a growing heat. 

Meanwhile, Ghost’s gaze never faltered, and you could feel the intensity of it as he observed. You couldn’t help but glance back at him, your lips still tingling from Soap’s kiss. Ghost gave you a sharp nod, his fingers twitching slightly as though he was battling some internal struggle. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his chest and those tattoos that spoke of battles fought and won. 

His voice was hushed but thick with the promise of what was to come. “I won’t wait forever, love,” he murmured, his hands now resting on his knees as he leaned back, stretching slightly, his muscles shifting under his skin, like a predator about to pounce. “You’re ours. Let us show you what that means.” 

Soap’s lips brushed over your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Ready, mo chridhe?” he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver through you. “Let us spoil you like you deserve.” 

You could feel the warmth of both their bodies now, Soap’s body pressed against yours, his hands gliding down to your waist as he pulled you closer. You felt the weight of Ghost’s stare still on you, the heat of it never leaving. His fingers drummed slowly against the couch as he waited, the space between his commands and his actions building the tension even more. 

Your heart raced, and you knew you were ready—ready to let them show you just how much they cared, how much they were willing to give you. The evening had only just begun, and you were already lost in them, in the way they made you feel cherished, desired, and completely adored. 

——————— 

The tension in the room shifted as Soap’s hands gently guided you backward, the soft pressure of his palms on your back as he slowly lowered you onto the bed. His movements were steady and purposeful, every action calculated to make you feel safe and cared for. His lips hovered above yours for a brief moment before he pressed a soft kiss against them, tender yet filled with the promise of more. 

“Rest back, mo ghràdh,” Soap murmured, his voice low, reassuring. His fingers traced along your sides, pulling the delicate lace of your lingerie gently, as if savoring the way it clung to you. The weight of his body followed as he leaned over you, his presence surrounding you like a warm blanket. He settled beside you, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze never wavering from your face. 

You met his eyes, feeling a flutter in your chest as the intensity of the moment grew. The room, with its dim light and the faint hum of the world outside, suddenly felt small, cozy, like it was just the two of you in the universe. The way Soap looked at you made your heart race, a mixture of affection and something deeper—something primal, something that only an Alpha like him could bring out. 

Meanwhile, Ghost went to stand beside the bed, his figure a quiet, looming presence. His mask remained in place, but the way he watched you, the way his posture was so controlled yet full of intent, made your pulse quicken. He didn’t need to speak—his silence said more than any words could. He was waiting, watching, letting Soap take the lead for now but ready to step in when the moment called for it. 

Johnny’s lips found your neck, his kisses tender and slow, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh.  

“Mmm, John, you feel so good.” You moan out as he grinds against you.  

“Aye, and I’ve only just begun, mo ghràdh,” Soap’s voice was a low growl, full of desire, the words leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking with yours. “I want to worship every inch of ye.”  

As Soap's kisses trailed down your neck, his hands began to explore, sliding to your covered breasts and down to thighs. His touch was electric, and you arched into him, craving more. Ghost, ever watchful, stepped closer, his presence a silent demand for attention.  

“Let me,” Ghost murmured, his voice low and commanding.  

You shivered as he took Johnny’s place, his fingers brushing against Soap's. There was a silent communication between the two men, a wordless understanding, as they both sought to pleasure you.  

Soap's hands moved to unhook your bra, his fingers deft and sure, while Ghost's lips trailed down your neck, his kisses sending shock waves of pleasure through your body.  

Simon’s breath hot against your skin as he leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, his teeth gently grazing it, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.  

Ghost's hands cupped your other breast, his thumbs teasing the nipple, making you moan with pleasure. You were lost in a haze of sensation, your body on fire with desire. Soap's mouth left a trail of kisses down your stomach, his hands sliding down to your underwear, while Ghost's lips claimed your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with yours, his hands holding your face gently as if you were something precious.  

And you were, both you and Johnny were precious to him, but with you it was different. He’s often rough around the edges and was mean to people, pushing them away with his distant demeanor and biting words. He’s the kind of man who prefers solitude, letting no one in, keeping a wall of coldness between himself and the rest of the world. 

But then there’s you. You, who walk into his life like a soft, gentle presence, an angel who somehow slips through the cracks in his armor. With you, Simon is different. The usual harshness fades, replaced by a quiet tenderness that he only shows you. His words, usually so blunt, soften around you, and when he looks at you, there's something in his eyes that isn’t there with anyone else — a mix of admiration, protectiveness, and a vulnerability he can’t seem to hide. 

You’re his sanctuary, his safe place, the one person he feels he can let his guard down with. He wants to shield you from the world, to protect you like something precious, because in his eyes, you are. You make him feel things he’s spent years burying, emotions that are as raw and unfiltered as the man himself. To him, you’re not just someone he wants by his side; you’re the one thing that makes him feel human again. 

———— 

Ghost positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.  

“I want to watch, I want to see you come apart for us.” Simon said watching you with his intense brown eyes. He sits down on the chair in front of the bed. 

Johnny nodded, doing as he was told. His hands traveled lower, sliding under your panties, his fingers finding your wetness and stroking you with slow, deliberate movements. Ghost's eyes darkened as he watched, his breath coming in sharp rasps.  

“Please, I need to cum.” You moan out as your legs begin to shake due to the pleasure building up. 

“Impatient, are we? Well, I've got a treat for ye’.”  

With that, Johnny shifted, moving down your body until his head was between your thighs. He ripped apart your panties, and you felt his breath on your sensitive flesh, and then his tongue, hot and wet, stroked you in long, slow licks. You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, as he teased and tormented you with his skilled mouth.  

Soap's fingers joined his tongue, his thumb circling your clit as he sucked and licked, driving you higher and higher. Your pleasure built, a crescendo of sensations, until you were on the edge, teetering on the brink of release.  

“Ghost, please. I need you.” You turned to Ghost. 

Ghost didn't hesitate. He moved to kneel beside you, his hands gentle as he caressed your face.  

“What is it, luvie? You want to cum?” he asked petting your soft cheek. 

His words were all it took. You cried out, your body convulsing as pleasure washed over you in wave after wave. Soap continued to lap at your core, drawing out your orgasm, while Ghost held you, his touch soothing and possessive.  

As your tremors subsided, Soap moved up your body, his lips finding yours in a deep, possessive kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the thought only heightened your arousal. Ghost, ever attentive, began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were performing a ritual.  

Johnny leaned back, propping himself up on one elbow, his body still warm beside yours. He reached for a bottle of water on the nightstand and offered it to you with a lazy smile. 

“You look like you need this,” he said, his voice still thick with desire. 

You accepted, taking a long drink, realizing just how thirsty you’d been. The cool water slid down your throat, refreshing and grounding. You wiped your mouth and leaned back against the pillows, catching your breath. 

After a few seconds, you were ready to get back into it as you watched Simon undress. 

You reached for him, your hands trembling as you traced the tattoos, burn scars, and the light chest hair that adorned his muscular chest and arms. His skin was warm and rough, and you felt thrilled at exploring this powerful man. Ghost's eyes closed briefly at your touch, his breath catching, and you knew you had the power to affect him, too.  

You leaned in, pushing up his mask, your lips finding him in a tentative kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding, and he tasted of desire and something wild. You kissed him deeply, your hands exploring his body, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving him in all of his glory. 

Soap, after taking a sip of water, let out a low whistle. "Look at ye, big man. Tryin’ to put on a show for us?" 

Ghost rolled his shoulders, kneeling on the bed with a smirk. "If you’re gonna stare, might as well come over and touch." 

Soap grinned, squeezing your right breast. "Aye, but it’s different when we’re gettin’ to enjoy the view together. Not every day we get treated to a sight like this, eh?" 

Your cheeks warmed as your gaze roamed over Ghost’s form, your lips parting slightly. "Definitely not complaining," you murmured, voice teasing but laced with admiration. 

“Good.” Ghost said, placing himself between your legs. He starts jerking his cock. It was a beautiful sight, the head glistening with pre-come, and you couldn't help but sit back up on your knees to lean in, your breath ghosting over the tip.  

“Ah, that’s it, Luvie, wet my cock,” 

You didn't need to be asked twice. You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you sucked him deep. Ghost's hands tightened in your hair, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic thrust as he fucked your mouth.  

“Your mouth feels like heaven.” your mouth started working on him faster, your hands stroking his length until he was panting and cursing, his body rigid with pleasure. Soap, ever watchful, moved to kneel behind you, his hands sliding under your thighs, lifting you slightly.  

“We want to feel ya’ lass. Both of us, inside ya’. Johnny said as he rubs your clit. 

You moaned, your body aching with need as Soap positioned himself at your entrance. Ghost, still pulsing from your mouth, leans forward to grab Soap’s cock. 

Your body welcomed Soap's thick length as he slid into you, filling you with a delicious fullness. At the same time, you took Ghost into your mouth again, sucking him deep, you went back and forth in a rhythm that matched Soap's slow, wet, and steady thrusts.  

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good, lass. So tight.” Johnny moans out from behind you. Slapping noises fill the room as his thrusts begin to quicken up. Ghost's hands tightened on your hair, his hips moving in time with Soap's, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth in a wet, sensual dance. Simon’s pubic hair brushes against your nose as you suck his entire length. You could feel their pleasure, their desire, and it only heightened your own.  

“Mmm, feelings fucking amazing, Love.” Simon rang praises through the air. 

Soap's hands gripped your hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each stroke, his balls slapping against your clit making the pleasure intensify even more. Ghost pulled out of your mouth and his lips found yours, his kiss possessive and hungry. 

“I’m close, so close.” Soap grunts out, his grip on your waist tightening. 

“Go ahead, cum inside of her.” Ghost demands as he starts fucking your throat again. 

Your body convulsed around Soap's cock as your orgasm crashed over you. Soap cried out, his body tensing as he filled you with his warmth, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Ghost followed, his body shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing in your mouth, his taste flooding your senses. You savored the moment, your body humming with pleasure, as the three of you lay entangled, breathless, and sated.  

After around 15 mins of recovery, Simon's hand trailed down your spine, sending a shiver through you. "You're not done yet, Angel," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He guided you to straddle him, his cock hard and ready. You lowered yourself onto him, feeling him fill you up, stretching you most deliciously. 

Soap layed beside Ghost to watch your ride his cock, his hands running over your breasts and down to your clit. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He ran his fingers through your cunt, bringing you closer to the edge.  

Simon's hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you rode him. You grab onto his massive biceps, as he thrusts up and down. The way his muscles clenched was so hot, it turned you on more.  

"That's it, lass. Ride him," Soap urged, his voice rough with desire. 

The room was filled with the sound of your moans, skin slapping and mingling with the heavy breathing of the two men. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with every thrust. Simon's grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Fuck, you feel so good around my cock," he groaned, his voice muffled by the mask. 

Soap's fingers continued to work their magic, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for us," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His words sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cried out, your body shaking as you came. 

Simon wasn't far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. With a final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside you. You could feel his hot cum filling you up, a sensation that sent another wave of pleasure through your body. 

Simon pulled out once his cock softened inside you, and the three of you lay next to each other on the bed. 

————— 

Afterward, tangled in the sheets, with their scent surrounding you, a lazy warmth settled over your limbs. Ghost pressed a kiss to your forehead, his usually sharp eyes softened in the dim light. "You alright, luvie?" 

You hummed in contentment, curling into Soap’s side as he traced absent patterns over your back. "More than alright," you murmured, voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. 

Soap chuckled, reaching over to brush damp hair from your face. "Tired, mo chridhe? We might’ve overdone it a wee bit." 

"Might’ve?" You gave a breathless laugh, stretching your sore muscles. "I don’t think I can move." 

Ghost smirked, running a soothing hand down your thigh. "Then don’t. We’ve got you." 

Soap pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping from the bed, and padding toward the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth, his touch gentle as he cleaned you up. "Let’s get you comfortable, mo ghràdh." 

Ghost tugged you closer, wrapping you up in the thick duvet as Soap joined you again, pulling you against his chest. "Next year, we’re topping this," he murmured into your hair. 

You let out a sleepy chuckle, warmth flooding your chest at their care. "You two are impossible." 

Ghost kissed the top of your head, his voice a soft rasp. "And you love us for it." 

[loganbcrnes]

Hello! I have an idea for a Logan x F reader story. I’ve always thought it’d be funny if Logan got so worked up while doing the deed and he breaks the bed frame and both him and the reader laugh it off in good fun.

So sorry it took so long to write this! Enjoy!

Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x fem!reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, little bit of praise, daddy kink, hard sex, jealousy, bed gets broken, possessiveness (not toxic), body type & ethnicity isn't mentioned.

Word count: 1,662

“I was NOT flirting with him! How many times do I need to tell you that?” you scolded. “Don’t act stupid, I saw you laughing with him.” Logan grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“So what?, I work with him Lo, he just said something funny. I can’t believe you’re assuming such…thoughts, and I’m not stupid!” You look up at him. By now, you were getting annoyed. Daniel was…nice, but he was also a creep that didn’t understand you were not interested, not that were you available anyways.

“I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat” Logan had a fixed glare on his face as he kept driving. You sighed and reached your hand onto his thigh, feeling the tight muscles clench. “You know I love you, you’ve got nothing to be jealous about, maybe you shouldn't have been so busy talking to your buddies” Leaning back towards the window. Logan sucked in a breathe, he turned to face you and let out a scowl whilst shaking his head.

“Wait until we get back home Princess, I’ll show you who you belong to.” Logan grumbled darkly. You let out a quiet gasp, he words he uttered sent shocks right to your core. you loved it when Logan got possessive.

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Logan walks into the bedroom carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He places you onto the bed. "Strip down to your panties and lay down with your head over the edge," He commands, to which you immediately comply. He stands behind you while you look up at him, anticipating his next order. “What do ya’ want, Bub? Hmm? Want me to touch ya’? Fuck ya’ hard enough until your crying for me to stop? Is that what’chu want?” he caressed his thumb against your cheek. “Yes, please, daddy. I promise I’ll be good.” You begged, your breathe shaking. Logan hummed in consideration. “I really didn’t like that jerk talking to you..gonna show ya’ who ya’ belong to, bub.” His voice was so calm, it made your heart beat so fast. You watched as Logan walked to the bedside table to take out some lube, he place it beside you head. "Put your hand down your panties," Logan orders, his eyes scanning your body. "Rub that little pussy for me. Just like you were doing this morning." With a deep breath, you slip your hand past your underwear, before finding your throbbing clit and rubbing small, quick circles onto it. You watch Logan as he stripped out of his checked shirt. You bite your lip, relishing the view of his muscled body on display just for you, only you. It made your clit throb even harder to the point it nearly hurt. "That's my girl," He mumbles, your heart skipping a beat at the praise, before the delicious sound of his belt buckle opening fills your ears. "I'm giving you what you want, but you gotta give daddy what he wants too, bub." He takes out his hard thick cock and brings it to your lips. You suck on the mushroom head, twirling your tongue over the slit. You hear Logan groan. Not bothering with letting you slowly adjust and instead pushing it into your mouth. His balls touches your chin when his tip hits the back of your throat. He quickens the pace and begins fucking your face. Small whimpers escape around his cock as you continue playing with yourself. He leans down squeezing your tit and pinching your nipple between his fingers. "That's it, keep going," He says, letting out a groan. "Keep rubbing that pussy like the dirty whore you are. Get so wet just from sucking on daddy's cock, huh? Fucking choke on it, Princess, that's a good girl." Logan loves the sight of your drool spilling out your mouth and pouring up your cheeks, where it meets your tears. His precum mixes in with your saliva, coating your skin while you continue to gag on his big dick. You rub your clit faster, feeling your pleasure build up. "Make yourself cum," He orders gravely, fucking your throat harder. "Now." His gruff command pushes you to the edge and soon you're cumming all over your own fingers, whining onto his cock. You shudder a little, gasping when he pulls his cock out of your mouth. “Good girl.” He praises you. “Now, get on your back and spread your legs.” You do as he’s told not wanting to waste any more time. Logan squirts lube onto his cock, making wet noises as strokes himself, tightening his grip at the base as he watches you spread your legs, your throbbing cunt on display. Logan’s powerful body casts a shadow over you. He stands there in all of his glory, stroking his wet cock and just watching you. he seemed intimidating, like the deadly man you knew he was, who’s killed hundreds of people. He looked threatening in a way that made your arousal flood your senses.

Climbing over you so that his face was level with your stomach, he spoke low now, his voice tight and thick with lust, you felt his words deep inside, as the hunger pooled between your thighs. He followed up your stomach with hot trailing, kisses. ‘Mmm, how do you want it baby?’ He asked quietly, “…Want me to mark ya’ all up?” kiss You were groaning now, squirming beneath him and his stubble and sideburns tickled your skin. He reached your neck, nipping it then grinned salaciously into your hooded eyes. “Please, daddy.” You mewled. “Or you want me to fuck you rough and wild, baby? The animalistic fucking you love so much? The way that has you screaming my name? Or do I draw it out? Touch you nice and slow until you’re trembling under my hands? Begging for my cock? Even I don’t think I have the patience for that tonight.” Jesus, you moaned and gasped, bucking your hips to him, his cock rubbing against your clit, desperate for some sort of touch, grinding your body into his, silently begging him to take you. He was so good at this stupid teasing game, it wasn’t fair to play any more, you craved more than just his words, as dirty as they were. “Please…I swear to God, Logan” you growled, wanting nothing more than his thick cock inside of you.

Logan chuckled darkly, he leaned back to line up the tip of his cock at your gaping entrance. Roughly he thrusts into you not leaving you with any time to get used to his size. No matter how many times he fucks you, you’re always as tight as you were when he took your virginity. "Oh fuck yeah…daddy!" "The only reason I’m giving ya’ the satisfaction of my cock without any punishment" He hissed through gritted teeth, "…is because I can see your fuckin’ desperate for it princess, taking my cock so well, huh?" "It feels so good…ungh…fuck, exactly like that Lo, harder!" He was moving faster over you, working your body into a frenzy punctuating his words with heavy thrusts. he sucks on your nipples, sending shocks down to your core due to the sensitivity. His balls slap hard against you, you had totally lost control, practically screaming for him to go deeper, to take you body and soul, give you the orgasm you craved and end the madness that was this constant sleeplessness, hardly the serene picture of feminine dignity. The bed frame clashes against the wall with each brutal thrust. He takes a hold of the bed frame with one hand while his other grips your waist tight, leaving bruises. Without warning, the bed frame breaks, and Logan let's out a growl and throws the wood across the room, you gasp "Logan!-" You have no time to speak, because Logan sets up a fast pace once again. "Fuck, look at what you made me do, doll. God you feel amazing, made me break the fucking bed frame" He grunts when you squeeze around his cock. "Logan, god, I'm so close, please don't stop" You yelped, the broken bed frame long forgotten. Logan changes position. He grips your legs and presses them against your chest. Slapping sounds make up the room, your breathing gets heavier. You claw at his biceps, seeing the hair dampen on his chest from the sweat. The thrusting is so brutal and nearly painful as he continues fucking into your cunt. You look down and watch his cock slide in and out of you. “See that darlin’? Your pussy was made for my cock, fits so perfectly.” He sucked on your neck, leaving marks that will be noticeable tomorrow. Logan moves his fingers downwards and begins to rub harsh circles on your already sensitive clit, making you whine. “Ah, ah, Logan” You scream, the sensation in your stomach you know so well, building up. Abruptly, Logan swapped positions with you on top, when suddenly there was a loud creak, and an even louder snap. The mattress fell to the floor at an angle, sending the two of you rolling to the floor. You screamed and fell on top of him. You began laughing wildly, covering your face as you rolled to your back. “Oh, my God,” you cried out. “I can’t believe you broke our bed!” “That wasn’t all me, sweetheart,” Logan growled, but chuckled shortly after, leaning on his elbows to look down at you. “It was mostly you,” you pointed out, your hand resting on his chest. He was on his side, peppering kisses on your forehead. “Couldn’t help myself, you felt so good.” You were still laughing. “I was about to have the best orgasm of my life, Logan! That bed was made from Asgardian oak, a gift from Thor!” Logan bit your neck. “Whatever, we’ll get a new one from Ikea” “’Ikea?” you burst out laughing, “Sure, we’ll have 50 broken beds by the end of the year and its October.” Logan moved to straddle you, pinning your arms above your head, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Hmmm, then what do you purpose we do then, doll?” “We could ask Tony if he has some vibranium to make a bed?” Logan chuckled at the suggestion and rolled his eyes. He leaned down, kissing you breathless before you could make another sound. “Why don’t we finish this off in the shower, hmm?” Logan suggested with dark smile. You could never resist that smile.

[loganbcrnes]

Unraveled Instincts

alpha!Konig x female!reader, alpha!Barrage x female!reader, alpha!Krueger x female!reader

genre: smut

words: 1,842

summary: reader helps them through a rut

tags: double penetration, pussy eating, blowjob

The room feels suffocating thick with anticipation, the dim light casting long shadows against the walls. The scent of your alphas hangs heavy in the air—sharp, intoxicating, and unmistakable. Konig, Krueger, and Barrage are sitting at the edge of the bed, their bodies tense with the nearing rut, their eyes locked on you with a mix of longing and restraint. 

Your heart hammers in your chest as you stand across from them. You can feel the pull of their dominance, the inevitable shift that’s about to happen. The room is charged with electricity, your omega instincts buzzing in your veins. It’s not the first time, but tonight feels different. The need in the air is thicker and heavier. 

Barrage is the first to break the silence, his voice rough, eyes dark with barely contained desire. “Are you ready, doll?” His smirk is teasing, but how his hands fidget betrays the hunger beneath it. 

You nod, trying to steady your breath, feeling the heat in your core already stirring. You walk toward the bed, every step slow, deliberate. Your alphas follow your every movement, their gazes predatory, and hungry. You feel the weight of their attention, but also the care they always offer. The balance of dominance and tenderness. 

Konig’s deep voice rumbles in the quiet, his posture leaning forward as he speaks directly to you. “We’ll take care of you, liebling.” His hand extends towards you, fingers brushing against your skin. His touch is light, but the promise in his words is enough to make your pulse race. “You will help us through this, yes?.” 

“Of course, Alpha.” You reply back, eager to please your alphas. Your relationship was rather new, have been together for the past few months, this was their first rut together, and you wanted to be there for them through it. 

——— 

You feel the need in them, just as strongly as they feel it in you. The pull is undeniable, the ache already building deep inside you. The next few days will be filled with heat and hunger, but you know you won’t be alone. Not with them. 

Barrage moves closer, his scent mixing with the others as he cups your face and presses a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss is brief, but it’s enough to send a shiver through your body. “We’ll be gentle when we need to be,” he murmurs against your mouth, “but we won’t hold back.” 

You swallow, feeling the tension rise in the pit of your stomach, your body already responding to them. The time has come. You close the distance between you, reaching out for Konig’s broad, warm hand, feeling Barrage’s touch at your back, and Krueger’s steady presence beside you. The weight of their combined attention makes the air feel impossibly thick, but it’s comforting. You’re not alone in this. 

Without a word, Barrage was the first to move, his hand finding yours and pulling you toward him. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was hungry, and desperate, but there was a tenderness to it, too—a promise that this wasn’t just about the release. His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Konig was right behind him, his presence nearly overwhelming as he leaned in, pressing you back against the bed with a force that made your breath catch. His mouth found the crook of your neck, his lips hot against your skin as he kissed his way up to your ear, his voice low and rough. "You smell so good," he murmured, his breath fanning across your ear. "Sweet, like strawberries and flowers. I can’t get enough of you." 

Krueger’s hand traced the curve of your waist, his touch strong but gentle, guiding you further onto the bed as he leaned over you. His lips found yours, a deeper, possessive kiss this time as if he was marking you, claiming you in a way that made you feel both alive and completely vulnerable under their touch. 

They stripped you of your clothes, their eyes roving over your naked body with hunger. You were already wet, your pussy dripping with anticipation. Konig and Barrage, their cocks hard and ready. Konig lies on his back as he grabs you to lay on top of him while Barrage sits between your spread legs. 

Konig, slick from lube, pushing into your pussy. You gasped, the sensation of being filled by his thick cock was overwhelming. You were stretched, your pussy walls clenching around him. Konig started to move, his cocks sliding in and out of your pussy. You moaned, your body rocking back and forth, your tits bouncing with each thrust. 

Barrage started inserting a finger to stretch you out even more, you cried out at the added pleasure and discomfort.  

“It’s ok sweetheart, just try and relax, it will feel good soon,” Barrage said, now thrusting two fingers in and out. Once you were ready, he inserted his cock. Now Konig and Barrage were thrusting in sync. Your pussy tightens around them causing them to groan. 

Konig plants his feet onto the bed, Konig's hands gripping your legs, holding you steady as he thrust into you, his cock hitting your sweet spots with each powerful stroke. His voice was hoarse with desire as he whispered how well you were doing.  

The bed creaked with the force of their thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as you were fucked by two powerful alphas. both of their balls slapping against each other with each thrust. Barrages pubic hair rubs against your clit, causing more pleasure. 

“Fuck, you're so tight. I love how you squeeze us.” Barrage mutters out while he continues to fuck you senseless. You were so far gone in pleasure, that you couldn’t reply, only moaning out “alpha” over and over again. 

Krueger, his cock hard and ready, stood in front of you. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with lust. You took his cock in your hand, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. You licked your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. Krueger groaned, his hips jerking forward. You took his cock into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft. You sucked on his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue swirling around his shaft. Krueger's hands gripped your hair, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. 

Konig and Barrage, their cocks slick with your juices, continued to fuck you. Their cocks sliding in and out of your pussy. You moaned, your body rocking back and forth. You were close to orgasm, your body trembling with need. Their knots started to form, pushed into your pussy. You cried out, your body convulsing as you came, your cunt clenching around their cocks. You moaned as you felt their cum filling your cunt.  

After about 30 seconds, their knots had reduced in size so they pulled out. Cum leaks out of your pussy. Barrage leans down and licks your clit, you moan out at the sensitivity. 

“Let me have my turn,” Krueger said, nudging barrage to move. He pulls away and takes the spot on the other side of you so you are now lying between Konig and Barrage. 

You looked up at Krueger, your eyes filled with lust. Krueger took Barrage's place, his muscular body pressing against yours, and you felt a surge of pleasure course through your veins. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and he smiled, a hint of mischief flashing across his rugged features. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss.  

You moaned into his mouth, your body already on fire from the previous encounters with Konig and Barrage. Their cum still coated your skin, adding a slick layer of lubrication to your heated flesh. You moaned, your body arching against his. He positioned himself at your entrance, his thick cock glistening with your juices and the remnants of his comrades' release. He teased your pussy, rubbing the head of his shaft against your clit, making you whimper and push back against him. You were so wet, so ready for him, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.  

In one swift motion, he thrust forward, filling you up. Your eyes widened as you felt his length stretch you, the sensation of being so full again almost overwhelming. Krueger's cock was thick and hard, and you could feel every vein and ridge as he began to move, setting a relentless pace.   

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Schatz,” Krueger moans out as fucking you harder. The bed creaked beneath the force of his thrusts, and you clung to the sheets, your fingernails digging into the fabric.  

Konig and Barrage started to suck on your tits, their mouths latching onto your nipples. You screamed out, your body arching against Krueger's. His cock felt incredible, hitting all the right spots as he slammed into you. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, and you could feel his powerful thighs quivering as he held himself up. The sight of his muscular body glistening with sweat, his veins popping as he fucked you with primal need, was enough to send you over the edge.  

“Fuck, fuck,” Krueger growled, his pace increasing.  

Krueger's cock began to swell inside you, and you realized he was knotting, his thick member expanding to fill you completely. The pressure was incredible, and you cried out as your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as he came. His hot seed filled you, adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body.  

Konig leans down and eats you out. You moaned, your body arching against his mouth. Konig sucked on your clit, his tongue flicking against your sensitive nub. You came again, your body convulsing. He continued to eat your pussy, his tongue licking up your juices. You were a mess, your body slick with sweat, your pussy dripping with cum and juices. 

Barrage pulled Konig up for a kiss, so he could taste your juices on his tongue. It was hot as hell, watching them devour each other's mouths, their bodies pressing together as they fought for dominance.  

———— 

The room is quiet now, the air thick with the remnants of their rut. Konig’s arm is wrapped possessively around your waist, his breathing slow but heavy, the primal intensity still flickering in his gaze. Krueger lays behind you, his hand tangled in your hair, his chest pressing against your back in a comforting weight. Barrage, instead of being next to you, has shifted to lie beside Krueger. His body is angled towards him, their closeness almost protective. 

Barrage’s hand rests against Krueger’s chest, his fingers lightly tracing the solid muscle there, his movements slow and calming. Krueger’s hand moves, brushing Barrage’s in a quiet, almost soothing gesture.  

[loganbcrnes]

Loved as I Am

Captain Price x female!reader

genre: fluff

words: 1,734

authors note: hey all. this is kinda a short one. its also personal. ive been dealing with body issues for most of my life, i rarely ever really saw rep when it came to these issues in fanfic, so i decided to just write something out. ive always liked to imagine my fav characters comforting me when i have insecurities. so i hope anyone reading, this may help a little.

Summary: reader is insecure about her body, struggles with not gaining enough weight, being underweight and having small breasts. Price comforts her. No ED is mentioned.

The numbers on the scale didn’t budge. Not even by a fraction of a pound.

You stared at the display, willing it to change, but reality remained the same. A sharp sigh left your lips as frustration bubbled up inside you. It wasn’t fair. You had been eating more, training hard, following all the right steps, and yet, here you were—stuck.

You stepped off the scale and avoided looking at your reflection in the mirror. The familiar wave of disappointment settled over you, tightening around your chest like a vice. The rest of your day went downhill from there. Your workouts felt sluggish, work dragged on, and by the time you got home, exhaustion clung to you like a second skin.

The comforting scent of something warm and hearty filled your apartment the moment you stepped inside. Your brows furrowed slightly, surprise momentarily pulling you from your storming thoughts.

“Thought you’d be home earlier,” Price’s familiar voice rumbled from the kitchen. “Kept dinner warm for you.”

You set your bag down and walked toward the source of his voice. There he stood, clad in his usual civilian wear—soft, worn-in clothes that made him seem even more inviting than usual. The sight of him should have brought you comfort, but the weight of your emotions made it hard to appreciate the warmth in his expression.

“Hey,” you murmured, attempting to force a smile but failing miserably.

Price’s sharp gaze settled on you, immediately picking up on your demeanor. He stepped forward, closing the space between you as he reached out to cup your face gently. His thumbs brushed along your cheekbones, his touch grounding. “What’s wrong, love?”

You hesitated, unsure if you should even voice your frustration. It felt silly, insignificant compared to the things you’d endured in the past. But the way he looked at you, patient and unwavering, made it impossible to brush it off.

“I checked the scale today,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I haven’t gained anything. Not a single pound.”

Understanding flickered across his face. He didn’t rush to respond, didn’t dismiss your feelings. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You melted into his embrace, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“You’ve been working so damn hard,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That number doesn’t define you. It never has.”

You buried your face against his chest, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering smokiness from whatever he had been cooking. “I just… I feel like I should be further along by now. I’ve been trying so hard, but it feels like I’m stuck.”

Price pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up so you could meet his gaze. “Listen to me, sweetheart. Your body’s been through hell. It’s not a machine. Progress isn’t just numbers on a scale.” His hand ran up and down your back, soothing. “I see the way you push yourself, how determined you are. That means more than any number ever could.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you fought them back. “I just wanted to see some kind of change.”

“You are changing.” His voice was firm yet gentle. “You’re getting stronger. Healthier. And I love you just the way you are.”

A shaky breath left you as his words settled deep into your chest. “You really don’t care?”

He let out a low chuckle and cupped your face again, his rough thumbs tracing along your jawline. “Not one damn bit. You’re perfect to me, love. Always have been.”

You swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the floor as another wave of doubt crashed over you. “I just… I never feel good enough. I look at myself and all I see is someone who’s too skinny. No curves, no shape… my boobs are small, my hips don’t fill out clothes the way they should. I don’t look like—” You cut yourself off, shaking your head, ashamed of voicing it out loud.

Price’s hands tightened around you, firm but reassuring. “Don’t do that,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Don’t compare yourself to some made-up idea of what you think you should be. You are good enough. More than enough. You don’t need curves or anything else to be beautiful.”

He tipped your chin up again, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with something so raw, so undeniably sincere, that it made your throat tighten. “You’re strong, resilient, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not because of some bullshit beauty standard, but because you’re you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Price caught it with his thumb. “You mean it?” you whispered.

“Every word, love,” he assured you. “You don’t need to change a damn thing for me.”

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. Slowly, a small smile ghosted over your lips. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

Price smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” He pulled you toward the couch, settling down and guiding you into his lap. His arms stayed securely around you, warmth radiating from his body. “Now, let’s sit here for a bit, yeah? Just us.”

You curled into him, letting the steady beat of his heart lull away the rest of your worries. He kissed the top of your head again, his fingers absentmindedly tracing soft patterns against your back.

“Love you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your hair.

A deep warmth spread through your chest, pushing away the weight of the day’s frustrations. “Love you too, John.”

And in that moment, with his arms wrapped around you and the quiet reassurance of his presence, you truly believed it.

[loganbcrnes]

ok i need a 141 rugby au or do i need to write it myself. those damn videos keep popping up on my fyp AHHH

[loganbcrnes]

Unraveled Instincts

alpha!Konig x female!reader, alpha!Barrage x female!reader, alpha!Krueger x female!reader

genre: smut

words: 1,842

summary: reader helps them through a rut

tags: double penetration, pussy eating, blowjob

The room feels suffocating thick with anticipation, the dim light casting long shadows against the walls. The scent of your alphas hangs heavy in the air—sharp, intoxicating, and unmistakable. Konig, Krueger, and Barrage are sitting at the edge of the bed, their bodies tense with the nearing rut, their eyes locked on you with a mix of longing and restraint. 

Your heart hammers in your chest as you stand across from them. You can feel the pull of their dominance, the inevitable shift that’s about to happen. The room is charged with electricity, your omega instincts buzzing in your veins. It’s not the first time, but tonight feels different. The need in the air is thicker and heavier. 

Barrage is the first to break the silence, his voice rough, eyes dark with barely contained desire. “Are you ready, doll?” His smirk is teasing, but how his hands fidget betrays the hunger beneath it. 

You nod, trying to steady your breath, feeling the heat in your core already stirring. You walk toward the bed, every step slow, deliberate. Your alphas follow your every movement, their gazes predatory, and hungry. You feel the weight of their attention, but also the care they always offer. The balance of dominance and tenderness. 

Konig’s deep voice rumbles in the quiet, his posture leaning forward as he speaks directly to you. “We’ll take care of you, liebling.” His hand extends towards you, fingers brushing against your skin. His touch is light, but the promise in his words is enough to make your pulse race. “You will help us through this, yes?.” 

“Of course, Alpha.” You reply back, eager to please your alphas. Your relationship was rather new, have been together for the past few months, this was their first rut together, and you wanted to be there for them through it. 

——— 

You feel the need in them, just as strongly as they feel it in you. The pull is undeniable, the ache already building deep inside you. The next few days will be filled with heat and hunger, but you know you won’t be alone. Not with them. 

Barrage moves closer, his scent mixing with the others as he cups your face and presses a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss is brief, but it’s enough to send a shiver through your body. “We’ll be gentle when we need to be,” he murmurs against your mouth, “but we won’t hold back.” 

You swallow, feeling the tension rise in the pit of your stomach, your body already responding to them. The time has come. You close the distance between you, reaching out for Konig’s broad, warm hand, feeling Barrage’s touch at your back, and Krueger’s steady presence beside you. The weight of their combined attention makes the air feel impossibly thick, but it’s comforting. You’re not alone in this. 

Without a word, Barrage was the first to move, his hand finding yours and pulling you toward him. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was hungry, and desperate, but there was a tenderness to it, too—a promise that this wasn’t just about the release. His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Konig was right behind him, his presence nearly overwhelming as he leaned in, pressing you back against the bed with a force that made your breath catch. His mouth found the crook of your neck, his lips hot against your skin as he kissed his way up to your ear, his voice low and rough. "You smell so good," he murmured, his breath fanning across your ear. "Sweet, like strawberries and flowers. I can’t get enough of you." 

Krueger’s hand traced the curve of your waist, his touch strong but gentle, guiding you further onto the bed as he leaned over you. His lips found yours, a deeper, possessive kiss this time as if he was marking you, claiming you in a way that made you feel both alive and completely vulnerable under their touch. 

They stripped you of your clothes, their eyes roving over your naked body with hunger. You were already wet, your pussy dripping with anticipation. Konig and Barrage, their cocks hard and ready. Konig lies on his back as he grabs you to lay on top of him while Barrage sits between your spread legs. 

Konig, slick from lube, pushing into your pussy. You gasped, the sensation of being filled by his thick cock was overwhelming. You were stretched, your pussy walls clenching around him. Konig started to move, his cocks sliding in and out of your pussy. You moaned, your body rocking back and forth, your tits bouncing with each thrust. 

Barrage started inserting a finger to stretch you out even more, you cried out at the added pleasure and discomfort.  

“It’s ok sweetheart, just try and relax, it will feel good soon,” Barrage said, now thrusting two fingers in and out. Once you were ready, he inserted his cock. Now Konig and Barrage were thrusting in sync. Your pussy tightens around them causing them to groan. 

Konig plants his feet onto the bed, Konig's hands gripping your legs, holding you steady as he thrust into you, his cock hitting your sweet spots with each powerful stroke. His voice was hoarse with desire as he whispered how well you were doing.  

The bed creaked with the force of their thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as you were fucked by two powerful alphas. both of their balls slapping against each other with each thrust. Barrages pubic hair rubs against your clit, causing more pleasure. 

“Fuck, you're so tight. I love how you squeeze us.” Barrage mutters out while he continues to fuck you senseless. You were so far gone in pleasure, that you couldn’t reply, only moaning out “alpha” over and over again. 

Krueger, his cock hard and ready, stood in front of you. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with lust. You took his cock in your hand, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. You licked your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. Krueger groaned, his hips jerking forward. You took his cock into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft. You sucked on his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue swirling around his shaft. Krueger's hands gripped your hair, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. 

Konig and Barrage, their cocks slick with your juices, continued to fuck you. Their cocks sliding in and out of your pussy. You moaned, your body rocking back and forth. You were close to orgasm, your body trembling with need. Their knots started to form, pushed into your pussy. You cried out, your body convulsing as you came, your cunt clenching around their cocks. You moaned as you felt their cum filling your cunt.  

After about 30 seconds, their knots had reduced in size so they pulled out. Cum leaks out of your pussy. Barrage leans down and licks your clit, you moan out at the sensitivity. 

“Let me have my turn,” Krueger said, nudging barrage to move. He pulls away and takes the spot on the other side of you so you are now lying between Konig and Barrage. 

You looked up at Krueger, your eyes filled with lust. Krueger took Barrage's place, his muscular body pressing against yours, and you felt a surge of pleasure course through your veins. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and he smiled, a hint of mischief flashing across his rugged features. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss.  

You moaned into his mouth, your body already on fire from the previous encounters with Konig and Barrage. Their cum still coated your skin, adding a slick layer of lubrication to your heated flesh. You moaned, your body arching against his. He positioned himself at your entrance, his thick cock glistening with your juices and the remnants of his comrades' release. He teased your pussy, rubbing the head of his shaft against your clit, making you whimper and push back against him. You were so wet, so ready for him, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.  

In one swift motion, he thrust forward, filling you up. Your eyes widened as you felt his length stretch you, the sensation of being so full again almost overwhelming. Krueger's cock was thick and hard, and you could feel every vein and ridge as he began to move, setting a relentless pace.   

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Schatz,” Krueger moans out as fucking you harder. The bed creaked beneath the force of his thrusts, and you clung to the sheets, your fingernails digging into the fabric.  

Konig and Barrage started to suck on your tits, their mouths latching onto your nipples. You screamed out, your body arching against Krueger's. His cock felt incredible, hitting all the right spots as he slammed into you. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, and you could feel his powerful thighs quivering as he held himself up. The sight of his muscular body glistening with sweat, his veins popping as he fucked you with primal need, was enough to send you over the edge.  

“Fuck, fuck,” Krueger growled, his pace increasing.  

Krueger's cock began to swell inside you, and you realized he was knotting, his thick member expanding to fill you completely. The pressure was incredible, and you cried out as your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as he came. His hot seed filled you, adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body.  

Konig leans down and eats you out. You moaned, your body arching against his mouth. Konig sucked on your clit, his tongue flicking against your sensitive nub. You came again, your body convulsing. He continued to eat your pussy, his tongue licking up your juices. You were a mess, your body slick with sweat, your pussy dripping with cum and juices. 

Barrage pulled Konig up for a kiss, so he could taste your juices on his tongue. It was hot as hell, watching them devour each other's mouths, their bodies pressing together as they fought for dominance.  

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The room is quiet now, the air thick with the remnants of their rut. Konig’s arm is wrapped possessively around your waist, his breathing slow but heavy, the primal intensity still flickering in his gaze. Krueger lays behind you, his hand tangled in your hair, his chest pressing against your back in a comforting weight. Barrage, instead of being next to you, has shifted to lie beside Krueger. His body is angled towards him, their closeness almost protective. 

Barrage’s hand rests against Krueger’s chest, his fingers lightly tracing the solid muscle there, his movements slow and calming. Krueger’s hand moves, brushing Barrage’s in a quiet, almost soothing gesture.  

[loganbcrnes]

ik most of my fics have female reader and i mention female anatomy such as vagina and breast, but id like to let my followers know that trans women can read these. i dont do "afab" fics as i personally think that excludes trans people for no good reason. i am also open to writing queer and disabled readers, i do extensive research on these topics to make sure i write them properly. so if anyone in those communities would like me to write them, feel free to request :) i will be doing more gn!reader one shots in the future as well.

[loganbcrnes]

Loved as I Am

Captain Price x female!reader

genre: fluff

words: 1,734

authors note: hey all. this is kinda a short one. its also personal. ive been dealing with body issues for most of my life, i rarely ever really saw rep when it came to these issues in fanfic, so i decided to just write something out. ive always liked to imagine my fav characters comforting me when i have insecurities. so i hope anyone reading, this may help a little.

Summary: reader is insecure about her body, struggles with not gaining enough weight, being underweight and having small breasts. Price comforts her. No ED is mentioned.

The numbers on the scale didn’t budge. Not even by a fraction of a pound.

You stared at the display, willing it to change, but reality remained the same. A sharp sigh left your lips as frustration bubbled up inside you. It wasn’t fair. You had been eating more, training hard, following all the right steps, and yet, here you were—stuck.

You stepped off the scale and avoided looking at your reflection in the mirror. The familiar wave of disappointment settled over you, tightening around your chest like a vice. The rest of your day went downhill from there. Your workouts felt sluggish, work dragged on, and by the time you got home, exhaustion clung to you like a second skin.

The comforting scent of something warm and hearty filled your apartment the moment you stepped inside. Your brows furrowed slightly, surprise momentarily pulling you from your storming thoughts.

“Thought you’d be home earlier,” Price’s familiar voice rumbled from the kitchen. “Kept dinner warm for you.”

You set your bag down and walked toward the source of his voice. There he stood, clad in his usual civilian wear—soft, worn-in clothes that made him seem even more inviting than usual. The sight of him should have brought you comfort, but the weight of your emotions made it hard to appreciate the warmth in his expression.

“Hey,” you murmured, attempting to force a smile but failing miserably.

Price’s sharp gaze settled on you, immediately picking up on your demeanor. He stepped forward, closing the space between you as he reached out to cup your face gently. His thumbs brushed along your cheekbones, his touch grounding. “What’s wrong, love?”

You hesitated, unsure if you should even voice your frustration. It felt silly, insignificant compared to the things you’d endured in the past. But the way he looked at you, patient and unwavering, made it impossible to brush it off.

“I checked the scale today,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I haven’t gained anything. Not a single pound.”

Understanding flickered across his face. He didn’t rush to respond, didn’t dismiss your feelings. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You melted into his embrace, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“You’ve been working so damn hard,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That number doesn’t define you. It never has.”

You buried your face against his chest, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering smokiness from whatever he had been cooking. “I just… I feel like I should be further along by now. I’ve been trying so hard, but it feels like I’m stuck.”

Price pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up so you could meet his gaze. “Listen to me, sweetheart. Your body’s been through hell. It’s not a machine. Progress isn’t just numbers on a scale.” His hand ran up and down your back, soothing. “I see the way you push yourself, how determined you are. That means more than any number ever could.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you fought them back. “I just wanted to see some kind of change.”

“You are changing.” His voice was firm yet gentle. “You’re getting stronger. Healthier. And I love you just the way you are.”

A shaky breath left you as his words settled deep into your chest. “You really don’t care?”

He let out a low chuckle and cupped your face again, his rough thumbs tracing along your jawline. “Not one damn bit. You’re perfect to me, love. Always have been.”

You swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the floor as another wave of doubt crashed over you. “I just… I never feel good enough. I look at myself and all I see is someone who’s too skinny. No curves, no shape… my boobs are small, my hips don’t fill out clothes the way they should. I don’t look like—” You cut yourself off, shaking your head, ashamed of voicing it out loud.

Price’s hands tightened around you, firm but reassuring. “Don’t do that,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Don’t compare yourself to some made-up idea of what you think you should be. You are good enough. More than enough. You don’t need curves or anything else to be beautiful.”

He tipped your chin up again, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with something so raw, so undeniably sincere, that it made your throat tighten. “You’re strong, resilient, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not because of some bullshit beauty standard, but because you’re you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Price caught it with his thumb. “You mean it?” you whispered.

“Every word, love,” he assured you. “You don’t need to change a damn thing for me.”

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. Slowly, a small smile ghosted over your lips. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

Price smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” He pulled you toward the couch, settling down and guiding you into his lap. His arms stayed securely around you, warmth radiating from his body. “Now, let’s sit here for a bit, yeah? Just us.”

You curled into him, letting the steady beat of his heart lull away the rest of your worries. He kissed the top of your head again, his fingers absentmindedly tracing soft patterns against your back.

“Love you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your hair.

A deep warmth spread through your chest, pushing away the weight of the day’s frustrations. “Love you too, John.”

And in that moment, with his arms wrapped around you and the quiet reassurance of his presence, you truly believed it.

[loganbcrnes]

Blooming Embarrassment

Logan Howlett x fem!reader x Victor Creed

no warnings. just fluff

The Xavier Institute was a place of peace and healing, or at least that’s what everyone kept telling you. The walls were sturdy, the beds comfortable, the food edible—most of the time. It was supposed to be a refuge for mutants like yourself, a safe haven after the nightmare endured at the hands of an anti-mutant organization. Yet, for all the safety it promised, it had presented an entirely new problem: Victor Creed and Logan Howlett. It wasn’t fair for two men to look that good. Victor was tall, broad, with a sharp grin that promised nothing but trouble. Logan, the same height, carried the same raw presence. The way they moved, all lethal confidence, had your heart beating wildly every time you caught sight of them. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing happening. Flowers. From your feet. Your powers were mostly useful—controlling animals, growing plants—but when flustered, they took on a life of their own. The moment nervousness, shyness, or embarrassment struck, flowers sprouted beneath you like a fairytale curse. Which was why speaking to either of them had been successfully avoided. Until today.

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Heading to the kitchen for a late-night snack, you see him. Victor Creed, standing in the hallway, arms crossed, watching your approach with something that resembled mild interest. Shit. Turning back would make it obvious you were avoiding him. Instead, you take a deep breath and keep walking. Maybe if you just keep your head down— “Hey.” Oh no. Glancing up, you meet his amused golden eyes. “Uh. Hi.” Victor tilts his head, examining you like a puzzle he’s trying to solve. “You’re new.” “Been here a while,” you mumble. “Just… quiet.” “That so?” He takes a lazy step toward you, predatory by nature, even when he isn’t trying to be. “Figured you were a ghost or somethin’. Always see ya walkin’ by, but never hear a peep.” The size difference feels overwhelming. “I just… keep to myself.” He smirks, about to say something else—when it happens. Flowers. Right at your feet. Bright pink peonies bloom in an instant, curling around your ankles, vibrant against the dull hallway floor. Victor’s smirk falters as he glances down, then back up at your face. “What the hell?” “Nothing!” you squeak, before promptly turning and fleeing in the opposite direction.

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An afternoon in the mansion’s living room should be relaxing. Ororo sits beside you on the couch, flipping through a book, while Kurt lounges in a chair across from you, happily munching on a chocolate bar. The quiet hum of conversation fills the air, a rare moment of peace in a house full of chaos. It’s nice. Comfortable. Then Logan walks in. You don’t notice at first, but Ororo does. She glances up from her book, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Here comes trouble.” Kurt chuckles, following her gaze. “Ah, ja. Our dear friend is about to have a moment.” You frown, confused, until a familiar voice speaks up. “Didn’t expect to find ya here, sweetheart.” Your stomach flips. Logan strides in, casual as ever, a towel draped over his shoulders from what was likely an intense training session. He smells faintly of sweat and soap, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. The sight alone is enough to make your face burn. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay— Flowers. Dainty white lilies and tiny purple violets burst from the floor beneath you, creeping around your ankles like they were always meant to be there. Logan pauses mid-step, eyebrows raising. His lips twitch, eyes darting from the flowers to your mortified expression. “Huh.” Ororo elegantly places a bookmark in her novel, watching with open amusement. “Fascinating.” Kurt barely suppresses a laugh. “A most unique reaction.” You want the earth to swallow you whole. Logan takes a slow step forward, deliberately closing the distance. “So, what kinda flowers ya think I’ll get if I—” He reaches out, nudging your chin up with a single finger. Sunflowers. Bright, golden, utterly betraying you. Kurt actually snorts. Ororo hides her grin behind her hand. “Oh, this is delightful.” Logan chuckles, stepping back. “Gotta say, darlin’, you’re makin’ this real fun for me.” You bury your face in your hands. “I hate this.” “No, you don’t,” Ororo teases. You do. (You really don’t.)

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A few days later, Victor approaches with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Got somethin’ for ya,” he drawls, holding out a bouquet of wildflowers. The gesture alone is shocking enough to leave you speechless. “Figured if you’re gonna be sprouting these things, might as well bring my own.” You stare at the flowers, then at him. “You’re messing with me.” “Always.” He grins. “But I do wanna take ya out. Walk in the woods, just us. What do ya say?” Despite yourself, warmth spreads through your chest. “Fine.” The next evening, you walk together through the dense forest, the cool evening breeze rustling the leaves. Victor is surprisingly quiet at first, the usual smugness replaced by something more contemplative. Occasionally, his arm brushes against yours, and every time it does, your heartbeat picks up. You brought carrots for the deer, and when a small herd appears in the clearing, you both watch them with quiet appreciation. Victor chuckles as one nudges your hand for more food. “They like you.” “They’re animals,” you point out. “Of course they do.” He watches you carefully, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, his smirk returns. “Bet if I tried real hard, I could make ya bloom right now.” You scoff. “Not happening.” “Oh yeah?” He steps closer, his voice dropping an octave. “What if I—” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” You jab him lightly in the ribs, laughing—until you suddenly find yourself pinned against a tree, Victor’s large hands gripping your wrists. His sharp grin fades just a little, his gaze darkening as he studies your face. “Y’know, you really are somethin’ else.” The teasing drops away for just a moment, leaving something more raw, more real. You barely have time to react before he crashes his lips against yours, rough and consuming. His grip tightens, the heat of his body pressing against yours, overwhelming in the best way. Your breath hitches, and just as expected—flowers bloom wildly at your feet, spiraling up the bark of the tree behind you. Wild roses, soft petals brushing against your ankles, betraying every emotion swirling inside you. Victor pulls back just enough to see the display, then smirks against your lips. “Knew it.”

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Logan’s low growl echoed across the room as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face. “So, you’ve been avoiding me. What’s the deal, sweetheart? You’ve been making flowers grow like it’s your job every time we talk.” You shifted uncomfortably, your cheeks blazing with heat, and, as always, you felt the telltale tingling in your feet. Sure enough, delicate white blossoms began to bloom at the edges of your shoes. You swore you could hear him chuckle under his breath. “I—I’m not avoiding you,” you stammered, trying to hide your embarrassment. "It just happens." “Oh, I know. You’re trying to keep your cool, huh?” Logan’s voice dropped a little, teasing. “But these flowers sure are a giveaway.” Your feet were now covered in a carpet of white petals, the bright flowers seeming to mock your every move. You wanted to disappear, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to his attention. “You know, I think I’d like to see what happens if we keep talking,” Logan continued, stepping closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned down slightly, taking in the sight of your feet, the flowers blossoming like a spring garden in full bloom. “I’m warning you,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. The situation was too ridiculous, and yet, Logan’s presence was somehow reassuring. “If you keep teasing me, you’re going to be covered in flowers too.” Logan raised an eyebrow, his lips curling upward. “You think I’m scared of a few flowers, sweetheart? I’ve fought in wars, but nothing scares me more than a shy, flustered woman with flowers growing at her feet.” You rolled your eyes, trying not to let the heat creep up to your ears, but it was useless. The teasing was working, and you were getting more and more embarrassed by the second. “Fine,” Logan said suddenly, reaching behind him and pulling out a small bouquet of vibrant, wildflowers. “I figured I’d bring you some of your own kind.” He grinned like a cat who had just caught a mouse. You stared at him, wide-eyed. “You—brought me flowers?” “Yeah, figured it might get me some points,” he replied, his teasing tone softening just enough to show he was being sincere. “I might have teased you about these flowers, but I kind of like the way you make them grow.” He handed you the bouquet, his fingers brushing yours as he did, sending a spark of warmth through your chest. You took the flowers, your heart pounding, and glanced at Logan. “You’re really persistent, huh?” “I am,” he agreed with a wink. “But I like the challenge.” His smile widened as he stepped a little closer, his presence intoxicating. “So, how about we get away from this garden of yours and go grab dinner? Maybe you can show me what happens when we’re not standing around all awkward.” Your breath caught, and you almost wanted to say no, but the way his eyes were fixed on you made it impossible. “Are you asking me out?” He chuckled, low and rich, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Wouldn’t be much of a date if I didn’t.” “I don’t know, Logan…” You feigned hesitation, despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach. “I might get nervous again. And you might have to put up with more flowers.” “Then I’ll make sure we’re sitting somewhere with plenty of room for your garden to grow,” Logan teased back, his voice turning softer as his hand brushed against your cheek. “Just say yes, and I promise we’ll make it worth your while.” With a deep breath, you smiled, the air between you both thick with anticipation. “Alright, fine. Dinner sounds good.” Logan’s grin widened, and as he leaned in closer, you felt your heart race.

[loganbcrnes]

Sheltered in His Arms

Alpha!Logan Howlett x female!reader

Summary: You go through a heat and your alpha is there to help you through it.

Words: 1,800

no warnings, just pure smut with soft Logan. No description of reader

requests are open.

The moment you stepped inside the cabin, your body shivered—not from the cold outside, but from the heat rolling beneath your skin. Your limbs felt heavy, your head light, and the ache pooling deep in your belly warned you of what was coming. 

Logan was already aware. 

You could see it in the way his shoulders tensed as he dropped his bag by the door, his nostrils flaring as he scented the air. His keen amber eyes darkened, pupils dilating as his instincts flared to the surface. The scent of your heat had begun to rise, thickening in the small space of the cabin, making the air humid, intoxicating. 

"You should’ve told me it was this close, sweetheart," Logan murmured, his voice rougher than usual. He made his way over, his movements slow, measured—like a predator keeping himself in check. 

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the wooden table for balance. "Didn’t know it’d hit this fast," you admitted, your voice already breathy. 

Logan exhaled sharply, stepping in close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. He was warm, solid, safe. He cupped your cheek, his rough thumb brushing over your burning skin. "Alright. We’ll get you settled in first," he said, voice thick with restraint. 

He turned away and made quick work of preparing the space. He’d stocked up on supplies earlier, anticipating that you'd need to stay put for the next few days. Blankets were already laid out on the bed, extra water bottles within reach, and the air carried the faint scent of lavender from the candles he'd lit—an effort to keep you as calm as possible. 

"Here," Logan said, offering you a glass of water. "Drink." 

You obeyed, though your fingers trembled as you held the cup. He watched you carefully, his eyes tracing over every minute reaction—your quickened breaths, the way your thighs pressed together, the soft whimper you tried to suppress. 

His jaw clenched. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his dark hair. 

His own scent was changing, sharpening. Even in your dazed state, you knew this wasn’t just affecting you. Your heat was pulling at his instincts, drawing him into a rut just as fast. Logan was doing his best to fight it back, but his breathing had grown heavier, his hands twitching as if they ached to grab, to touch. 

"Logan," you whispered, stepping closer before you even realized what you were doing. 

His hands caught your hips, holding you still, though his grip wasn’t rough. He let out a shuddering breath, leaning forward until his forehead nearly touched yours. "We gotta take this slow, sweetheart. I need to make sure you're comfortable first." 

You nodded, trusting him completely. 

Logan led you to the bed, guiding you down onto the soft blankets. He sat beside you, rubbing soothing circles into your thigh, his heat pressing into your side like a furnace. 

"Just focus on me, alright?" he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "Let me take care of you." 

His touch was steady, careful despite the tension thrumming beneath his skin. He helped ease the worst of your discomfort, coaxing soft sighs and relieved whimpers from you. His presence alone was grounding—his scent, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing as he murmured reassurances in your ear. 

"You’re doin’ good, darlin’," he praised, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "I got you." 

As your discomfort eased, desire began to take its place. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your pussy growing slick with need. Logan's nostrils flared, his eyes darkening as he caught your scent. His hand moved from your thigh to your stomach, his touch growing bolder. 

"Logan," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. He responded by pressing his lips to yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. His hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers found your wetness, stroking you gently. 

You moaned into his mouth, your hips bucking against his hand. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as his fingers continued to work their magic. "Fuck, Logan," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair. 

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "You like that, sweetheart?" he asked, his fingers slipping inside you. You could only whimper in response, your body arching off the bed. 

He continued to stroke you, his fingers sliding in and out of your wetness. Your moans filled the cabin, mingling with the sound of his heavy breathing. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing in anticipation. 

"Come for me, sweetheart," Logan growled, his thumb brushing against your clit. You cried out, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you. Logan's fingers continued to move, drawing out your pleasure until you were left panting and gasping for breath. 

He pulled his hand from your panties, his fingers glistening with your wetness. He brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted you. "Fuck, you taste good," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. 

He moved over you, his body pressing you into the bed. His hard cock pressed against your thigh, the heat of it making you moan. "I need you, Logan," you gasped, your hands moving to his pants. He takes your hands and pushes you back down to the bed, and removes the rest of your clothes.

His lips found your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking. He ate your pussy, his beard brushing against your thighs, making you shiver. Your hands gripped his head, holding him against you as he licked and sucked, his tongue dancing around your clit.

His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it. You gasped, your body trembling as he licked your pussy, his beard rubbing against your wetness.

Logan pulled away, his eyes dark with lust. He leans back up, his massive body covering yours. His cock rubbed against your pussy, the rough hair of his pubic bone brushing against your clit. You gasped, your body arching as he rubbed his cock against you, his hands squeezing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples.

His lips found your neck, his teeth nibbling as he leaned down to suck on your tits. You gasped, your body trembling as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. His hands roamed your body, his touch rough and demanding.

He chuckled, the sound low and deep. "ready, bub?," he murmured, you didn't respond, only wrapping your hand around his thick cock, stroking him gently. 

He groaned, his head falling back as you continued to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good," he gasped, his hips bucking against your hand. 

You continued to stroke him, your movements growing bolder. He groaned, His hand moved between your legs, his fingers slipping inside you once again. 

You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you now, sweetheart," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. 

Logan didn't waste any time, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock pressing against your wetness. He pushed inside you, his cock filling you completely. Your pussy clenched around him, your body welcoming his intrusion. You gasped, your body arching into him as he thrust into you. 

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the cabin as he slammed into you, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the bed. His rough pubic hair rubbing against your clit. You moaned, your hips bucking against him, desperate for more. Logan, his body glistening with sweat, a smirk on his face, pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He positioned you on your hands and knees. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the slap of skin.  

"Want my knot?." He asked his voice low and rough. He pushed back into you, the new position allowing him to go even deeper. You could feel every inch of his cock, and you knew you could never get enough. You reached back, grabbing his hip, encouraging him to go deeper. 

"Fuck yes, Alpha," you moaned, your body shuddering as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pounded into you. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, a heady scent that only served to heighten your arousal. Logan leaned down, his hairy body pressing against yours as he reached around, his fingers finding your clit.  

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're dripping for me." 

You moaned, your body shaking as he continued to pound into you. His fingers were working magic on your clit, and you knew you were close to the edge. His other hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, his grip firm but gentle. You could feel the power in his touch, sending shivers down your spine. 

His grip tightened slightly, and you gasped, your body shuddering with pleasure. "Please," you begged, your voice a soft whimper. "Please, Alpha, I need to come." 

Logan's grip on your throat tightened slightly, and he leaned down, his breath hot on your ear. "Come for me, 'mega," he growled. "Come all over my cock." 

You moaned, your body shuddering as you came, your pussy clenching around his cock. Logan continued to pound into you, his grip on your throat tightening as he chased his own release. He let out a low growl, and you could feel his cock swelling inside you, his knot locking into place. 

You moaned, your body shuddering with pleasure as he filled you with his seed. He held you close, his body pressed against yours as he rode out his own orgasm. His grip on your throat loosened, and he pulled you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you.  

After a few minutes catching your breath, Logan began scenting you. his rough hands trailing soothing circles along your stomach. His scent wrapped around you like a protective cocoon—earthy, rich, and undeniably Logan. He pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as he exhaled slowly like he was breathing you in. 

"You alright, sweetheart?" His voice was a low rumble, thick with exhaustion, but still full of concern. 

You let out a soft hum, snuggling closer against the heat of his body. "Mhm…" 

Logan chuckled, the sound deep and affectionate. "That ain't a real answer, bub." His fingers combed through your hair, untangling the strands with surprising gentleness. "You need anything? Water? Somethin' to eat?" 

You shook your head, feeling too content to move. "Just you." 

His chest rose with a slow breath, and he pulled the blankets higher around your shoulders, tucking you in even as he kept you in his arms. "You got me, sweetheart. Ain’t goin’ anywhere." 

[loganbcrnes]

Sheltered in His Arms

Alpha!Logan Howlett x female!reader

Summary: You go through a heat and your alpha is there to help you through it.

Words: 1,800

no warnings, just pure smut with soft Logan. No description of reader

requests are open.

The moment you stepped inside the cabin, your body shivered—not from the cold outside, but from the heat rolling beneath your skin. Your limbs felt heavy, your head light, and the ache pooling deep in your belly warned you of what was coming. 

Logan was already aware. 

You could see it in the way his shoulders tensed as he dropped his bag by the door, his nostrils flaring as he scented the air. His keen amber eyes darkened, pupils dilating as his instincts flared to the surface. The scent of your heat had begun to rise, thickening in the small space of the cabin, making the air humid, intoxicating. 

"You should’ve told me it was this close, sweetheart," Logan murmured, his voice rougher than usual. He made his way over, his movements slow, measured—like a predator keeping himself in check. 

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the wooden table for balance. "Didn’t know it’d hit this fast," you admitted, your voice already breathy. 

Logan exhaled sharply, stepping in close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. He was warm, solid, safe. He cupped your cheek, his rough thumb brushing over your burning skin. "Alright. We’ll get you settled in first," he said, voice thick with restraint. 

He turned away and made quick work of preparing the space. He’d stocked up on supplies earlier, anticipating that you'd need to stay put for the next few days. Blankets were already laid out on the bed, extra water bottles within reach, and the air carried the faint scent of lavender from the candles he'd lit—an effort to keep you as calm as possible. 

"Here," Logan said, offering you a glass of water. "Drink." 

You obeyed, though your fingers trembled as you held the cup. He watched you carefully, his eyes tracing over every minute reaction—your quickened breaths, the way your thighs pressed together, the soft whimper you tried to suppress. 

His jaw clenched. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his dark hair. 

His own scent was changing, sharpening. Even in your dazed state, you knew this wasn’t just affecting you. Your heat was pulling at his instincts, drawing him into a rut just as fast. Logan was doing his best to fight it back, but his breathing had grown heavier, his hands twitching as if they ached to grab, to touch. 

"Logan," you whispered, stepping closer before you even realized what you were doing. 

His hands caught your hips, holding you still, though his grip wasn’t rough. He let out a shuddering breath, leaning forward until his forehead nearly touched yours. "We gotta take this slow, sweetheart. I need to make sure you're comfortable first." 

You nodded, trusting him completely. 

Logan led you to the bed, guiding you down onto the soft blankets. He sat beside you, rubbing soothing circles into your thigh, his heat pressing into your side like a furnace. 

"Just focus on me, alright?" he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "Let me take care of you." 

His touch was steady, careful despite the tension thrumming beneath his skin. He helped ease the worst of your discomfort, coaxing soft sighs and relieved whimpers from you. His presence alone was grounding—his scent, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing as he murmured reassurances in your ear. 

"You’re doin’ good, darlin’," he praised, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "I got you." 

As your discomfort eased, desire began to take its place. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your pussy growing slick with need. Logan's nostrils flared, his eyes darkening as he caught your scent. His hand moved from your thigh to your stomach, his touch growing bolder. 

"Logan," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. He responded by pressing his lips to yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. His hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers found your wetness, stroking you gently. 

You moaned into his mouth, your hips bucking against his hand. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as his fingers continued to work their magic. "Fuck, Logan," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair. 

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "You like that, sweetheart?" he asked, his fingers slipping inside you. You could only whimper in response, your body arching off the bed. 

He continued to stroke you, his fingers sliding in and out of your wetness. Your moans filled the cabin, mingling with the sound of his heavy breathing. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing in anticipation. 

"Come for me, sweetheart," Logan growled, his thumb brushing against your clit. You cried out, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you. Logan's fingers continued to move, drawing out your pleasure until you were left panting and gasping for breath. 

He pulled his hand from your panties, his fingers glistening with your wetness. He brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted you. "Fuck, you taste good," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. 

He moved over you, his body pressing you into the bed. His hard cock pressed against your thigh, the heat of it making you moan. "I need you, Logan," you gasped, your hands moving to his pants. He takes your hands and pushes you back down to the bed, and removes the rest of your clothes.

His lips found your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking. He ate your pussy, his beard brushing against your thighs, making you shiver. Your hands gripped his head, holding him against you as he licked and sucked, his tongue dancing around your clit.

His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it. You gasped, your body trembling as he licked your pussy, his beard rubbing against your wetness.

Logan pulled away, his eyes dark with lust. He leans back up, his massive body covering yours. His cock rubbed against your pussy, the rough hair of his pubic bone brushing against your clit. You gasped, your body arching as he rubbed his cock against you, his hands squeezing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples.

His lips found your neck, his teeth nibbling as he leaned down to suck on your tits. You gasped, your body trembling as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. His hands roamed your body, his touch rough and demanding.

He chuckled, the sound low and deep. "ready, bub?," he murmured, you didn't respond, only wrapping your hand around his thick cock, stroking him gently. 

He groaned, his head falling back as you continued to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good," he gasped, his hips bucking against your hand. 

You continued to stroke him, your movements growing bolder. He groaned, His hand moved between your legs, his fingers slipping inside you once again. 

You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you now, sweetheart," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. 

Logan didn't waste any time, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock pressing against your wetness. He pushed inside you, his cock filling you completely. Your pussy clenched around him, your body welcoming his intrusion. You gasped, your body arching into him as he thrust into you. 

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the cabin as he slammed into you, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the bed. His rough pubic hair rubbing against your clit. You moaned, your hips bucking against him, desperate for more. Logan, his body glistening with sweat, a smirk on his face, pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He positioned you on your hands and knees. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the slap of skin.  

"Want my knot?." He asked his voice low and rough. He pushed back into you, the new position allowing him to go even deeper. You could feel every inch of his cock, and you knew you could never get enough. You reached back, grabbing his hip, encouraging him to go deeper. 

"Fuck yes, Alpha," you moaned, your body shuddering as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pounded into you. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, a heady scent that only served to heighten your arousal. Logan leaned down, his hairy body pressing against yours as he reached around, his fingers finding your clit.  

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're dripping for me." 

You moaned, your body shaking as he continued to pound into you. His fingers were working magic on your clit, and you knew you were close to the edge. His other hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, his grip firm but gentle. You could feel the power in his touch, sending shivers down your spine. 

His grip tightened slightly, and you gasped, your body shuddering with pleasure. "Please," you begged, your voice a soft whimper. "Please, Alpha, I need to come." 

Logan's grip on your throat tightened slightly, and he leaned down, his breath hot on your ear. "Come for me, 'mega," he growled. "Come all over my cock." 

You moaned, your body shuddering as you came, your pussy clenching around his cock. Logan continued to pound into you, his grip on your throat tightening as he chased his own release. He let out a low growl, and you could feel his cock swelling inside you, his knot locking into place. 

You moaned, your body shuddering with pleasure as he filled you with his seed. He held you close, his body pressed against yours as he rode out his own orgasm. His grip on your throat loosened, and he pulled you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you.  

After a few minutes catching your breath, Logan began scenting you. his rough hands trailing soothing circles along your stomach. His scent wrapped around you like a protective cocoon—earthy, rich, and undeniably Logan. He pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as he exhaled slowly like he was breathing you in. 

"You alright, sweetheart?" His voice was a low rumble, thick with exhaustion, but still full of concern. 

You let out a soft hum, snuggling closer against the heat of his body. "Mhm…" 

Logan chuckled, the sound deep and affectionate. "That ain't a real answer, bub." His fingers combed through your hair, untangling the strands with surprising gentleness. "You need anything? Water? Somethin' to eat?" 

You shook your head, feeling too content to move. "Just you." 

His chest rose with a slow breath, and he pulled the blankets higher around your shoulders, tucking you in even as he kept you in his arms. "You got me, sweetheart. Ain’t goin’ anywhere." 

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Part 2 and the final part to my Herculett fic. This is a fixit from the ending in X-treme X-men. Enjoy.

15k words, no warnings, but fluffy smut at the end :))

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Blooming Embarrassment

Logan Howlett x fem!reader x Victor Creed

no warnings. just fluff

The Xavier Institute was a place of peace and healing, or at least that’s what everyone kept telling you. The walls were sturdy, the beds comfortable, the food edible—most of the time. It was supposed to be a refuge for mutants like yourself, a safe haven after the nightmare endured at the hands of an anti-mutant organization. Yet, for all the safety it promised, it had presented an entirely new problem: Victor Creed and Logan Howlett. It wasn’t fair for two men to look that good. Victor was tall, broad, with a sharp grin that promised nothing but trouble. Logan, the same height, carried the same raw presence. The way they moved, all lethal confidence, had your heart beating wildly every time you caught sight of them. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing happening. Flowers. From your feet. Your powers were mostly useful—controlling animals, growing plants—but when flustered, they took on a life of their own. The moment nervousness, shyness, or embarrassment struck, flowers sprouted beneath you like a fairytale curse. Which was why speaking to either of them had been successfully avoided. Until today.

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Heading to the kitchen for a late-night snack, you see him. Victor Creed, standing in the hallway, arms crossed, watching your approach with something that resembled mild interest. Shit. Turning back would make it obvious you were avoiding him. Instead, you take a deep breath and keep walking. Maybe if you just keep your head down— “Hey.” Oh no. Glancing up, you meet his amused golden eyes. “Uh. Hi.” Victor tilts his head, examining you like a puzzle he’s trying to solve. “You’re new.” “Been here a while,” you mumble. “Just… quiet.” “That so?” He takes a lazy step toward you, predatory by nature, even when he isn’t trying to be. “Figured you were a ghost or somethin’. Always see ya walkin’ by, but never hear a peep.” The size difference feels overwhelming. “I just… keep to myself.” He smirks, about to say something else—when it happens. Flowers. Right at your feet. Bright pink peonies bloom in an instant, curling around your ankles, vibrant against the dull hallway floor. Victor’s smirk falters as he glances down, then back up at your face. “What the hell?” “Nothing!” you squeak, before promptly turning and fleeing in the opposite direction.

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An afternoon in the mansion’s living room should be relaxing. Ororo sits beside you on the couch, flipping through a book, while Kurt lounges in a chair across from you, happily munching on a chocolate bar. The quiet hum of conversation fills the air, a rare moment of peace in a house full of chaos. It’s nice. Comfortable. Then Logan walks in. You don’t notice at first, but Ororo does. She glances up from her book, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Here comes trouble.” Kurt chuckles, following her gaze. “Ah, ja. Our dear friend is about to have a moment.” You frown, confused, until a familiar voice speaks up. “Didn’t expect to find ya here, sweetheart.” Your stomach flips. Logan strides in, casual as ever, a towel draped over his shoulders from what was likely an intense training session. He smells faintly of sweat and soap, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. The sight alone is enough to make your face burn. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay— Flowers. Dainty white lilies and tiny purple violets burst from the floor beneath you, creeping around your ankles like they were always meant to be there. Logan pauses mid-step, eyebrows raising. His lips twitch, eyes darting from the flowers to your mortified expression. “Huh.” Ororo elegantly places a bookmark in her novel, watching with open amusement. “Fascinating.” Kurt barely suppresses a laugh. “A most unique reaction.” You want the earth to swallow you whole. Logan takes a slow step forward, deliberately closing the distance. “So, what kinda flowers ya think I’ll get if I—” He reaches out, nudging your chin up with a single finger. Sunflowers. Bright, golden, utterly betraying you. Kurt actually snorts. Ororo hides her grin behind her hand. “Oh, this is delightful.” Logan chuckles, stepping back. “Gotta say, darlin’, you’re makin’ this real fun for me.” You bury your face in your hands. “I hate this.” “No, you don’t,” Ororo teases. You do. (You really don’t.)

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A few days later, Victor approaches with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Got somethin’ for ya,” he drawls, holding out a bouquet of wildflowers. The gesture alone is shocking enough to leave you speechless. “Figured if you’re gonna be sprouting these things, might as well bring my own.” You stare at the flowers, then at him. “You’re messing with me.” “Always.” He grins. “But I do wanna take ya out. Walk in the woods, just us. What do ya say?” Despite yourself, warmth spreads through your chest. “Fine.” The next evening, you walk together through the dense forest, the cool evening breeze rustling the leaves. Victor is surprisingly quiet at first, the usual smugness replaced by something more contemplative. Occasionally, his arm brushes against yours, and every time it does, your heartbeat picks up. You brought carrots for the deer, and when a small herd appears in the clearing, you both watch them with quiet appreciation. Victor chuckles as one nudges your hand for more food. “They like you.” “They’re animals,” you point out. “Of course they do.” He watches you carefully, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, his smirk returns. “Bet if I tried real hard, I could make ya bloom right now.” You scoff. “Not happening.” “Oh yeah?” He steps closer, his voice dropping an octave. “What if I—” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” You jab him lightly in the ribs, laughing—until you suddenly find yourself pinned against a tree, Victor’s large hands gripping your wrists. His sharp grin fades just a little, his gaze darkening as he studies your face. “Y’know, you really are somethin’ else.” The teasing drops away for just a moment, leaving something more raw, more real. You barely have time to react before he crashes his lips against yours, rough and consuming. His grip tightens, the heat of his body pressing against yours, overwhelming in the best way. Your breath hitches, and just as expected—flowers bloom wildly at your feet, spiraling up the bark of the tree behind you. Wild roses, soft petals brushing against your ankles, betraying every emotion swirling inside you. Victor pulls back just enough to see the display, then smirks against your lips. “Knew it.”

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Logan’s low growl echoed across the room as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face. “So, you’ve been avoiding me. What’s the deal, sweetheart? You’ve been making flowers grow like it’s your job every time we talk.” You shifted uncomfortably, your cheeks blazing with heat, and, as always, you felt the telltale tingling in your feet. Sure enough, delicate white blossoms began to bloom at the edges of your shoes. You swore you could hear him chuckle under his breath. “I—I’m not avoiding you,” you stammered, trying to hide your embarrassment. "It just happens." “Oh, I know. You’re trying to keep your cool, huh?” Logan’s voice dropped a little, teasing. “But these flowers sure are a giveaway.” Your feet were now covered in a carpet of white petals, the bright flowers seeming to mock your every move. You wanted to disappear, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to his attention. “You know, I think I’d like to see what happens if we keep talking,” Logan continued, stepping closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned down slightly, taking in the sight of your feet, the flowers blossoming like a spring garden in full bloom. “I’m warning you,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. The situation was too ridiculous, and yet, Logan’s presence was somehow reassuring. “If you keep teasing me, you’re going to be covered in flowers too.” Logan raised an eyebrow, his lips curling upward. “You think I’m scared of a few flowers, sweetheart? I’ve fought in wars, but nothing scares me more than a shy, flustered woman with flowers growing at her feet.” You rolled your eyes, trying not to let the heat creep up to your ears, but it was useless. The teasing was working, and you were getting more and more embarrassed by the second. “Fine,” Logan said suddenly, reaching behind him and pulling out a small bouquet of vibrant, wildflowers. “I figured I’d bring you some of your own kind.” He grinned like a cat who had just caught a mouse. You stared at him, wide-eyed. “You—brought me flowers?” “Yeah, figured it might get me some points,” he replied, his teasing tone softening just enough to show he was being sincere. “I might have teased you about these flowers, but I kind of like the way you make them grow.” He handed you the bouquet, his fingers brushing yours as he did, sending a spark of warmth through your chest. You took the flowers, your heart pounding, and glanced at Logan. “You’re really persistent, huh?” “I am,” he agreed with a wink. “But I like the challenge.” His smile widened as he stepped a little closer, his presence intoxicating. “So, how about we get away from this garden of yours and go grab dinner? Maybe you can show me what happens when we’re not standing around all awkward.” Your breath caught, and you almost wanted to say no, but the way his eyes were fixed on you made it impossible. “Are you asking me out?” He chuckled, low and rich, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Wouldn’t be much of a date if I didn’t.” “I don’t know, Logan…” You feigned hesitation, despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach. “I might get nervous again. And you might have to put up with more flowers.” “Then I’ll make sure we’re sitting somewhere with plenty of room for your garden to grow,” Logan teased back, his voice turning softer as his hand brushed against your cheek. “Just say yes, and I promise we’ll make it worth your while.” With a deep breath, you smiled, the air between you both thick with anticipation. “Alright, fine. Dinner sounds good.” Logan’s grin widened, and as he leaned in closer, you felt your heart race.

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[loganbcrnes]

Mine

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x female!reader

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Rough Sex, Dom/sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Logan (X-Men), Feral Behavior, Rut Sex, mention of frank castle, Explicit Sexual Content, Breeding, Impregnation, Marking, Blow Jobs, Logan has a big cock, and hes very hairy yes, Reader-Insert Authors note: originally posted this on my ao3, but decided to just upload the full one-shot here as well. link. Not beta'ed and no description of reader Summary: Logan unexpectedly goes into rut and you're there to help him through it.

You had no idea what you were anticipating when Logan came home from work. Before he left in the morning, he was acting stranger than normal. His temper was short, his motions were labored, and he wasn’t himself. His scent was also stronger than normal. It didn’t take you long to realize something was wrong, the bond felt stronger between you two like it was during the war and before you even began to make lunch, you received a text from your Logan.

Logan: I don’t want you to be alarmed, but I think I’m in rut.

This caught you by surprise. Most alphas these days didn’t get ruts and omegas didn’t get heats either. Just like they’re becoming rarer as time goes by. it’s sad really, back before the war, before Hydra - you were able to go into heat. You always spent it alone back in the 30s, you even got time off from your part-time job as a nurse when you were temporarily staying in Ireland. Logan could go into ruts too before Project X. during the war you both would help each other out, which led to you both bonding until the train mission fucked all of that up.

But now it’s 2021, over 70 years have gone by and 3 years since The Snap. You are forever thankful that both you and Logan survived it. You don’t know what you would have done if your beloved alpha was taken away from you once again. Since then you both decided to get a nice cabin in the mountains to get away from everything. You both were done fighting, tired of constantly losing people you loved. 

Logan got a job in construction in town about an hour away. So he didn’t usually come home until around 6 pm. You were thankful when you got the news that Frank Castle and his pack of alphas were moving a few miles away from your cabin a few months ago. You know it can get isolated in this area, so to have friends that you consider family to come and visit was nice.

There was no time to think about the next course of action though, it was clear what you had to do and something you thought you wouldn’t ever do again. Logan would be back in about half an hour, which gave you time to set up the room and go for a nice shower. 

You immediately went into one of the cupboards in your walk-in wardrobe for blankets. Logan didn’t necessarily like making nests, he always said and his quote: “ya’ don’t need to make those things no more lady, you use your alpha.” in his deep gruff tone. So you resorted to cuddling at least 2 times a day instead and he would fuck you into the mattress just how like it every time. 

Once you got a mattress onto the floor with a ton of blankets and pillows littered onto it, you went into the bathroom and stripped down. You cleaned up and once you were done, you slipped on a white silky nightie that reached down to your thighs. After that you got some nice cold water bottles to put beside the nest. As you were done you heard the door click open.

Logan could smell you before he even got out of his truck. His heightened senses were even more sensitive and he could smell just how wet you already were. All he could think about was knot, breed, mate- over and over as he got closer to the door.

It was rather embarrassing when he started to sweat and get a hard-on on his lunch break. He didn’t understand at first, but then recognized the symptoms to be a rut. Thankfully Frank was there to get him to leave, but damn did that hurt his ego a little.

Once he entered he was hit again with your strong scent. It was so sweet, sweeter than usual that he was beginning to think that maybe his rut could trigger your heat. He sure hoped so. Your scent was a mixture of roses and strawberries, he used to hate strawberries before he met you, but now it’s one of his favourite fruits.

You looked up from your iPad as Logan walked in and put down his backpack. “Hey,” you said as you got up, but were cut off by a squeak when he immediately jumped you. He picked you up by your thighs, making his way to your bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. He nipped and sucked little bruises into your soft flesh. He put you down gently onto the mattress and started groping your breasts. 

“Fuck, I’ve been thinkin’ about this all day, Darlin’”. Logan growls as he starts kissing down the valley between your breasts. He pulled back and slipped off your nightie, revealing your breasts and wet cunt. You blushed and looked away, but your alpha immediately notices. “Hey, no looking away from your alpha now,” Logan says as he grips your jaw to look back at him. 

“Sorry, Alpha” you shyly say. Logan only grunts back in reply as he stares down at you. You grip at his clothes, “off, please” you whine at him. Logan immediately starts to strip down, you stare at his glorious beefy body as he takes off his pleated shirt and jeans. Your eyes traveled the trail of hair down to his already hard cock. You lick your lips wanting to taste so badly. 

Logan notices as smirks, he leans back down to press his lips against yours, just as a whimper escapes through your lips, giving you a smoldering kiss which leaves you breathless within seconds, distracting you as he continues to run his hand up and down the curves of your body, getting closer to your sensitive parts.

You are gasping for breath when he pulls away, and in your complete haze, you watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. “Taste so fucking sweet ‘mega”. Logan growls as he licks your clit. You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance. You feel the hard tips of Logan’s fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.

“So hot, baby,” Logan growls, his warm breath falling on your sensitive folds as he whispers between the kisses he is giving you right at your heated core. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I could smell your sweet scent before I even got outta my car.”

You can’t think straight, you’re totally blissed out and your mind is filled with alphalphabreedmatealphabreed constantly, you reckon he has triggered your heat, but you don’t even realize and neither does he. His cock is stiff and swollen, you notice the center of his length has a bulge, showing that his knot is starting to form.  Your cheeks begin to heat up realizing that you’re doing this to your alpha. 

You go deeper and deeper into submission, surrendering yourself to your alpha, letting him know he can use you however he wants. Logan feels everything you feel, your bond is so strong that it’s overwhelming for the both of you. 

He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He has never seen anything so beautiful. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge.

He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. “Come for me, little mate.”

You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You can’t hold it in anymore as you come to your release. “Alpha!”. You moan out as you arch your back, Logan continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.

Once you come down from your high, Logan pulls back and climbs up the bed kneeling right beside your head. Keeping one hand at your chin, he raises your head up as he uses the other hand to pump his cock, aiming the crown tip on your swollen lips. “Go and put your pretty mouth to use, Darlin’,” Logan says. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the slit, making you drool at the taste, while the heady scent of his cock fills your senses as you breathe him in.

You eagerly nod, barely catching a breath from your strong orgasm, he slips his cock through your open mouth, wanting to satisfy your alpha.

Groaning, Logan reaches down and squeezes your nipple as he thrust in and out of your mouth with almost the same force he would use if he is deep inside your pussy. 

“Love these tits of yours baby, love to see them jiggle when I fuck your tight cunt” Logan continues to grope your tits as he dirty talks. He thrusts into your mouth hard and you moan at his words, cheeks reddened at how dirty he’s making you feel.

You suck the entire length of him each time, loving the feel of the head of his cock at the back of your throat. Using his other hand, Logan grabs onto your hair, keeping you steady as he plunges deeper inside your mouth, pummelling deep into your throat each time he reaches to the brim.

His heavy balls filled with seed, slaps against your chin, loving the sensation and feeling dirty all at the same time. You dig your nails into his thigh with one hand and into the sheets with the other, holding on tightly as your lover uses your mouth for his pleasure. “So fucking good, baby. Always taking my fat cock so well. Look at you choking on it” Logan rambles as he thrusts into your mouth. He groans as you suck hard. You continue to choke as his knot is forming. 

Logan’s cock falls out of your mouth with a pop. The spasms of your climax remain. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath. You feel movement and blankets being moved on the mattress. After a few minutes, you feel a hand caress your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ears. You open your eyes to see Logan, his pupils are dilated to the point you only almost only see black. “You okay, Honey?” Logan asked. He leans down to press soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. You hum as you lean into his touch, “Want you now Lo”. you said, “please knot me, need it so bad”. 

You’re a whimpering mess now, grinding your clit against Logan’s muscular thigh. Logan growls as he pulls back, he grabs a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest pushed flush against the mattress, legs bent, and the knees with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now.

His long fingers trace your slit as arousal floods from your entrance, coating your slick on his fingertips. Anticipation pangs at your chest as you wait for his next move. Everything in him wants to drive his hardened cock into you and knot you full of his seed.

Logan’s eyes screwed shut as he brings a finger up to his mouth, basking in the taste of you. A wanton moan erupts from his lips at the taste – so perfectly sweet he would never be able to get enough.

Dire thoughts rush through your mind as you rest on your elbows, face turned to the side to try and see Logan out of your peripheral vision. His pupils are completely blown, eyes focused only on your center as his chest heaves in anticipation. “Please Alpha, breed me, I’m ready,” you say to him. 

Logan is always less talkative during sex and now that he’s in his rut and possibly gone feral, his mind is screaming to him to knot and breed your tight cunt, to the point he can’t form words.

His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, grasping onto your hips with such pressure that it is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, even with your fast healing. Sharp fingernails dig into your skin as his tip meets your entrance. It’s fiery and red, inflamed and veins popping out alongside his length from how hard he is. The precum that leaks from his tip coat your slit, combining with the wetness dripping down your thighs to create a delicious mixture.

One last reassuring squeeze of your side is all he gives before pushing into you ruggedly. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he makes his way into your core, feeling the familiar sensation you felt back during the war. His size is bigger, so much thicker and longer than his normal length when he is not in rut. It’s a lot to take in at once, and he’s trying his best to let you relax as your body adjusts to his size. 

“You can move,” you say, lip caught between your teeth as your walls stretch further around him.

With your fists grasping for the sheets, Logan begins thrusting his hips slowly into you– holding out a second each time he bottoms out to let you breathe. His nails only dig into your sides further, barely giving him a grip onto reality to hold back his animalistic instincts.

Deep grunts leave his mouth as he tries to hold himself back, but he can feel his humanity slipping further and further away with each clench of your pussy. His heavy balls slap against your clit.

“Can’t hold back much longer,” he bares his teeth, “need to breed you now.”

You moan out loud “please, please alpha, need you to fill me up with your pups” you continue to beg him. 

Quickly, his hips snap into yours, his thick muscles flexing as he holds your body steady, fucking into you deeply. Breath is sucked out of you as his pace increases; stars forming at the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, mouth salivating at the increasing pleasure bestowing upon you. His length is a lot to get used to again, even though Logan tried to avoid knotting you back then because you both didn’t have enough time, there were times when he would sneak into your sleeping quarters to knot you in the middle of the night, his hand pressed against your mouth to reduce your loud moans as he thrusts his large cock into you; but the everlasting pressure against your g-spot was making the pain melt away.

Logan thrusts in and out of your pussy effortlessly, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. With each thrust, he bottoms out, and it becomes difficult for you to remain upright. Limbs shaking from pleasure, your elbows begin to give way, landing you flat against the mattress.

Your mouth opens, but the only thing able to escape is a silent scream, too immersed in the feeling of him battering your walls and hitting your cervix to make a sound. A loud moan leaves your lips as he pulls you back up, his arms wrapping around your waist to use all his strength to hold you in position. His sweaty hairy chest is pressed flush against your back, the heat radiating off his body soothing you as his mouth meets your ear. A quick nip is placed on your earlobe as he catches it between his teeth.

“Taking me so well.”

He says in his deep voice. The praise quickly soothes your nerves, helping you relax into him as he holds your body close, closer than you had ever felt to him before. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on.

“Logan I-I’m gonna–”

“I can smell it,” he groans, mouth meeting your bond mark as he sucks harshly on it. 

A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate.

Feeling your release over him only makes him thrust harder, deeper. It sends him into a full-blown frenzy, unable to keep himself from chasing his high. “Smells so sweet, gonna breed you, Baby, have you pumped up with my pups. Gonna look so sexy with your tits filled with milk and your pregnant belly.” he rambles, the more he talks dirty the closer you get to the edge. 

And you knew what this meant. You both finally have a chance to have children. Something you have always wanted when you first got together with Logan. Before meeting him, you never had high hopes to find a man and have a child or two. You were insecure and no one wanted a 26-year-old virgin omega. Especially since omegas were looked down upon back then.

But that time is over now, you're with the love of your life 70+ years into the future and everything you have ever wanted is here right now.

“God, do it, Logan, please knot me,” the words slip between cries, still shaking in the aftermath of your orgasm, “Breed me.”

So he does.

His eyes slam shut as his mouth finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, reclaiming you once again. Screams blow past your lips as blood begins to trickle from the wound on your shoulder. Your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood.

“That’s it ‘mega. Doing so good for me. So perfect.”

Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to him as you do right now. Firecrackers lit through your veins, the connection between you and Logan binding stronger than ever and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now, you’re too blissed out from the shock of him reclaiming you to notice how his cock is beginning to swell inside of you.

Cum shoots out of his member, filling you up to the brim until your abdomen begins to feel heavy and swell. That floating feeling quickly begins to fade as his orgasm keeps coming and coming, no inch of your insides gone untouched by his seed. It seems like it's never going to end, and you can feel the pressure from his release building and building inside of you. Your sensitive walls stretch as his cock expands, your body doing the job it’s supposed to; knotting to plug you up and make sure none of his cum drips out.

“Logan,” you whine, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock continues to inflate inside of you, “Logan it kinda hurts.”

“Shhh It’s almost over, baby,” he comforts you, stroking your hair before guiding you onto your side, laying behind you. After such a rough round, his familiar touch eases your pain. The light kisses he places along your spine let you sink back into him, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips instead of the balloon-sized cock stretching your vagina. Gentle hands trace circles up and down your arms as you listen to the sound of his calming breath. His chest heaves as he tries to come down from the adrenaline rush.

Soft kisses soon turn into small licks running over the length of your back as you lay there, still speared on his cock. Now that his animalistic needs were met, it was all about you.

“What are you doing?” you frown slightly.

“Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this new method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it.

As Logan’s knot begins to subdue he doesn’t let go. His tongue soothes over the spot of his mark, all red, but could see the bond mark more visible than it was before. 

“Do you really think this will work?” you ask Logan. You don’t know what you will do with yourself if you aren’t able to get pregnant by this. “It will trust me, Darlin’. And if it doesn’t, we’ll try again and again until it does,” he says as he kisses your shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, I’m so happy you’re mine after all these years.”

Butterflies flutter in your tummy as a smile stretches across your face. All you want to do right now is to turn around and kiss him, so you do. His face is just as bright as yours when you meet his eyes. His hair is messy and his skin is shining with perspiration, but he looks handsome as ever. He welcomes your kiss like he’s been waiting for it all day. Mouth chasing after your lips, capturing them in a quick kiss before pulling away.

It's the first time he’s seen your eyes since you’ve gotten home, and even then he couldn’t appreciate them as he could now. There's a different glow that he didn’t notice before. Maybe it's because he’s reclaimed you and knotted you after all these years, but he is willing to do anything and everything for you.

“I love you,” you sigh, pressing your palm to his cheek. He looks so innocent now, the blackness in his eyes now faded back to the hazel color you love so much. All the years and pain he’s been through, disappeared. 

“And I love that you’re mine.”

[loganbcrnes]

Bound by Instinct

The storm had barely passed, but the air was still thick with the smell of smoke and blood. The sound of clashing swords and the shrill cries of villagers echoed through the once-peaceful village, now under the wrath of a berserker raid.

Wolfbear Syverson, his tall, muscular frame with his hair splattered on his chest, cloaked in the shadows of a bloodied sky, moved like a predator among his pack. His eyes, feral and wild, scanned the chaos around him, the primal instinct to conquer and claim driving him forward. His pack of berserkers, fierce and untamed, followed him like wolves in the hunt. They tore through the village with the speed and brutality of a storm, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

But Sy’s eyes were sharp, his senses keen, and amidst the war cries, there was another sound—a distinct cry, one that didn’t belong to any villager, but to someone in torment. His head snapped toward the source, and the scent hit him almost immediately—the sharp tang of fear, pain, and desperation. It was the unmistakable stench of tortured slaves.

His jaw clenched as he followed the scent, his pace quickening. The villagers hadn’t hidden you away for protection; they had imprisoned you and the others for their own cruel amusement. From within the cage, you and the rest of the slaves bore the marks of their brutality—bruises, open wounds, broken spirits. Some were too weak to lift their heads, while others whimpered as fresh blows rained down upon them.

Syverson’s pack fanned out, cutting down anyone who dared stand in their way. He reached the site where you were held, his hands curling into fists as he took in the sight of you—filthy, bruised, shaking from exhaustion. Rage burned deep in his gut.

Without a word, he surged forward, his large hands gripping the iron bars and ripping them apart with a strength that seemed impossible. The metal screeched in protest as the door was torn from its hinges and flung to the ground.

The villagers around the cage faltered, confused at first, but they soon realized their mistake. They drew their weapons, but it was too late—Sy’s fury had already been unleashed.

With a savage roar, he cut them down without hesitation, his blade slicing through flesh like it was nothing. His berserkers followed, their war cries shaking the earth as they tore through the remaining enemies. The battle was over in moments, bodies left strewn across the blood-soaked ground.

You barely had the strength to move, your body trembling from hunger and exhaustion. The other slaves bolted the moment they had the chance, but you remained frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened.

Then his gaze landed on you.

It was like being caught in the sights of a predator—one with burning blue eyes, a towering frame, and the air of something untamed. The moment his eyes met yours, you knew that whatever had driven him to slaughter the villagers wasn’t just bloodlust. It was something else. Something primal.

“Come,” he growled, his voice low and guttural.

It wasn’t a request.

You hesitated, but before you could fully register what was happening, his large hand shot out and gripped your arm, hauling you to your feet. His grip was firm, almost searing against your skin, but not cruel. Your legs nearly gave out beneath you, but he didn’t let you fall.

He turned and pulled you along, his long strides making it difficult to keep up. The rest of his pack continued their destruction, razing the village to the ground, but Syverson was already leaving, his focus entirely on you.

The dense forest loomed ahead, dark and quiet in contrast to the fiery wreckage behind you. You didn’t know where he was taking you, didn’t know if this was another form of captivity, but your body was too weak to resist.

After what felt like hours of walking, you arrived at the entrance of a cave, carved into the side of a rocky hill. Inside, the scent of damp earth and animal pelts filled the air. A fire burned low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Syverson released your arm, but you didn’t dare move. You watched as he removed the heavy fur cloak from his shoulders, his sharp gaze never leaving you. His expression was unreadable—wild, intense, something between curiosity and possession.

Then, after a long moment, he grunted and nodded toward the furs piled near the fire.

“Rest.”

It was the only word he spoke, rough and unpolished.

You hesitated, still trying to understand what was happening. He had slaughtered the ones who tortured you. He had taken you from that hell and brought you here. But why?

Your body ached with exhaustion, your mind spinning with confusion. Yet, as you stood there beneath the weight of his stare, you realized one thing: whatever had happened back in the village, whatever instincts had driven him to take you…

You were his now.