#prey!logan

[introvertedelf]

prey and predator with logan ( does not go with my other ask)

Omg yesss you got it! @pickuptruck01

Warnings: breeding kink, creampie, Logan being a lil rough, scent kink, I think Logan called the reader a s!ut once?

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You were hiding from Logan on purpose in the closet. He didn’t know what was going on, or so you thought.

You were about to get down and dirty with him before you mischievously ran away, winking before you disappeared.

He was a smart man. And he knew how filthy you were. How much you loved the way he dominated you.

“You know I can smell you, don’t you darlin’?” You heard him call from outside the room you were in.

You didn’t make a peep. You knew he knew you were in that closet. But this was a game. And so he went on to the next room.

You relocated to the dining room, hiding beneath the table. The table cloth went down the sides, so no one could see you under there.

You heard his boots walking, getting closer.

“I guess Y/N’s not in here . . .”

He moved on again. You fought yourself to keep from laughing. This was so thrilling. You knew you couldn’t truly hide from him. Not when you were this wet. He could smell your arousal from a mile away.

You got up once the coast was clear, heading down a hallway. You were going into another room—

“Gotcha!” He growled, grabbing you from behind. “What’s this little game you’re playing, huh? You wanted me to hunt you down, slut?”

You smiled up at him, turning around and pressing lips against his.

“Nu-uh. You wanna play that game? I hunted you down. I got my prize. Now I get to do with it what I want. Get your ass in there,” he motioned to the vacant room. Charles would be awfully upset, but oh well. That would be Logan’s problem.

He threw you on the bed, ripping clothes off of you, literally. “All you had to do was ask, baby. You know I would have obliged.”

“It wouldn’t have been much fun if I told you beforehand,” you said, spreading your legs in invitation for him.

“I guess you’re right. Such a naughty girl, spreading your fucking legs for me like that. You want me between them?”

You whimpered when he knelt down, inhaling the scent of your cunt and growling. “Fuck, you’d never be able to hide from me like this.”

He spread open your lips with his hands, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, giving it a suck once he got there. “I could eat you out all fucking day,” he said before fucking you with his tongue.

Your hips bucked into his face, but he swatted them down quickly. “Keep still.”

He began to ‘make out’ with your pussy, getting sloppy and inserting a couple fingers inside of you, twisting them around and making you squirm.

“What did I just fucking tell ya? Hold still. What are you trying to do?”

“It’s so much, Lo—I can’t—“

He chuckled, the vibrations going straight to your clit. “Cum then if you can’t take it. Let it go, sweetheart.”

And so you did, all over Logan’s face. Yeah, you squirted all over his face, and he lapped it all up effortlessly. “Fuck. Do that more often, m’kay?”

He turned you around, putting you on your hands and knees, hands grabbing at your ass and hips. “Gonna fuck you now nice and good. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Beg me for it.”

You looked at him, giving your best puppy dog eyes. “Loooo, please. You know I need you. I wanna feel full of your cock so fucking—“

You didn’t need to say anything else. He was inside of you in an instant, and he didn’t start of slow. He fucked you like he needed air to breathe, balls hitting you with a smack with every thrust.

“I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy up, you hear me?”

He reached around between your thighs, cupping your cunt with his big hand, whispering “mine” into your ear.

He began to rub your clit, making you squirm. “Nope. Don’t you dare try to run away from me. I know that little pussy is sensitive, baby. I fucking know. But give me one more, yeah? Give it to me.”

His dirty talk never failed to send electric currents straight to your core, and you came practically on his command, screaming his name.

He growled, somehow fucking you harder, chasing his high. “Dammit, I’m gonna fill that pussy up, you hear me? I’m gonna—ah fuck—“

You felt his cum spray your insides all at once. When Logan came, it was in full, heavy loads. You couldn’t ever hold all his cum inside of you, so it dropped down on the sheets beneath you.

He rested against your back, pressing kisses into your shoulder blades and rubbing you.

Finally he rolled over with you, his cock still plugging you up. “Next time you want me to hunt you down, just tell me, doll. I’ll hunt you down and breed you until I’m satisfied.”

[dailydccomics]

Birds of Prey and Titans 🎃 by Kelley Jones

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures

[angelflms]

"hey you're that singer no one listens to..."

"hey you're that asshole no one likes..."

___

"shut the fuck up..."

"*s(creaming) inside* oh my god..."

idk y'all they're kinda tethered

(aka me gushing over peanutbub/dinahharls)

[wolvndmouth]

🫠🥴🥵

let him chase you around the woods for a few hours

you are in absolute tears, cowering behind a tree in the darkness, hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt to stay quiet

only to find out the hot hard way that Wade’s had Logan tracking you by scent the whole time

[evilhorse]

Donna Troy’s squad stands vigilant in case Jon finds the island.

(Absolute Power #3)

[rhaenall]

actually the reason why logan tries to emasculate kendall through gay sex metaphors is because kendall used to in fact bend over and get fucked to seal a deal so logan was just asking if he is still doing that :/

(That one kenstewy fic where logan pimps kendall out to a board member yeah…)

[finnstansonly]

Tubi really is the steamer that feels the most like watching real tv

[sunlightgaps]

roman roy + "carrion" by fiona apple

[buggotbrain]

this succ episode. this is familial relationships. this is the sibling dynamic. the plyte of the third parent. the eventual role reversal of the parent child dynamic. when too much money erodes. this is what narcissistic parenting gets you. the cycle of abuse. all of this happening in a karaoke bar past midnight. most succession episode of succession of all time.

[i-am-church-the-cat]

bird of prey

wc: 1230 summary: Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them. Logan was not one of such cases. A little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight. And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant.

also read on ao3

Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them, but not always. Sometimes, multiple gods will try and claim you, but everyone eventually levels out to just one. 

Oscar is one of those cases. The Piastri family god of hard work tried to claim him when he was an infant, but so did the goddess of sleep and dreams. Despite their family god’s best efforts, baby Oscar just took too many naps and had too big of dreams. 

His patron, Poppy, is pretty chill, as her namesake suggests. His god is why he has “koala eyes”. She appreciates that he’s following his dreams but she doesn’t love that it’s in something so fast. 

Logan was not one of such cases. The Sargeant family god of physical conflict did not once try to grab onto him as they did his brother and cousins. For a long time actually, his parents worried he wasn’t going to get a patron god at all, something that’s practically unheard of. But a little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight. 

And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant. And, subsequently, how he got his middle name. 

Unlike Oscar’s deity, many people claimed that Logan’s god would help him be a racing driver. And, they did, but only when Logan was doing poorly. 

You see, Logan loved hunting down the cars in front of him, picking them off one by one. Logan often explains it to Oscar as a kind of tunnel vision. Many a shot have been captured of Logan’s eyes shining bright blue during a race. “Eagle-eyed” has never been such an apt descriptor. 

But, Logan hated being hunted. He inevitably lost spots if he started on pole, even if he did manage to work himself back up most of the time. Logan has never and will never lead a race from start to finish. 

But don’t think that stops him from winning. Logan’s best races happen when he starts from the back of the grid. His charges are legendary and unreplicable for someone who doesn’t get that whole-body focus that Logan gets. If Logan is behind you, he will catch you. 

Oscar thinks about that now as he barely manages to squeeze Logan out from overtaking him. 

“I’m not going to be able to keep this up, guys,” Oscar says, almost forgetting to press his comm button. 

“There are just two more laps, Oscar, keep pushing, you’re doing great,” his race engineer says back to him. Oscar huffs and doesn’t respond. 

They don’t get it. They’ve only seen Logan in F1 where he was convinced he wasn’t the biggest, nastiest bird in the air anymore. Something about the winter break had reminded Logan that he was a hunter. A killer. A bird of prey. 

And right now? Oscar was the fucking prey. Damn, his koala eyes. 

Logan gets past him for P6 just as they’re rounding the last corner to the checkered flag. Oscar does his best to use his DRS and get him on the straight, but Logan has already opened his wings and is soaring towards the finish line. Oscar sighs in frustration as he crosses in P7, two places below where he’d started. 

Oscar parks his car and watches from the seat as Logan hops out of the #2 Williams into the arms of his engineers. He still looks like he’s flying. Oscar turns away and pulls himself out of his car, accepting fistbumps and back pats from his mechanics. 

Oscar is sweaty and hot and tired. He can feel Poppy pulling on his eyelids, arguing for lying down right where he is and going to sleep. She’s always kind enough to stay out of the car for him, but as soon as he’s back on two feet, all bets are off. He’s just hoping she’ll let him get to the hotel this time. 

Turns out falling asleep wasn’t the thing he had to worry about. It was being caught. Again. 

Logan slams into his back and Oscar’s head spins as he’s pulled in a different direction than he was heading. He finds himself in a small doorway, slightly hidden from sight, with Logan pressed up to and wiggling against his chest. 

The blond drags his face up across Oscar’s neck, letting out little excited huffs Oscar knows too well. He’s almost blinded by the shiny blue of Logan’s eagle eyes when his boyfriend finally looks at him. 

“I beat you,” he says, unapologetically happy, not bothering to be gentle with him. 

“Really, I didn’t notice, mate,” Oscar huffs, dragging a hand through his hair and then down his face. Logan’s high energy and Oscar’s low energy is a concentration gradient. Oscar ends up sucking up so much of the energy Logan is radiating, they both end up somewhere around normal. 

Logan smiles remorsefully and tucks his face back into Oscar’s neck. Oscar lets him hide, not worried about letting a predator so close to his throat. Despite what some might think of his patron, Logan could never actually hurt anyone. Hunting is about necessity, not pain. He just lets the blond get out his excess energy by breathing in all of Oscar’s heady exhaustion. 

“You’re really tired,” Logan comments, mouth squished up against Oscar’s shoulder. And, despite not being able to feel it at the moment, Oscar has to agree. Poppy is getting even more insistent that he sleeps, already trying to coax him with images of wonderful dreams he could be having. 

His wedding day. He and Logan on the podium together again. His championship win. All very enticing thoughts. 

“Mhm,” Oscar hums for lack of anything else to say. Logan pulls back and sweeps Oscar’s hair away from his forehead so he can see his eyes. 

This happens whenever Logan battles someone near the end of a race. All of his focus is still trapped on that person, having nowhere else to go to. Usually, Logan goes right into his post-race routine, focusing on things that come second nature to him. But when it’s Oscar, he doesn’t bother. He just becomes the most attentive boyfriend ever. 

“You need a shower,” the blond says, surely already planning their route to Logan’s hotel. Logan’s because he caught him today, because he needs to bring Oscar back to his space and remind everyone Oscar’s his. “And food.”

Oscar wants to argue that last point. He doesn’t feel hungry. But Logan’s hyperfocus is rarely ever wrong. More than likely, the exhaustion is overriding the hunger and Oscar just isn’t aware of it. 

He slumps forward, eyes closing as he lays his head down on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Logan’s arms automatically wrap around him. 

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to carry me. I’m not moving more than my mouth for the rest of the night.”

Logan’s soft laughter floats over him as Oscar drops quickly into the realm of sleep. The sound follows him into his dreams, Poppy happy to include the best bits of Oscar’s real life in his sleeping one. 

Oscar’s a child of dreams. He’s always going to keep chasing them. And Logan’s always going to keep chasing him. A perfect bird of prey.

[nitpickrider]

This is why the bad guys can never win. They can never come at the heroes one at a time. They chose close ranks.

[youjustgotlawyered]

When you join a new gym and it’s right next to McDonald’s:

[annieanonymous1]

Holy-

okay but Logan with a VERY high prey-drive

one time they're on a mission for the TVA, working together surprisingly well - only, thanks to temppad malfunction (read: Wade's ADHD fidgeting) they managed to land on the wrong side of a forest to their mark. Wade, taking this in his stride, yells 'race ya!' and sprints off into the trees.

Only

Ten seconds later

300lb of snarling Wolverine thumps into his back

Driving him facefirst onto a bed of pine needles and gnarled old roots

Pinning him prone, wrists grabbed two-together in one of Logan's big hands, slammed into the floor over Wade's head. He's scruffed by Logan's jaws, which clamp tight on the back of Wade's neck, ready to bite down through his spinal cord and sheer off his life

And all the while

Logan is growling. Growling like Wade just dangled a nice raw steak under his nose, then whipped it away at the last second. Growling louder, biting down firmer, the moment Wade tries to wiggle away - until he submits, goes limp, lets himself be pinned.

Wade, trying desperately to think of something funny to say, can only manage a breathy little "Well, now I'm wet"

He is not talking about the moisture from the damp forest floor seeping up through his suit.

[witchhaunts]

Tag drop ft. dynamics / connections pt. 6

iii. ( jordan / critica1success ) : you waxen wing ; you foolish thing

iv. ( &. jordan / critica1success ) : tonight we sing the songs for the ghosts that will not die

iii. ( luca / critica1success ) : revenge proves its own executioner

iv. ( &. luca / critica1success ) : your contempt will always taste like grief

iii. ( lyra / critica1success ) : so she had passed her childhood like a half wild cat

iv. ( &. lyra / critica1success ) : bloom beautifully ; dangerously ; loudly ; softly ; however you need just bloom

iii. ( joey / critica1success ) : you may not change the world but you will leave a scar

iv. ( &. joey / critica1success ) : i hope to show you what to do with tenderness when all you expect is fury

iii. ( logan / critica1success ) : you bit the hand of god &. now he won't feed you either

iv. ( &. logan / critica1success ) : pain is the great connector they treat us like prey but we are the hunters

iii. ( owen / critica1success ) : the anger in your heart warms you now but will leave you cold in your grave

iv. ( &. owen / critica1success ) : i don't blame you for being you but you can't blame me fore hating it

[eyesxxyou]

Perverted!Logan who likes younger girls like you. Not minors, obviously, but girls far too young for someone pushing their 50s like himself. You’re a young, lovely 20-something with a nice ass and a pretty pussy he can play with when he’s in the mood to. He likes being the first real man a girl’s ever been with. Not the boys who masquerade as men, but a real man who knows how to provide.

Perverted!Logan who almost keeps his distance from you because he’s almost as much prey as he is predator with you. You are brazen. You say things with your chest and mean it. And when your eyes land on him, Logan knows your pussy gets wet. You flirt with him boldly and he knows it's only a matter of time before one of you gets the other in their bed.

Perverted!Logan who likes to sniff panties, particularly yours. He likes the musk of it, the sweet tangle of your cunt trapped in the fabric. You left it there in his house purposefully, just for him. He presses his face deep into the fabric and takes a nice, long breath, imagining he might be nose deep in your cunt licking away at the last bits of remaining cum from your last orgasm.

Perverted!Logan who,when he finally fucks you, wraps the pair of panties around his cock like a ring and pounds you like a doll. He’s near heard a girl make the noises you make, squealing and mewing with delight. Turns out, you’re all bark and no bite, you’ve never even seen a cock in person before. You wanted Logan to be your first and he was.

Perverted!Logan who likes making little girls like you cum on his dick at least three times before he's done with you. Legs trembling and toes curled type of orgasms. He knows you’ll be readily attached to him by the end of it, following him around like a lost puppy waiting for a command. He usually didn't like that in girls but something about you made him want to keep you attached to him by the hip.