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Where do you want to meet?
“is xavier’s too far? ‘cause ‘round here we use the danger room.”
@clawedverines
Jubilee knocked three times before pushing the door open to Logan’s room. “Hey,” he said like nothing had changed since the last time they met. He tossed the movie he brought over onto the man’s lap and dropped himself down on Logan’s bed. “Wanna watch that movie? I figure you owe me since you like to keep disappearing on me,” Jubilee teased, looking over at his friend.
oh he’d recognize that voice anywhere. jubilee’s always had a unique way of carrying himself and a special pep to his voice and yeah, logan’s got a huge sweet spot for the kid. “hey kid.” a rare, genuine smile brandishes his features as he sits up on the bed, looking down at jubilee. they don’t talk about why he disappears so much -not much at least- because at this point, it’s par for the course with him. it makes moments like this all the sweeter. “yeah. and if we’re lucky, we might get another one in before charlie comes a’ knockin’ with a mission.”
Top or bottom?
“top. but just maybe i’d bottom fer the right guy.”
Because Venom loves fighting you
“well don’t you know how to make a guy feel special?”
My name is Joaquin. I heard you are one of the best fighters around. Wanted to get some tips from you.
“you want me ta train ya? well...if yer ready ta learn, i’m ready t’ teach.”
I'll buy the first round if you let us fight you again
“why’re ya itchin’ ta fight me again, brock?”
Hey, you are Wolverine right?
“yeah. who’s askin’?”
clydeblinkferguson:
“Maybe, but do you want me to?” He asked him, smirking to tease him back. “Are you jealous?” He added after and was sorta excited that the other wanted to go out. “What do you like to eat?”
“maybe i am.” a beat. “can ya blame me?” eyebrow raises, a teasing smirk plastered upon his lips. “i’m a beer and burgers kind o’ guy.”
clydeblinkferguson:
“No, but I bet you don’t want me to teleport you to Scott’s dirty underwear drawer.” He said, “And don’t ask how I know that.” He added right away. “Well, I’m hungry, so you owe me lunch.”
“is that yer way of sayin’ that you’ve been screwin’ cyke?” he teases, knowing that he’s hardly one to judge on the prospect of sleeping with other teammates. “alright that’s fair enough. where are we headed? i’ve been itchin’ ta get outta here all day.”
You are talking to a poor man. Tell the professor to give you money.
“what makes ya think chuck listens ta me?”
Want to have a drink again?
“only if yer buyin’ first round.”
thebravecaptain:
“Fine, I was going to wait for the perfect moment and now you ruined it,” he said chuckling with a bit of seriousness and emotion still in his voice. Logan was right, Steve had devlop feeling for the male as well. After all those times fighting together, working together and holding each other. “Then how about we finally give in to these feeling and I will admit, I have always wanted to make you moan and be inside you.” @clawedverines
a smile stretches across tired features, the first in what feels like a long time as steve lets forth his confession. logan inches closer, sliding one hand upwards along the captain’s thigh, lips mere inches apart. steve’s fantasy is a good one and one he’s definitely thought about before. he steals a kiss, free hand sliding just under the collarbone of his shirt, begging to feel the skin underneath until he breaks away. “yeah. funny thing is i’ve been thinkin’ of the same thing too.. havin’ ya inside me ‘til i’m shakin’ and begging for more.” @thebravecaptain
clydeblinkferguson:
“You need to change your diet. You can’t be drinking beer all the time.” He told him. “Now someone needs to do the shopping. I hope they don’t pick me.” Of course they wouldn’t. He drew in too much attention.
“what? is my liver gonna fail on me?” he replies, snark dripping off every word like thick honey. logan swats as blink mentions the shopping that someone inevitably had to do, as if to imply not to worry about it. “storm’s always on top of that.” @clydeblinkferguson
"So, when are we watching movies, old man? I got this really cool horror movie from Japan that looks like it's going to be scary!"
“for you? i got some time now. it’s been a while since i’ve seen a movie in japanese.”
Blink went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge to find something pleasant to drink, maybe a beer or something refreshing yet not familiar. He was disappointed to find none of those, but even more when he turned around to find Wolverine drinking. “You had to take the last one right?”
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he’d snagged the last beer --and the first, second, third and all that followed after. this of course was the coveted last bottle, one he opened with the flick of a claw. as blink expresses frustration, logan takes another swig. “ya snooze ya lose, kid.” he smirks, teasing the other.
You think you can beat Captain America on a fight?
“they don’t say i’m the ‘best there is at what i do’ fer nothin’, kid.”
wxrpedillusion:
Logan always did look better angry.
It’s a thought so few have the luxury of having, most of them have long since died of old age or come to the wrong end of those claws. But Raven – He has felt them intimately and breathes in air from the feral’s lips as though he were entitled to it. How quickly the past comes to mind, bright behind his eyes in the wake of each kiss as he smiles into each hard press of those lips.
Do they know who you really are Logan? Raven knows he’ll ask one day, blood on his breath and relaxing in the wake of animalistic hunger. Do they know how much you hold back? How could they when Logan plays hero so very well.
Fingers twist harder into dark hair, yanking him closer to bite viciously at his mouth until there is brick digging in unforgiving along his spine. Air burns his lungs as he arches, a leg snaring a hip and eyes fluttering close. “You used to,” Raven counters, “on both counts.”
Laughter lilts with his words and fabric yields under his hands ripping away when it offers resistance. The city is devolving into chaos, melting away with madness, Raven is more preoccupied by the way canines dig in at the crook of his neck and coax free a shaking moan. His life is so often an elaborate facade that it still shakes him how easily Logan has him ripped bare.
“Are you all talk these days?”
Fever hot words left at the shell of an ear before he bites the lobe, tugging enough to elicit pain. Raven thumbs loose the button of those jeans, shoving away denim and using Logan’s belt to drag him in closer between his thighs. “Afraid I might leave a gift darling? My last one carved so beautifully through your skin.”
Lips curl with a smirk and Raven steals another kiss, licking along the angry bruise at Logan’s mouth his teeth left so pretty and dark. Better to deflect with humor, with scathing wit, than confess his heart is racing and he feels alive. Pride means he will never confess, after all animals like them weren’t allowed the luxury of a heart full of feelings.
Raven twists his hands in Logan’s hair, yanking hard enough to bare the man’s throat to his mirrored assault on his neck. Canines dig in, unforgiving and greedy. The marks will never last long but he allows himself the brief illusion that for one fragile moment they are bound with matching bruises.
Beautiful.
he hates that fucking smirk. hates the way it curls at raven’s lips and highlights the mischief in his eyes, hates that he finds it so damn alluring.
“don’t you ever shut the fuck up?”
a growl born of pleasure escapes him as soon as those words are uttered, appreciating the feel of raven’s hands pulling tight in his hair and his teeth sinking into his flesh. it won’t leave a mark for long but it already feels burned into his flesh. long after the marks are gone, he’ll remember where he’s touched him and how his own body sets alight in response. he could have killed him years ago and truthfully, he should have but he’ll never admit his attraction stopping him. they’re killers and maybe raven’s the one person on earth logan has some moral high ground to but what’s between them is primal. it’s heat, sweat and blood. when raven runs, logan always chases and at times like this, he doubts the cycle can ever be broken.
--he doubts that he’d mind if it wasn’t.
hands paw at raven’s shirt, ripping it open without bothering to undo the buttons first as his mouth marks his territory under the other’s jaw. kisses are rough and bites are rougher. logan barely takes the time to look at raven as he grabs the spheres of his ass, giving him leverage to wrap his other leg around around logan’s waist as he pushes him against the wall hard.
“afraid i’ll leave without somethin’ ta remember you by?”
a sharp exhale is pried loose as logan revels in the sweet and slight pain of raven’s teeth on his neck. he plays otherwise but raven is hard to forget; logan’s tried and failed too many times on that front. but telling him that? he’s too proud for that. he’d rather fuck him until raven’s left quivering and screaming out his name. he flexes his hips up into raven’s grinding himself against him to create some of the friction he so craves. all the while, his lips find the other’s in a heated, sloppy kiss. || @wxrpedillusion