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thinking about scoops steve again đŚ
The light from the TV illuminates the living room, casting your boyfriend's face in half shadow. Mtv's weekly video countdown plays in the background as you climb onto his lap.
"Just couldn't help yourself, could you?" He asks, with a sigh, while his large hands settle on your hips. Your tight, denim skirt uncomfortably bunches between you and he helps push it up higher.
"Nope," you smile.
You straddle him with ease, while he gazes up at you, slightly biting his lip with every move of your hips. The scratch of his hairy thighs against the backs of your legs causes your eyes to briefly close, unaware that you'd like that feeling. You quickly reopen them, as you want to commit everything about the boy below you to memory.
Especially the way he's looking at you with total adoration, almost as if he's in disbelief that you're here, gazing back at him with the same look in your eyes.
His hand leaves your hip to cradle your face before he pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss. It has you both softly moaning into it, as he begins to slowly move your hips back and forth, with his other hand.
You whimper his name into another kiss, already unraveling for him.
"Yeah? Does it already feel that good?" He asks, his voice thick with lust.
You nod. "You know how I feel about your uniform... especially your shorts..." you breathe, pressing your forehead to his.
"I remember, angel," he smiles, while his thumb gently caresses your cheek. "I remember how you literally drooled over them. I almost ruined that pair because of you and your slutty mouth."
You flash a proud smile before he guides your lips back to his.
"Hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen..." he breathily adds, between kisses. "Never had anyone be that desperate for me before..."
His words have you moaning against his lips, with your hands gripping the back of the couch, needing to stabilize yourself, as he tightens his hold on your hip.
"Want you to always feel like that," he breathes with his wet lips on your cheek.
"I will..." you reply, panting, as you shamelessly grind yourself against him.
A soft whine leaves his lips, before he kisses you again.
"As good as this feels now, imagine how much better it'll be when I'm buried so deep you can feel me here," he says, placing his hand underneath your shirt and against your skin.
"You wanna try that tonight, honey?"
He then smiles as you whimper into his kiss.
"Need you to tell me you want it," he murmurs against your lips.
You let out a tiny sigh of frustration. "I want it, I want you..."Â
His smile widens when he feels you press kisses to his cheek.
"...please, Stevie."
Your voice is so sweet and breathy, it makes him shudder. A smirk forms on your lips as you temporarily gain the upper hand.
"Let's go upstairs then, angel, and I'll give you everything you want," he breathes, nuzzling his nose against yours.
"You always do," you softly reply, moving your hand from the back of the couch to affectionately run your fingers through his hair.
He groans when he feels your fingernails lightly brush his scalp.
"Gotta show my girl just how much she means to me, and how lucky I am to have her," he adds, with a lovesick smile.
"How you spoil me..." you tease, as he playfully rolls his eyes.
"Surely you're not complaining..." he half whispers, his words almost muffled by your lips.
"Of course not," you quickly defend. " Its nice having an overly affectionate boyfriend."Â
"I'm glad you realize just how valuable that is," he replies, pulling you close again.
"I absolutely do," you smile, ghosting your lips over his before finally giving in and kissing him.
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Thinking about clingy Wriothesley being hesitant to let you go on a one-week work trip.
He helps you with your luggage from packing to pickup, asking if you're sure you've packed the essentials every five minutes. He asks "what else can I fetch you?" again and again so you don't have to go back and forth between your closet and your suitcase.
And when it's time for you to depart the Fortress, he follows you to the aquabus station, his bigger hand squeezing yours tight, his thumb absentmindedly fiddling with your knuckles. You turn to face him before getting on the carriage, cupping his face in your hands while your thumbs caress the soft skin of his cheeks.
"Relax, love. I'll be fine," you say with a smile. The corners of his icy blue eyes crinkle, and his hold on your waist tightens.
"Of course you'll be fine," he says with a smug grin that seems just a little bit off with worry, "you're my beloved, after all."
You chuckle at his attempt to look cool in front of you. He presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss with his right hand behind your head and his left arm snaking around your waist, pressing your body against his.
"Mm... I love you," he mutters breathlessly when he finally pulls back. "Come back soon, yeah?" he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.
"I love you, too. Now let me go, my beloved Sir Duke. The aquabus is leaving," you reply playfully.
He plants one more kiss on your lips before letting you go. You wave him goodbye as the aquabus leaves, his tall, familiar figure becoming smaller with each passing second. A pang of pain pierces your chest as a quiet whisper escapes your lips.
"I miss you already, my love."
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Have a bunch of GIFs of Eric I have on my phone.
#80s#80s glam#eric carr the fox#eric the fox#kissband#eric carr#kiss#80s music#80s rock#kiss band#eric carr gif#kiss the band#the fox#the things i wanna do#to this man#i would die for him#i would do anything for him#id sell my soul for one night with him istg#idc what you say im in love with him#i wanna hold him tight and never let go#i would gladly give up my place on earth to bring him back#hes a beauty
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Heâs so cocky at first, smirking when you bottom down on his length. âThink you can handle it baby? Take your time if you need to kay? I know it might be too much fâ you.â He chuckles.
You raise a brow in amusement. âOh i can handle it baby, can you?â Was what youâd first said. And that question hadnât changed since.
His lips parted in breathy groans and heavy breathing as his hands find your waist. Lips red and swollen from biting them as his eyes looked up at you almost pleadingly. âF-fuck baby.. youâreâ shit, going so f-fast. Wanna slow d-down hmm?â
You smile widely, back arching as you lean down to kiss his jaw softly. Giving a false hum in thought. âMmm.. you can take it.â He lets out the most cry like moan, head falling back into his pillow as his hips jerk upwards. Body trembling lightly when his eyes met yours.
âShitâ please baby. You d-donât know how fucking- haah.. how fucking tight sheâs grippinâ me right now.â He was referring to the way your snug walls stroked up and down his length with every harsh bounce of your hips. âIâm gonnaâ o-oh fuck, gonna cum again.â
You couldnât help but giggle at the crack in his voice. Your head tilted to the side as you coo teasingly. âYeah? Gonna be a good boy n cum fâ me baby?â
He chuckles shakily, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as his cock twitches inside you. âGod i fucking love youâ ahh, even when youâre milking my cock like you hate m-me.â His senses were heightened, ears picking up the every squelch on your sopping pussy and his cock feeling every ridge of your gummy walls.
He lost it when you began rolling your hips sensually. Your thighs sticking to his at the mere amount of slick that joined you two. Your wetness and his cum seeping between your folds and down his girth, turning your skilled movements sloppy as you rut your hips.
You brought a hand to his face, using your nail to brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead. âCâ mon.. let it all out.â You smiled sweetly, eyes holding a dark glint when his eyes turn teary. Small beads of water pooling at his lids before heâs crying out your name.
Overly sensitive cock aching as he spills yet another load into you. Pumping the thick white substance till youâre pumped full. The rest of the substance spurting back onto him at the lack of space.
You let out a moan, âWow baby- thereâs so much. Might.. might just be your biggest load yet.â You were getting tired, but youâd never let him know that. You swear you hear him whimper when you capture his lips with yours slowly beginning to rock your hips again.
âShitâ donât think- d-donât think i can give you any more baby. Feels like my cockâs gonna f-fall off.â He panted, trying to keep himself together when he felt you jerking him off with your smug walls again. A small tremble raking through his body each time your ass landed back down.
His hand left your waist to cover his reddening face. Unable to hide the cherry shade of his ears and neck as he whimpered yet again. Choking out a string of moans with tears staining his cheeks when you shush him gently, ââS only one more baby, give me one more.â
You were the only one with the ability to truly break Satoru if you tried.
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whatever you want
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd
âagain.â you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.
rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.
rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.
âyou're so strong.â you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.
"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.â rafe says with a chuckle.
âshh, let me appreciate you.â you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.
âalright, whatever.â rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.
your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. âif you let me ride your abs, iâd let you do whatever you want to me.â
âyou-â rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. âyou want to ride my abs?â
âyeah.â you nod, quirking your head to the side. âyou know, like rub my pussy against them.â
âshit, do it right now.â rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.
âyes!â you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that youâre in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. âlay back.â you instruct.
rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. âyouâll have to flex for me as im doing this.â you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. âespecially your pecs.â you poke his chest.
âyouâre such a slut for my body.â rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.
âi canât help that youâre so sexy.â you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.
you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.
ârafe!â you squeal.Â
âi guess you like that, huh?â rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. âoh, you like that too.â he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.
âi really like that.â you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.
you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you donât get burnt out.Â
you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top youâre wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever youâre done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.
âjesus, your tits are perfect.â rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.
ânot as perfect as yours.â you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.
âdonât call them tits.â rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.
âwell, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-â you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. âyour biceps-â you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. âyour abs.â this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.
âyouâre lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldnât have agreed to this.â rafe smirks.
âoh yeah?â you raise an eyebrow. âwhat are you gonna do to me?â thereâs truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldnât bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.
âfuck your tits.â rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. âas soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.â
âdamn, you could do anything and you donât want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?â you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.
âyouâd let me do all that whenever anyways.â rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest.Â
âkeep doing that.â you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind.Â
rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.
âim-im close.â you warn, swallowing thickly.
rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you canât slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.
âfuck.â you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.
rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.
âcome on, brat.â rafe chuckles. âi wanna fuck your tits while youâre all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.âÂ
you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so youâre underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.
âyouâre so gorgeous like this.â rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.
âwanna taste.â you whine, eyes still droopy.
ânope.â rafe shakes his head. âwe made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.â
rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.
âfine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?â you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.
âsure, baby.â rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.
rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.
rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. âgod, you look so fuckable right now.â
âyeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after youâre done with my tits?â
âthe boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.â rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.
you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.
âoh!â your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.
âshit.â rafe grunts. âfuck.â
you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.
you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.
âthis is- this is fucking good.â rafe grunts, moving faster. âim- im not gonna last very long.â
you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.
âthats it, baby.â rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.
you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.
âcumming.â rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.
rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. âget up my legs are about to give out.â he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.
you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.
âim guessing you liked that.â you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.
âyeah.â rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.
âso, boat ride now?â
âjesus, woman give me a second.â rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.
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COD PâRN LINKS | PT. 3
ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within himđi mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating đ first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby⨠his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrastđ¤ he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another personđ˘ bonus!!: surprise ;)
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squirting for the first time with jjk men?? đŤ
â SLIPPERY WHEN WET! â
sukuna, toji, getĹ, gojo, namami, choso. jjk men and their reaction to making you squirt for the first time
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warnings. fem!reader, degradation, squirting, overstim, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, p*ssydrunk men, dumbification, pussyspanking, toy usage, edging. MDNI
FUSHIGURO â TOJI
âhm? ainât no guy ever make ya squirt before?â he grunts. and youâre just absentmindedly being stuffed, both of your wrists gripped back with toji holding onto them, his strokes were mean and demanding. your head continued to thump and bounce against the soft silk pillow that rested underneath your head. all you could make out was a sweet pathetic ânuh-uhâ and toji raises his thin eyebrows in amusement. âno babyâŚ? not even once?â
âno- donât think i can, i tried myself butâŚâ
he snickers. âsilly girl. trust me, you can squirt,â you bit your lip, eyes nearly rolling back from his jagged thrusts, its so good you nearly feel drool start to run down the corners of your mouth, how embarrassing it wasâyet you remained stupid from his dick, feeling the warmth of your pussy clench tight against him. âwant me to test it out?â
âyeah,â you whine, your voice was a mere soft mewl, an almost mumble practically, and toji gifts your ass with a spank, eliciting a moan from your mouth. he grows cocky the minute a huh? leaves his mouth. so you correct yourself with a ây-yes.â
ââŚ.âyeahâ what girl,â he groans, skimming his dark green eyes down to see how your body jerks underneath him. his weight lightly hovers against you, and heâs still got a firm grip with your wrists, having you pitifully tongue-tied. âtaught you how to speak to me. so letâs try that again.â
arrogant bastard, what your thoughts originally saidâmaking you purposely repeat yourself, but his cock always always made up for it.
âplease,â you choke out, moaning from the way he deepens his thrusts just a tad bit, your mouth starts to water from the way your pussy twitches in content. âmake me squirt toji. please. i wanna be messy for you.â
âaw thatâs my girl,â he purrs, releasing his grip from your wrists, yet it remains still against your bare back, his thrusts snap against you to where a cute gasp leaves your lips. âbut oh, youâve been messy though, but thereâs nothing wrong with that, princess,â he teases, such mockery escaping from his tone. ârelax for me, yeah? youâll feel it when it comes.â
âokay,â you moaned, your left cheek pressed up against the white sheets of the mattress. it was cute, your face being up against the bed as youâre being absolutely stuffed and pounded. you felt yourself tightening from the insideâa coil desperately awaiting to be snapped, a feeling you never knew you could feel, and you probably looked so dumb. âokay okay o-okay.â
you cutely kept sputtering, repeating and bracing yourself. toji brings a rough hand towards the back of your neck as heâs ramming his fat length from behind you, such thrusts has your body spasming and crying out for more, it feels like a orgasm being snatched away from you.
âgive it to me, girl.â he grunts, giving your ass another mean spank. the immense build up. your legs judder continuously to where your mind goes blank like an empty canvas, empty..
âa-ah t-tojiâ!â you squeaked, and heâs so ruthless whenever it came to you, each time you try to sit up to turn around he shoved your head lightly back down, itâs so cute. âfuck, fuck. f-fuck, âs about to-â and a gasp interrupts your words the minute you squirt all down his shaft to his base, your sweet juices sheath and sheath all the way down and itâs so warm and hot.
the minute you end up squirting, your legs felt so weak, it just quavered and shook. âoh my g-god,â you sobbed, and he slows his sloppy thrusts against your cunt downâleaning up close to you, direct and personal. âthere we go mama, my messy fuckinâ squirter,â he whispers, heâs pressed against your ass and wraps a few fingers around your neck. planting a kiss underneath your chin he murmurs. âyou made such a mess. howâs it feel?â
âgood. but feels w-wet toji.â
âeheh, well yeah girl, thatâs kinda the point.â he snickers, playfully sinking his teeth into your neck, giving it a teasing nibble.
SUKUNA â RYĹMEN
âhm? make you squirt huh? so greedy.. my fingering isnât enough for you?â sukuna teases and youâre laid flat on your back with your legs lazily lifted up, more like heâs holding them up for you.
you moaned, feeling him slide a single digit in and out. he sneaks a wet kiss against your thigh before leaning in to press his lips against your pussy, tasting how sweet you were. â...kuna âm not greedy, just wanna see what it feels like, please..â
âyou are greedy,â he grunts, giving your cunt a swift spank to make your legs twitch, âbut sure thing.â he mutters, warm minty breath going against your clit. your head goes back and your mouth slightly opens and parts from the way heâs fingering you and eating you out. his lips latch and lock against your folds to make your eyes roll back. he was so filthy with his tongue let alone his fingers.
you sucked your teethâfeeling his two fingers push deep in and out, going past against that spot each time, instead of your eyes rolling you were practically crossed eyed.
âf-fuck, fuck, âs good âkuna...â
âi know. you keep saying that, dumb girl. quit talkinâ and start squirting.â and you lose count of how many mean slaps he gives your pussy. heâs so mean, yet found every few seconds to praise you and let you know how good youâre doing.
âh-hurry up and make me then.â
âlittle girl, watch it.â he grunts, gifting you a glare, his eyes pierce against yours before he sits up, spitting right on your pussy with a rough spat, he runs a single middle finger down your slit to snatch the tiny brat left in you. you meet eye contact and your slick was very much glistening his chin, being soaked with your sweetness.
your legs were so close, just the epitome of the word jittery with how it just shook, never once staying still. the stimulation he created with his tongue let alone his fingers, it had your mind boggled. âthink âm getting close, f-fuck.â
âuh huh. fuckinâ bet you are.â he whistles in responseâgrabbing ahold of his dick and you let off a cute gasp at the way he swipes his throbbing leaky pre-swollen tip against your wetness. âlook at that, princess.
so eager to jusâ swallow me up.â and he slowly makes his way inside your cunt, immediately your walls hug him as a response and youâre just at the very limit. âcome on, let go for me. you dont gotta be shy around me, neither does this wet pussy.â
the minute you squirtâŚitâs embarrassing, sukuna only smacks about five deep thrusts against your cunt and youâre already making a mess all over his base. âs-so good.â youâd cry out, and heâs staring at you.
a grunt departs his lips before he leans in to kiss you, pulling out only to ghost his fingers against your clit.
âyouâre such a nasty girl,â he murmurs against your lips, you moanâtasting your own slick that ran down his chin, the sharp edges of his teeth playfully nibbling down on your lip. his body heat against yours made you feel tingly and even more in such heat. âtell me youâre my nasty girl, baby.â
âi-iâm a nasty girl, âkuna.â you moaned.
he gives you a dead stareâand you whine once he slips two fingers inside your throbbing pussy.
âiâm your nasty girl, âkuna.â you rephrased, and a cocky grin forms on his lips.
âwhat a good obident girl. think i like you.â
NANAMI â KENTO
âyou sure sweetheart?â he asks in a soft mumble, he has a wand in hand. the ringing of the toy rings against your ears as your legs were sprawled apart for him. âyou want me to make youâŚsquirt?â
âyes p-please, kento.â you nod, the cuteness bestowed upon your lips was beyond words to describe. the way your lip quivered, it was barely up a few notches yet you throbbed and throbbed. despite it only being a good ten minutes. youâre just a whimpering mess.
eager to touch yourself, you reach down to play with your pussy before he grabs it, kissing the back of your hand.
he chuckles. âoh babyâŚbaby, gotta keep those hands to yourself if you want me to make you messy. okay? no touching.â
âs-sorry kento.â
âaw, donât be sorry. squirt, princess.â he teases, a hum underneath his tone he was so gentle with you, with his touch yet your legs felt like they were pretty much about to give out.
the stimulation made your teeth nearly chatter, toes clench and your back nearly arching. he finds you to be so pretty like this. flat on your chest, drool running down your mouth against the pillow with your mind empty.
you hold in a moan, teeth lightly piercing down on your lip to help silence yourself from the immense pleasure, the overstim from just releasing had your chin just hovering over your arm.
âo-one more level kento.â
âmore? itâs gonna be on four, dunno if my cute whiney princess can handle that.â
âp-please, need it. i wanna-â
you moan at the swift sound of nanami swiping a thumb across the vibrating toy feeling the impulses throb against your sweet cunt, indeed it now being a level higher from three and itâs so good you can just taste the urge to let yourself go.
the sudden feeling of his sneaking fingers to brush and slither against your puffy folds was just enough to send you to burstâyour mouth slightly went agape, and youâre just stupid. ân-nanami.â
âso dumbstruck you said nanami instead of kento, such a sweet thing,â and you end up squirting the minute he rubs the toy in a circular motionâmaneuvering it against you along with fingers to ghost and run alongside your achy pussy. âeasy, âs okay. lie down on your chest. jusâ let go for me baby, yeah.â
âsuch a gorgeous girl,â he whispers in awe, leaning down to kiss your clit which turns to countless smooches, mwah after mwah and your legs were practically mush by now. âlet me clean you all up with my tongue, âm your husband, least i could do. so relax for me, my love.â
SUGURU â GETO
âoh? iâve made you squirt before, no?â he cackles, leaning back against the headrest of the couch.
âno,â you whined, still getting over your post-orgasm, his cock stood firm inside of you, such inches of his kept you warm with your hands pressed against his chest. geto stares at you with intrigued darkened eyes. having you sat on his lap, legs still barely recovered a few minutes ago. âdonât think you ever did...â
geto grips your waist, sliding a tongue across his lips before muttering in a sly coy tone. âmhm hmm,â and heâs so sassy, even having the audacity to roll his eyes at you. black specks of hair trickle down and paint the lower half of his body. getoâs happy trail was always appetizing to look at.
âthis your little way of asking me to make you soak yourself on me, angel? how cute.â he grins.
ââŚsuguââ and you gasp at the way he grunts the minute the pads of his thumbs lightly press and pierce into your skin. he starts making you bounce against him and your mouth opens, such lewd whines exit your lips before you throw your arms around his neck.
âwanna squirt, do it yourself. fuck me baby. show me how bad you want it,â and he groans how heâs so stuffed. so full of cum still, hefty base pounding and thwacking back against your pussy. âyouâre a big girl. do it y-yourself, mhmâŚshit.â
he was so teasingly sly, making you rut yourself against him, in the end you always had to do pretty much everything yourself whenever it came to geto.
ââŚokay,â you choked out, and he playfully leans back â tiny beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead as well as the very middle part of his chiseled v-line.â
it felt so good, youâre dumbly grating your teeth together, still so sensitive, the only cacophony that left your lips was cute whimpers of, âs-sugu,â ââŚwant you sâbad,â and even, âyouâre so mean.â
he chuckles at how dumb you grew out to be simply from being stuffed full of thick inches of his dick. âgotta be mean to deal with a pussy this wet.â
his girth had you running for your money, toes clinching as you started to rollick and jerk your hips against him, reaching a hand down to play with yourself before you whine. âf-feel it, suguru.â
âyeah? what are you waitinâ for then?â he purrs.
he chuckled at the sudden moments where youâd grow quiet â he knows how good heâs getting underneath your skin with his vexatious teasing.
his cock expanded in and out the more you moved your hips against him, your soft breaths getting caught in your throat before it comes, you squirt at the same time geto came and heâs caught off guard by the sticky messy feeling, heâs the one who slips off a whine. âs-shit..â
it came out a lotâŚ
let alone with him soaking your cunt full of his own, you really felt stuffed and full to the very depths of it, it felt like a sharp coil within you snapped. geto starts panting, and he takes a moment to blink before grunting, staring away with a flustered face. âdonât look at me. finish fucking me, hmph.â
SATORU â GOJO
âpretty please, âtoru,â youâd whine out, and he was just straight up cocky and mean, teasing you with having you on all fours, impatient and desperately desperate. âi wannaâŚwanna squirt.â
âi know you do,â he laughs, playfulness ran all over his tone before he gives your ass a squeeze. that earned a needy moan out of you and you but down on your lip while staring at the fat sheets of the mattress underneath you. âare you asking me to make you squirt or are ya tellinâ me, pretty girl?â
he was so infuriating. even while being plugged in with so much of his thick inches, even just barely with the way he kept swiping his fat tip against your slit, awaiting you.
ââŚ.âm asking, s-satoru.â
he whirrs a playful tone before flipping you over on your back to face him, and then he smiles. âokay. if thatâs what you want,â and his voice was so lowâa tad bit raspy with pompous smugness all over his sentences. âsince i know how impatient ân horny you are all the damn time, iâll make ya squirt in about one minute.â
a minute?
was that even possibleâyou always heard about how it would take at least longer than that but then you remembered who you were dealing with. gojo satoru and his long pretty fingers that never failed to stretch your pussy out. he was forever proud of that fact, heâd make you soaking wet from not only his dick, his mouth, but especially his fingers.
âitâs gonna get messy, âm warning you,â he teases, pulling you up a bit to place a towel down underneath your back. he leans in to pepper kisses underneath your chin before seconds later, he moves his length aside with a grip â before slowly stuffing a single long finger inside, which after a few milliseconds, turns into another. ânow, iâm gonna need you to be a good wet girl and jusâ relax for me.â
his words were soothing. you could hardly comprehend anything so his sentences went straight towards your clit, throbbing and throbbing you wanted more. he finds it cute how you grip onto his wrist, babbling about how you donât want him to stop. âo-okay, satoru. okay.â
you shudder at the feeling of him grazing a thumb down your slit and he moves his head down between your legs to blow softly against your pussy and you moan, feeling him create a good amount of pressure to where you bare down against his fingers easily as if it came natural.
âsweet girl,â he groans, giving your pussy a kittenish suck. your eyes went back in pleasure and you whined at the feeling of his two fingers just smacking in and out of you now. the noises, they were so loud you could hardly even believe it was coming out of you. âhear how wet this sloppy pussy is? yeah girl, thatâs you.â
his words that went through your ear and out the other and it got you so wet. his degradation had you pulsing, you felt the inside of your tummy tighten, muscles clenching with you lying down on your back, bracing yourself. gojo was patient with you, occasionally bringing soft kisses towards your clit. you whined before he started to grow more feral, sucking and latching his tongue against your folds while still having two fingers stuffed inside your pussy.
your brain doesnât even process youâre squirting before gojo lets off a, âoopsie,â the minute you squirt out on his fingers, the front tips of his fingers massage and toy and prod against that spot you always grew to knowâand you moan at the way he easily stole a orgasm from you like that, within a single span of a minute.
âaw. you look like you just saw your life flash before your eyes, baby,â then he sits up to face you. both arms pressed around you before muttering in a teasing tone, âwant a taste? open your mouth.â
and he gives you the most sloppiest kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat before grunting, you moan in his mouth. your legs wrapped around his slim waist before he squeezes a hand down on your pussy only to spank it roughly, breaking away for a bit before whispering, âgood girl. now gimme one more. wanna see if i can do it within thirty seconds.â
CHOSO â KAMO
âb-babyâŚyou wanna do that?â choso mumbles, staring in awe as the both of you watched some random eight minute compilation of women squirting. he was staring intently, and then he only grew more flustered at picturing you like that. legs all spread, eyes rolled back and maybe your tongue stupidly lolled out. âum.. squirt?â
âyesâŚâ you nodded, sitting on his lap. he throbbed behind you, still a bit tingly from his recent orgasm of fucking you.
you pressed against his back and his chin cutely rests against your shoulder. chosoâs always been a bit inexperienced whenever it came to well, women. heâs had sex sureâŚ.but he doesnât think heâs ever made a girl do this, this thing called squirting. not until you brought it up.
the more he watched it, the more he moaned to himself at imagining you being all messy like that.
âokay baby, i can do it,â he murmurs in a soft voice.
he brings a hand between your legs and pries it open just a bit, âlie back,â he moans, seeing your legs sprawl open slowly for him made him lick his lips, he was so hungry for you. you had the phone in your hand so he could watch, imitate the exact ways to make a woman squirt with ease and it was so cute how attentive he was. âs-stimulate the umâŚg-spot a little like this,â he mumbles to himself, and you moan once he slowly inserts two slender long fingers inside your pussy, you were so wet he lets off a cute, âo-ohâŚ.â
his eyes multitasked, turning its focus towards you and the screen that played the lewd video at the same time. âlike that c-choso, please.â
âiâm doing a good job?â he says, and itâs almost into a form of a whine. all because heâs so desperate to hear your praise and approval, he feels his stomach flip in a good way at feeling you nod against his chest, affirming him to not stop. âokay, okay,â he mutters. âadd a little umâŚp-pressure, consistent pressure until you feel a spongey like texture deep towards the clit.â
you moaned, his words matched his fingers, you tried to squeeze your thighs together but remembered you couldnât because they were open.
your head rested back against his chest and with a right hand squeezing down onto his thigh, you felt your leg start to bounce. âm-more.â
âdonât wanna rush this baby,â he kisses the back of your forehead. a small pout going across your lips before he continues, pausing to hear the voice on the video thatâs instructing speak.
he leans against your ear, strands of his hair poking against you before he murmurs. âbare against my fingers princess. squeeze down a little ân relax. can you do that?â
you choke out a moan once you obey his words, doing exactly what he says before you feel a sudden rush reaching out, you never felt this feeling before such a high you craved and chased you felt dizzy, a good kind of a dizzy.
âc-choso, âs coming, âs coming,â you moaned, your legs not able to hold themselves still. he has a perfect bowling ball grip with his fingers, stroking gently against you to where your mouth salivates with your own saliva.
ââŚfuck,â you sobbed, the warmth of him massaging his long fingers inside of you made you taste every number of tastebuds that resided on your tongue.
the moment you gush out and squirt, coating his fingers clean of your sheeny pretty slick, you flop back against his chest and you can ever hear a tiny gasp leave his lips. âw-wow,â he whispers in shock â with how much you squirted, he was so fascinated, growing more and more curious and it was adorable. âcan youâŚcan we do that again? please?â
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A Peaceful Repose [Logan Howlett]
Summary: After some time away on a mission, Logan comes home, and all he wants to do is be around you
Warnings: clingy logan, showering together, sooo much fluff WC: 1.6k - MASTERLIST
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The door of your apartment slowly creaks open, followed by the sound of a familiar, heavy tread against the wooden floor. Your heart skips a beat, in both relief and excitementâLoganâs back.Â
But as he steps into the room, the sight of him makes you pause. He looks every bit as exhausted as you imagined, but itâs more than that. His clothes are torn and stained with dirt and dried blood, and a faint, musty smell of sweat and grime clings to him. His normally fierce gaze is dulled with fatigue, and the well-kept scruff on his face has grown wilder, more unkempt.
Your nose wrinkles slightly as you take in the full picture. âLoganâŚâ you start, hesitating as he drops his bag on the floor with a loud thud. He catches your expression, and despite everything, he smirks, though itâs softer than usual, his eyes gleaming as they meet yours.
âMissed you,â he murmurs, his voice gravelly and rough, but filled with a warmth that makes your heart swell.
âI missed you too,â you reply, stepping forward to close the distance between you. He reaches out, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close despite the state heâs in. The embrace is tight, almost desperate, and you feel the stiffness in his muscles, the way his body seems to sag against yours, as if holding you is the only thing keeping him upright. And as much as you want to melt into him, as much as you want to rest your head on his shoulder and breathe in his scent, the feel of the grit against your skin pulls you back.
âLogan, you need a shower.â Your voice gently chides as you lean back to look up at him, your hands smoothing over his chest before you brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers grazing the sweat-dampened strands.
He lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest as he holds you, the warmth of his breath fanning across your cheek. âI just wanna hold you,â he grumbles, his face nuzzling into your hair.
You tilt your head back a bit, giving him a fond, but pointed look. âNot like this, you donât,â you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek before wrinkling your nose again. âSeriously, babe, you stink.â
His mouth quirks into a tired, yet genuine smile, a rare sight that always makes your heart flutter. âCanât blame a guy for trying,â he mutters, his eyes softening as he looks down at you.
âGo on,â you urge, giving him a gentle nudge toward the washroom.Â
But Logan doesnât move right away. Instead, he gives you a look, one thatâs almost boyish in its vulnerability. âCan you come with me?â he asks, almost begging. âIâve missed you⌠a lot.â
The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes seem to plead with you, makes it impossible to refuse. You sigh, pretending to be more exasperated than you are, but the truth is, youâve missed him just as much. âAlright, alright,â you relent, rolling your eyes playfully. âWeâll get cleaned up.â
A hint of relief washes over his features as he takes your hand, his rough fingers intertwining with yours as you lead him toward the bathroom. Once inside, you turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the steam begins to rise around you.
You turn to face him, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palms. âLetâs get you out of these clothes,â you say softly, reaching for the hem of his shirt.Â
His hands cover yours, guiding them as he helps you pull the fabric over his head, his gaze never leaving your face. You canât help but notice the remnants of bruises and cuts scattered across his body, and your heart aches to see him like this, knowing the toll the mission must have taken on him.
When heâs finally undressed, you shed your clothes quickly and step into the shower. Logan wraps his arms around your waist as he presses his forehead against yours, eyes closing as he takes in the moment.
The warm water cascades over both of you, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, each breath syncing with your own. Thereâs a stillness between you, a moment suspended in time where nothing else exists but the two of you.
âGod, I missed this,â he murmurs affectionately, gazing down at you with a quiet longing.Â
âMe too,â you echo your voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly might break the fragile intimacy of the moment. You reach for the soap, lathering it between your hands, the bubbles forming quickly as the scent of fresh citrus fills the air.
Logan watches you with an almost reverent expression as you begin to work the soap across his chest, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. His skin, though scarred and battered, is warm beneath your touch, the tension slowly melting away under the soothing rhythm of your hands.
He lets out a low, contented hum as you wash him, his eyes slipping closed as he leans into your touch. âThat feels good,â he breathes, the words rumbling through his chest.Â
You smile quietly, taking your time as you work your way across his torso, roaming every inch of him. When you reach his shoulders, you pause, stepping a little closer so you can run your hands up the back of his neck and into his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp.
The sound he lets out is almost a groan, and you can feel his body relax even further as your fingers work through the tangles in his hair. You canât help but lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Itâs a lazy, unhurried gesture, one that speaks of comfort, and Logan responds immediately, turning his head slightly to capture your lips.
The kiss is slow, achingly slow, devoid of the usual urgency or passion, but instead filled with something deeperâlove, trust, and a profound sense of belonging. His lips are warm and soft against yours, and you find yourself sighing at the familiar taste of him.
When you finally pull back, your breath mingles with his, and he opens his eyes to meet yours. He doesnât say anything, but his hands slide from your waist up to your back, pulling you so close into his orbit that thereâs no space left between you. He holds you like this, his chin resting on the top of your head as the water continues to pour over both of you. Itâs not about desire, but rather a need to feel you close, to reassure himself that youâre here, safe and sound in his arms.
You continue to wash him, your hands moving slowly and gently over his body, lathering his hair with care as the water rinses away the grime of the mission. Every so often, Logan presses a soft kiss to your forehead or the top of your head, small gestures of affection that make your heart ache with how much you love him.
As you wash the soap from his hair, you reach up to run your fingers through it one last time, making sure itâs clean. You notice his eyes are half-closed as his head begins to droop down toward your shoulder.
âYouâre going to fall asleep standing up,â you tease gently, running your hands down his chest before stepping back to grab the showerhead, directing the water over his shoulders and back.
âCanât help it,â he murmurs thickly with drowsiness. âYouâve got magic hands.â
After youâve both rinsed off, you turn off the shower and reach for a towel, wrapping it around yourself before grabbing one for Logan. He takes it from you with a small, grateful smile, quickly drying off before he wraps the towel around his waist. But before you can do the same, he brings you into his arms again, his damp skin cool against yours as he holds you close.
âCâmere,â he murmurs, his voice low and soft as he leads you towards the bed. He pulls back the covers, and the two of you climb in, still damp from the shower. Logan pulls you close, his strong arms encircling you as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck.
The scent of fresh soap and clean skin fills the air, and you can feel the last bits of tension leaving his body as he settles into the bed, his breathing evening out as the warmth of your embrace soothes him.
âYouâre warm,â he mumbles.
âSo are you,â you respond, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Your fingers trace soothing circles on his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
Logan hums in satisfaction, his arms tightening around you as he presses closer.Â
âYouâre my everything,â he whispers.
You turn in his arms so you can face him, your hand resting against his chest. âAnd youâre mine,â you whisper back, your thumb brushing over his heart in a slow, soothing motion.Â
In the quiet of the room, the only sound is the steady rhythm of Loganâs breathing and the faint thump of his heartbeat beneath your hand. You feel completely safe, completely loved, wrapped up in his arms, and you know that he feels the same.Â
Drifting off to sleep, the last thing you hear is his voice, low and filled with affection. âDonât ever leave me,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead.
âNever,â you assure. âIâll always be here.â
Logan lets out a deep, contented sigh, pressing a final kiss to your temple. And as the warmth of his embrace lulls you into sleep, you canât help but think about how you were always meant to be here, by his side.
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katsukiâs not a minute man, not by a long shot but itâs something about you riding him that has him feeling the familiar coiling in his stomach just moments after you sink down on him, taking him fully despite his massive size.
he laughs when he hears you mumble something about feeling him in your throat and the action has him moving inside of you, the grip you have on his shoulders tighten when you feel the veins along his cock drag against your walls.
he has to grip your waist tightly, stilling the movement of your hips because he knew he wasnât going to last much longer with you riding him like that.
âslow down baby,â his says, voice deep and low and it has you clenching down around him. the grip on your waist tightens.
"babyyy" he coos, tossing his head back and letting it fall against the headboard with a soft thump, his eyes never leaving your face. "I'll cum too quick if you keep squeezing me like that."
"m'sorry, just feels so good" you say, a pitch under a whine.
his hands find your back and he gently pulls you down flush against his chest, his lips just inches from you.
"yeah, pretty i know" you can feel his breath on your lips "you feel amazing too, so warm and wet and tightâyou're so fucking tight" he so vocal as he bucks his hips up into you. katsuki closes the distance between the two of you, smashing his lips into yours in a desperate kiss, swallowing down the gasps that fall from your lips as he hits deep inside of you.
he pulls away, "cmon pretty, wanna feel you ride me" he says with smack to your ass. you lift yourself up on shaky knees, pulling out until only his tip remains inside of you, the girth stretching you to your limits, before slamming right back down.
katsuki's hands dig into the fat of your ass, squeezing the softness between his hands are you ride him, sinking down deep before sliding right back up, moaning out as you feel his hardness dragging along your gummy walls.
"feels s'good kats" you're whining at this point, legs starting to burn but you can't stopâwon't stop, not until katsuki is cumming deep inside of you.
"fuck baby, i'm close" he warns, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy until his thumb is swiping over your clit, wanting to bring yon to the very edge so that you can both tip over the side together. you clench down tightly around around him.
âkatsââ you whine out when the ache in your legs gets to be too much and katsuki knows itâs time for him to take over. his hands find your thighs, lifting you off of his lap and hovering over him.
"i got you baby, hold on,"
he begins thrusting up into you, the bed creaking underneath you. your hands scramble to find purchase on katsuki's shoulders to keep from falling over, as he fucks up into you fast and hard, knocking the air from your lungs with each stroke.
without warning, your clenching down impossible tight around his length, cumming around him with a choked moan, body convulsing at the intense burst of pleasure coursing through your entire body.
"thats it," katsuki coos, thrusts slowing down but he goes just as deep, letting you feel the way his cock twitches as he cums, shooting his warm seed deep inside of your walls, slowly pulling out before pushing in. still fucking into you until the overstimulation gets to be too much.
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âGONNA SHOW HIM YOUâRE MINE.â
WINDBREAKER BOYS + LOVE BITES. ft. togame jo, hayato suo, kaji ren, sakura haruka, & umemiya hajime x f!reader
filled request: âCan I request for umemiya, sakura, suo, and kaji where they see reader with another guy friend and they get jealous because the guy is being flirty and obviously trying to make moves but reader is dense so then the boys give reader a hickey for the first time to show that reader is taken??â
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TOGAME JO. pet name âdollâ used!
âHim again?â
You adjust the straps of your top before twisting and turning to get a better look at your outfit. âMhm,â you hum in response. âSaid he needed help asking someone out today. Iâm gonna help pick the flowers.â
Togame's eyes narrow a bit at the obvious intent of your friend. It didnât help that you really didn't have a single clue in the world, and on top of your obliviousnessâ you're dressed so cute.
The combination was just a recipe for disaster, and he wants to finally put an end to it today.
âAhâ what are you doing?â You yelp when he suddenly tugs at your wrist, pulling you off balance as you stumble and fall onto his lap. His arm comes to loop around your waist before you can even stabilize yourself, hugging you tight against his chest.
âTogame, let go.â You whine, âIâm gonna be late!â
âDonât wanna.â
The casualty of his tone makes your eyebrow twitch. He almost sounds bored with how slow the words come out of his mouth, and despite that fact, his arm doesnât seem to budge at all when you try and push against him.
âPlusâŚ..â heâs choosing to ignore your efforts to move himâ or he just doesnât notice them in the first place. âYou donât need to meet with a guy like that anyway.â
âAnd why is that?â You retort, arms crossing in frustration as you give up and resort to simply glaring back at your boyfriend. â..Are you jealous?â
âCourse I am, doll.â He grins, fingers pulling your topâs strap out of the way before his lips attach themselves to the side of your neck, sucking at the skin as you shiver. His hand tilts your jaw to the side, giving him the space he needs to better suckle and kiss your neck.
You canât help the little noise that slips out when he releases the skin with a loud pop, exhaling deeply against you before peppering kisses beside the dark mark he's given you.
âCanât stand when guys are tryna get at what's mine.â
HAYATO SUO. reader described as having hair you can hold up (ie moving it to adjust a necklace)
âThat friend of yours..â Suo coos against the shell of your ear, âreally likes you, doesnât he?â
Heâs looming right over you, his familiar smile looking a little different today when his arms are caging you right beneath him, and you suck in a sharp breath when he leans down, tassel earrings tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.
âH-huh? He does?â your voice comes out a little breathless from the way his lips are just barely hovering over your skin.
âHe does. You couldn't tell?â
In any other situation, he would think your innocence would be endearing. But after watching your friend get all close to you like that, holding your hair up and then fixing your necklace for youâ he couldn't help it. A part of him is thankful for how steady his voice comes out, because you'd never be able to guess that just below his calm exterior- he was absolutely fuming with jealousy.
âNo, I didn't know.â You whisper. âBut you know I would've turned him down if he said anything-â
âI can help with that.â He interrupts, tone sweet and soothing. He plants a kiss just below your ear, his breath grazing your ear, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine.
âH-how?â you squeak.
You can feel him smile against you before his hand comes to tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck for him. âJust like this.â He whispers before he's taking a sharp inhale, lips latching onto you as he sucks harshly.
The noise that comes out of you riles him up even more. Heâs sucking harder before he even realizes, calm demeanor crumbling just a bit when he hears the noises youâre making just for him.
You think you felt his teeth graze your neck for a second when he releases the skin, pulling back a bit to admire the mark heâs left on your neck.
âItâs a good idea, right? Turn your head the other way for me now.â
KAJI REN. calls you âmy girl.â
âW-what's wrong, Kaji?â You manage to stammer between kisses. âYouâre a lot rougher todayâ is something on your mind?â
He pulls back a bit when your hands tug at his hair, a part of him content when he sees the way your lips are slightly swollen, your mouth parted to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down from the intensity.
There was a lot on his mind, but marking you up was at the forefront of his brain. He could already tell that only kissing you just wasnât gonna cut it after all thatâs happened today.
ââS fine.â He mutters before heâs back on top of you, his lips roughly latching onto the skin just beneath your collarbone, sucking at the skin as you gasp above him. âOhâ t-that feels good,â your voice comes out as a breathy sigh, âare you⌠mad still?â
âMad at that friend of yours.â He growls against your skin, pressing a quick kiss onto the mark until he's moving onto another part of your neck, lips hovering just below your ear. âHe was tryna get at my girl right in front of me.â
âIâm sure he wasn'tâ ah!â You gasp when his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against his body as he tilts his head to better nestle into the crook of your neck.
âGot me pissed off just seeing him looking at you like that.â His teeth graze against your skin when he sucks particularly hard. âGonna make sure heâll get a nice and close look at these next time.â
SAKURA HARUKA.
Kissing Sakura is much, much different today.
Heâs roughâ hands trailing along your back, sending an shiver straight down your spine as he deepens the kiss, breaths mingling with urgency. The way heâs kissing you so desperately today has little gasps escaping your lips, which do nothing but encourage him to touch you more.
âF-fuck,â he gasps between kisses, pulling back to inhale sharply before your fingers come to tangle in his hair, pulling him right back into you.
âSomeone's in a bad mood.â You giggle, and he scoffs in response, a dusting of pink over his cheeks. ââM not mad.â
âYou sure? Whatâs got you so worked up?â
And he hates that he doesn't know. He doesn't know what this feeling is, so he has no idea how to get rid of it. All he knows is that it didn't feel nice when he saw your friend all up over you.
It should've been him insteadâ he thinks. And all he wants now is to have you.
Your breath hitches in your throat when his lips begin to trace a path down your neck, pressing wet kisses between each inch of skin. âI don't know,â he admits through a deep blush, âjust wantâŚthis.â
Just thinking about the earlier events makes his blood boil again, and it shows in his next kiss. He accidentally sucks at your neck for a moment, and a lewd moan slips right through your lips.
Your hand slaps over your mouth a moment too late, and he freezes in place, deep blush spreading to his ears at the sound. Heâs never heard you never make that noise before.
âD-don't stop, Sakura,â you urge, tugging at his hair, âfeels good.â
He pulls back a bit to roughly shake his head, shake off the irritating blush before his eyes finally flicker towards the subtle mark heâs left on your skin. Itâs a deep shade of purple, and something about it makes him feralâ it scratches at the itch heâs had all day.
He doesnât think heâll be stopping anytime soon, at least.
âF-fine,â he growls. âTurn your head.â
UMEMIYA HAJIME.
Umemiya sighs when your phone buzzes again, the sound catching your attention as you scroll to check your messages again. Youâre leaning back against ume's chest when you open it, letting him rest his head on your shoulder with a dramatic pout.
âHeâs tryna steal you away from me,ââhe whines, arms hugging tightly around your core. âS no fair.â
How you were able to reduce bofurin's strongestâ the one standing at a staggering 6â2 to a needy little puppy is beyond him. But in his defense, he thinks he's been waiting for your attention for ages by now.
It seems like the second you're finally putting down your phone to turn your attention to him is the exact moment your friend decides to send yet another message, your phone buzzing from the notificationâ and your attention shifts back to that guy just like that.
Itâs a never ending loop, and he's getting desperate.
âHeâs not, Haji,â you mumble, fingers clicking at your screen. âHeâs just my friend. And heâs asking to get dinner with everyone tomorrow.â
You don't notice the way his bottom lip pokes out in a pout, eyes then narrowing into a glare directed at your screen before he's pulling you a bit closer to himself, arms holding you impossibly tighter against his chest.
It really wasnât fair.
It only takes a few more seconds of pouting before his eyes suddenly flicker to the bare skin of your neck, and he perks up when he thinks of an idea. A great idea.
â..Are you gonna go with them? Tomorrow?â
You give him a nod, and if Umemiya had a tailâ it would be wagging now. His lips start to excitedly ghost over your skin, taking in the scent of your perfume, and his gaze is focused and intentional as he tries to gauge your reaction.
Nothing, so far.
So he presses an experimental kiss onto your shoulder, eyes watching you closelyâ and still nothing. You only perk up a bit when he finally decides to proceed with his plan and takes the skin in his mouth, sucking at it for a bit before releasing it with a lewd pop.
"Hajiâ d-did you just leave a mark?â
âI did.â Heâs grinning now, staring at the mark he's leftâ and he thinks it's surprising dark for how gentle he was. It was only the first one tonight, after all.
âWant another one?â
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cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, fever sex, f!reader, lazy writing, not proofread
DEAN is half-lidded, can barely keep his eyes open. You're starting to get worried so you press your palm down against his chest to move away from him, but he grabs your waist, pulling you back down on his cock. âNo, no, no, don't stop, don't y'dare stop,â
You whine, âBut Dean- you're burning up.â and he really was. You could tell by touching his pecs, the skin too warm under your fingertips, and you could also tell by his pulsing cock inside of you. The hot sensation spreading through your cunt, the warmth traveling up to your belly.
Dean hisses, âIt's this pussy- h my God- so warm baby, could stay inside you forever-â
He pushes you skin tight against him with a hand on the small of your back, his arms then circling around your frame as he holds you close, his breath fanning against your lips as he moans lowly
Holding his cheek in your palm, your eyes dance across his face as his head tilts back, eyes rolling from the feeling of your cold hand against him.
âJust like that honey, fuck yourself onto me c'mon. Want y'to cum all over me.â he was mumbling, his words barely coherent, yet his hips never stopped snapping up against you, chasing your hot cunt.
âJesus, Dean-â you whimper against his lips as you roll your hips in circles, making sure he stays snug inside you, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone making your thighs shake âm gonna cumâ you cry out, and he groans, giving you open mouth kisses, his thoughts too fuzzy to even kiss you properly.
Your walls clamp down on him, and he moans, âYess, yeah that's it- fuck- squeezin' me so damn tight sweetheart-â his cock now gliding easier in and out of your puffy pussy with the help of your wetness
Despite the aftershocks, your body twitching, and your thighs begging you to take a break, you keep going. Now, sloppily fucking yourself down on his warm cock, as you egg him on, âCome on baby, cum for me. I want it s'bad,â
His cheeks are flushed, mouth hanging open n' eyes crossed as he stares into nothing, âYes yes yes, oh please- please make me cum- i'll do anything just please-â
His voice cracks as he begs you, his hands grabbing onto your thighs, nails digging into your skin as he follows the movements of your hips, feeling the coil in his belly slowly unfold.
You place your hands behind you on his thighs, leaning back as you keep your relentless pace and he groans pathetically, sitting up to moan against your tits as he cums, snapping his hips up against you roughly to make sure heâs as deep as he can go, feeling his cum and your slick messing up the inside of his thick thighs.
Youâre panting hard as you slow down, thighs still twitching every now and then as you run your fingers through his hair, murmuring praises against his temple, lips warming up quickly since he was still burning up.
âYou okay? you ask, and he nods against your shoulder, moaning huskily when he gives another slow roll up against you, âDean let's go have a look at you, Iâm getting worried baby-â
âWait.â he snaps his half lidded eyes up to yours, a tear running down his cheek as he grins lazily, âWanna go again. Please?â
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kinda enamoured with the thought of our poor mc going to a dud of party but meeting Kyle and Johnny there (both looking as out of place as you feel) but instead of taking you home, they bring you back to Price and Ghost. a sweet little treat for them all to share.
and they're charming, of course. too charming. but alcohol numbs most of your inhibitions about how touchy they are. how physical. folding themselves into your space, leaning down to whisper in your ear when you can hear them just fine. hands on the small on your back. around your wrist. your waist. knuckles against your cheekâ
god, you're such a pretty little thing, aren't you?
warm skin. breath that smells of thick, sweet cream and oaky black tea. hands curling under the hem of your shirtâshush, shush, doe, ahm jus' helpin' ye; yer hot, ain't ye? lemme help ye out o'yer jumperâthick, sunkissed fingers dancing over your skin.
you feel funny, you slur into hisâKyle, he huffs, grinning wide; wolfish: call me Kyle, sweet thingâneck, chasing the scent of spiced vanilla and wild, ripened plums. everything is spinning. spinningâ
"god, he's gonna just love youâ"
but they'll take you somewhere. home. you nod, nose tucked tight against his warm, steady pulse. "wanna go homeâ" you mumble into salt-tinged skin, and they laugh.
"oh, don't worry, beautiful. we'll get you right where you need to be."
you trust them, of course. let them usher you into their car, curled up against a broad, warm chest. lulled under a blanket of security wrapped tight in strong, firm arms. and if his hand wanders, fingers tickling the insides of your thighs. wellâ
you can't deny they're attractive. maybe you can get their number after and call them in the morning.
but that doesn't happen.
you wake to the sound of voices. hands sliding under your knees, around your shoulder. carried into a house that isn't your ownâsome strange cabin deep in the forest. the glow of the wood stove in the only light on inside, and you struggle to adjust to the thick orange haze.
"what's going on?" you ask, blinking at the sight that greets your liquid eyes.
Kyle places you down on a rug, holding your hips tight when you fumble. laughing, just a little, under his breath when you gasp.
sitting in an old, wooden chair is a man you've never seen before. big, broad. intimidating. his thick legs spread lazilyâone kicked out against the rug, the other bent at the knee. and elbow rests on it. in his hand, a lit cigar. the other dangles, loose and lax, off the armrest. fingers curling, unfurling, into spasmic fists.
his eyes burn caeruleum in the flickering gold.
you fight back a shiver, but feel it slide like hot oil down your spine.
"whatâ?"
"my boys didn't explain it to you?" he asks, voice a rough, abrasive scratch in your head. gritty. porous. you feel it against your skin. fingers digging into your nape. bad girl. there's something about him that commands attention, and you give it easily as he tuts, pale lips pulling into a condescending sneer beneath the thick of his beard. "or maybe you just weren't payin' attention, sweetheart."
"attention to whatâ" sir almost trembles out. his lips twitch like he heard all the same. "i just want to go homeâ"
the hand dangling over the ledge flares to life. he flicks it careless around the room with a hum. "you are home."
"my real homeâ"
and then you see it.
he moves like liquid through the shadows. folds himself into the dark like its where he belongs. and you thoughtâand still very much doâthe man sitting on his throne was large, intimidating, but it pales at the absurd height of this thing that slinks out of the corner with a heavy, laden gaze. powdered charcoal. endlessly black. flat, though. amused.
when he speaks, it's all brass. "what's this? Johnny brought 'ome a stray?"
"nah," you hear Kyle's grin. feel the phantom shift of sharp teeth against your neck. breathless laugher. warm hands. baby, you feel so good. "we found 'er in a club. lost little lamb."
"and you dragged her back to the wolf's den, mm?"
"you complainin', cap?"
it takes all of your willpower to tear your eyes off the man, but you manage. ripping them away until you find himâPriceâagain. he stares back with a lidded, heavy gaze. unflinching. hungry.
"not in the slightest."
Kyle purrs. "Johnny couldn't keep his hands off her, sir. might have some competition for who goes first."
cold air on your nape. dread bubbles up in your belly. "noâ"
they continue like you hadn't spoken. like you don't exist. the man in the corner folds his thick arms over his broad chest, shaking his head a chainsaw-like grunt. laughter, you think.
but Price doesn't seem to find it nearly as funny. his teeth sink into the butt of the cigar with a growl. "gonna fight me for first, Sargeant?"
Johnny snorts, and rubs his finger under his nose.
"she's sweet," he murmurs, all wide-eyed and feverish. cheeks pinked under the warm spill of orange. "cannae blame a man fer wantin' such a pretty little thingâ"
"back of the line," Kyle prods. and you wish his touch made your stomach churn, but that thread of intrigue, alcohol spooled want, still thrums in your veins.
"i justâ" you stammer, eyes widening as real, tangible fear sets in. skewers into your belly. heart in your throat. the erratic echoes pounding in your ears. "i just want to go home."
"you are home, birdieâ" he speaks and it feels like the walls shake. "didn't get a bright, did you, Johnny?"
"tha's mean, Ltâ" his hands snake around your waist, pulling you into his hard chest. "didnae anyone teach ye 'ow tae chirp at birds?" the shorn sides of his Mohawk scratch against your cheek when he nuzzles, kittenish, against your face. "don't listen tae 'im, doe. yer th' sweetest, brightest lit'le thingâ"
"mm, and such a bright little girl would know how to behave, wouldn't she?"
even with the alcohol dulling your sensesâthoughts scattered and thin as two pairs of hands start pulling at your clothes, stripping you down to nothingâyou can still see his words for what it is:
a threat.
as if to reinforce this idea, the manâGhost, Johnny whines into your burning, stinging cheek, skin chafing from the graze of his buzzed sides: gotta 'ave a taste, Ltâmoves, his body spilling out in a dizzying tumble of thick limbs. he stands by the doorâthe only oneâand folds his arms over his chest once more, head cocking to the side as he stares down at you.
"don't worry, Johnny," he rumbles, lids slipping to half cresences over the ink black of his eyes. "i intend to."
the air stills when Price hums. your attention is pulled back to him instantly, but a part of youâall animalâhalves it down the middle, keeping Ghost in your sights at all times. turning your back on him feelsâ
stupid.
you shiver.
Price shifts in the chair, reaching up for the cigar still pinched between his teeth. the look in his eyes is a startling, heavy thing. doom tastes like ash between your teeth.
"an' you're a bright girl, aren't you?"
it's not really a question. you nod anyway, feeling the fight in your body dissolve like wisps of smoke in the dense, thickened air. excitement, desire, humsâan electrical currentâin the air, bubbling up between them. they move around you in a way that's dizzingly coordinatedâa living, thrumming dance. stigmergy. as your clothes fall, as their hands grab your flesh, pinching and caressing, moaning in your ear about how soft you are, how sweet, one, horrifying thought thickens in the back of your head:
you know, then, that you're not going home.
"oh, sweetheart," Price drawls like he knows what you're thinking. a mocking little coo as he tucks his knuckles under your chin, lifting your head up to meet his burning gaze. there's something in there, you think. something awful. something hungry.
"you already are."
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A/N: in a gojo state of mind đľâđŤ
Wc â 800
Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader
Summary: hubby Satoru the type to do you so good the night before that you limp into the kitchen the next morning
Warnings; đ mdni, SMUT, pns (good girl, baby), dirty talk, đą eating, light size kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulation, breeding kink, multiple rounds, sex-crazed Gojo, implied bj
âFuck baby, cream on me. Yeah, make a mess on this dick â spell your name on it. âS so fuckinâ hot â uhhh fuck â good girlâs stretchinâ sâmuch for daddyâs cock. Feel that? Feel me hittinâ those spots you canât reach with your fingers?â
A ring of white cream froths up with each plunge of his cock back into your sloppy, sore pussy.
Your pretty husband suddenly slips out with a pop and impatiently lowers his face to level with your hips, burying himself into your pussy, licking a stripe up your thigh to start. He savors the sticky sweet taste thatâs leaking out from his pretty wife. He loves it more than he should. When he eats you out, it feels as if heâs the one deriving pleasure from it.
âSo fucking hot. You this wet nâ eager for me, baby? You needed this dick bad, huh? Uh-huh. Fucking cum on my tongue, I wannah fweel ih.â His words muffle as he sinks his tongue into your hole, swirling and wiggling it around, rubbing his tip into the roof, curling it up into your sweet spot.
Heâs got a long tongue and he knows how to use it right. It feels like heâs French-kissing you down there.
His lips end up pressed flush against your lower lips, but even when his tongue reached as far as it can inside your hole, heâs still not satisfied â he keeps trying to get impossibly deeper.
And Gojoâs not a wasteful boy; he laps and slurps up your juices and gulps them down without letting even a drop spill. He eats it âtill heâs out of breath, giving you orgasm after orgasm âtill you go dumb and weak.
âGod, you taste so fucking good. Hey baby? Still with me? Câmon, keep those eyes open. âWant you to watch me eat this pretty pussy.â
He can keep going and going, his stamina is seemingly infinite. When you squirm away from the overstimulation, he brings you closer to him again, hooking his arms around your thighs to lock you in place. He tugs you down and holds your hips tight, like heâs trying to show off his superior strength.
That pretty upturned nose swipes between your plush lips, nudging and bumping into your clit as he tongue-fucks you eagerly â as if heâs never gotten a taste of something so delicious before.
When he pulls away, his face is a mess; thereâs a streak of your juices across his cheek that rubbed off from your inner thigh, and more running down his chin showing off how much you gushed for him. Happy with how fucked-out heâs rendered you with his tongue, he shoves himself back inside you like a feverish animal. Gojo fucks like a damn beast.
âGod, baby, âgonna cum again. Take it. Take my cum nâ have my baby. Wanna see you holding my child.â
After he creams all inside you, he slips it out and slaps his heavy cock on your clit, smearing some cum over your plush lips. He loves stroking back and forth between them â the feeling alone of your pussy hugging his fat cock makes him get hard again in no time. Itâs like he didnât soften at all. Sometimes a little more cum spurts out and paints your clit, so he chuckles.
Thereâs such a mess. A sloppy, delicious mix of cum and cream, spit and sweat, precum and pussyjuice.
âWeâre not done, baby. âGotta fuck my cum into you âtill Iâve got nothing left. Daddyâs knocking up that sweet pussy, tânight, mâkay? Good girl, hold those legs back fâme. Let me have you.â
A moment later, youâre back to screaming, creaming, clawing at his meaty biceps for support and comfort as he pounds into you like some sex-crazed fiend. Panting like crazy, skin slapping together, voices shaking â not even your moans sound coherent anymore, let alone your words. The most coherent thing coming out of your mouth is a chant of his favorite nickname; daddy daddy daddy.
He totally breaks you at night.
Then come the morning, heâs calmly eating cereal in the kitchen, thumbing through his socials and chirping a nonchalant âMorninâ, baby, howâd you sleep?â at you when you come limping out the bedroom with wild bed hair.
âDonât you âMorninâ babyâ me!â you mutter groggily.
He grins devilishly at you. âSorry, was I too hard on you last night?â
âMmmâŚâ you hum contemplatively, floating over to him so he can do what he always does the morning after good sex â and that is take you into his lap.
You rest your head on his muscular shoulder and tease into his ear, âNot hard enough, daddy ~ â just to get him hard through his sweatpants.
Itâs his turn to tease. But he does it better; he makes your stomach drop to the floor.
âYou need me so bad even this early in the morning, huh? M'kay, get on your knees, 'gonna give you some breakfast.â
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A few of my more random pics of Eric that I like:
He's gorg though. I want his hair. How do I archive this gairstyle though.
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Heâs been stealing your panties since the week he met you. Collecting them in different pretty colors and fabrics. Using them to jerk off every night with the groan of your name. Stuffing them under his nose or using them to stroke his cock, either way had him cumming to the thought of you all the same.
He takes your stuff and holds them over your head. Watching your tits bounce as you whined and struggled to reach. Smirking widely as he teased, âif you want it back so bad then kiss me.â Blood rushing to his cock when you actually get on your tip toes to kiss him shortly, forcing your lips to stay on his when you try to pull away.
Who pretends to be asleep until he hears your soft moans at one in the morning. Quietly cracking open your door to watch you touch yourself, his hard cock already in hand as you moaned and mewled so fucking prettily. Stroking at the pace of your desperately working fingers till you two orgasm at the same time.
Who âaccidentallyâ sends you a video of him lazily jerking off on his bed, his lip in between his teeth and his other hand behind his head as he looks directly into the camera. The message coming through followed by a small âoops, sorry sweetheart, wrong personâ
Who starts getting bolder and bolder even after you suspect him of being the reason for your missing underwear. Leaving slight yet noticeable touches to your ass and boobs whenever he had the chance. Always laughing it off and joking about how soft you were and about how perfectly your tits fit in his hand.
Who calls you up to his room when heâs about to cum, his lips parting in heavy breaths as you walked in clad in your short pajama set. Your eyes widening as he fisted his length, eyes meeting yours with a loud groan as he spilled onto his hand. âShit, can you grab me that box of tissue?â Letting out heavy breaths with a dark grin.
Who starts walking around the house with nothing but low hanging sweats to get you flustered. Brushing up against you or wrapping his toned arms around your body. His rock like abs against your back as he whispered into your ear. âWell these shorts are shorter than usual.â Loving the way your face heated up for him.
Who starts to make you sit in his lap for everything. Saying that you werenât allowed to watch tv unless you did it from his lap. Or that you couldnât seat at the table to eat breakfast unless it was again, on his lap.
Who suddenly wants to spend all his time with you so that you couldnât go out as often. He wanted you, and would make you his at some point.
Who finally sinks his cock into your tight pussy after teasing you subtly all day. âWaited so long for this.â He grunted, his thumb running over your bottom lip which was swollen from all his rough kissing. âFeels even better than i expected.â
You cried out loudly, small whimpers falling past your parted lips as his hold on your legs tightened. Holding them in place over his shoulders as he fucked into you harshly. Thick cot brushing against your g spot as it hammered deep.
âThatâs it, just take it baby. Please mama? Take it fâme yeah?â He breathed, his head in your neck as he licked and sucked dark marks onto your skin. Snapping his hips into yours in oute need, not being able to get enough of the moment that he dreamed for so long about.
âDoes that feel good baby?â Watching as you nodded with a teary cry, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off his sheets.
âLook at me.â he groaned, your eyes peeling open to meet his as you both filled the room with your noises. âWanna fill you up so bad, pussyâs so fucking perfect.â
âS-satoruuâ nngh,â
âOh fuck baby, let me hear my name again.â He breathed, hand snaking lightly around your neck. Your choked moans and babbles getting louder as your stomach tightened. Gojo never slowing his pace as he fucked you dumb.
âHaah, Sat-oruu, ahh,â you mewled, your pussy tightening as your body began to tremble. Gripping onto the sheets at your side at the orgasmic build up.
âCan feel you getting close, squeezing me so tight,â Gojo grunted, lewd squelching sounds filling your ears each time his cock bullied its way deep. âIâve got you baby, cum fâme.â His hand squeezed down on your throat, your wet eyes meeting piercing blue ones with a chant of his name. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy messily thanked his cock.
âO-oh fuck- âm never letting you go you know that? Wanted you for way too long.â His eyes fixed on yours as you shook your head.
You felt so good, and he found him self unable to come to a stop even as he got close.
âS-satoruââ
âC-canât baby, feels so good, shitâ gotta cum in you.â Pressing his lips onto yours to muffle your whines as he gave his final sloppy thrusts. His hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep inside you with a moan. His eyes rolling back as he spilled into you, pumping ropes after ropes of the sticky substance onto your walls.
Gojo pulled away with a satisfied breath, swiping his tongue across his lips with an unapologetic smile at the look on your face. âSorry princess.â
#not a new work!#from my old account#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo smut#gojo x reader#jjk x reader smut#gojo x reader smut#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo satoru smut#gojo x you
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the newlyweds
Pairing ËË°â˘*â⡠Logan Howlett x fem!reader (Flux)
a/n: I wrote this at 3 AM and I'm also pretty sure I'm sick, so bare with me. Based on this: ask
You know Logan can't stand you, but it doesn't stop the way you feel about him. Your mind recognizes the hate in his eyes whenever you're in the same room, but your heart can't. Finally, you come to terms with the truth: it's never gonna happen. However, your newfound resolve is flipped on its head when you're forced to go undercover with him as newlyweds. Your new wedding ring is a noose and you don't know how you'll survive it or him.
You stumble forward as someone knocks into you from behind. Their shoulder jams painfully into your ribcage and you trip into the wall in front of you. âShit,â you hiss, rubbing your back and turning around to glare at whoever it was. You figure it's a kid skipping class, imagine your surprise when itâs a fully grown man practically growling at you.Â
âWhere the hell am I?â He darts forward, grabbing you by the arms and jerking you towards him. âWho are you people?â Youâre stunned into silence, eyes wide with shock as he pushes your spine into the wall behind you.Â
You recognize him now. This is the man who was with Rogue in the truck you, Ororo, and Summers rescued. The only reason you donât toss him across the room and rip his spine out through his throat is because you know how disoriented he is. Though, with the way his claws threaten to pierce your skin, you are tempted to.Â
âAh,â a familiar and welcomed voice sounds out from beside you both. âI see youâve met Flux.â Charles rarely ever uses your actual name, mainly introducing you through your X-Men persona. Itâs a preference of yours.Â
The manâs eyes dart between you and Charles, and your own turn into slits the longer he keeps his tight grip on you. âWanna let me go now?â You demand voice practically a growl. Your patience has never been wonderful, but heâs really working on your last nerve.Â
He blinks, seemingly coming back to himself. With an almost regretful look, he lets you go. You sigh in irritation, straightening your shirt out and shoving past the corner heâs pushed you into. âWho the hell is this?â You snap, moving to stand behind Charles.Â
He gives you an apologetic look, âIâm not sure. He hasnât introduced himself yet.â He gives the man an expectant look. Instead of answering he glances around, and scoffs.Â
âWhat is this, summer camp? You people donât need to know me, I donât need to know you. Just show me how to get the fuck out, alright?â Finding Charlesâ school had been heaven on earth. Heâd provided you with a home and a haven you never thought you would have the privilege of. Youâd never shown anger in the face of his guidance or generosity. But many have.Â
You can tell, as much as the man in front of you might believe otherwise, heâs going to be enjoying the comfort of Charlesâ protection soon. You move to the side, leaving them to their conversation. Instead, you focus on keeping the kids away from the newest form of entertainment. You usher them towards their classes, despite their reluctance.Â
The other members of the team soon join you all, introducing themselves. âStorm, Cyclops,â he scoffs a little at Scottâs name and you feel a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. He turns towards you, brows furrowed inquisitively, âFlux?â
âMatter manipulation,â you explain bluntly. He shrugs his shoulders giving you a blank look. Sighing you hold out your hand and gesture to Charlesâ desk. With a flick of your wrist, it melts into an unnatural form of liquid wood. Loganâs eyes widen and you canât help but finally let the full smile form on your lips. âFlux was just what fourteen-year-old me thought fit best.â
He nods, turning back towards Charles with a smarmy grin. âAnd what do they call you, wheels?â Your eyes widen with shock and an unbidden laugh surges forth. Charles sends you a playful glare and you have to turn around to keep from laughing more.Â
Youâd thought you wouldnât like this one. Itâs always bad when thereâs a member on the team you donât get along with. Itâs not common, but it has happened. They simply keep you separated if they can. The school is wonderful, but itâs not perfect. Not everyone will like each other. You think you and Logan will get along just fine, though.
It started slow, barely noticeable at first. You didnât know him well enough to understand that the way he treats you is completely different from how he treats everyone else. Where your greetings are brushed off with cold shoulders or the occasional glare, others at the very least get a brief mumble of hello. When you speak, you can practically feel the irritation wafting off of him in waves. You taste his hatred in every interaction.Â
Thereâs no exact moment you can pinpoint where you went wrong. Sure, your introduction to one another was rocky at best. But heâd nearly thrown Jean across the room when they first met and they got along just fine.Â
Youâve thought about it, for far too long, about what makes you different than the others. Is it your smile? The pitch of your voice? Of course, you understand that sometimes there are just people that you meet and something inside you hates them. Thereâs never a true explanation behind the feeling, just instinct.Â
But you canât place what about you would make someone so guarded, so mean. It feels like such a childish word, like too simple of a way to explain Logan. The very least you know about him is that he can never be summed up with the word simple. There are secrets buried deep within him, some he knows, others he doesnât. You canât just slap a label on him and walk away.Â
More often than not, though, you feel like youâre talking to one of your childhood bullies and not a team member. Because, despite your own feelings towards him, at the end of the day you are team members. Thereâs no getting around it. From that connection comes, what should be, a base level of respect.Â
Youâre both in charge of protecting one another and looking out for each other on the field. That means when you put on the suit, youâre putting aside petty grievances. But he seems incapable of that as well.Â
Youâve spent mornings practicing your greetings, trying to tone down your cheeriness or inflect your voice with a more welcoming timbre. Youâve changed how you dress, how you do your hair, even your makeup. And at the end of it all, you still got the same miserable look and distinct feeling of worthlessness. All of the change has been temporary, you are a creature of habit. Inevitably, you slide back into the same habits and styles that make you, you.Â
You feel stupid, trying to change yourself to better fit someone else's tastes. Especially when itâs someone who so clearly despises you. Itâs not how you carry yourself, how you look, itâs the mere fact you exist that bothers him. At least, thatâs the conclusion youâve come to in all your months of experimenting.Â
It truly shouldnât bother you so much. Thereâs always going to be people who donât like you. Thereâs nothing you can do about it. And youâve never had that desire to change other's opinions on you. But something about Logan has dug its claws under your skin and has refused to let go. You canât get him out of your head, even when you feel like you hate him, heâs all you think about. Youâve considered asking Jean to use her abilities to somehow dig him out of your brain and keep him out. But you donât think that would work either.Â
You step into the kitchen and nearly freeze in the doorway. Logan sits at the island, back to you as he reads the newspaper. You find yourself lightening your steps, quieting your breath. You make yourself as inconspicuous and convenient as possible. Every time you catch yourself doing something like this, you hate yourself just a little bit more.Â
You shouldnât have to alter parts of yourself to better fit someone elseâs needs. You slip along the tiles, your socked feet slamming into the corner of the counter as you pass it. âShit!â You shout, doubling over as you clutch your throbbing toes.Â
So much for being inconspicuous.Â
Loganâs head shoots up in shock as he glares over his paper at you. You let out a strained whimper, reluctantly releasing your foot and hobbling towards the coffee pot. Youâve taken more bullets than you count, and somehow that still hurt worse.Â
You canât just ignore him, you feel his stare burning into your back, and it feels too dickish-too much like him, to not say anything. âMorning,â you mutter over your shoulder, barely looking at him. You pour your coffee, trying to ignore how daunting the silence seems. You might as well be alone in the room for all the attention heâll grant you.Â
You feel like a beggar, on hands and knees just for a simple hello. Ever since his first night here, heâs been so aloof with you. Itâs only devolved since then. You sigh, slamming the mug onto the counter. Something in you has snapped this morning and itâs not just the bones in your foot. Youâre sick of this.Â
You shouldnât have to walk on eggshells around him. Heâs not a toddler, he doesnât deserve to be coddled and catered to. Heâs a grown man, an X-Men for fuckâs sake. What he needs, is to learn a little emotional regulation.Â
You turn, mouth open and sucking in a deep breath as you prepare your speech. The island is empty as you face it, his stool in the same place it had been while he was on it. The paper lies abandoned, even his nearly full mug is still on the granite.Â
You scoff, snapping your jaw shut and rolling your eyes. âJesus,â you mutter to yourself. Wonderful, even the same room is too much for him now. Something bitter has been forming in your mind. A rage building from weeks of unprompted cruel behavior.Â
Yet, somehow, the thing that pushes you over the edge from interest to resentment is the fact that he didnât say good morning back.Â
You teach history at the school, but the majority of your role at the mansion is to train children with powers similar to yours. Youâve never met a mutant who had such a broad scope with their abilities as you do. Some can turn water to ice, control the blood running through someoneâs veins, or make the air around them a solid block. But youâve yet to meet one who manipulates anything with matter the way you do.Â
Still, for training, you deal with the unreliable, untameable, and generally more dangerous abilities. And sometimes for training, you work with other teachers and let your kids practice on each other. Itâs a rotating schedule, and unfortunately, the week youâve decided you hate him, youâre partnered with Logan for training.Â
Youâve got the entirety of Charlesâ backyard, which is essentially the size of a football field. Itâs a lot of room for accidents and accidental misfires. You stand in front of the pond, admittedly a risky choice with these kids, and direct them all to their partners.Â
âRemember, the goal of this isnât to maim each other,â you give a particularly pointed glare towards Billy. Heâs caused a lot of problems lately with his fires. âItâs just to learn how to wield your abilities to your advantage, to protect yourself and your team.â
You look to Logan, seeing if he wants to add anything or contribute to the class in some way. He just keeps his arms crossed, glowering at all the children like heâs imagining skewering them on his claws. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to the kids. âLet's start with the hand-to-hand maneuvers we went over yesterday before we practice with our abilities.â
âWhy donât you show us?â Your head whips towards Billy and you canât help the sneer on your lips. Heâs sat on the ground, legs crossed leisurely over each other. He doesnât have a care in the world as he taunts you.Â
âWhat?â You grit out, glaring at him.
âShow us what a balanced fight should look like between mutants. You and Logan,â he nods to the aforementioned man. Logan just quirks a brow, glancing at you before turning back to Billy.Â
âI donât think-â
âFine.â You gape at Logan as he tugs his jacket off. He shrugs as he looks at you, moving towards the middle of the field. Of course, he wouldnât pass up the opportunity to try and pummel you. Youâre sure that heâs just been waiting for an excuse to fight you.Â
âIf thatâs what you want,â you mutter bitterly. You pull off your sweatshirt and start walking towards him.Â
âYour cuffs,â Billy calls out from behind you. The other students all watch the interaction with rapt attention. Theyâre practically salivating at the chance to see you two fight each other. Meanwhile, Billy just seems like he wants to see someone bleed.Â
The metal cuffs around your wrists are the only thing that stops you from leveling the entire school. Your abilities are so tightly entwined with your emotions that one unlucky bout of anger can lead you to vaporizing everyone around you. They dull your abilities just enough to still be useful but not deadly. You havenât taken them off in years. And perhaps itâs wrong to lean so heavily on them for protection, but you have. Thatâs your cross to bear. You donât even want to picture what will happen if you open that dam.Â
âWhat?â Billy shrugs, sending you a sharp smirk. âHow are we supposed to trust you, if you canât even use your own damn abilities?â He snorts and narrows his eyes at you, âHow the hell did you even become an X-Men, Flux?â His name rolls off your tongue with a sharpened venom.Â
He oozes hatred and a burning resentment that catches you off guard. Itâs too much to process the insults heâs hurling at you and the sudden one-eighty in his personality. You donât even hear Logan coming until his fist is wrapped in Billyâs collar and heâs yanking him off his feet.Â
He dangles him, just a couple of inches, off the ground, teeth practically bared at the kid. âWanna keep talking, mouth?âÂ
âLog-â Youâre cut off as a fireball shoots out of Billyâs palm and explodes against Loganâs gut. You gasp, throwing up a wall in front of the other kids so it canât hurt them. âAll right,â you call out sternly. âEveryone inside,â you demand, pointing the other kids back towards the manor.Â
You linger with Logan, who still has Billy dangling from his fist, only he looks even more pissed off now. Anyone else, and theyâd be dust at Billyâs feet. But Logan isnât anyone else and the only collateral seems to be his shirt.Â
Not that you mind the view.Â
Billy hasnât been here long enough to know what Loganâs abilities are, though. You donât think he actually knew he could heal. The thought alone is worrying enough that you donât force Logan to let him go. âWe need to get him to Charles,â when Logan doesnât move you put more force behind your voice, ânow.â
Logan lets out a low huff before placing Billy back on his own two feet. He doesnât let him go far, though, keeping his hand around the back of his neck and dragging him forward. You follow behind them, making sure he doesnât rip him to pieces before Charles can speak with him.Â
You sit outside Charlesâ office, fingers tapping restlessly against your thigh as you stare at the mahogany walls in front of you. The red velvet of the seat is too soft and you find yourself slipping to the edge every few seconds. Itâs too soft, too luxurious, your back aches the longer you wait.Â
Charles had instructed both you and Logan to wait for him to finish up with Billy. Itâs been nearly an hour, though, and youâre growing restless. You can tell Logan feels the same way. Heâs pacing the hall like a caged lion about to rip the arm off its keeper.Â
âHow are you?â You blurt out, desperate for something to fill the silence. He stops abruptly, whipping around to face you. You flinch back slightly at the intense glare heâs sporting. âYour stomach, I mean,â you gesture towards the scorch marks on his shirt, the soot on his abs.Â
Itâs been a practice in self-control to not just be staring at his wonderfully sculpted muscles flexing this whole time. Youâre pleasantly surprised with how well youâve been doing so far. Though, now with him facing you, youâre finding it incredibly hard to meet his eye. Heâs such an imposing figure, especially when heâs standing over you like this.Â
âFine,â he barks out, turning back around and effectively ending the conversation. Your eyes narrow and you scoff, god, why do you try?
The door swings open and you expect Billy to come running out crying with his tail tucked between his legs. Instead, you hear the familiar whirl of Charles wheels as he rolls into the hall. He faces you and Logan, a strained smile on his face.Â
âWhereâs Billy?â You slowly get to your feet, peering into his office. Your confusion only grows when you find it empty.Â
âHeâs away from the other children for now. Heâll need private lessons before we allow him near them again. And if that doesnât work, we have no choice but to expel him.â You can tell it hurts Charles to say that.Â
He does genuinely want the best for these kids. He wants mutants to have a home, a place where they can be themselves without fear of retaliation. Sometimes, though, it doesnât work out. Thereâs nothing wrong with that, you all try your best to help the kids. But some of them have been so twisted by the world around them that thereâs no undoing the damage. When they pose a risk the way Billy does, the other kids come first.Â
Logan scoffs with distaste, stalking closer to Charles. âHe tried to kill me, fucking tried to get Flux to take her cuffs off.â He gestures towards you, for once, though, you donât feel like youâre being attacked. Even he can understand the dangers of that demand is idiotic. Itâs clear Billy only wanted to watch everyone around him get hurt, he didnât care about the consequences.Â
Charles holds up a pacifying hand, nodding his head and dismissing Loganâs concerns. âIâm quite aware of what happened, Logan. But Billy is my responsibility and heâs not the reason I needed to talk to you both.â
He rolls back into his office, expecting you both to follow him. You fall in line behind him, taking a seat at his desk. Logan takes another minute to join you both, a reluctant scowl on his face as he sits beside you. Charles waves his hand, the door closing and providing you all with a little bit more privacy.Â
He reaches into a drawer on his desk, pulling out a thin manilla folder. He pushes it towards both you and Logan. You share a confused look with Logan before flipping the file open. There are a few pictures of a stereotypical suburban neighborhood. Bright green laws, uniform driveways, each house looks the same as the last.Â
There are a few more pictures, all of them taken from an awkward distance that makes it hard to determine what youâre looking at. You pass the pictures to Logan and shake your head at Charles. âI donât understand, what is all this?â
âYour next mission,â he informs you both with a strained smile.Â
Loganâs head shoots up, eyes narrowing in on Charles. âExcuse me?â He demands, his voice a growl more than anything.Â
âThere have been some disturbing rumors about this neighborhood. Mentions of a possible mutant trafficking ring being conducted behind closed doors. Normally, I would dismiss such claims. Oftentimes these are just ways to bait and snatch mutants. However, my own attempts at telepathic investigation have been thwarted. Even with Cerebro, I canât seem to breach the neighborhood.â
âSomethingâs blocking you?â You ask, snatching the pictures back from Logan to get a better look. He tosses the folder back on the desk, muttering something you canât hear.Â
âOr someone. Iâm worried there might be some truth to these rumors. And since I canât find a safe way in, I need your help. You only need to do some reconnaissance. The only problem is how gated the community is. Theyâre not going to let anyone in unless they live there.â
Charles gives you both a cheekily expectant look. The truth is so hard to swallow that you almost canât process it. âNo,â you mutter, shaking your head and smiling, waiting for the punchline. When one doesnât come you get up from your seat and give him a disbelieving look. âYou want us undercover?â
Charles pulls out a key and smiles widely, âCongratulations on your new home, newlyweds.â
Logan shoots up from his seat, it wobbles precariously, nearly toppling to the ground. âYou want me to move into a house with her?â He spits out the sentence like it pains him to even have it in his mouth. A disbelieving smile spread across your cheeks, sardonic laughter slipping through parted lips. âWhy canât I do it with Jean? Or better yet you just get some other asshole to play her husband?â
Your heart stutters to a stop and you quickly rip your eyes off the pair. The stung worse than you think it should. Your heart aches, each beat painful. You feel like someoneâs punched through your chest and ripped at all the tender bits.Â
âI have chosen you,â Charles loses all humor from his voice. He is stern, like a father scolding his child, as he speaks to Logan. âAnd thatâs the end of it. Besides, I donât suppose that Jeanâs fiance would appreciate her playing house with another man.â He places heavy emphasis on fiance, enough to get Logan to purse his lips and look away from him.
You speak up, your voice a surprise to them both. You claw through the lump in your throat, ignoring the hot burn behind your eyes. âIâm not doing this. Especially not with him,â you force the words out, wiping roughly at your cheeks. âShit,â you hiss, looking down and trying to hide the tears that have slowly trickled down.Â
You donât allow either of them to argue, running out of the door and ignoring the calls of your name behind you. You canât do this. Canât pretend to be in love with Logan, not when he hates you. Not when itâs so close to the truth.Â
Evidently, Charles didn't feel like giving either of you a choice.
You drum your fingers along the door handle. The cab of the truck rattles as the trailer drags along behind you. The trees have begun to thin out on the road, and more shopping centers pop up than youâve seen this whole trip. Itâs the how you know youâre getting closer, that and the map on Loganâs thigh. You steal glances at it because he refused to let you help him navigate.Â
Besides the occasional ask for a bathroom break and refuted offer of switching drivers, the four-hour road trip has been quiet. You tried to turn the radio on earlier but heâd shut it off nearly immediately. He claimed that the pop shit they play makes his ears ring.Â
You were almost tempted to turn it up to full volume if only to torture him a little bit.Â
Loganâs rough voice jars you out of your head, âIâm going to need to know your real name.â
You frown, brows furrowed in confusion. Had you still not given him your actual name? Heâs always referred to you as Flux, but you just assumed thatâs because he didnât want you to be an actual person in his eyes. Itâs easier to hate someone if you can distance yourself from the idea of them having actual feelings. Still, you canât believe he never asked someone for it.Â
It just shows you how little he cares for you. Reluctantly, you give it to him. He hums, something pensive pinching at his face. âWhat?â You snap, waiting for him to insult you.Â
He just shrugs, âItâs pretty,â he mutters, so quiet you almost donât hear him. You donât even know how to respond to that, so caught off guard by a genuine compliment that you just choose to ignore it. You doubt he meant it, anyway. He might think the name is pretty, but he doesnât hold the same opinion of the person connected to it.Â
You sink back into the silence, finding it more comforting than jarring now. Youâd prefer the familiar feeling of him ignoring you than the abrupt turn in character. He glances over at you, something like regret on his face as he sighs.Â
Thankfully, he doesnât say anything else. Instead, in what feels like an extension of an olive branch, he turns the radio back on. He keeps the volume low, so it doesnât bother him so much. But at least thereâs something to listen to besides your breathing.Â
You turn back towards the window, a white sign surrounded by daises coming up as Logan slows the truck down. He flicks on his turn signal, pulling up to Storybrook Walk. He stops in front of a large wrought iron gate and jumps out of the truck. He runs up to a black metal box, flipping the lid open and typing in the code Charles gave you both. As he gets back in the truck, the gate swings open widely.Â
You pull your rings out of your pocket and slip yours on. âHere,â you urge, holding Loganâs ring out to him. He huffs, glaring down at it before snatching it out of your hand. He balances his hands atop the wheel, slipping the ring on his left hand.Â
The neighborhood is picture-perfect suburbia. The lawns are bright green and manicured to perfection. You can hear children laughing as they play in their backyards and draw out a hopscotch grid on the sidewalk. Women and men who look like theyâre straight from the fifties stop on the sidewalk and wave as you drive through the gated community.Â
You mouth the numbers on the mailboxes to yourself, sitting up straighter when youâre one house away from your new home for the next few weeks. âHey,â you frown, noticing a large congregation of people in the driveway of 1220. âThis is our house isnât it?â
Logan frowns, stopping the truck just before pulling in so he doesnât hit anyway. âSupposed to be.â He glares at the people suspiciously, âStay here, alright?â
You nod, watching him as he jumps out and rounds the front of the truck. You roll your window down, fingers dancing along the metal of your cuffs. Thereâs no way youâve been found out before youâve even gotten a chance to investigate.Â
âHey!â Loganâs voice is scary on a good day, but when he feels threatened, itâs enough to frighten a grown man. You can see the people flinch slightly away from him. Thatâs when you spot the wrapped cookies in a blonde womanâs hand and see children hiding with balloons on the porch.Â
âOh, fuck,â you mutter. You throw the door open, racing after Logan before he does something stupid. âHowdy neighbors!â You shout, speaking over him before he gets a chance to say anything else. You rush up to Loganâs side, nearly out of breath in your haste to get to him. âIs this our welcoming committee?â
You glare up at him and his eyes narrow as he sees the same thing you did. âShit,â he mutters under his breath.Â
âSmile and wave,â you whisper through gritted teeth. His lips peel up into something terrifying and it takes everything in you not to flinch back. âWhat the fuck is that?â You mutter.
âA smile,â he hisses, glaring down at you in irritation.Â
A blonde woman steps forward before you can continue your hushed argument. âWelcome!â She calls out in a heavy southern accent, throwing her arms open with a bright smile. She walks as fast as she can in her tight skirt and kitten heels, coming over to embrace you, the casserole in her hand balancing precariously behind you.Â
She tugs Logan down into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek and staining the skin red. âSurprise!â The kids on the porch jump out with balloons and flowers and she winces.Â
âA bit late on the delivery,â she waves it off with a faux chuckle. âBut we donât mind âcause theyâre so darn cute.â She is very⌠loud. Thereâs something about her that is meant to be charming but puts you on edge. Sheâs got all the familiar characteristics of a woman youâd love to be around, but sheâs executing it like someone playing a character. âShiela,â she holds out her hand, perfectly manicured nails shining bright red.Â
You take her hand introducing yourself, âAnd this is my husband, Logan. Forgive him for his tone, we had an accident on the highway earlier. Weâre still a little on edge.â
âOh no,â she gasps, pressing her nails to her chest and even that seems plastic. âWhat happened?â
Years of bullshitting your way through school presentations are finally coming in handy. You think quickly on your feet, something these people would despise. You need something that endears you to them, âTire blew out and someone tried to raid the trailer while we were fixing it.â
She lets out a disapproving hum and the throng of people behind her echoes it with disturbing harmony. You find yourself leaning closer towards Logan, feeling like you need to defend yourself against them. You know theyâre only an overzealous HOA committee, but there is something uncanny about them.Â
Sensing your discomfort, Logan wraps his arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side. You have to school your features into one of neutrality. Youâre supposed to be newlyweds, this is normal behavior for you. His touch feels like ice water being tossed over you, though. His willing embrace makes your head swim with distaste and skepticism.Â
âWell,â a man steps forward. Heâs conventionally handsome, with brown hair cropped short, slight stubble on his cheeks, slacks, and a button-up that he fills out nicely. His smile, however, stretches too wide and shows too many teeth. A shiver crawls up your spine as he places his hand on Shielaâs shoulder. âYou wonât have to worry about people like that here, thatâs for sure. John,â he offers his hand to Logan, bypassing you completely. âHead of the HOA here at Storybrook.â
âNice to meet you, Johnâ Logan falls just short of sincere. He towers slightly over John and you can see that heâs squeezing his hand just a bit too tight by the wince of Jouhnâs face. You dig your elbow into his side and he drops his hand immediately.Â
Your gaze drifts over their shoulders and your stomach drops. The people behind them all hold dishes full of food and gift baskets. Their smiles are pinned to their faces, never once flinching out of place. Thereâs no joy in their eyes, though. Theyâre glazed over like theyâre a million miles away. You would think they were mannequins before you even considered them human.Â
âLong drive?â Shiela asks, your eyes dart back to hers only to find her intense stare already wholly focused on you.Â
âYeah,â you answer, clearing your throat of the panic rising in it. âWeâre gonna have a fun time unloading this,â you laugh humorlessly, motioning towards the trailer.
She waves her hands in dismissal. âDonât you worry about that, hun. Thatâs what neighbors are for after all.â She looks behind her, snapping her fingers a few times. The otherâs start going towards the trailer and you feel Logan tense under your touch.Â
A kid reaches it first, they manage to unlock it before you shout, âNo!â Itâs too loud, echoing through the street and making you clench your eyes shut in embarrassment. You turn back towards Shiela and John, both of them wearing shocked expressions. You chuckle awkwardly, âThereâs just a lot of family heirlooms. I donât want to risk them being damaged.â There are no heirlooms, just empty boxes and surveillance equipment that you'll have no chance of explaining away.
Shiela purses her lips into a tight smile, eyes turned to slits as she nods. âOf course,â you know she doesnât believe you for a second. âWell then, weâll just take all this inside.â She snaps and the others take their casseroles and gifts and begin flooding towards your front door. Shiela and John walk behind them, herding them all into a straight line.Â
You let go of Logan immediately, glaring at the door of your home. Shiela holds a key in her hand, unlocking it and letting everyone inside. You scoff and shake your head in disbelief. âWhat the actual fuck?â You hiss.Â
Logan just shakes his head. âFucking bizarre, what the hell is wrong with these people?â He starts back towards the truck and you follow him. âI almost prefer the welcoming committee at the manor.â
You roll your eyes, âI was your welcoming committee,â you grouse.Â
He shrugs, âI know.â You swat lightly at his shoulder and relatch the trailerâs lock. You linger by the mailbox as Logan pulls the truck into the driveway. Heâs getting out just as the others finally leave your house.Â
Shiela walks back towards you and you gesture towards the keyring in her hand. âGot a key to my house?â You play it off as a joke but itâs incredibly disturbing to know she could walk in at any minute.Â
âOf course,â she smiles and shrugs it off like itâs the simplest thing in the world. âFor the safety of everyone here.â Her smile drops and she takes an imposing step towards you, âInspections are every Wednesday at noon.â Your jaw drops in astonishment and you choke on your words. She cackles loudly, face breaking out into a smile once more. âIâm just kidding, honey! God, your face, youâre too gullible, sweetheart.â
You force out a chuckle, smiling as much as you can force. âOf course, silly me,â you barely make it sound believable. This is going to be much harder than you thought.Â
âWell,â John comes up behind her, guiding her away from you. âWeâll get out of your hair now. Welcome, neighbors!â The others around them all call out a Welcome as they drift across your lawn and head back to their own homes.Â
Logan walks up to your side, the both of you keeping stilted smiles on your faces, waiting for them to just go away. But they pause at their doors, in almost perfect synchronization they turn and wave at you both. You back further into Loganâs chest and his grip on you tightens.Â
âWhat. The. Fuck.â They step through their homes at the same moment and you feel sick to your stomach. There is something seriously wrong here, youâre not sure you want to find out the truth of it.Â
You leave Logan to unload the trailer while you unpack the boxes. Youâre forced to do it all by hand while the front door is open. You canât risk someone stopping by for a visit and seeing you float the couch through the middle of the living room. Youâre stumped on how to set up the surveillance equipment. Shiela doesnât seem like the type to understand boundaries when it comes to popping by for a visit.Â
Youâre just going to have to keep most of it upstairs and set up some cameras on the porch. You donât doubt that sheâll abuse that key of hers as she sees fit. You canât imagine how anyone could stand living in this neighborhood. Having no privacy seems like a nightmare. Especially when the commander of the HOA is John and Shiela. They seem like the type to fine you over a rosebush.Â
Logan grunts, dragging in the couch. He pushes it through the doorway and kicks the door closed behind him. The second itâs closed he drops the act and picks the couch up with one hand. âWhere do you want it?âÂ
You point towards the back wall of the living room and he drops it with a small groan. âWeâre going to need to put cameras out on the porch,â you inform him, still digging through the box. He walks behind you, heading for the fridge and digging around in it.Â
âFuck,â he mutters. You look up, watching as he tosses aside casserole after casserole. âThey didnât bring any beer?â
You laugh a little and get up, heading towards the cooler youâd packed. âThey donât seem the type.â You lean over, digging around through the melted ice until your fingers brush against cool glass. You straighten up, sending him a coquettish smile. âWant a beer after all that hard work, darling?â You taunt, playing the perfect housewife.Â
He scoffs and holds his hand out, snatching it from the air as you toss it at him. He pulls the cap off with his teeth, spitting it out into the sink. âAnd a sandwich while youâre at it,â he demands roughly.Â
If you werenât a connoisseur of dry humor, you wouldnât have recognized the joke for what it was. Still, youâre almost too shocked he even bothered to play along with you to laugh. Almost, you canât help the slight chuckle that slips out. Â
He throws himself on the couch, taking a deep swig from the bottle, and the moment feels remarkably domestic. You suppose that it should. That is the whole reason youâre here after all. But you hadnât expected even a singular pleasant moment with Logan.Â
This, playful banter and a shared joke, thatâs all you could ever want from him. You would settle for this if it was all he was willing to give you. But he canât even grant you that. This is one outlier in a long list of rude remarks and dismissive behavior. You canât let yourself be so easily swayed.Â
âI might try and get some cameras on the other houses,â Logan remarks from the couch. He kicks his feet on the coffee table and you click your tongue at him, motioning towards his shoes. With an aggrieved sigh, he undoes the laces of his boots and kicks them off. You glare at the dirt that flings across the carpet but a quick wave of your hand makes it disappear.Â
âDonât bother with the cameras. Theyâve all got security.â You turn away from the box youâre unpacking with a pensive frown. âTheyâre all covered by the same company, too. All of them. Isnât that weird?â
He scoffs and shrugs. âAnywhere else, yeah. But Iâm pretty sure they piss at the same time here.â Your nose wrinkles at his crude words and you roll your eyes.Â
âTake this seriously.â
He huffs out a laugh, âI am. Didnât you see them earlier? They only breathe because Shiela lets them.â You take a seat at the kitchen table, uncomfortable attempting to take a spot on the couch. He sighs when he sees the expression on your face, finally dropping the dismissive attitude. âIâll just be smart about how I set up our cameras, alright?â
You just nod, reaching for the box of your essentials on the table. Itâs strange to be sitting beside him, talking to him. Youâve never gotten more than two words out of him. This is so far out of your normal comfort zone that you feel like youâre crawling out of your skin trying to escape.Â
âIâm going to go to bed,â you announce awkwardly, shooting up from your seat at the table.Â
The beer pauses halfway to his lips and he gives you an odd look. âOkay?â He responds slowly, not sure why youâre telling him this. You open your mouth, and almost tell him to have a good night, but change your mind at the last second.Â
You move towards the bedroom near the front door, âFlux,â you turn slightly and he shakes his head. âTake the one upstairs.â
Your brows furrow, âWhy?â You demand, an attitude edging its way into your voice.Â
âSo if Shiela busts down our door I can protect us,â you know heâs teasing, but the sentiment is nice. âAnd so I donât have to set up the surveillance shit upstairs,â your face drops and you roll your eyes. There it is.Â
âDick,â you mutter, storming towards the stairs, your boxes hovering along behind you. His laughter follows you up the stairs, even when you slam the door shut. Although, when you take in the room, you canât find it in yourself to complain for a second about it.Â
While Logan is screwed with the teeny guest room downstairs, you get the largest bedroom youâve ever been in all to yourself. The closet could practically be another bedroom. The bath is more like a jacuzzi than it is a tub.
A four-poster bed sits against the wall, the fluffiest comforter ever becoming you forth like a siren. Thereâs even a table in the middle of the room, with a chair, perfect for setting up as your desk.Â
You scoff in astonishment, âOh, I could get used to this.â You place your boxes on the table and start pulling out your clothes. You toss yourself on the bed, bouncing against the sheets, and throw pillows go flying everywhere. You flick your wrist, all your essentials flying out of the boxes and sorting themselves out.Â
After a luxurious soak in the tub, youâre spread out along the bed, the limited information from Charles's file spread out before you. There are only a few blurry pictures of the neighborhood and a typed-up page of everything heâs heard about Sotrybrook. Thereâs nothing even remotely useful here.Â
You sigh, tossing the file to the floor and looking out the large window of your room. Youâve got a camera placed on the sill, programmed to take a picture anytime thereâs movement. You doubt youâre going to get much from that. The secrets of this place seem to be buried deep. Youâre gonna have to get real friendly with your neighbors if you want to get out of here fast.Â
Logan is on the computer, trying to sync all of the cameras up. You clean up the dishes from breakfast and tidy up the kitchen. Youâre trying to decide how you should start investigating when thereâs a dainty knock on the door.Â
Your brows furrow and you peer around the cupboards to look at the door. Loganâs head lifts and he shares an odd look with you. He gets up from the couch and glances through the peephole.Â
You drop the towel on the counter and frown as his shoulders slump forward. Something pinched appears on his face and he sighs. âWhat?â You hiss at him.
He turns and glares at you, âYouâll see.â You shake your head in confusion as he throws the door open.Â
His attitude makes a lot more sense when you hear a very happy, âHowdy!â Shiela stands in your doorframe, three women hovering behind her. At least they look awake, unlike the people from last night. A redhead with the most gorgeous waves youâve ever seen holds beach towels in her arms. A brunette with flawless brown skin carries a jug of lemonade. And a woman with black hair and a perfect figure is carrying a plate of cookies.Â
All of these women are wearing bathing suits that look like theyâve been snatched out of a fashion magazine from the sixties. Each of them is gorgeous, alarmingly so. Theyâre beautiful to the point of being flawless. As you walk out of the kitchen and take a step closer, Shiela welcomes herself into your home.Â
You donât even think you see pores on their faces. Each of them offers you the same practiced smile that you force yourself to return. âHow are you settling in?â Shiela demands, not asks.Â
âUm,â you look to Logan for help but heâs just as perplexed as you are. âJust fine, Shiela, thanks. What are you all doing?â
The redhead rolls her eyes playfully, âTanning, sweetheart.â She glances at Logan expectantly and he grabs his duffel from by the couch.Â
âI think thatâs my cue,â he falls easily into the role of a playful husband. But you donât need him to play along right now. You need him to stay where the fuck he is so youâre not alone with the barbies.Â
âHa ha, donât go,â you whisper, trying to grab at his sleeve. âLogan,â you hiss, making sure the others canât hear you as they look around your home. âDonât do this.â
He dips his head down, and for one stupid moment, you think he might kiss you. âGood luck,â he whispers in your ear, backing off with a smug smirk and letting himself out of the house.Â
Oh, youâre going to fucking kill him.Â
âFinally,â the brunette breathes out a relieved breath, âI thought heâd never leave.â
Shiela chuckles, âYouâre lucky honey. It took us a long while to have ours so well trained.â She motions to the other girls, âThis is Madge,â the redhead smiles and gives a cute wave. She introduces the rest quickly and you file the information away for later when youâre writing your report.Â
Madge- husband is the vendor consultant for the HOA.Â
Sierra - brunette - husband is secretary of the HOA.Â
Kimiko - black hair - no husband.Â
Your brows furrow in confusion as Kimiko nods in greeting. You return it, suspicions running thick in your blood. Itâs odd, that their husbands are in charge of the HOA, you figured they would be. Beyond that, the emphasis they put on it is astonishing. You really didnât think the HOA was so important but itâs practically the government here. And the women only seem to hold importance if their husbands do. Shiela is essentially their leader, sheâs the one you need to impress.
This whole thing seems incredibly backward and like a blast from the past. The way they style their hair, do their makeup, dress- it's all fashioned after the fifties and sixties. You feel incredibly out of place in your worn-down pajamas and frizzy braids.Â
âWeâre not really tanning,â Madge tells you. âThis is just a way for us ladies to get to know the new kid in the neighborhood and tell you everything you need to know,â she leans in, smiling like sheâs sharing a conspiratorial secret with you.Â
âDonât let Madge scare you,â Sierra shoots her a glare. âItâs not that big of a deal, itâs just a way for us to escape our husbands for an hour.â
âWell,â you chuckle awkwardly, crossing your arms over your chest as you grow uncomfortable under their tense stares. It feels like their eyes are peeling back your skin, exposing everything underneath as they judge every nook and cranny of your soul. âI havenât reached that stage yet.â
Shielaâs smile loses some of its humor and she scoffs. âYou will,â she assures you, acrid bitterness coating her words. âGive it a few years,â she gives you a bitchy and all-knowing smirk. Your hackles raise, the urge to defend your sham of a marriage rising quickly in you. You bite your tongue, swallowing down your smart retort before you say something you regret.Â
Youâre not even married to Logan, but you donât like her butting her nose so far into your business. âSadly, I donât have a bathing suit.â
âOh,â Kimiko gives you a blank smile, âWe brought you one.â Madge moves the towels aside to reveal a two-piece that matches their own. In your size.Â
Your cheeks ache with a forced smile as you take the bathing suit from them. âWeâll just set up out back,â Shiela lets you know. She turns to the others with a beaming smile, âCome on ladies.â They follow after her like ducklings, and when you look down you see each of their steps are in sync.Â
You wait until the back door closes to rush to the front. You throw the door open and Logan jumps from where heâs drilling the camera into the side of the house. âIâm gonna fucking kill you,â you warn.
He chuckles and smirks, âDonât keep âem waiting too long, sweetheart,â he mocks and you slam the door closed with a loud scoff. He was enjoying your suffering far too much, but you shouldnât be surprised. Youâre sure heâs just been waiting for a moment like this.Â
You change into the bathing suit and take a deep calming breath. You can do this. You can play pretend for a few hours.Â
You wished youâd known being an actor was a part of the job description before you joined the X-Men.
You lay on your stomach along the soft beach towel that Madge brought. The sun isnât too hot on you, but you also bent the tree behind you to provide a bit more shade when the others werenât looking. So far, youâve collected nothing but mindless gossip.Â
Sam never takes in his trash cans on time. Alicia has been getting a little too cozy with the gardener. Some couple you didnât pay attention to is expecting a kid. Youâre struggling to pay attention to all the mindless drivel.Â
Usually, you wouldnât mind a little gossip, but none of this feels real. Their words are hollow, smiles empty. Everything they say sounds like theyâre reading it from a script. The only person you actually believe cares about any of this bullshit is Shiela. The rest of them seem to just play along, not meaning a word they say.Â
Youâre gaining nothing useful from this. Thereâs no information youâve gotten during this conversation that could remotely help you. All you want to do is go out front and strangle Logan for abandoning you.Â
The only good thing about all this is the lemonade and cookies. Which, you admit, you may have indulged yourself a little too much. But at this point, youâre just eating to stay awake. You reach for another cookie and Shiela lets out a dainty huff.Â
âI wish I could eat like you,â she laughs and you prepare yourself for the most backhanded insult youâve ever heard. âBut I have to be so careful about watching my figure. Wouldnât want to lose my waist,â she titters and the other women giggle.Â
You toss the cookie back on the plate, rolling your eyes. It feels like youâre right back in high school. You love this, this is great. At this point, youâre just trying to stop yourself from tossing them all out.Â
The backdoor slides open and Logan peeks his head out. The women wave and Shiela calls out a sultry, âHey, Lo.â
Your jaw drops and you canât help but scoff as you tilt your head to give her an astonished stare. This woman has absolutely zero shame. Sheâs not even hiding the way sheâs ogling him. Sheâs literally biting her lip.Â
You clench your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. There it is, the end of your rope. âSweetheart, you gonna be done soon?â Logan calls out and you canât help but smile at the immense satisfaction you feel when Shielaâs face falls. You shouldnât take so much joy in Logan ignoring her, you know thatâs just how he is. But she doesnât.Â
âI think so, hon.â You sit up on your knees, clapping your hands and pretending to be upset. âSorry, girls, I think Iâm needed back in the house.â You get to your feet and pick your towel up. As you do, you flick your fingers, and the lemonade tumbles over, spilling all over Shielaâs pristine white bathing suit.Â
She jumps up with a shrill scream, shaking her arms off at the ice-cold liquid and desperately trying to wipe off her bathing suit. Madge and Sierra flock to her and you roll your eyes at how dramatic sheâs being.Â
Out of the side of your eye, you see someone watching you. You turn slightly, startling when you see the intense glare Kimikoâs sporting. Itâs the first genuine emotion youâve seen from her, but even this seems cold. Her dark eyes are bottomless pits of frigid rage. You find that you canât look away from her, swaying slightly as her eyes beckon you forward.Â
You need to go to her, speak with her, be with her. You need-
Your mind falls short of what you need. But you know Kimko will give it to you. Sierra and Madge both straighten up, both blank-faced as you take a step forward.Â
Logan hollers your name again and you jump, shaking your head and breaking whatever trance youâd fallen in. When you look back, all three of them are still fussing over Shiela. You glance to Logan, to see if he saw what had happened.Â
His brows are furrowed, face pinched in concern as he looks at you. You think you might have just found Charlesâ interference.Â
âI think we should look into Kimiko,â you scroll through the list of residents youâd managed to hack into. Youâve been on the computer for hours, trying to find any information bout her at all. Even when you ran a background check, nothing came up. If that doesnât scream mutant, you donât know what does.Â
Logan walks over to the table with a steaming pan in his hand. You tug your computer glasses off and slide the laptop to the side. He pours some pasta onto your plate and hands you a glass of water. âThank you,â he gives you a tense almost-smile and nods.Â
âFigure out where she lives?â He asks, bringing his own plate to the table. You shake your head and rub your temples, trying to fend off the headache you can already feel forming. You should have taken a break from the research. You canât stand staring at screens for as long as you did.Â
âSheâs not even a registered resident.â
âWell,â he sighs and shrugs, âat least we know this wasnât a waste of time.â You nod in acquiesce and take a bite of your food. Your eyes widen in shock and he laughs at the look on your face. âDidnât think I could cook?â
You shake your head and smile. âI took you as the type to pour beer in your cereal. But this is,â you stumble over your word. Youâre afraid of being too nice to him. Youâve reached a sort of impasse, where youâre not openly hostile, but youâre not exactly friendly. You feel like if you do too much, too fast, heâs gonna be closed off again. âItâs really good.â
He purses his lips and nods, dragging his fork along the porcelain plate. The noise grates on you and only further aggravates the growing headache but you donât snap at him. You swallow down the frustration and just shovel more pasta into your mouth.Â
âThis, uh,â Logan takes in a deep breath and lets all out in one gravely exhale. You give him an expectant look and he shrugs. âIt hasnât been as bad as I thought.â He tells you flippantly.Â
You narrow your eyes at him, âIs that supposed to be a compliment?â You demand with a firm tone, placing your fork down and leaning back in your chair.Â
He lets out an annoyed sigh, âIt was just an observation.â
You scoff and roll your eyes. Heâs fucking ridiculous. âYou know, maybe if you ever tried to get to know me, you wouldnât have had such a horrible opinion about me.â You try and eat more but the food just tastes like ash in your mouth. You grow antsy, not wanting to sit near him anymore.Â
Youâre surprised that heâs the one who fucked up the peace. You really thought it would be you. But something about what he said is rubbing you the wrong way. Of course, it hasnât been bad, youâre not a bad person. He just decided he hated you one day and heâs so goddamned stubborn he never considered anything else being the truth.Â
âI didnât mean anything by it,â he defends, watching with a confused expression as you get up and drop your plate loudly in the sink.Â
âYou know,â you ignore his weak defense, leaning on the sink. You grip the rim of it tightly, sucking in a deep breath to try and keep yourself calm. âYou didnât even know my fucking name,â you mutter under your breath, shaking your head to yourself. Why are you even bothering with him? Youâll never win and you donât even know if you want him to change his opinion about you.Â
Heâs been a dick for so long that youâre not sure youâre even interested in being friends, let alone anything beyond that.Â
âWell,â he takes an angered tone as you continue to deflect his attempts at restoring the peace. âItâs not like you told me. You just go by your X-Men name, how was I supposed to know better?â
âBy fucking asking!â You shout, whirling around on him, nearly ramming into his chest. You hadnât realized how close heâd gotten while youâd had your back to him. âIf you had, ever, at any fucking point tried to get to know me, you wouldnât be so surprised that Iâm nice. Iâm a nice person to be around, Logan. And for some reason I tried to change myself, to make you happy. And it never even worked!â You scoff, a hysterical laugh bubbling up in your throat that you quickly swallow down. You shove past him, escaping the corner heâs backed you into. âYour head is so far up your ass that you didnât even try to know me before you decided you hated me.â
âWhat?â He scoffs and glares at you. âI donât fucking hate you. When have I ever said that? And I never wanted you to change.â He keeps focusing on the wrong things. How he feels about you doesnât matter, itâs how he treated you.Â
âNever, youâve never said that because youâve never said more than two words to me. This,â you motion between the two of you, âis the longest conversation weâve ever had.â A sudden exhaustion settles over you, it weighs heavy on your bones and drapes across you like a blanket.Â
You donât have the energy for this. For him. You donât want to keep defending yourself to someone who couldnât care less. Thereâs no winning with him. He will never listen to you, heâll just offer half-assed excuses that he thinks absolve him of how horribly heâs treated you.Â
He calls your name as you slump into the dining room chair. Your real name, not your X-Men name. âI never hated you,â he tells you, voice soft, but the conviction is strong.Â
You stand up, unable to make eye contact with him. âGoodnight, Logan.â You walk up the stairs quietly, never once looking at him. You canât stand to face him. As much as youâve tried to bury how you feel about him, itâs still there.Â
Being with him like this, having his ring on your finger, itâs a stab in the gut over and over and over. Someoneâs taken your most ridiculous and romantic fantasies and turned them into a waking nightmare. You wake up to him every day, eat at the same table, share the same house, and you two couldnât be further apart.Â
You have to keep up appearances, Logan is sure thatâs the only reason youâve joined him this morning. Heâs working on the truck while you kneel on a foam pad, planting a rose bush by the mailbox. But the way youâre stabbing the shovel into the ground it looks more like murder than it does gardening. You slam the little trowel into the dirt, lips pulled back like a wild animal as dirt flies up around your hair.Â
Logan turns back to the truck, letting out a low whistle under his breath. Besides the insane display of shrubbery abuse, you blend into the neighborhood better than he ever could. You fit that perfect suburban aesthetic, sun hat, cat-eye sunglasses, and a pretty dress.Â
Youâre good at blending in, better than he ever was. Heâs heard you joking about it before. Telling Jean your hidden mutant ability is learning to be a chameleon, fitting yourself wherever you are. He thinks itâs a cute idea, and not too far from the truth.Â
He only wishes he were a little more like that. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his wifebeater, fraying jeans, and general countenance of misery. He canât force a smile when John walks by with a shitty joke. Heâs not like you. You stomach all of the womenâs vapid nonsense with a smile and manage to seem so unaffected by it all.Â
The only time heâs seen you break was last night. And that, of course, had been his fault. He wishes he was better with his words. Heâs always been an action man, but clearly, heâs fucked that up with you too. He really did mean it as a compliment.Â
Heâs just incapable of talking without his foot in his mouth when it comes to you. Itâs why he tends to just avoid you and stay quiet. He knows heâll mess up with you eventually. In the rare chance you ever actually give him a second look, heâd be a shitty boyfriend. And even if you were just friends, heâd still fuck up somehow. He always does.Â
Heâs learned itâs better to just keep a distance between himself and others. Especially you. Heâs always just wanted to keep you away from his bullshit. The haunted past he still knows so little about, all the mental baggage he carries, he never wanted to burden you with it. Even though it seems like he still managed to screw up somehow.Â
Even when heâs trying to be good heâs still the bad guy.Â
You let out a heavy sigh and his gaze drifts back towards you. The way it always seems to do. Youâre his sun, bright, beaming, a golden beacon of hope. But heâs always just too far, eclipsing the light you might bring him with his own stupidity.Â
You toss the trowel to the ground and stand up. You frown, brushing off all the dirt youâre absolutely caked in. When he peers around you and glances at the spot where the rose bush is supposed to be all he sees is a crater of earth and ripped up grass. He figures it's better not to mention it.Â
You walk over to him, the same scowl youâve had for the past few days ever-present on your face. âIâm going to take a shower,â you look at him expectantly and he shrugs. You let out a loud sigh and he canât possibly imagine how heâs messed up now. âYou need one too, the barbecues in an hour.â
Heâd forgotten about the fucking barbecue. Some annual thing Shiela and John threw that the whole neighborhood went to. âIt doesnât take me an hour to get ready,â he tells you, intending a little bit of playfulness.Â
Instead, you just let out an exasperated breath and storm back into the house. How did he keep fucking up with you so badly?
Heâs gotten a taste of your personality, your company. Heâs tried for so long to avoid getting to know you. He knows that if he truly did, heâd never get over you. He was right. Just one taste of you and he wants more, he wants to consume everything about you that he can. Heâs screwed up in so many ways but he canât just go back to normal after this and act like strangers.Â
You smooth the wrinkles out of your cotton dress and let out a low breath. âYou need another minute?â Logan grumps from beside you, his stare boring into the door. He didnât want to come to this. Frankly, neither did you, but he needs to suck it up and be a big boy. You two are here for a purpose greater than yourselves.Â
Maybe if you repeat that enough times youâll start to believe it.Â
Kimiko was everywhere that Shiela was. She was her shadow, her loyalist servant. And the only person in this neighborhood whoâs shown a sliver of consciousness. You donât know where she lives, or if she even owns a house here. But you do know sheâll be at this barbecue tonight.Â
The only reason youâre bothering to bring Logan along is because you need him to distract Shiela. She drools every time she sees him, practically licking her maw at the sight of him in a tight t-shirt. You canât really blame her, but sheâs a married woman and heâs technically a married man. The lack of shame and compassion is genuinely astonishing to you.Â
âNo. Letâs just get this over with.â He needs no further prompting as he knocks heavily on the door. Each pound of his fist sounds like a bell tolling your doom. The intense feeling of nausea and eyes on the back of your head has developed and grown increasingly worse the longer youâre here.Â
You feel like someoneâs pressing against your mind, wiggling their fingers in and squeezing until mush slips through their knuckles. You keep a tight grip on Logan so you donât tip over. Playing it off as the love-sick newlyweds youâre meant to be.Â
Even though the feeling of his skin against yours makes you angrier than you can even begin to fathom. Youâve held onto built-up resentment and anger ever since your little tiff. Youâve heard that tumultuous times are common in the beginnings of marriages. Luckily, youâre getting a divorce the second this fucking mission is over.Â
You resent Charles for ever sending you here. Any minuscule hopes youâve had of finally building a relationship with Logan have been dashed across your front yard. Thereâs no hope for him. Heâll never change, and how he treats you will never change.Â
The door swings open and the music from the backyard drifts through to the front. Shiela smiles widely, greeting you both with a drawn-out Hi! She reaches forward and grabs Logan, tugging him away from you and dragging him into a hug.Â
You stumble forward as your support is ripped out from under you. She briefly glances over his shoulder at you and you offer her a sardonic smile. Every bit of you wants to dig your nails into her and rip until chunks of her start flying off. The post beside you warps slightly, bending like itâs melting.Â
You dig your nails into your palm, swallowing down your anger, and force the post upright once more. Logan grabs Shiela by the waist, practically yanking her off of him. He steps back towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist.Â
You canât help the smug smile that lifts your lips as you face her. You almost want to rub her face in it. He chose you and he canât stand you, that says a lot about how he feels about her. You stop yourself, though, itâd be beyond idiotic to let that be the reason your cover is blown.Â
âThanks for inviting us,â you tell Shiela, playing oblivious instead of walking into her trap. You pass her the casserole you half-assed and baked in her dish. âWeâre so excited to finally have a home to call our own, and with such wonderful neighbors,â you gasp dreamily. âOh, itâs just a dream come true.â
Shiela runs a manicured nail along the side of her lip, looking wholly unimpressed. âMhm,â she hums, âIâm sure.â You share a look with Logan, both of you caught off guard by her sudden dip in personality. Her face is blank, devoid of the usual overwrought happiness and charm. Itâs like somethingâs taken control and drained the life from her.Â
Either Kimikoâs here and youâre right about her, or, Shiela is just a depressed housewife who canât always control when she smiles. Youâre hoping itâs Kimiko and you can just end this once and for all.Â
âAlright,â sheâs back in a second like nothing ever happened. The boom of her voice echoing through the foyer makes you jump. âLetâs get you two outside. And thank you so much for this,â she gestures to the casserole. âYouâre just such a sweet little thing arenât you?â
Everything she says to you feels just a tad patronizing. Sheâs incapable of complimenting you without minimizing you in some way. You dismiss it, shaking off the funk she always seems to put you in.Â
Shiela leads you to the backdoor of her porch where the rest of the neighborhood is. She certainly got the best square footage, thatâs for sure. She doesnât just have the biggest house, sheâs also got the biggest yard youâve ever stepped foot on.Â
People are milling about, Johnâs flipping hamburgers on the grill, and children are playing happily with one another. It feels like an advert for the Fourth of July.
You scan the yard for the only person youâre looking for. You spot her, pushed back towards the shadow of Shielaâs oak tree. Shiela follows your gaze with a frown and scoffs. âI know, hideous isnât it?â
You jump, startled out of your stupor. âSorry?â
She points towards the tree. âI wanted to get rid of it, but apparently itâs historic,â she throws up air quotes, inflecting her voice lazily, âor something stupid.â
âOh, right,â you nod dismissively and she shrugs, hands slapping against her thighs as she nods to her yard.Â
âWell, go on, socialize, make yourself at home yâall.â She walks back into the house and you glance back at the yard.Â
âShit,â you hiss, âKimikoâs gone.â You move away from Logan and take a step down the stairs, he begins to follow you but you stop him with a firm hand to his chest. He frowns down at you and you nod towards Shiela. âI need you playing interception. Those two are attached at the hip. The only thing thatâs going to distract her is the hunk of meat sheâs been drooling over.âÂ
Logan frowns and takes a step back. He sets his face and crosses his arms and you sigh, knowing exactly what heâs about to say. âNo.â He tells you firmly, not even bothering to hear you out.Â
âWell,â you shrug. âToo bad, I need you to do this or weâre never getting out of here.â
He mocks your shrug and nods, âAlright. Fine.â He leans into your space and you feel like youâre being scolded, âIâm not leaving you on your own, okay? And Iâm not letting you go after Kimiko alone.â
âIâm not going after her,â you glance around, making sure no one is listening to you talk about their neighbor like sheâs on a hit list. âI just need one interrupted conversation with her. Just one,â youâre practically pleading with him at this point.Â
You feel pathetic. Youâre a grown woman and an X-Men. You shouldnât have to be bartering with Logan. He should just have some faith in your abilities to not only protect yourself but conduct yourself appropriately on a mission.Â
His face screws up in irritation and you know heâs about to really cause a scene. Heâll start arguing with you, and blow your spot up just to get you out of here. You give him a placating smile, a real one because heâs somehow learned to tell the difference. âLogan, itâs only for an hour. Iâm sure you can fend Shiela off,â you joke to try and lighten the mood.
He sucks in a deep breath and you know youâve got him when his shoulders sink in defeat. âFine. Iâm only agreeing to this because youâre practically a chameleon with this shit,â he gestures vaguely to the barbecue and your face pinches with confusion.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI heard you talking about it with Jean one day. How youâre a chameleon when it comes to blending in with people.â
âWell, that wasnât exactly a brag. Itâs a method of survival, a way to make people like me. It gives me a fighting chance when they find out Iâm a mutant.â God, why are you even talking about this? Why had he even been listening to your conversation with Jean?
He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but you donât have time for that. âLook, Logan, just go find Shiela.â You walk away from him before he can drudge up more uncomfortable memories of high school.Â
You manage to slip through the party relatively unnoticed. You didnât see where Kimiko had disappeared to. Youâre hoping there might be some sort of hint left where she had been. You rush towards the oak tree, using it as a way to scan the party for her again. From here you canât see anything except the kitchen. Â
Youâve got a perfect view of Logan trudging towards Shiela. You canât help but laugh when she wraps her hand around his bicep, eagerly telling him something. You smile and shake your head, the audacity of this woman is amazing.Â
Something catches your eye, right by your foot. Glancing down you see something silver glinting through the grass. Frowning, you kneel and scoop it up. Itâs an oblong device, small, and fits in the palm of your hand. Itâs curved oddly, and the lights on it start flashing bright red as you hold it.
âWhat the hell?â You flip it over, a warped mirrored reflection on the back of it. You just barely spot Kimikoâs twisted face in the reflection before the world goes black.Â
You groan, slowly blinking the fog of a forced sleep out of your eyes. You reach to swipe at your face, but something is holding your wrists down. You jerk your arms a few times, struggling against whatever restraints are wrapped around you. When nothing happens, you instead focus on the feeling of it against your wrist, trying to get it to dissolve.Â
âDonât bother,â a cool voice calls out from the shadows. Thereâs one bright light shining down on you, like the type you might see above an operating table. The entire room feels sterile. And itâs cold, you can barely feel the tips of your toes or fingers.Â
âWhatâd you do?â You demand, trying to sound intimidating but your words come out as a slur. The back of your head radiates pain and it takes everything in you just to keep your eyes open.Â
âI developed a gas,â the voice circles the room, echoing across the curved walls. You hear footsteps but you canât tell where theyâre coming from. âIt halts the neurons in a mutantâs brain that fire when they use their abilities. Temporary, but quite handy when Iâm dealing with a mentalist like you.â
Kimiko steps out of the shadows like a bad comic book villain. Her face is blank, no expression on it, somehow, itâs the realest sheâs ever looked before. Here, you can see her humanity. Pores across her nose, frizz and oil along her hair, her nose just a little bit crooked. Whatever sheâd been doing to herself has been wiped away. And the human woman lurking beneath is finally revealed.Â
âThere you are,â you mutter, your speech slowly coming back to you. âI knew that plastic face wasnât real.â
âEverything was going just fine until you and Wolverine got here,â she gives you a sharp look, âFlux.â
You sarcastically gasp, âWow, you know my X-Men name. Itâs not like I havenât been interviewed before. Whatâs the plan here, Kimiko? Where are the others?â
Her brows pinch, âOthers?â
âThe mutants youâre trafficking.â
âOh,â she laughs and itâs so jarring you nearly jump. âIs that what people think?â Hesitantly, you nod, but youâre beginning to feel like you might have gotten something very wrong. âNo, thatâs not what weâre doing here.â
âWe?â
âShiela and I. We have much simpler plans, much more peaceful. You see, Shielaâs the only person to ever stand beside me after she found out I was a mutant. She gave me a home, a friend, and a sense of belonging.â Thereâs something devout in her words, like a humble follower kneeling at the feet of their god. âEverything I have, everything I am, I owe to her.â
Youâve seen Shielaâs manipulation firsthand. You have no doubt that sheâs never actually done anything for Kimiko. Sheâs just made her think she had and instilled in her this sense of owing her something.Â
Then again, Kimikoâs getting this look on her face. Sheâs like a rabid dog staring down the barrel of their ownerâs shotgun. Perhaps she hadnât needed much prompting to develop such an unhealthy attachment. âShielaâs parents never loved her the way they should have. They never gave her the perfect life she deserved. So I created one for her.â
She rolls a tray of surgical tools over and a sense of panic finally starts to rouse within you. Yet, for the first time in years, your powers arenât here to help you. You have nothing to rely on but yourself. But youâve been trained so intensively in using your abilities as a protector rather than an inhibitor that youâre practically useless without them.Â
âAll these people,â you rush the words out as she picks up a syringe. You donât know what the yellow liquid inside is, but from the look on her face, you donât want to. âYouâre controlling them?â
Kimiko nods and youâd be staggering if you werenât strapped down. Not even Charles could control this many people at once. Not without Cerebro. âKimiko, thatâs,â you gasp, flinching away as she brings the needle towards your arms. âItâs incredible!â Your quick rise in volume makes her jolt and the syringe tumbles out of her hands.Â
She grumbles to herself, leaning over to pick it up. âDoes Shiela know?â She pauses at the mention of Shielaâs name, brushing her hair over her shoulder and glaring at you.Â
âYes. Of course she does, this is my greatest gift to her.â
âReally?â Your voice drips with contrived empathy. âThen Iâm sure sheâs done something incredible for you back.â You were hoping a simple manipulation tactic might work, that you could turn Kimiko against an ungrateful Shiela. But this type of obsession isnât one that canât be destabilized with a few jumbled words.Â
No, you only make her angrier. âBack? Back?â she practically screams, her voice raw and feral as she leaps into your face. You flinch as far back as you can as her face hovers over yours, screaming right at you. âI owe her everything! I should thank her for letting me breathe the same air as hers!â
Your jaw drops, a silent scream tripping out of your mouth as you gasp for air. Something squeezes against your brain, the pulsing from before returns with a vengeance. You can feel your mind pulsing and swelling, pushing against your skull.Â
âDonât fucking say her name again,â Kimiko glares down at you, her eyes devoid of any remorse or compassion as she makes your brain swell until blood leaks down your ears. Whatever plan she had before has been abandoned, sheâs going to just kill you now.Â
Youâre going to die in her basement, no one will ever see you again. Your eyes throb and you feel your brain push to its fullest limits. The pressure builds, builds, and builds until it explodes.Â
âThen you just pour a little sugar in.â Logan watches as Shiela tips nearly an entire bag of cane sugar into her jug of sweet tea. His stomach shrivels at the sight and he fights down bile. A little bit of sugar drops over the edge. She catches it on her finger and looks over her shoulder, licking the sugar off and practically deepthroating her own finger. All while maintaining a disturbing amount of eye contact with Logan.Â
âWell,â he knows that he promised you a while with Kimiko, but he canât handle much more of this. âThank you so much for this,â he struggles with the word, landing weakly on, âlesson.â Heâs not even sure what the point of watching her prepare all this food was.Â
Heâs pretty sure she just wanted him to see her leave a rim of red lipstick at the bottom of her finger as many times as possible. The entire time heâs just wanted to go back to you. Thereâs a nasty feeling gnawing at him and he knows he needs to get back to you soon.Â
âOh,â she seems genuinely disappointed and Logan sighs awkwardly. âLeaving already, huh?â
He points to his ring pointedly reminding her of the reality of their situation. âGotta get back to the wife.â
She doesnât even try to hide her sneer as he mentions you. âOf course, just the perfect husband arenât you?â
Logan doesnât dignify that with a response, too distracted by whatâs happening outside the window. People have begun to wander around aimlessly, some of them stumbling into the fencing. They just keep walking forward, knocking into the wood repeatedly, not once stopping. Johnâs got a stuck smile on his face as he leans against the grill, Logan can see smoke rising from where the flesh of his palm is melting onto the metal. A few people all run into each other, collapsing on the ground and just lying there.Â
Theyâre like robots, suddenly without command and unsure what to do. Theyâre following their programming without anyone putting a stop to it. Shiela follows his gaze and gasps. âExcuse me,â she mutters, practically running out of the room.Â
Logan tries to find you amongst all the mess but youâre nowhere to be seen. âFuck,â he growls out, looking back to where Shiela had run. He should have fucking known not to leave you on your own.Â
He stalks after Shiela, listening to her racing heart and the slam of a downstairs door. He follows her down the steps leading to her basement. It looks the same as every other one heâs ever been in. Except, for the metal door hidden behind a few shelving units. The only reason he spots it is because Shiela knocked over a can of paint in her rush toward it.Â
Anger brews hot and putrid in his gut. The claws come out unbidden, and the thought of you being locked away in that room pushes him forward. If youâre not in there, heâll get an answer from Shiela one way or another. But heâs not going to let you get hurt because he didnât have your back.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â A shrill voice interrupts. Your head sinks back against the cool material of the table, brain surging back into place. Your teeth ache, white-hot pain rushing through your bones as Kimiko finally releases her grasp on you.Â
Kimiko gives Shiela the look of a dog who just got in trouble. âShe found my amplifying device. I have to get rid of her.â She holds the device you found earlier out to Shiela.Â
So, she wasnât as powerful as she pretended. She did need help. It explains why the entire neighborhood is always in the same area, she needs them close to keep control. âWhatever youâre doing is making my toys malfunction.â
Shiela hisses at Kimiko, she darts forward and slaps her hard across the back of the head. If you werenât in excruciating and paralyzing pain, youâd flinch at the sound. Being as if your brain was just about to explode, though, you could give less of a shit if she beats her rabid dog up.Â
These two crazy bitches deserve each other. You just want a Tylenol and a nap at this point. âWell, arenât you two twisted sisters?â Logan slips through the door, his claws glinting under the light of the room. âToys?â He demands, eyes roaming the room desperately.Â
The second he sees you, strapped down and with blood pouring from your orifices, something slips over his face. Itâs like a mask being ripped off. The man he pretends to be is ripped apart by the animal truly lurking within him. Neither women have time to even defend themselves. He goes for Kimiko first and all you see his claws plunging down before arterial blood sprays across your face.Â
You groan, tilting your chin the other way and spitting the metallic liquid out of your mouth. There are a long few minutes of screaming, clothes shredding, and blood splashing against every surface of the room. By the time heâs completely calmed down, youâre drenched in it.Â
You suck on your teeth, rolling your head limply and finally getting a good look at him. Heâs panting, standing over their mutilated corpses with blood dripping down his claws. Thereâs a wrath on his face youâre happy to have never been on the other end of. But the second he looks at you, you see nothing but stark relief.Â
He breathes out your name, your real one, and surges towards you. âClaws!â You shout, hurting your head again. But he was a second away from accidentally skewering you. Theyâre put away in an instant as he undoes the straps holding you down.Â
You groan in relief as the pressure around your head and limbs is released. He perches himself on the edge of the table and scoops you into his chest.
Youâre still loopy from Kimiko messing around in the grooves of your brain. The best you can manage is weakly draping your arms along his sides. He pulls you back and brushes the hair out of your face, laughing a little at the blood covering you. âThey do anything to you?â
You shrug, âBesides turn my brain into a pressure cooker? No.â
The smile drops from his face and he glares down at the remains of the women. If you werenât so tired, youâd think he wants to kill them again. âI should have been here.â
âLogan-â You want to tell him not to be ridiculous. You had insisted you could take care of yourself. Told him it would only be a conversation when you knew that was never going to be true. Youâd gotten yourself into this, you were lucky he was there to get you out. But you donât say anything because he interrupts you as he so often does.Â
âI canât keep acting like this is all okay. Like Iâm happy with how we treat each other. I thought I was going to lose you, Iâm not going to keep pretending I donât care about you.â
Your face screws up in confusion and youâre not sure you want to hear where heâs going with this. Youâve been used to this dynamic between the two of you for so long. Youâre used to him treating you like he can't stand to breathe the same air as you. If this is going where you think it is, youâre not sure you can handle it.Â
âLogan,â youâre regaining some feeling in your limbs now. You use the returning strength to push away from him, shaking your head in disbelief. âNo, you canât do this. You canât just change your-â
Heâs incapable of letting you finish a single sentence. His hands wrap around your cheeks tugging you forward until your lips are brushing together. Itâs enough of a shock to get you to stop talking. You donât reciprocate, too stunned to even think about moving.Â
He brushes his lips against yours again, firmer this time. Under the layers of blood coating you both, youâre wholly enveloped by him. His scent, his arms, everything about him drapes over you like a warm blanket. Against your better judgment, you find yourself returning the kiss.Â
You move further into his lap, one hand holding his face and the other clutching at his hair, needing something to hold to keep you steady in this moment. Logan smiles against your lips, deepening the kiss without wasting another beat. His tongue moves gently across yours at first. A curious caress to see how well you two fit together. He groans when he gets a taste of you, pushing further in and kissing you like he wants to devour you. Â
Thereâs warmth blooming in your stomach and spreading all along your body. Youâre buzzing with adrenaline and pain and this unidentifiable feeling that Logan is evoking from you. Itâs not the sweet mushy, romantic kiss you always imagined with him.Â
This is desperate. Like a dying manâs last attempt at redemption. Heâs tasting you like youâre rare, something to be savored. You feel like youâre the only thing left in existence. The only person left for him to admire. You forget the gore behind you, the tumultuous experiences youâve had with him.Â
You let yourself fall into the moment, a blind leap of faith into a pool of all your hopes and desires. Heâs better than you ever could have imagined. More desperate than your wildest fantasies. He makes no move to stop, even as the air becomes scarce and you both have to part longer. He just grips you tighter, hands wrapped around you like heâs worried if he lets go heâll lose you.Â
He could, he could lose you. This kiss of his is putting you into a trance, distracting you from all heâs trying to make up for. Perhaps if he stops kissing you, youâll remember it all and want nothing to do with him. But you donât see that happening, you just see yourself craving more and more for him., You feel the addiction forming already. A deep-seated need in your bones is finally being sated, it will always need more from him.Â
When you can no longer survive on the shared oxygen between you both, youâre forced to part. Your cheeks tingle from the stubble of his beard and you know your lips are pink and swollen because his are too. Youâre both still coated in blood and you share a familiar glean in your eyes.Â
âI never hated you,â he sounds breathless and you love that youâre the cause of it. âI just didnât want to lose you.â
You scoff, but there are no cruel intentions behind it. âSo you push me away before you ever get a chance to have me?â
He gives you a crooked smile, âI never said I was smart.â You canât help but laugh at that. Slowly, he helps you to your feet, ignoring the puddles of blood and bits. âWe'll have to call Charles. He needs to help the people out there.â
âWe also need to let him know thereâs no trafficking ring. Just one fucked psyche.â You shoot another glare at the pile that was Kimiko, still bitter about her experiment with your brain. As Logan helps you up the stairs of the basement, you stop him just before you reach the door.Â
He gives you a concerned look, like he thinks youâve hurt something somehow. âI want to talk to you. Really talk to you about everything.â Concern gives way to dread and you canât help but smile at the regretful look on his face. âBut first,â his head perks in interest at your tone, âmaybe we can finally enjoy that master bed together?â
âYou know,â he leans down, swiping his arms under your knees and lifting you. You gasp, through your arms around his neck and squeezing until you worry you might suffocate him. âYou really are the smart one of us, arenât you?â
âClearly.â
Youâre not sure how well this transition to married couple to tentatively something else is going to go. But you have hope and it's kept you going for all these years. What's wrong with letting it linger a little longer?
a/n: Guess who's back, back again? Hint, it's Flux. I missed writing for them, so I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. Although, I worry the ending was too cheesy.
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