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"We've been over this before," Stormchaser sighs.
"And yet, it doesn't bring me any closer to understanding." Tiger crosses his arms. "You, time and time again, are free and available and powerful enough to help stop Leone and Jack-o and the Doctor, but you don't. You avoid them like the plague. That's not what heroes are supposed to do!"
"Says you, Tiger. You and the rest of them are free to pick your battles and nurse your wounds, but there is, in fact, more to hero-ing than trading punches." She turns to leave, but Tiger grabs her arm.
"Stormchaser, please," he breathes, not wanting to keep her longer than necessary, but answers of this caliber are necessary. "You say that every time like it's some universal truth, but it never brings me any closer to getting it. Even when Jack-o forced that artificial earthquake, you finished your job and then disappeared. Didn't even stay to help defeat them." Tiger lets go of her arm with a heavy sigh. His eyes trace the ground, as if reading it for some unseen answer. "Why do you leave them alone? In the event our paths cross, you justâget in, get out. You could be so much more than that."
Stormchaser fixes her cuff, glazed eyes peering at it in thought. "Tiger... If I waste my time chasing villains instead of storms, the people inherently lose their crutch. My powers, while, yes, incredibly useful in a fight, NEED to be used in the way I do because not every battle has two conscious sides. You do incredible work, Tiger, and I envy you. But I can't get mixed up in that sort of thing. You and the others mess up easily repaired buildings like it's Tuesday, but the devastation I see if my weather powers aren't put to use... cannot be repaired."
Tiger's eyes had long since widened with a realization. So many things had gone unsaid every time the topic was brought up, due to one or more party's availabilityâbut now that the cards were laid out in front of him? Things made so much more sense. Stormchaser's power ranked high above even Tiger's, but it frustrated him how she never used that for "good."
"...You are helping. We just don't see it."
"Yes. I am."
"That's.. actually really noble, of you."
"Sometimes pain is unseen," Stormchaser brushes her bangs out of her eyes.
"...Can I come along with you? On a mission, sometime?" Tiger tilts his head, hands fiddling with themselves in a newfound desire to explore this new aspect of heroing. Stormchaser's brow furrows for a second before her hand clutches her chin as she looks him up and down.
"You know what? I could use some crowd control. Sure. I'd love to have you, Tiger."
Stormchaser's comm beeps, and she gestures for Tiger to come with.
"Follow my lead."
You're a superhero who specializes exclusively in stopping disasters. The other heroes just don't understand why you need to remain neutral to the villainsâŠ
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Waste a Moment / Part 5
Summary : Bucky had always kept his distance, but seeing you get hurt on a mission changed everything. For the first time, he has a chance to start over with you.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x avenger!reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : Mentions of food. Cursing. Memory loss. Head injury. Reader used to work in a museum.
Requested by :Â @remoony
Word count : 2.7k
Note : Iâve got this queued up so if you asked to be tagged in the last 12 hours, I have not added you but will add you to the next one! Itâs my masters graduation ceremony and I have a lot of people to catch up with so won't be very active today. Enjoy!
Series Masterlist
âFrom Behind Your Eyesâ
Monday.
Things began to shift between you and Bucky in subtle ways.Â
It started with small moments. Today, during a walk through the city, he asked if you wanted to stop by a bakery.Â
âYour favourite," he said with a soft smile.
You blinked at him, caught off guard. You didnât know it was your favourite bakeryâit had only opened a year ago
You had no recollection of it existing, let alone stepping inside.
Yet, when you stood outside the little shop, taking in the scent of freshly baked bread and buttery pastries, you sighed in recognition. Like your senses were telling you that this was the place, even though your mind was blank.Â
Bucky held the door open, letting you step inside. The bell above the door jingled, and that sound struck something deep within you. Was it... loss? Or comfort? You werenât sure.Â
He handed you a croissant without a word.Â
When you took your first bite, something clicked. It felt right, the taste, the textureâthe buttery flakiness melting on your tongue. It was comforting, familiar, even if the memories that should accompany it werenât there.Â
You couldnât explain why, but for the first time, a puzzle piece fell into place.
You glanced up at Bucky. His eyes were fixed on you, watching your reaction closely.Â
"Good?" he asked, his voice careful, almost too casual.
"Yeah.â You nodded, swallowing the pastry.
It was more than goodâit felt like home. Whatever that meant these days.
Wednesday.
The scent of pancakes filled the air on Wednesday morning.
You heard the sound of sizzling batter before seeing Bucky standing over the stove, smiling at you.
"A whole tablespoon of butter and two of maple syrup," he said, placing a plate in front of you. He was busying himself with the last touches, but you could see the concentration in his movements, the care he had put into even something so simple.
You stared down at the plate, your fork hovering just above the fluffy stack. It looked perfect, like it had been made specifically for you, and in a way, it had. You couldnât remember ever eating this combination of specific measurements beforeâ you always thought you were a cereal eater. But somehow, the moment you took that first bite, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
A comfortable silence settled between you two as you ate. The pancakes were soft, the butter melting, and the syrup soaked through just enough to make each bite rich but not overwhelming. It was perfect.Â
He was perfect.
A soft smile tugged at your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. There was something endearing about how well he knew you, even when you didnât know yourself.Â
The more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself drawn to himâ not just because he was familiar, but because he made you feel safe.Â
And somewhere along the way, that safety began to shift into something else.
Your heart started to skip a beat when he laughed. Your stomach fluttered when heâd touched you. You found yourself looking for more and more excuses to be around him.Â
You caught yourself staring at him more than onceâlike now, as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed.Â
Your chest tightening in ways that were starting to feel dangerously familiar. A crush.Â
Bucky looked up and caught your gaze, and you quickly focused back on your plate, heat rising to your cheeks.Â
Friday.
Today, you were curled up in the living room, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders when he handed you a book.Â
"You read this a couple of years ago," he said, his voice soft, almost hesitant. He held out the worn copy of a short book, fingers brushing against the frayed edges. "Thought you might want to read it again."
You took it from him, your eyes skimming the cover. The title stirred nothing at firstâjust another gap in your mind.Â
There was a quiet confidence in the way he handed you the book that maybe, just maybe, this small thing would help.Â
As you read, something unlocked within you. The words slipped into place like they belonged.
Like they had always belonged.
Sunday.
By the time you finished, it had become your favourite book once again.
"You knew," you said, feeling a little shy, admitting how easily you'd fallen back in love with it.
Bucky smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes, though there was always a hint of something dark behind it. "Some things donât change."
You wanted to believe him, but you knew better.
The truth was, so much had changed. The pieces of your life felt scattered, rearranged in ways you didnât always understand.Â
Bucky⊠he was a constant. It was as though he saw parts of you that you hadnât yet rediscovered.
You noticed it in the quiet momentsâthe way Bucky would linger in doorways, watching you, or how his voice softened whenever he said your name, like he was holding onto a precious gem.Â
You werenât the person you had been before, and yet, with Bucky, you started to feel like maybe you didnât have to be.Â
Still, there was an unspoken thing that hung between you, something that Bucky carried but never fully acknowledged.Â
Monday.
Bucky had trouble sleeping, as he would do when he was under a lot of stress.
He laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He could feel his racing heart, as if it wanted to claw its way out.
In his mind, he replayed the moment that haunted him every nightâthe words heâd said to you.
âI feel like I canât breathe around you.â
He had said it with a cold finality, and regretted it immediately. Â
Heâd only ever driven you away to spare you from the darkness he dragged around like ankle weights. You deserved so much moreâ someone free from shadows that never seemed to leave.
Even if youâd forgotten, he couldnât unburden himself from the knowledge that heâd pushed you away when he should have held you close.
And when he did finally fall asleep, nightmares haunted him.Â
In the dream, he watched realisation dawning on your faceâ as you remembered the things heâd said, the hurt heâd caused. You looked at him with that same raw, wounded expression heâd seen before, the same one that haunted him on sleepless nights.
In the dream, you turned away, just as you had before, only this time you were walking into the dark embrace of death. He reached for you, desperate to take it all back, but the distance between you grew.Â
Heâd run and run, trying to follow you, but at the end of the tunnel, heâd see you limp body lying underneath the rubble.
Buckyâs eyes snapped open. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. He laid in bed, trembling, drenched in sweat.
Unable to stay there, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up. He found himself heading down the hall toward your room.Â
The light in the guest room was dim, the door left slightly ajar, as it always was. You told him it made you feel less alone, that someone was nearby if you needed them.
Bucky found himself standing just outside, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest.
You looked so peaceful, so innocent in sleep, untouched by the memories that plagued him.Â
Quietly, he leaned against the doorframe. The words slipped out before he could stop them.
âI feel like I canât breathe around you,â he whispered.
It was true then, and it was true nowâthough for different reasons.
Back then, heâd said it to drive you away, to keep you from seeing the broken parts of him he didnât want you to know.Â
But now, every small smile, every lingering glance, every hesitant touch stole his breath, until he was choking on the overwhelming affection he felt for you and on the regret of what heâd said to you.
âI thought I didnât deserve you.â He swallowed. âI thought I was doing the right thing by keeping you away.â His eyes studied you, memorising every scar, every curve. âBut I was wrong. and youâll never knowâŠâ
All he wanted was to tell you the truth, to give you the choice to stay or to go. But the thought of you choosing to go⊠he couldnât bear it.
You shifted slightly in your sleep, and Buckyâs heart skipped a bit. For a split second, he thought heâd woken you, but you settled back against your pillow, your cute snores filling the air again.Â
He let out a small sigh of relief.
He lingered a moment longer, allowing himself this one selfish moment to simply be there, watching over you.
He stayed for ten minutes.
Ten turned to thirty.
And thirty minutes turned to an hour.  Â
Then, he started noticing things.
At first, it was subtleâ his enhanced hearing noticed that your breathing quickened. He then saw your brows knitting together.
He knew the signs by heartâ a nightmare.
His chest tightened as he watched, his metal fingers curling around the doorframe. He wanted to reach out, to wake you before the horrors took hold. But he froze, unsure if his presence would be a comfort or if it would only make things worse.
You whimpered softly, The sound was like a bullet to his brain, slicing through the peace he had found watching over you.
Bucky knewâ perhaps too wellâ all the ways a nightmare could lay you bare, exposing the things you wanted no one else to see. Who was he to interfere, to try drag you out of the darkness when he himself lived in it?
Then you whispered his name. The sound sent a chill down his spine. His name, spoken with a tone so raw and broken it made his heart ache. Were you dreaming of him? Of the words he had said, the pain he had caused?
He didnât know why he stayed as he watched you wrestle with whatever horrors your mind had conjured. He took a small, shaky step forward. His mouth opened but nothing came out.Â
Your breathing grew ragged, your hands clutching at the blanket. Buckyâs fists clenched at his sides, shame brewing inside him.Â
He knew he should be there for you, but he couldn't bring himself to cross that threshold, to invade the fragile privacy of your dreams.
Finally, your breathing steadied, the nightmare subsiding. Bucky released a breath he hadnât realised he was holding.
He took a step back.
He hadnât done anything. He hadnât tried to help.
He watched a second longer, making sure youâd found peaceful sleep again. When he was certain you had, he turned and left for his room.
As he closed his door behind him, Bucky let out a shaky sigh. His body slid on the floor, pressing his palms against his eyes as he tried to block out the image of youâfragile, broken, and alone in a nightmare he might have caused.
He wrapped his hand around his knees, rocking slightly in an attempt to keep himself sane.
He shifted slightly, feeling an odd dampness against his skin. It was only when he brought a hand to his face that he realised his cheeks were wet, his shirt damp where the tears had dropped.Â
He hadn't even realised he started crying.
The tears kept coming, slow and steady, trickling down on his face.
He thought of you, peaceful again now, but still vulnerable, left to face nightmares he was too afraid to pull you from. He thought of the words heâd spoken to you, the ones he could never take back. The ones that had hurt you more than heâd ever wanted.Â
The tears were relentless, a silent admission of all the things heâd buriedâhis regret, his self-loathing, his desperation for forgiveness he was too afraid to ask for. His body shook with quiet sobs, his breaths shallow and uneven.
And for the first time since he thought heâd lost you, Bucky let himself cry for everything heâd lost.Â
For the moments heâd missed, the chances heâd thrown away, the love heâd pushed aside out of fear. And as his tears finally slowed, leaving him a hollow shell of himself, he realised that this was the price heâd paid for pushing you away all those years.
Tuesday.
âDo you ever have nightmares?â you asked between breakfast bites, trying to sound casual as you picked at your food.
You didnât know how to admit it at first, but even when you slept through all of last night, you hadnât slept very well. Every time youâd close your eyes, youâd find yourself trapped under layers of crushing weight, and the fear would trap you in unconsciousness, unable to wake up, unable to separate whatâs real or fake.
Bucky paused just slightly before he looked up. For a moment, he didnât know how much to say.
âYeah,â he replied finally, cautiously. âIt used to be worse.âÂ
You nodded, encouraged by his honesty. âMine are⊠strange. Theyâre just pieces. I don't remember them all.â You looked down at your hands, unsure how to continue. âIt doesnât even feel like theyâre mine.â
âHow come?â He asked, narrowing his eyes.
âItâs⊠IâI feel like Iâm trapped under something heavy. I canât breathe, and when I try to move, it justâŠâ
You stopped in your tracks, the nightmares slipping away just as your memory had.Â
âAnd I see you sometimes,â you admitted sheepishly, âI feel you pulling me out of the dark.â
Buckyâs hand brushed yours across the table.Â
He swallowed hard, knowing that was where he found you. How he found you. Crushed under the rubble, barely alive.
Still, a wave of relief washed over him. If there was any comfort to cling to in all of this, it was that he hadnât caused your nightmares. You hadnât heard his quiet confession from the night before, those fragile words spoken in the darkness while you slept. You didnât know.
You didnât know what he said.
You didnât know.Â
You canât ever know.
A twisting guilt formed in his stomachâ would I really rather have her dream of a crushing pain over the painful words I said?
âThey canât hurt you,â he said finally, his voice stern with conviction. He was convincing himself, really, more than you.Â
You felt the cold of his metal hand, but your cheeks started burning.Â
You met his eyes, and for a moment, the vulnerability between you was tangible.
âThank you, Bucky.â Your voice was barely a whisper. âFor making me feel like Iâm not alone.â
He looked down. A small, shy smile tugged at his lips. âAnytime.â
The silence that followed wasnât uncomfortable. His hand lingered on yours, fingers tracing small circles against your skin.Â
You didnât even realise you were leaning in until you felt his breath against your lipsâwarm, shallow, like he was fighting the same internal battle you were. His eyes flicked down to your mouth for the briefest second.
The pull between you was magnetic.
His fingers trailed up your arm, lingering at your forearm, and it was that touchâthe coolness of his skin against tour veinsâthat undid you. Your breath hitched, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst from your chest.Â
And then, without thinking, you started closing the gap.
His lips hovered over yours, not quite touching, the tension so thick it was suffocating.
It was a heartbeat away.Â
But thenâ
The sound of your phone shattered the moment, vibrating against the table.
Samâs name flashed on the screen, his timing almost painfully ironic.
âHey,â you answered, forcing your voice to stay steady.
âHey!â Sam was his usual chipper self, oblivious to what heâd interrupted. âWeâre discussing a training program for you if you want to come back on Thursday?â
You glanced at Bucky. He had turned away slightly, focusing on his half-eaten plate. âIâ Iâll think about it,â you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment as you hung up.
You glanced at Bucky, wondering if he felt the same strange disconnect.
He didnât say anything. His expression had shifted back to that neutral calm he so often wore.
You wished you had the courage to say something, that you could break the silence and address what had nearly happened between you.Â
You were too unsure, too awkward to bring it up. You werenât sure what it even meantâwhether it was a lapse in judgement, a moment of weakness, or if it was something more that neither of you were brave enough to confront.
âI think Iâm gonna start training again on Thursday.â
-to be continued...
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Nice Shirt (Todobaku x Reader)
MDNI
Shouto Todoroki x Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
Content/Warnings/Etc: the start of todobaku x reader poly relationship, gn/afab reader, lots of making out, threesome, sex from behind, blowjob, unprotected sex, swearing.
Minaâs Place: Present
Tonightâs the night. Every hero in your friendsâ agency is now ranked top 20 so theyâre throwing a party which turned into an unofficial âten year reunion.â Miraculously, everyone in your class will be in the same place tonight for the first time in years. Itâll be great to see them, especially a few you don't have a chance to talk to as often.
The building is beautiful. Even the elevator you just entered is absolutely glistening. The apartments are massive too - specifically, each of your friends who went in on starting the agency (basically a third of your class) each got their own floor to live on. This party happens to be on Minaâs floor since she's the best at hosting.Â
âHi, welcome in!â a very ecstatic Mina rushes to you, wrapping you in a pink hug. âI'm so glad you made it!â
âThank you so much for the invitation, your place is beautiful!â you say gesturing at her bubblegum decor in every pattern imaginable.Â
âThanks, feel free to look around! I have to refill the punch, but let's catch up in a bit!â she exclaims before running off towards the kitchen.Â
It really is great seeing your classmates. You notice everyone clustered into their usual groups. Kaminari and Jiro listen intently while Tsuyu recounts her latest mission. Koda is talking to Minaâs pomeranian, much to the amusement of Hagakure and Ochoco. Everyone's here!Â
You'd really like to talk to Todoroki or Bakugo, admittedly you had huge crushes on both of them but haven't talked to either in ages. When you first walked in, you saw Shouto walking towards the hallway in an All Might shirt. Unexpected fashion choice for him, but nice shirt you think.Â
Shoutoâs House: Last SundayÂ
Katsuki began to stir, careful not to wake the muscular body by his side. The sunlight had just begun peeking through the blinds of Shoutoâs bedroom.Â
How did they get here? Sure, it would be easy for them to both blame the bottomless champagne at the Hero Gala the night before, but it's a flimsy excuse since neither of them drink. No, they were drunk on nostalgia alone.Â
Throughout high school, their relationship was - tumultuous. With a rocky start they had a lot to overcome. Even so, things weren't exactly easy. Competing over everything. Arguing about stupid things that don't matter (well, mostly Katsuki while Shouto infuriated him by being indifferent.) They even had the same crush, y/n, making them feel like they had to one up each other even more. But under it all, there was something else. Some unspoken tension lingering alongside every action. Shouto noticed this feeling whenever Katsuki would tackle him while they sparred, but wrote it off as nerves since he doesn't engage in close combat often. Bakugo, on the other hand, felt it more when they were both bathing. It confused him and in turn, just made him want to tease Todoroki even more to hide it.Â
All until the hero gala.Â
That night, the decade-long dick measuring contest came to a close with them realizing maybe they just wanted to touch dicks instead.Â
Somehow, the two found themselves seated next to each other without dates. Why not catch up a bit? In recounting old stories, that familiar tension came back in full force. All it took was one accidental hand brush while they both reached for their water glasses to bring it all out in the open.Â
The spark was immediate. Both staring at each other, making heavy eye contact, daring the other to break it.Â
But no one did.Â
They ended up back at Shoutoâs place (it was closer), passionately making out through the night.Â
Katsuki isn't really sure how to handle this. Having difficult conversations was never his strong point, especially with someone who has historically been hard for him to talk to. Well, maybe he just discovered part of the reason for that.Â
Before sticking around for too long, he quietly gets out of bed to retrieve his clothes. Picking up the pieces here and there, tiny scorch marks on half of them. What an intense night.Â
He considers his options. Should he leave a note or just quietly slip out? Some form of communication might be good, they'll have to see each other again at events and he doesn't want it to be weird.Â
He feels a rush at the thought of seeing Shouto again. Getting to spend time with him. Fuck, even getting to be in the same room. Wait. Does heâŠlike him? Sure feels like it. And logically, he could do a lot worse than the kid who was always his competition. At least he's competent. This is all so new though, it would be a lot to process.Â
On top of that, he was having a mild identity crisis. Katsuki never considered himself to be attracted to men, not that he had any issues with being bi, he'd just never thought about it in relation to himself. The night before was amazing. It's not worth overthinking, he decides. If being with Shouto makes him happy, maybe he should chase that feeling and see where it goes. Everyoneâs gay for someone, right?
Besides, it's time to move on in life. The two of them had discussed their crushes on you the prior night and realized they hadn't talked to you in years. It just never went anywhere.
Shouto sits up in bed, rubbing the red and white hair from his face.Â
âRunning off?â he asks, slightly teasingly.Â
âI-â Katsuki bites his tongue. âUh, have to get going. Late to work and stuff.â
âYou should borrow some of my clothes,â he mumbles, laying back down, âthat way you don't have to walk into your agency like that.â
Bakugo nods.Â
âAnd let me know if you want to grab food sometime soon, I'd like to take you out.â
His blonde head nods again, his face flushing an even darker shade of red.Â
Shouto has known he's pansexual since the day he realized he's attracted to people at all. Human interaction has always been confusing and overwhelming for him, he's used to it. He had no need to process this any more than usual. The situation was understandable. Deep down, he probably knew he had a crush on Katsuki for a while. His explosive friend is objectively hot, smart, and after growing up with Endeavor, he found him to be much easier to interact with than people typically do. Admittedly, being on the receiving end of the angry number two heroâs affection did a lot to quell his daddy issues but he chooses to ignore that and let his therapist figure that one out later.
Watching Bakugo go into the world in his clothes made Shouto feel warm inside. Hopeful itâs not a one time occurrence, he fought the urge to text him that day - not wanting to seem desperate. He'd give Katsuki exactly three days from when he left that morning before reaching out if he doesn't hear from him. It was a rule Momo set for him when he asked her for dating advice years ago and he's kept it ever since. He made a mental note to text her about this when he wakes up again.Â
Pro-hero Dynamite made it through work the next few days but couldn't stop thinking about him. Shoutoâs voice. His eyes. His hair. His hands. Wrapped around his -Â
Fuck.Â
On the evening of the second night, he went home and called him.Â
The following morning, they met up at a teahouse and talked for hours. The conversation flowing easily into the afternoon. By the end of the date, they decided to keep hanging out and see where things go (that day, things went immediately back to Katsukiâs apartment.)
Minaâs Place: Present
After talking to Shinsou and Tokoyami for a while about a show you're both binging, you excuse yourself to run to the restroom. It wasn't urgent by any means but you figured it might take a while to find it with how many doors you saw in the hallway.Â
It shouldn't come as a surprise with the amount of work they put into this celebration that the door is labeled. âbathromâ reads a ripped piece of paper in Kaminariâs handwriting with a chunk of what you recognize as Seroâs tape holding it up.Â
The door is slightly ajar so you enter, finding -Â
Holy fuck.Â
The two hottest guys youâve ever seen in your life are making out against the sink. Bakugo has a fist-full of the All Might shirt Todoroki is wearing as he presses him into the mirror feverishly. They jump away from each other at the interruption. Both of their jaws drop. Shoutoâs eyes widen and he stares at you, frozen and unsure what to do. Katsuki on the other hand, is looking at anything but you. In their now separated stances, you notice heâs wearing an Endeavor shirt with âsucksâ written under the name in permanent marker. It all clicks, this is definitely not the first time this has happened.
âOh, fuck,â you mumble, wanting to look away but theyâre too fucking hot. âI uhm, the door was cracked. Sorry.âÂ
Bakugo shoots a glare at Todoroki at this information before barking, âwell donât just fucking stand there, get in before someone walks by and more people see.âÂ
Without thinking, you do as youâre told.Â
âHow long has this been going on?â you ask, pointing between their shirts.Â
âNot long,â Todoroki answers nonchalantly, sliding off the counter to face you.
âItâsâŠnew,â adds Bakugo, âso donât go telling everyone.â
âI wonât tell anyone. Donât worry,â you try to sound as reassuring as possible.Â
Well, you did find the two people you wanted to see. Some part of you thinks you should feel disappointed, theyâre both taken. Somehow, those feelings never come. And after seeing that? Youâll happily spend the rest of your life unable to unsee the two of them pulling at each otherâs clothes. Sadly, the showâs over for you. They probably want their space now.Â
âUhm, I really am sorry for walking in. I should go,â you mutter.
As you turn to leave, a hand grabs your arm. âOr you could stay,â Shoutoâs mismatched eyes stare into yours. You glance at the man next to him, whose face is tentatively awaiting your reaction.Â
Is this really happening? You would have been happy to have a chance with either of them, but both? Itâs like a dream come true. Little do you know, they'd also been waiting for this for a long time.Â
Reaching outside, you yank the makeshift bathroom sign from the door before clicking it closed loudly. Both of their eyes light up. This time, you make sure itâs locked.Â
âCool,â Katsuki says as casually as he can muster, âyou're in middle then.â
Holy shit fuck this is actually happening.Â
Heart pounding, you step towards the two men. Stopping in front of them as you're not sure who to face and don't want to come off as rude when they've been so polite to allow you to join them. One hand on each of their arms, you're surprised at how different they feel.Â
Katsukiâs skin is dewy with sweat in a way that allows your fingers to glide smoothly over the surface. Bicep tensing under your touch but a small smile breaks on his rosy face letting you know it's okay.Â
Shouto feels much cooler (but it may just be the side you reached for.) His long slender muscles flex as he reaches the arm to you, pulling you in for a heavy kiss. His wet lips pressing hard into yours, parting them for your tongues to meet. You fall into it quickly, having dreamed of this for years. Before you know it, youâre spun around and heâs pushing you face first into Bakugoâs neck.Â
With his explosive personality, youâd never considered Katsuki âcautiousâ but with the subtle way he kisses you, heâs close to it. His hands gently moving over your neck, lightly dancing over the space under your jaw as he slowly brushes his lips over yours. One of Shoutoâs hands reaches around you, roughly gripping his hair. The kiss deepens in response as your mouth muffles his gasps. You feel Todorokiâs other hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into him while he kisses the back of your neck. Your hands join Shoutoâs in Katsukiâs hair. Everything feels perfect.
Eventually, most of your clothes found their way onto the bathroom floor leaving the three of you nearly naked. Bakugo pulls your legs around his hips, grinding you into him as he hardens in his underwear. Shouto feels the same against you, his hands gripping his boyfriendâs back rubbing himself hard into your ass while pulling you both closer. Dropping your head onto Bakugoâs shoulder, your lips latch onto the thin skin near his neck. Over your shoulder, the two of them resume making out - you notice Katsuki is a lot rougher with Shouto than he is with you but the passion is the same. Out of the corner of your eye, his teeth connect hard with his boyfriendâs lips. Shoutoâs moans fill your ears as he suddenly juts harder into you - the sudden friction making you bite Katsukiâs neck as you try to hold it together. The three of you are left gasping while you try in vain to quiet each other.Â
Shouto is the first to pull away, removing his own underwear before starting on yours.Â
âThis okay?â he looks between the two of you. Both of you nodding in response.Â
âYeah,â you smile before giving him a quick kiss.Â
Admittedly, none of you have ever done anything quite like this so you arenât really sure where to start. Shouto takes the lead this time, following what feels right.Â
He sits on the counter, moving you to face him. Kissing you deeply, as his hands grip your hair. Katsuki stands to the side of you, his hands running over your body before settling between your legs.
âAwwe, theyâre already wet for us,â he massages your clit with one finger before sliding another into you, âso fucking wet.â
 When your wimpers become too much to keep up with the kiss, Shouto moves your head to his chest. Holding you close with one hand while stroking himself with the other.Â
âYou look so pretty like that,â he croons down at you.
An additional finger stretches you further. You feel yourself clenching around Bakugoâs hand while gripping Todorokiâs back. Shaking, your knees give out from under you. Shouto doesnât mind you lying on him at all as he continues whispering sweet words of encouragement in your ear while you cum around his boyfriendâs fingers. Any attempts at being quiet, momentarily forgotten.
âGood job, I think theyâre ready for you,â he smiles over your shoulder.
âThink so,â you hear the amusement in Katsukiâs voice. One of his hands bracing your hip while he uses the other to line himself up.Â
âLook at me,â Shoutoâs fingers tip your face up towards his. Still feeling fucked out and breathing hard, you work to keep your eyes focused on his while Katsukiâs dick stretches you open. Your breath catches in your throat and your grip on the man under you tightens.
âYouâre doing so good,â he murmurs down at you, âyouâre taking him so well.âÂ
You gasp as Bakugo begins moving behind you, slowly pulling back before snapping his hips into you. For a moment, itâs surreal - you never could have imagined youâd end up here.
âYou like that, huh? You like his beautiful dick in you?â
âMmmhmmn,â you manage to push back far enough to kiss your way down his torso. Making your way to where his hand is squeezing over himself.
Itâs beautiful. They both are, you think, taking Shoutoâs word for it. Still keeping eye contact, you replace his hands with yours - moving your mouth over him while Katsuki fucks harder into you.
âGod, thatâs so fucking hot,â you hear from behind you, Bakugo slamming his hips into your ass to make your head bob further down Shoutoâs length. With them on each side of you, you know you wonât last long.Â
The sensations are overwhelming. The rough feeling of slamming in the back of your throat and on your cervix juxtaposed with the softness of hands in your hair and running along your back. You feel their hands meet in the middle, clasping each other while they both pound into you.
Itâs becoming harder to concentrate as the throbbing between your legs makes its way through your entire body. Thatâs okay though, theyâre both so close too.
Shoutoâs hand grips harder on your scalp, his hips jut forward subconsciously as he explodes into the back of your throat. Katsuki follows, bottoming out while twitching inside you. You feel both of your fluids mixing together, dripping down the inside of your legs. With all of this, you find yourself crumbling between them again.
After a minute of stillness, they help you to your feet. Bakugo wets some towels to wash up while Todoroki helps you sort through the clothes on the floor. Once youâre all sufficiently clean and dressed, the three of you pause to take in the moment. Each of you feeling like the luckiest person in the room.Â
âHey,â Shouto exchanges a knowing glance with Katsuki who nods before they both turn to you, âwould you like to get breakfast with us tomorrow?â
sorry for the overuse of names - i get so lost reading fics that are like âthe taller oneâ, â the light haired one,â etc so i wasnât sure how else to write this and make it clear!
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Been replaying ME1 and I got slammed hard with Anderson/Shepard father/daughter feels đ„ș
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â throughout heaven and earth
- gojo satoru x reader
a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you
genre: feral!gojo, injured!reader, hurt/comfort, exponential fluff !
note: we need a gojo who will go ballistic against the higher-ups for dragging you in their mess :) refer to this for the reader's CT, and this loosely takes place after the events in heaven's fury, and the epilogue is based on this very brilliant idea :))
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
Something isnât right.
You shouldâve known it was strange when they assigned you with a sudden mission with little to no briefing. You shouldâve gone through with your gut feeling and informed Satoru about it.
Because if you did... now you wouldnât be running for your life like this, frantically dodging the hacks and slashes of this chainsaw-like cursed spirit that was evidently not a Grade 2 as what you were told.
âAh!â you yelped as the sharp ends of its body struck your shoulder, leaving you bleeding openly. This was no small woundâit was deep enough to make you stagger.
You had to do something about this because merely avoiding wouldnât save your life. You had to come back in one piece. You have toâ for your baby and Satoru.
What if I canât? The sheer thought made you tremble. Your baby boy was still so little and he needed you more than anyone, and Satoru...
God, you couldnât bear to leave him alone. Not again. He couldn't handle losing someone again, not after all he had already lost.
You gripped your whipâyour cursed weaponâtightly amidst your bleeding hand. You had barely enough cursed energy for a domain expansion that guaranteed a sure-hit effect. You have one shot. This was all or nothing.
But you werenât sure if it would work, because you were on the verge of exhaustion, and this was a special grade curse. Your domain expansion was definitely not as refined as the Satoruâs, and this monster was an enemy of his class.
âSatoru...â your voice came out in a sob. You were terribly scared, and honestly you were entitled to. You werenât even sure you would survive this at all, and all you could think now was your husbandâs silly grin and how much you loved him.
And right afterwards, you saw the cursed spirit lunging at you, and with everything left that you had, you screamedâ
âDomain Expansion: Transcendent Veil!â
âGojo-sensei, p-please come back... Nee-san is...!â
Satoru was in Kyoto when he received that call from Megumiâ and that moment shattered his world as he knew it.
âMegumi, what is it?â
âShe w-was sent on a mission... but then it's a special gradeâ a-and... she... she e-exorcised it b-butâ!â
He teleported without second thought to Tokyo. His mind was blank, the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeats, and his fists were clenched so tightly.
âThe cursed spirit got her too⊠It made a cut on her neck.â
His most precious wife... the one person he must protect at all cost, was now possiblyâ
âMegumi.â He saw him sitting on the hallway of the headquartersâ hospital the with his son on his lapâyou had asked him to look after your babyâand the boy looked up to him.
âGojo-sensei...â Megumi appeared shaken, and seeing that, Satoru immediately took his child from his hands, pulling the little kid into his embrace.
âGo back home, Iâll stay here.â
In all his life, Megumi had never seen Gojo Satoru as calm as he was now. He looked fearsome, as if he was in the battlefield.
âIchiji.â Satoru turned to the other man rigidly standing next to Megumi, causing him to stiffen up even more. He didnât say anything further as he pat his little sonâs back, and yet Ichiji knew all the same what he wanted from him.
âItâs from⊠the higher ups, Gojo-san.â Ichiji gulped as he said it. âY/N-san was suddenly called in yesterday night, and she was told it was an urgent mission.â
âWho called her?â
âIt wasâŠâ
When Ichiji told him the name, suddenly Satoru barked a snort, and his lips curled into a manic grin. It was a menacing sight for both Ichiji and Megumi, as he looked almost unhinged if not for his secure grip on his son.
But contrary to what they were thinking, what filled Satoru at that moment was pure, unadulterated fury. A righteous sense of being crossedâbecause, how fucking dare they?
Those higher ups first pressed him to execute Yuji, and when he paid them no mind⊠now they staged this atrocity against you, most definitely to serve as a warning to him.
âIchiji, tell them that Iâll pay a visit tomorrow. And drive Megumi home tonight.â
He would make his point loud and clear. He would show them how wrong it was to ever test him. ButâŠ
The plan barely satisfied him. They hurt you. His heart finally lurched as he processed the fact⊠when he heard his babyâs soft whimper against his shoulder.
. . .
You sustained serious injuries, but finally, you were out of critical condition.
When Satoru was allowed to see you, you were still connected to many monitors and breathing machine. He brought your baby too inside, and upon clearly seeing both of them, suddenly your eyes welled up with tears.
âHeyâŠâ his hand gripped yours reassuringly. You sniffled when the strain of your broken ribs made you almost cry out in pain, and Satoru immediately calmed you down.
âSweetsâ hey, donât cry, yeah? You did good.â He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. âYou did freaking good. Youâre okay now. Youâre going to recover, yeah?â
You gave him a tearful little nod, feeling so grateful that you could see him again. And unbeknownst to you, seeing you like this broke his heart too.
âMwa...â your baby, cradled in your husbandâs arms, suddenly stretched his tiny hands towards you, and Satoru handed him over for you to hold.
With the little strength you possessed, you reached out to stroke his soft cheeks. Your son... the thought of how close you came to death brought another tear rolling down your cheek.
All sort of thoughts went through Satoruâs head at the sight. His wife, the mother of his son, who is proud of him for everything he doesâ
âand their sorry asses dared to hurt you.
Suddenly all he saw was red.
And he swore he would make it right to you. Soon.
âAh, Satoru-kun⊠to what I owe the pleasure?â
ââŠIâve heard that it was you who assigned that special grade mission to my wife, correct?â
âOh, that. First of all, I must apologize for my... oversight. We were misinformed... Our scouts made a mistake while filling the files.â
Satoru was trying not to lose his composure first thing after coming here. Really.
But the knowing tone of the elderly Jujutsu Commander only fueled his rage, growing stronger the longer he stood behind this stupid paper divider.
âSo itâs a mistake, huh?â he repeated in a satire manner. âThen do you know that my wife has just gotten out of her maternity leave this week?â
The man behind the divider chuckled quietly. âSatoru-kun⊠I know the sentiment. Of course youâll be worried, and it did end in a rather⊠unfortunate incident. However, jujutsu sorcerers are bound to their duty, and your wife cannot rely too heavily on her status as a member of the Gojo clan to be excluded fromââ
Fuck it. He had no patience any longer.
âSeems like I need to be a lot rougher, after all.â
Suddenly the room crackled with electricity and the Jujutsu Commander gasped at the sense of foreboding he felt. âGojo, you canâtâ!â
âHeh, but I can.â He let out the most satisfied laugh before opening his palm and chanting in a lower voice: âCursed Technique Lapse: Blue.â
In a matter of seconds, the audience chamber of jujutsu headquarters turned into a pile of destruction. The commander barely made it out the deadly vacuum vortex with a shriek.
âAh! N-no! Get a-away from me!â Satoru stared down at him coldly through his unobstructed heavenly eyes, as he pitifully tried to crawl away. He took one step towards him, stomped on his hand ruthlesslyâcausing the man to scream, before he got down to his level.
âN-no! Please, s-spare me...!â
âThis is my first and last warning to you.â It was beyond terrifying, to see those six eyes in this close proximity. But even more dreadful was the tight chokehold on his throatâ
âIf you ever try to pull this idiotic stunt again on my wife, know that I can and I will snap your neck.â Satoruâs face split into a sinister grin as he tapped the manâs nape, before he crushed the bones of his hand with a crack and made him howl. âRemember that, yeah?â
. . . that day, none in jujutsu headquarters dared to spread any word about Gojo Satoruâs outrageous conduct, even when it was an attack against their own highest ranking leader.
âSatoru, you donât have to, reallyââ
âNuh, uh! Iâve promised you Iâll nurse you back to health!â
Unaware of anything and everything, you thought that your loving husband was a silly jester trying to make you feel better. On the fifth day of your stay in hospital, you were well enough to eat solid food, and Satoru insisted on spoon feeding you the fruits he cut himself.
âGood girl,â he praised with a wholly playful smile as you chewed on the watermelon. You looked at him with a mock frown, pursing your lips.
âYouâre making me look like a kid.â
âYou are, in fact, my second kid, so I have all rights to baby you.â
You let out a giggle, but then suddenly your throat felt like it was closing in and you coughed. Instinctively, you reached for your neckâ your fingers tracing the scar there.
You still could remember the sense of paralyzing fear you felt as soon as your neck was cut. The heavy bleeding that followed, the way the world blacking out around youâŠ
âSweetsâŠ?â Satoru put down the plate and got a grip on your trembling figure. He gently pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. âHey, look at me. Look at me, hmm?â
Your frantic eyes locked onto his, and your rapid breathing steadied. Your clammy hand reached out to touch his face... before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around him.
âSweetheartâŠâ Satoru hugged you back in return, sighing against the nape on your neck, as he planted a soft kiss there.
You tried your best not to cry but it was hard not to while remembering everything.
âI-I was so scaredâŠâ
âMhm.â
âI-I kept thinking⊠w-what if I c-canât see you⊠or baby againâŠ? I⊠I s-still want to do a lot of⊠things⊠w-with youâŠâ
The way you shook in his arms like a fragile leaf made something inside him burn. He was supposed to provide you with security, give you a life far removed from cursesâ
Having left that warning against the higher-ups wasnât enough, he shouldâve made him beg for his life moreâ
âListen to me,â Satoru said as he broke the hug, the deep frown in his grave expression made you almost sob. He gently wiped your overflowing tears with the pads of his thumbs.
âStop thinking that. Youâre alright. Youâre going to get better. You and meâwe are going to raise our son together.â
You took in each of his words fully, even as your lips quivered.
âAnd mark my wordsâŠâ Right in this moment, you thought that your husband was most dashing as he gave you his promisesâas his blue eyes glimmered under the light. âThey wonât ever lay their hands on you ever again. Not while Iâm here. Not ever. I already made sure of that.â
You were curious about what he did, but you chose not to press further when Satoru leaned in suddenly and brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, melting your heart into mush.
When he pulled away, it was his usual teasing grin on his handsome face. âNow, I only have one duty leftâ that is to get my cute wife back on her feet. So, be a good little wifey and have lots of fruits and sleep, okay?â
You giggled freely this time, feeling tremendously safe and loved, and instead of answering, you chose to peck his lips insteadâ hoping that heâd know that you trusted him with your whole life.
. . .
âBy the way⊠Satoru, whereâs our baby?â you missed your pumpkin, and while being with your funny husband lifted your spirits, you wanted to cuddle him too.
He chuckled in response. âAh! Since Megumi is on an assignment, I left him with Ichiji earlier! Donât worry, Iâll come pick him up soon, âkay?â
Epilogue
âIâm going out for a bit, and if you ever make him upset or cry⊠I can and I will sense it! So Ichijiâdo your best!â
âBwaâŠâ
âEeek!â
Ichiji stared at Baby Gojo with literal sweat on his forehead, as the little being curiously looked up at him.
By all means, this baby was adorable. Even more so when his father dressed him in a shark onesie. It was a peculiar choiceâjust like any of Gojoâs choices wereâbut it sure made the baby look even more endearing.
But the thing is⊠he didnât feel secure enough to hold him! Especially when he didnât know if Gojoâs claim of telepathic connection with his son was true or not!
Amidst his thoughts, suddenly Ichiji felt a soft touch on his arm and immediately turned to find the little munchkin putting his little hand on him and staring at him with such pureness unbefitting of Gojo Satoruâs son.
How can this baby be a stark contrast to his father? Ichiji was almost tempted to snuggle him, but he knew better.
âO-oh⊠d-donât touch meâŠâ
And as he retracted his hand back, the baby suddenly widened his eyes, feeling betrayed apparently, as his little lips wobbled and face scrunched up, so ready to burst into tearsâ
âHicâŠâ
ââ!! Nooo! Donât cry! Your father will fry me! Eeek!!â
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smack, smack â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: special thanks to the beautiful @stinkyme for inspiring me to actually write this and for fangirling over the idea with me <3
gojo satoru, like any dad, got his fair share of âbullyingâ from his daughter, his 5 months old baby.
some dads get peed on, others get their hair pulled, and others get their nose bitten on the daily. it's a little something to make them suffer a bit like the mothers had to during the pregnancy.
your husband, however, is always getting smacked in the face whenever he has his blindfold on, and I mean harshly smacked in the face and unforgiving scratching.
the first time it happened was when he was going to school. he was ready, uniform on and everything, but he simply had to say goodbye to his two girls.
skipping to your shared bedroom, he placed two big smooches on your face. then, after much of pulling him off you, he went to smooch his little girl. a big unmatched grin was on his face as he looked down at her in her crib.
he picked her up, cooing softly at her, âwhat a pretty girl, just as pretty as your mama, huh?â
satoru then laid her gently against his chest and started rocking her softly, while humming. after a while, he felt her stir a little in his arms. she sleepily looks up at him, and he smiles down at her, âgood morning, babyââ
now, your daughter was used to seeing her dad without the blindfold. she was used to getting met by her dad's bright blue eyes.
so when a strange unknown man was holding her up instead of her papa, she started wailing and screaming, repeatedly smacking him in the face.
whenever her littleâstrongâhand landed on the blindfold, she would try to pull it off with all her baby might. you scrambled out of your bed at the loud screeches and screams of both your husband and your daughter.
you saw how satoru was desperately trying to, as gently as possible, make her release her grip. you stumbled on your words, before yelling, âyour blindfold! take off your blindfold off!â
âI! am! trying!â he yelps as she continues slapping the hell out of his face.
you hurry and take his blindfold off, swiftly throwing it to the side. he started rocking her, smiling despite the red marks and scratches all over his handsome face, âitâs me, daddy! you see me?â
almost magically, your daughter calmed down in an instant with the occasional hiccup from her previous crying. he smiled, âthere you go; thatâs my girl.â
she gently made grabby hands at him, and he quickly pulled her back into his chest. your daughter instantly snuggled into his shoulder and hid her face in his neck.
you stared at him for a moment, âwell, at least we know that she bloody hates that blindfold.â
it honestly kind of adds up.
you remember the many times that your daughter was generally distressed or fussy and instantly calmed down when she saw her dadâs eyes. you also remember that one time your daughter was actually zoning out while looking at satoruâs eyes, her own safe place.
satoru chuckles with a shrug, âI have you as my savior, anyway.â
âyou canât always count on me to be the one to save you from our daughterâs monstrously strong grip.â
and he canât.
no one is brave enough to try and to fight back a baby, let alone the strongest sorcererâs baby.
that attack happens way more than satoru would like. for example, whenever youâre busy, he takes his little princess to the school with him. in general, everyone helps in taking care of the little angel (devil in some cases).
however, god forbid she sees satoru coming back from a mission with his blindfold on.
it took some time for your husband to learn his lesson and immediately take his blindfold off before he entered the school. until then, he was prone to his daughterâs crazy strong hand smacking his face till his entire face is painted red and not the cute kind.
satoru never believed in his students to save him, except for yuuji. the first time it happened around the students, most of them were either laughing or speechless.
yuuji did try to save his sensei from his smacking machine of a daughter, but ended up getting smacked himself.
your husband did hope that, maybe, nanamiâs heart would soften, and he would finally help him.
nanamiâs heart did soften, just not for satoru. instead, your daughter now has a special soft spot in nanamiâs heart, as he did in hers, but that isnât our topic for today.
the amount of times you would enter the room to find nanami chuckling or smiling at your husband getting beaten to a pulp by your baby. satoru could be sobbing, ânanami, please! save me!â
and nanami would simply smileâsadisticallyâand hum, âI donât think I will.â
youâre pretty sure that nanami believes this is godâs way of punishing your husband for all the mischief he caused.
ignoring that, it grips your heart how satoruâs face would brighten up the moment he saw you. he would run up to you, giving you the baby to calm her down while he gives his face a rest.
and your little girl was smiling and giving you her version of cheek kisses.
your husband recovered quickly though, and took her back, his blindfold finally off. he doesnât do it without pecking your lips though, âmy savior.â    Â
then he gets lost in his own world with his little girl, and their laughs and giggles filled the room. her hands were gently holding her dadâs face as she squeals, and satoruâs heart soars as he forgets about his beating from a moment ago.
now, that doesnât mean that his dear students donât make fun of him for always losing against his little girl. during one of the recent teasings, he simply huffed, âyou never tried the grip of a baby! tell them, yuuji!â
yuuji shudders as he remembers how long the slap mark lasted, âshe is one hell of a strong baby.â
itâs one thing for panda and nobara to laugh, itâs another for megumi and maki to do so as well. your husbandâs ego simply couldnât take it anymore. he took his baby in his arms and gathered the baby bags, sparing one last glance at his âbulliesâ.
and so your husband dramatically exits the room, âI need my wife! I canât with you people anymore!â
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⊠GIYUU X PREGNANT!READER
cw: none, this is fluff, fem!reader
"you have a wife?!" sanemi yelled.
"youâre lying." obanai mumbled. "thatâs sad."
"tomioka, how sweet!" mitsuri called.
giyuuâs eyes narrowed at rengoku, the bright man just smiled innocently.
"i had no idea they didnât know," he sheepishly said.
as soon as giyuu got back from his mission, the flame hashira informed him that his wife was in the butterfly mansion. something had happened, and she needed to be taken to shinobu. unfortunately, rengoku wasnât known for being quiteâblasted eardrums will do that to a personâso the other hashira in the perimeter got to hear (for the first time) that not only was giyuu NOT single, he was MARRIED.
they ended up following him through the halls, pestering him with questions until they reached the room you stayed in. your husband ignored them like usual, the only thing on his mind being your well being.
his nerves were calmed, however, immediately upon seeing you laying in bed, a smile on your face as you chatted with shinobu.
"how are you feeling?" giyuuâs tone was soft as he blocked you from the prying eyes of the other hashira in the doorway. he made his way towards your side.
"tired." you smiled at him, letting your husband hold your hand and run his thumb over your fingers. "shinobu said it was a false contraction."
"it was caused by stress," your friendâs calming voice said. "makes sense, tomioka, anyone married to you would be on edge."
your husband just grumbled at his friend as you giggled. he then helped you sit up in bed, the blankets falling off to reveal your pregnant stomach to the small audience watching.
"you had sex?!" sanemi screamed.
oblivious to the small mass of people staring at you, sanemiâs outburst startled you, causing you to grab onto your husbandâs haori. he instinctively pulled you close, his soft look switching to a death glare towards the doorway.
"hush!" giyuu seethed at him, finally giving attention to the posse. "sheâs nine months pregnant; shut up."
although listening and lowering his voice, sanemi didnât let his question go unanswered. "youâre not a virgin?"
"go away," giyuu deadpanned. "all of you, go away. now."
"itâs okay, darling," you tried to soothe him. "maybe you should introduce me to your friends."
you felt him tense up at that. he didnât let go of your hand, and he only moved half a step away from you (half of them still couldnât see you), and he spoke with a monotone voice. "this is my wife, y/n. sheâs pregnant with our first child."
the was no verbal reaction from the onlookers, just looks of disbelief from the four of them. it felt like you were an animal in the zoo with the way they were all staring dumbfounded at you.
it took a couple minutes for shinobu and rengoku to get the others out, leaving you and giyuu alone in the room. as soon as the door closed, your husband grabbed your face and peppered kisses all over it, causing you to giggle. he took a seat on the edge of the bed to be closer to you.
"iâm so sorry," he said, kissing your lips. "iâm sorry i wasnât here."
"itâs okay, baby." you let your head rest on his shoulder. "iâm just glad i didnât give birth."
"i would never forgive myself if i was gone for that." giyuuâs hand ran up and down your back comfortingly.
you sigh in relief, turning your head to place a kiss on his neck.
"well now that youâre here, letâs get this baby out of me."
#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#giyuu x reader#giyuu x y/n#giyuu x you#giyuu fluff#demon slayer fluff#demon slayer x you#demon slayer x female reader#demon slayer x y/n#giyuu tomioka x reader#tomioka giyuu x reader#tomioka x reader
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Dumb & Poetic
Summary: You like Logan, but he likes Jean. Right?
Word Count: 6k+
Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x fem!reader
Notes: honestly, this isn't one of my favorites, but i just needed to write it to get it out of my head.
also, this is after the sabrina carpenter song, but this story has no relation to the lyrics whatsoever, i just thought the title was fitting
reader's powers are manipulating atoms (it'll make sense when you read)
warnings/tags: some uses of y/n, pet name (princess, sweetheart), miscommunication, light violence, blood, implied age gap
Even after going on ten missions and counting, you always found yourself nervous. Especially when you were getting onto the Blackbird, clad in your matching suits. The hum of the jetâs engines filled the air, but your mind was on Logan. He sat across from you, legs spread out, arms crossed over his chest, that usual scowl on his face. It was the way he always looked before a mission, but you couldnât help but glance over a little too often.
Ororo slid into the seat next to you, her sharp eyes catching your lingering stare. âYou know,â she said softly, leaning over slightly, âif you keep looking at him like that, you might as well say something.â
You blinked, face heating up. âWhat? I wasnâtââ
âOh, please, Y/N,â Ororo chuckled under her breath. âIâm not blind.â
You sighed and slouched back into your seat, fiddling with the straps. âItâs complicated.â
âItâs Logan,â Ororo shrugged. âEverything about him is complicated. But that doesnât mean you should hold back.â
You cast another glance across the cabin at him. Logan was still quiet, staring out the window now, completely unaware of the butterflies flipping around in your stomach. You didnât want to admit it, but Ororo was right. There was something about Logan that made you pause. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to be in his own world, like he was still holding onto things from his past. Or maybe it was because of the way he looked at Jean sometimes, like there was still something unresolved there.
âI donât think heâs over her,â you murmured, feeling the familiar weight of doubt settle in.
âJean?â Ororo raised an eyebrow. âPlease, Jean and Scott are practically married. Logan isnât hung up on her anymore. If anything, heâs just... Logan.â
You nodded, but the doubt still lingered. It was hard to let yourself hope for something that seemed impossible. Besides, Logan saw you as the kid, didnât he? He always called you âprincessâ or âsweetheartâ- terms of endearment, sure, but you figured he used them with everyone.
Before you could dwell on it any longer, Hankâs voice came over the intercom, snapping everyone to attention. âWeâre approaching the target. This should be a routine recon and hopefully data extraction but keep your guard up.â
Logan stood, moving to the front of the cabin. âYou heard him. We get in, get the intel, and get out. No heroics.â
You stood with Ororo, adjusting your gloves and trying to ignore the fact that your heart rate had picked up. It wasnât the mission that had you on edge, but Loganâs presence, the way he effortlessly took command of the room. You hated how easily he affected you.
The Blackbird landed with a soft jolt, and the team moved into action. Logan gave you a nod as you passed, and you swore you saw something in his eyesâconcern? Or maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see.
As the team fanned out, you stayed close to Jean and Scott, your senses heightened. You were supposed to keep it simple, in and out. But things rarely went that smoothly.
A flicker of movement caught your eye just as Jeanâs telepathy brushed against your mind. Y/N, weâre not alone. Be ready.
And then all hell broke loose.
Explosions rocked the compound as enemies swarmed in from every direction. You threw up your hands, quickly manipulating the air around you, converting oxygen molecules to corrosive acids to fend off the attackers. Beside you, Scott fired his optic blasts, and Jeanâs telekinesis sent debris flying.
You ducked behind a large pole of concrete, peeking out at the attackers behind you. âAlchemy, think you can get to the data room and get what we came for?â Hank asked over comms, as he and Logan fought a group of attackers.
You took a deep breath and peeked out at the attackers. "Iâll do my best, Hank," you responded, scanning for a clear path to the data room. The explosions and gunfire made it difficult to focus, but you knew you had to move.
âCover her!â Loganâs voice barked out, and you felt a small surge of determination. He was counting on you. The team was counting on you. It was almost too much pressure to bear.
Ororo and Jean moved to provide cover as you darted toward the entrance of the data room. You manipulated the chemicals in the air around you, creating a thick fog to obscure the attackers' vision, but it wouldnât last long.
You slipped into the room and immediately went to work on the computer, fingers flying over the keyboard. The download started, but it was slow, and you could hear the chaos outside intensifying.
âHurry it up, Alchemy!â Scottâs voice came over the comms, tension clear in his tone.
âAlmost there,â you muttered, eyes glued to the screen. The progress bar crept forward, painfully slow. You glanced over your shoulder, half expecting an attacker to burst through the door at any moment.
A loud crash echoed through the room as part of the hallway imploded, sending dust and debris flying. You ducked, covering your head with your arms as the force of the blast knocked you off balance. The data was still downloadingâjust a few more seconds. But the chaos outside was getting worse.
"Y/N!" Logan's voice crackled through the comms, barely audible over the noise. "Get out of there, now!"
"Almost done!" you yelled back, heart pounding. The progress bar was at 95%. You just needed a little more time.
Another explosion rocked the compound, and you heard Logan shout something to the others. You could hear gunfire and the clash of metal against metal as the team fought off the attackers. Every second felt like an eternity.
"Got it!" you exclaimed as the download completed. You yanked the USB drive from the computer and turned to make your escape. You entered the open area where the rest of the team was fighting, just as part of the ceiling fell. Instinctively, you raised your hands and quickly converted the falling cement into water, which drenched you from head to toe.
You grimaced, pushing your wet hair from your face, but there was no time to focus on the discomfort. The fight was still raging, and Loganâs voice crackled over the comms again, "Princess, get out of there. Now."
âOn my way!â you shouted, breaking into a sprint to rejoin the team. You dodged debris, your heartbeat in your ears, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
As you rounded the corner, Scott called out through comms, âeveryone get dow- â
Before you could react or shield yourself, a blast came from all around you, an explosion of some kind. You watched as Logan tackled Jean to the ground, shielding her. It was instinctual, he was only protecting a teammate, and Jean was the closest one to him. At least, thatâs what you told yourself to feel better.
You hit the ground hard, your body skidding across the concrete before colliding with a pile of debris. Pain exploded in your side as you groaned, gasping for breath. Dazed, you tried to push yourself up, but your vision swam.
Your hand came down to your side, fingers grazing the sticky warmth on your glove. It wasnât the water from earlierâyou knew that now. The sharp pain spreading through your body confirmed it. You blinked, vision blurring for a second, but your focus quickly snapped back as your instincts kicked in.
"Princess, come in! Y/N!" Loganâs voice crackled over the comms, but it sounded distant, like he was yelling from the other side of a tunnel.
âIâm fine,â you groaned, struggling to push yourself to your feet. Your side screamed in protest, but you forced yourself to ignore it. You couldnât afford to be down for long. Not when everything around you was falling apart.
You looked up to see Logan pulling Jean to her feet, his eyes scanning the battlefield before locking onto you. For a split second, his eyes widened, and then his expression darkened.
âStay where you are,â Logan barked, already moving toward you, cutting through the debris and chaos like a force of nature. His claws were out, gleaming even in the dim light, but it wasnât the enemies he was focused on. It was you.
âIâm fine,â you repeated, though the words felt weaker this time. The pain was growing worse, and you stumbled as you tried to take a step forward.
Logan was in front of you in an instant, his hands on your shoulders, steadying you before you could fall. âYouâre not fine,â he growled, his voice low and rough. He looked down at your side, and his lips pressed into a tight line. âYouâre bleeding.â
âItâs just a scratch,â you lied, even as the pain in your side flared again, making it harder to breathe. You tried to step back, to shake off his hands, but Logan wouldnât let you move.
âYou are not fine,â Logan repeated, his eyes dark as they focused on the piece of metal lodged in your side. His hand hovered over it, the blood seeping from the wound making his jaw clench.
âLogan, seriously,â you breathed out, trying to keep your voice steady. âIâm fine. Itâs nothing.â
You tried to brush him off, to act like the sharp, burning pain radiating from your side wasnât there, but Loganâs hands didnât move from your shoulders. His grip was firm, almost like he was grounding you.
âStop lying to me, Princess,â he growled softly, his eyes flicking from your face to the metal in your side. âItâs not nothing. I can smell the blood.â
The way he said it made your face flush, and for a second, you didnât know what to say. He wasnât just annoyed; he was worried. It was written all over his face, in the tension of his body, in the way his claws were still out, ready to strike at anything that came near.
âLogan- â you started, but he cut you off.
âDonât move,â he ordered, his voice low but commanding. âIâm getting this out.â
He knelt down in front of you, his large hands gently holding your waist. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine despite the situation. You bit your lip, trying to focus on something- anything- other than the way his hands felt on you.
âThis is gonna hurt,â he warned, glancing up at you. His eyes softened just a bit, as if he was trying to reassure you.
âIâll be fine,â you muttered, though the knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach. It wasnât the pain you were worried about.
Logan gave you a quick nod, then, with a sharp tug, he pulled the metal shard from your side. You bit down on a groan, your vision blurring for a moment as the pain shot through you. The wound was deeper than youâd realized, and the blood quickly soaked through your suit.
âDamn it,â Logan muttered under his breath, pressing his hand against your side to try and stop the bleeding. âWe need to get you back to the jet. Youâre losing too much blood.â
âI can handle it,â you said through gritted teeth, trying to stand up straighter. âWe still have enemies out there. Iâm not leaving the fight.â
Loganâs eyes narrowed. âThe hell you arenât.â
You tried to argue, but the pain flared again, and your vision swam. You stumbled, and Logan caught you easily, pulling you against him.
âStubborn,â he muttered, his voice close to your ear now. âYouâre as bad as me.â
âI learned from the best,â you said, trying to force a smile through the pain. But it was hard to keep the act up when your body was screaming at you to lie down, to rest.
Loganâs grip tightened on you, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into him. His body was solid and warm, and despite the chaos around you, there was something comforting about his presence.
âWeâre getting you back to the jet, sweetheart,â Logan said, his voice soft but firm. âYouâre not staying out here like this.â
âBut- â you started to protest, but Logan cut you off again.
âNo âbuts,â princess. Youâre hurt. Let the rest of us handle it.â
Before you could argue again, he gently but firmly hoisted you up into his arms. The movement made your side burn, but you were too stunned by the fact that Logan was carrying you to care.
âLogan, put me down,â you said, your face heating up in embarrassment. âI can walk.â
âNot happening,â he grunted, his arms strong and steady around you. âYou can yell at me later if you want. Right now, weâre getting you patched up.â
You looked up at him, your heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. His face was set in that familiar scowl, but there was something else in his eyes. Concern? Maybe even fear?
âLogan, Iâm fine,â you tried again, but your voice was weaker this time. The truth was, you were exhausted. The adrenaline was fading, and the pain was becoming harder to ignore.
Logan didnât respond, his jaw tight as he carried you through the debris and chaos. You caught sight of Ororo and Scott still fighting off the last of the enemies, and Jean was using her telekinesis to hold back another explosion.
âY/N, are you alright?â Jeanâs voice cut through the noise, her eyes widening as she saw you in Loganâs arms.
âSheâs hurt,â Logan said, not stopping as he headed for the jet. âIâm getting her out of here.â
Jean looked like she wanted to protest, but she gave a quick nod, her focus shifting back to the battle. âGo. Weâll finish up here.â
As Logan carried you back to the Blackbird, you couldnât help but glance up at him again. His face was still set in that determined, protective expression, and your heart did another flip.
This wasnât just about the mission anymore. There was something else between you two, something you had been too scared to admit to yourself. But now, with Logan holding you close, the weight of his concern for you pressing down on your heart, it was impossible to ignore.
So, for now, you let yourself enjoy the warmth of him around you, lingering in it for as long as you could. Because you knew this is the closest you were ever going to get to him holding you like he cared.
---
You blinked, hearing muffled arguing coming from outside the medbay, Jean coming over to your side. âHey, there. Youâve been out for a day.â
âA day?â You asked, your voice hoarse.
âYou sustained significant blood loss, but luckily the metal didnât hit any organs, or it would be a much different story,â Jean said gently, her eyes watching you with concern.
You blinked a few times, your head still foggy from the whole ordeal. âA day? Iâve been out for a day?â
Jean nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. âYouâre tougher than you think, Y/N. You just need to rest.â
You sighed, glancing around the medbay. The arguing from outside caught your attention again. Jean seemed to notice it too, her expression turning slightly more serious.
âLoganâs been a little... on edge since you were brought back,â she said carefully.
Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Logan. You tried not to let it show, but youâd always been bad at hiding your feelings. Jean gave you a small, knowing smile.
âDonât worry about him. He just- well, you know Logan.â
You chuckled softly, though it hurt to do so. âYeah, I know Logan.â
Jean gave you a sympathetic look, her hand resting lightly on your arm. âHeâs been worried. More than usual.â
You raised an eyebrow. âMore than usual?â
Jean nodded. âYou know how he gets. All gruff and âI donât care,â but itâs just a front. He was pacing outside the medbay the entire time we were patching you up.â
The idea of Logan pacing, stressed about you, felt both strange and oddly comforting. It was hard to imagine him being that concerned over anyoneâlet alone you.
The door to the medbay creaked open, and Loganâs familiar, rugged form stepped inside. His eyes immediately locked on you, his expression unreadable, but there was something in the set of his jaw that told you he was angry. And worried.
Jean gave you a quick smile and a soft pat on your arm before standing. âIâll give you two some space.â
As Jean left, the room fell into an awkward silence. Logan stood by the door for a moment, arms crossed, not moving. His eyes scanned you, probably taking in the bandages, the way you were still propped up on the medbay bed, looking a little worse for wear.
âHey,â you said quietly, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. âIâm fine.â
âLike hell you are,â Logan muttered, walking over to your bed with heavy steps. He didnât sit, just loomed at the foot of the bed, arms still crossed, his expression a mix of frustration and something else you couldnât quite place.
You blinked up at him, trying to push past the discomfort. âIâm fine, really. Jean said Iâm tougher than I think.â
âYeah, and youâre also reckless,â Logan shot back, his voice rough. âYou almost got yourself killed out there, Princess.â
Your stomach twisted at his words, and you looked away, fiddling with the blanket. You liked it when he called you that, but at the same time it almost felt like he still saw you as a kid. âI didnât mean to. I was just doing my job.â
Logan let out a sharp breath, and for a second, you thought he was going to start yelling at you. Instead, he sighed and finally sat down on the chair next to your bed. He rubbed a hand over his face, looking tired.
âI know you were doing your job,â Logan said, his voice quieter now. âBut you gotta be more careful. I thoughtââ He cut himself off, his jaw clenching as he stared at the floor. âI thought I lost you.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the way he said it, like the very idea of you being gone was unbearable to him. You swallowed, unsure of what to say. Youâd never seen Logan like thisâso raw, so vulnerable.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. âI didnât mean to make you worry.â
Logan glanced up at you, his eyes softening just a bit. âYou scared the hell outta me, sweetheart.â
The nickname sent a familiar warmth through your chest, but this time it wasnât just the usual flustered feeling. There was something more behind it, something deeper that youâd never allowed yourself to believe was possible.
âI didnât mean to,â you repeated, feeling small under his gaze. âI just... I wanted to do my part.â
Loganâs expression softened even more, and he leaned back in his chair, letting out a long breath. âI get that. Youâre tough, Princess. But youâre also important. To the team... and to me.â
You blinked, your heart pounding. Did he just say that? Did LoganâLogan, of all peopleâjust admit you were important to him? Your mind was racing, trying to process what he meant, but before you could say anything, Logan stood up abruptly, like he regretted letting those words slip.
âYou need rest,â he said, his voice gruff again as he turned toward the door. âIâll make sure no one bothers you.â
Logan left the medbay, leaving you alone with the beeping machines.
---
A few days later you were released from the medbay and told to take it easy by Jean. Which you took to heart, perhaps a little too much.
You stayed in your room, only leaving at abnormal times to get food and water since you didnât want to run into Logan. After all, you were young, practically a child to him, and all you wanted was for your crush on him to fade away like so many others did before.
Thatâs what you kept telling yourself. It didnât make the ache in your chest any easier to handle. Your crush on Logan had always been this quiet thing, something you never intended to act on. But now, after everything, it felt like it had grown louder, more noticeable. And that scared you.
You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed, idly fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Maybe you just needed to... talk to him. Be normal again. Youâd been friends before, hadnât you? It wasnât like he knew how you felt, anyway.
Just as you were considering going for a walk to clear your head, there was a knock at your door. You froze.
âY/N?â Ororoâs voice came from the other side, soft but steady. âYou in there?â
You quickly got up, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Ororo stood there, arms crossed, giving you that lookâlike she knew exactly what was going on with you. It was unnerving, how she always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone emotionally.
âHey,â you greeted, trying to sound casual. âWhatâs up?â
Ororo raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt at nonchalance. âYouâve been hiding.â
You blinked. âI havenât been hiding.â
Ororo gave you a look. âPlease. I havenât seen you at meal times, and Loganâs been extra grumpy. Itâs not hard to put two and two together.â
You felt your face heat up. âLoganâs grumpy all the time.â
âHeâs more grumpy than usual,â Ororo said, stepping into your room and closing the door behind her. âHeâs been asking around. Wants to know why youâre avoiding him.â
Your heart skipped a beat. âHe said that?â
Ororo nodded, leaning against your desk. âHe wonât admit itâs bothering him, but it is. Whatâs going on?â
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you sat back down on the bed. âI just... I donât know, okay? Things got weird after the mission, and I needed space.â
âLogan didnât do anything wrong,â Ororo pointed out gently.
âI know,â you mumbled. âItâs not him. Itâs me.â
Ororo tilted her head, studying you for a moment before sitting beside you on the bed. âYouâre worried about how he sees you, arenât you?â
You swallowed, nodding slowly. âI mean, kinda of. He doesnât see me in the way I see him, yâknow?â
Ororo gave you a knowing look, her lips quirking up slightly. "And how do you see him?"
You hesitated, feeling your face heat up again. "I... I donât know. It's just... heâs Logan. Heâs been through so much, seen so much, and Iâm just⊠me. The kid who got lucky with mutant powers and likes chemistry too much."
Ororo smiled gently, shaking her head. "Youâre selling yourself short, Y/N. You're a lot more than that. And Logan sees it."
You opened your mouth to protest, but Ororo held up a hand. "Iâm not saying he knows exactly what he's feeling, but he's not as oblivious as you think. And trust me, the way heâs been acting lately, itâs clear youâre important to him."
You sighed, flopping back on the bed. "Maybe, but itâs not like that. It canât be. Heâs Loganâhe doesnât do the whole feelings thing."
Ororo chuckled softly. "Youâd be surprised. Heâs more in tune with his feelings than he lets on. Heâs just⊠not used to showing them."
You frowned up at the ceiling. "Then why does it feel like Iâm the only one getting all messed up over this?"
Ororo stood up, crossing her arms as she looked down at you. "Because youâre thinking too much, Alchemy. Maybe you should try talking to him instead of hiding."
"Iâm not hiding!" you protested weakly.
"Uh-huh," Ororo said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, hiding or not, heâs not going to let this go. Loganâs stubborn like that."
You groaned, pulling a pillow over your face. "Great. Thatâs exactly what I need."
Ororo chuckled again. "Just⊠talk to him. It might help. You canât avoid him forever."
You sighed, peeking out from under the pillow. "Yeah, yeah. Iâll think about it."
Ororo smiled softly before heading toward the door. "Good. And Y/N?"
You looked up at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Give yourself a little more credit," Ororo said gently. "Youâre not just some kid to him. He cares about you. Maybe more than either of you realizes."
Before you could respond, she slipped out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughtsâand the knot of nervousness growing in your stomach.
---
The next day, you were wandering through the mansionâs empty halls after lunch. You werenât hiding per se, but you were definitely avoiding a certain someone. Ororoâs words kept echoing in your mind, and you couldnât shake the feeling that she was right. Talking to Logan was probably the only way to clear this weird tension between you, but the thought of actually doing it made you want to curl up and disappear.
As you turned a corner, lost in thought, you almost walked straight into him.
"Whoa, easy there, Princess," Loganâs gruff voice startled you as he steadied you with a hand on your arm. "Where you off to in such a hurry?"
You froze, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I-I wasnâtâuh, just wandering."
Logan raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical but amused. "Youâve been âjust wanderingâ a lot lately."
You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. This was it. The moment youâd been dreading. He was right here, and there was no avoiding him now.
Logan sighed, his hand still resting lightly on your arm. "Youâve been avoiding me, sweetheart."
There it was. The thing youâd been trying to dodge. Your heart raced, and you shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze. "I havenât been avoiding you."
Logan huffed, his expression softening a little. "I ainât stupid, Y/N. You havenât been around much since the mission. Whatâs goinâ on?"
You swallowed hard, feeling your palms start to sweat. "Itâs nothing. I just... needed some space. Thatâs all."
Logan narrowed his eyes slightly, studying you. "Space from me?"
You looked down at your shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting. "Not exactly. I just... things got a little weird, okay?"
"Weird how?" Loganâs voice was still rough, but there was a hint of something gentler beneath it. Concern, maybe?
You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. How were you supposed to explain that the reason youâd been avoiding him was because your stupid crush had spiraled into something much more confusing and intense? You couldnât just blurt that out. Could you?
Loganâs grip on your arm tightened slightly, and he took a step closer, his voice low. "Talk to me, sweetheart. Whatâs goinâ on?"
You felt a lump form in your throat as you glanced up at him. He was so close now, and the familiar warmth in his eyes was making it hard to think straight.
"I just... I didnât want to make things awkward between us," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.
Logan frowned, his brow furrowing. "Why would things be awkward?"
You swallowed, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "Because I... I care about you, Logan. A lot. And I know you donât feel the same way because you still like Jean- â
Logan's frown deepened, and he shook his head almost immediately. "Jean? Whatâre you talkinâ about?"
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you bit your lip, feeling suddenly embarrassed. "I mean, I just assumed... everyone knows you used to have feelings for her, and itâs fine, really. I get it. I just didnât want to make things weird byâ"
"Y/N," Logan cut you off, his voice firm but not unkind. He stepped closer, his gaze locking with yours. "I ainât thinkinâ about Jean like that anymore."
You blinked, caught off guard. "Youâre not?"
Logan shook his head again, a hint of frustration slipping through. "No, sweetheart. Thatâs done with. Itâs been done with for a while."
Your mind raced, trying to process what he was saying. If he wasnât still hung up on Jean, then... What did that mean? Why had he been acting so tense around you?
"Then why have you been so... distant?" you asked softly, your voice wavering. "Youâve been acting weird too, Logan. Itâs not just me."
Logan looked down for a moment, rubbing the back of his neckâa rare sign of discomfort from him. When he spoke again, his voice was a little gruffer. "Iâve been... tryinâ to figure some stuff out, alright?"
"Figure what out?" you pressed gently, taking a step closer to him now. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest, but you didnât back down. "Logan, just talk to me."
He sighed, his eyes meeting yours again, and for a second, you saw something vulnerable flash through his expressionâsomething raw. He was quiet for a beat before he finally spoke.
"After that mission," he said slowly, his voice low, "when I saw you get hurt... somethinâ in me snapped. I couldnât... I couldnât handle it, Y/N. The thought of losinâ you like thatâ" He broke off, his jaw tightening, and you could see the tension in his shoulders. "Iâve been through a lotta shit in my life. Seen people come and go. But you? The idea of you beinâ goneâit messed me up more than I thought it would."
You stood there, staring at him, trying to absorb what he was saying. He wasnât just talking about the mission anymore. This was more than that.
"Logan..." you whispered, feeling a knot form in your throat. "I didnât know youâ"
"I didnât know it either," he interrupted, his voice rough but sincere. "I didnât know I felt like this âtil it hit me. I care about you, Princess. More than I care to admit, sometimes. And I ainât exactly good at this... feelings thing, yâknow that."
Your breath caught in your throat. You didnât know what to say, and for a moment, you were convinced youâd misheard him. Logan cared about you? Like that? It felt surreal.
"You... you care about me?" you asked cautiously, your voice small.
Logan huffed, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but there was a softness in his eyes that you hadnât seen before. "Hell yeah, I do. Iâve been tryinâ to push it down for a while now, but it ainât workinâ. Not anymore."
You stared at him in disbelief, your pulse racing. "But... Iâm justâ"
"Donât even start with that âIâm just meâ bullshit," Logan cut you off again, his tone more serious. "You ainât âjustâ anything, Y/N. Youâre smart, tough as nails, and youâve got a good heart. You matter to me. And not in some âkid sisterâ kinda way either, if thatâs what youâre thinkinâ."
Your cheeks flushed, and your heart skipped a beat. He was being so direct, so honest, and it left you completely speechless.
Logan shifted a little closer, his gaze softening even more as he looked down at you. "I donât know when it happened, but it did. You got under my skin, sweetheart. And as much as I tried to ignore it... I canât."
You swallowed hard, your mind spinning. This was really happening. Loganâgruff, stoic Loganâwas telling you that he had feelings for you. And for the first time, you didnât feel like a kid around him. You felt like someone who mattered, someone he saw.
"I..." you started, your voice shaking a little. "I didnât think youâd ever... I mean, Iâve had feelings for you for a while now, but I just figuredâ"
Logan chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to brush your cheek gently. The touch was gentle, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "You figured wrong, Princess."
You blinked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he was looking at youâit wasnât just teasing or friendly banter. It was something deeper, something real. You couldnât believe this was actually happening.
âI-I donât know what to say,â you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. âI thought I was just⊠I donât know, bothering you or something.â
Loganâs hand lingered near your face, his thumb brushing your cheek softly. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the sincerity in them, the raw emotion he wasnât hiding anymore. âYou ainât a bother, sweetheart. Far from it. And if Iâve been actinâ like I donât care, thatâs on me. But I do care. A lot.â
Your breath caught in your throat. His touch, his wordsâit was all too much, too overwhelming. Youâd been crushing on Logan for what felt like forever, and now he was standing here, telling you he felt the same way. It didnât feel real.
âLogan, IâŠâ You started, but your words trailed off as his hand slid down to your neck, his rough palm warm against your skin. The way he was looking at you, the intensity in his gaze, made it impossible to think straight.
âStop thinkinâ so hard,â Logan murmured, his voice low and rough. âJust⊠be here. With me.â
Your heart pounded as you met his eyes, your stomach doing flips. You didnât even realize youâd been holding your breath until you let it out in a shaky exhale. âOkay.â
For a moment, everything felt like it slowed downâthe air between you humming with tension. Logan leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, and you could feel his breath warm against your lips. It felt like time had stopped, like nothing else in the world mattered but this moment.
Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the small distance between you and pressed your lips to his.
Logan responded instantly, his hand moving to cup the back of your head as he kissed you with a kind of intensity that made your knees weak. It wasnât slow or hesitantâit was rough, urgent, like heâd been holding back for too long and couldnât anymore.
You kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his chest, gripping his shirt as you melted into him. His lips were warm and slightly chapped, and the way he kissed you sent a shock of electricity through your entire body. It was everything youâd imagined and more.
Loganâs free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him until there was no space left between your bodies. You could feel the strength in him, the raw power that he usually kept under tight control, but there was also a tenderness in the way he touched you, like he was afraid of hurting you.
The kiss deepened, and for a moment, you lost yourself in himâin the way he tasted, the way he smelled like leather and pine, the way his hands moved over your body like he couldnât get enough of you.
When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Loganâs hands were still on you, one tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist like he didnât want to let go.
âDamn,â he muttered, his voice low and rough. âYou really are somethinâ, Princess.â
You laughed softly, feeling a little dizzy from the kiss, from everything. âYouâre not so bad yourself, Wolverine.â
Logan smirked, brushing his thumb over your cheek again. âCouldâve told me sooner, yâknow. Saved me a lotta trouble.â
You rolled your eyes, still grinning. âYeah, well, you couldâve said something too. You had me thinking I was crazy this whole time.â
He huffed a laugh, his eyes softening as he looked at you. âGuess weâre both idiots then.â
You bit your lip, still trying to process everything. Youâd kissed Logan. Actually kissed him. And heâd kissed you back. It felt like a dream, like any second now you were going to wake up and realize none of this had happened.
But it had. He was still here, his arms around you, his eyes on you, his lips still tingling from the kiss. And for the first time in a long time, you didnât feel nervous or uncertain around him. You felt⊠right.
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Today was very sunny so I went on a nice long walk in the woods with Pirlouit, to stock up on kindling for the winter. He was walking jauntily, I think he really does enjoy going on little missions with his baskets! Now and then I tied him to a tree surrounded by enough vegetation to keep him busy for a bit, and I gathered wood all around him while singing to him. Avec le soleil et le vent âȘ avec la pluie et le beau temps â« on vivait bien contents âȘ mon Ăąne, ma Provence et moi â« (Technically this song says cheval, not Ăąne, but I always replace the word horse with donkey so my songs are more interesting to him. The only donkey songs I know are very sad, like Le petit Ăąne gris which ends with "Poor beast of burden, abandoned by men, he died without a farewell", I can't possibly sing this to Pirlouit. He already has a resting sad face that he can't do anything about.)
I heard leaves crunching behind us, a few times. Steps. Discreet steps. I turned around, looking for the deer who was apparently following us from a distance.
^ Do you see her? Right in the middle. I saw her immediately, but only because I have had so much practice.
Hello, Pampérigouste.
Sometimes all she wants is to be witnessed. "Aha, do you see me? I'm out of my pasture!! You lost! Look at me" and then I'm like "I see you, Pampe. Wow!! How ever did you fool me again?" and she goes home, having ticked this off her Sunday morning to-do list.
But today she wanted to play. Instead of going home she kept trotting away from me in the direction of the road; this hilarious game is known as "Can you catch me before I'm on the road? :)"
I did not want to play. I had wood to gather, and Pirlouit was still tied to his tree and he hates being left behind, like a poor beast of burden abandoned by men. He was already braying angrily. I decided to wash my hands of Pampe, which sometimes works to make her go home. You need to act supremely uninterested in her for it to work. If you glance back at her she'll assume you're still playing, and continue prancing about in the woods.
I'm great at not glancing back. If Eurydice was my llama I would have saved her no problem. I went back to collecting wood, never paying attention to Pampe, even when Pirlouit turned around and stared in the direction of the road, his ears alert, doing his best to inform me that Pampe was going in this not-allowed direction.
Stop it, Pirou. We're ignoring her. Do you want me to leave you alone again? I bet she'll get bored before she even reaches the road, and if she doesn't, well, godspeed. Someone somewhere will get a free llama and she will be their problem. (I had a busy to-do list of my own for this afternoon so the question of how she escaped from her pasture is a problem for tomorrow-me.)
But then I went home and drafted some Pirlouit photos on tumblr to write a post tonight about our wood-gathering walkâand I read some asks from this week that I hadn't yet got around to reading, and I found this. (@confusedpersonsposts Thank you for sending it!) A wandering llama, terrorising horses. The article says this happened Sunday morning.
(I really love the shade that makes this look like a police lineup)
The second ask said "yesterday" (and was from a few days ago)âbut the first one I saw was the message with the screenshot from the article, which said Sunday morning, which was exactly when I left Pampe walk away by herself and told her to go be someone else's problem.
For a second, in my brain, it made some kind of sense.
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indulge me? â gojo satoru
synopsis you and gojo go on an overnight mission and it goes wrong in every way
contents so. much. pining. (2.8k words of it!?), one bed trope, whipped!gojo, ooc gojo, completely self indulgent, a lot of cardiovascular talk, theyâre first years in this!
notes first time iâve written in AGES. sorry :3 ps this is a little snippet from a satosugu x reader series im thinking about starting. thoughts?
(edit: i wrote a part ii)
Gojo Satoru was born blessed. From birth and to death he will always be honored. It wasn't his fault that the Heavens delighted in him. So when Yaga had announced that he and you would be sharing an overnight mission to Kyushu, he nearly leapt in joy (lucky him)!
You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled to find out that you were going to be traveling alone with Gojo Satoru. For two whole days. It was a death sentence.
âMake sure to text me, so I know you're not dead.â Shoko looks between you and Gojo. Either your head will implode as a result of Gojo, or he is gonna be on the receiving end of your wrath. Shoko canât wait to see which.
âDo take pictures, I heard the onsens there are incredible.â Suguru slyly adds. Satoru perks up at his comment. The two of them share a knowing look before Gojo speaks up.
âWanna take a dip with me once we get there, [Name]?â He looks into your eyes, his lips are quirked upwards like heâs up to no good (which he is). âI promise I wonât take a peek!â He winks.
âKeep fantasizing, Gojo.â
âOh I will.â He hums happily. The smile on his lips is kind of cute, you decide. Just a little.
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Kurokawa, you come to find out is a very small town in Kyushu. So when people start to go missing, the entire town falls into shambles. Before your trip, Yaga had made it known the enemy youâd be facing.Â
âA common denominator of the missing persons is that they were all young women.â He had warned you and Gojo. âItâs an unidentified curse, but I trust that the two of you will be able to handle it.â
Three missing girls. All under the age of 25. Two of which were locals, one being a tourist.Â
The moment you arrive on the island of Kyushu, your guard is higher than ever. This doesnât go unnoticed by Gojo.
âDonât tell me youâre scared of some horny curse,â He looks down at you as the two of you make your way down a small street to your ryokan. Kurokawa was a traditional town, its pride resting on the old culture causing it to be untouched by modern architecture.
Unamused by his nonchalant attitude, you decide to ignore his vulgar comment, âWhat grade curse do you think weâre up against?â
He makes a noise to show that heâs thinking. âDoes it really matter? Itâll be no match for me either way.â
You roll your eyes, âDonât get ahead of yourself, we still have to figure out what happened to the victims.â
âI donât see why thatâs necessary, but okay.â Your snow haired peer dismisses. It makes you a bit envious that he doesnât have to ever feel fear for his life. Must be nice.
The two of you arrived at your designated ryokan soon enough, it was a small town after all. Gojo leads the way with you following right after. You canât discern any cursed energy in the building, but you still make a mental note to ask Gojo about it after you both are situated.Â
An elderly lady in an orange kimono stood behind the desk, smiling at you and you returned it back happily.
âItâs been a while since Iâve seen a young couple here.â She says. Thatâs right, with the recent disappearance of young girls, there would be a sudden decrease of tourism around this part of town. âYou certainly are a beautiful match!â
You gratefully accept her compliment, âThank you, but weâre notââ
âThanks granny!â Gojo wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. âI donât know how I even managed to win her over!â Thereâs a wide grin on his face that makes your eye twitch. Leave it to him to tell people the two of you were together. Not only that but he totally disrespected the old lady with his informal talk!
âUnhand me, you!â You forcefully whisper at him, while trying to unwrap yourself from his hold. His arm does not budge even as you try to push it off. What the hell is this boy eating? Gojo chuckles with the old lady while you struggle.
âMy, the two of you remind me so much of my husband and I in the days of our youth,â She sighs dreamily. Her age must be interfering with her memory because there was nothing inherently romantic going on between you and Gojo. âHow long will you be staying here?â
âOnly one night,â Gojo decides that he has tormented you enough and lets you go. He slides her his card and she pulls out something from the old wooden counter she stands behind.Â
A single key.
Your eyes bug out. Gojoâs eyebrows raise. You laugh nervously, face feeling warmer than it was thirty seconds ago.
âThere must have been a misunderstanding. We need two rooms, maâam.â You hold up two fingers to emphasize your point.Â
The smile on the old womanâs face falls, âIâm afraid I cannot do that.â Your jaw drops.
âHuh? Why not?â You press on further. Surely they could not have been booked out of all of their rooms. Tourism is at an all time low after the strange disappearances.
âIâm sure youâve heard of the strange disappearances in the area. Itâs a miracle the two of you have even decided to stay here, which I am very grateful for. That is why I must repay you back by ensuring your safety. Otherwise I must ask you to leave and stay in the next town because I will not allow you to endanger yourself so carelessly.âÂ
You blink. Neighboring town? That was hours away. The curse was here in Kurokawa. You canât afford to jeopardize a mission just because of your own feelings.
Gojoâs hand is halfway to the key, but he waits for your approval. You sigh.
âItâs fine, we can do one. Thank you.â You bow your head. She smiled apologetically as she handed Gojo the key. Gojo, unbothered by the revelation, whistles happily as the lady leads the way to your suite.
â â â â â â âÂ
operation satoru x [name]!!!!
Gojosatowu added getosugu, shoko.ieiri
Gojosatowu You wont believe it!!! shoko.ieiri What the hell is this gc And what the hell is Operation satoru x [name]? getosugu how come [name] isnât in this? Gojosatowu Ladies, ladies, one question at a time please getosugu Expect a forehead flick for that comment shoko.ieiri Stfu and just answer the questions Gojosatowu alright alright [name] and i are sharing a room in kyushu!! i may come out of this mission a changed man. shoko.ieiri someone make sure [name] is still alive and well Gojosatowu I dont appreciate your lack of faith in me >:( shoko.ieiri Keep a six feet distance from her at all times perv Gojosatowu I might have to for my own sanity. What do you think she wears to bed? shoko.ieiri You disgust me sometimes getosugu Only sometimes? shoko.ieiri Let me correct myself. You disgust me. Gojosatowu Im feeling the love :(
âWhat are you giggling to yourself about?â You place a hand on your hips as you watch Gojo smile at his flip phone.
âOh donât you worry about it,â He closes it. Weird. âWhatâs the living situation?â
You sigh. âDespite its traditional arrangement, there is a bed.â
Gojo perks up. âYeesh Iâm glad! If I had to sleep on the floor my back would be all sore right on a mission. Y'know how annoying that is?â
You suck your teeth. âAllow me to rephrase myself. There is only one bed.âÂ
There is an awful silence in the room, save for your erratically beating heart. Of course the old woman decided to place you in a coupleâs suite.ïżœïżœÂ
âHeh.â Gojo chortles happily. âWow, this must be a divine sign from God Himself. I mean, who are we to ignore this?â
âDonât start,â You hold out an accusatory finger at him. âIâm gonna go request an extra futon.â
He pouts, âDonât be like that, sharing a bed with me canât be that bad.â
âIâm willing to bet otherwise.â You walk past him. The white haired boy watches you go like a sad puppy.
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You took your time getting an extra futon, using it as an excuse to get all of the nervousness out of your system of sharing the same room as Gojo Satoru. Sharing a room with a boy was already bad enough, but Gojo? Your heart skipped a beat (out of nervousness, you insist!).
By the time you make it back to the room, the lights are out. You assume that Gojo decided to go to sleep early. You donât blame him. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day of hunting for the curse rampaging Kurokawa.Â
The only light source in the room is coming from the bathroom. You sigh. The idiot mustâve forgotten to turn it off. Nonetheless, you were gonna go get unready either way so you make your way to the half open door.
On the sink is a complimentary toothbrush that you help yourself to. You apply some paste andâ
There is a sound of something sliding shut from behind you. You look up at the mirror. Standing behind you was Gojo. Wet. And naked.Â
âOh my gosh!â You spit out your toothpaste and ran out of the room. How did you fail to see that Gojo was in the restroom? You blame it on the sliding doors separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Oh my gosh. Your face feels like itâs on fire. He has a six pack. And why does his stupid hair look like that when it's wet? Your heart was beating at an abnormal rate. This is so inappropriate.
Shortly after your freakout, Gojo steps out of the bathroom. There was no way you could face him now.
âAw, don't be so shy now. Itâs not like this will be the last time youâll see me like this.â Gojo stands in the doorway. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving him indecent in your eyes.
âI donât like what youâre insinuating Gojo! And lock the door when youâre in the restroom you creep!â You look anywhere but him.
âHey, it wasnât my fault, was it? You were taking so long I thought you left me here alone.â You can practically hear him pouting. âEither way, you were the one checking me out.â
Your eyes widen, âI was not checking you out! Donât flatter yourself.â
âDonât feel ashamed, this can all be yours,â He gestures down to his body.
âYou freak.â you blanch.
He winks at you.
This was going to be a long night.
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It takes you about half an hour to calm down from the bathroom catastrophe. By now, youâre situated in your futon while Gojo is tucked on the bed. If you had to guess, itâd be nearing midnight around now. You just need to close your eyes and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow.
Except you canât sleep.
Every time you close your eyes, your mind betrays you and an image of Gojo post shower illustrates itself in your mind. And it doesnât help that he sleeps shirtless. You seriously need your mind cleansed.
That wasnât your only issue. The room was sub zero. Who knew traditional ryokans had such advanced air conditioning systems? All you could hear was the air conditioning machine overworking itself. You could even argue that it was colder than Shokoâs morgue. And your sleep shirt and shorts were doing little to help insulate you.Â
âWanna come cuddle with me?â The last person you wanted to hear from breaks the silence. You pretend to be asleep. âI know youâre not asleep! My six eyes tell me that youâre shivering.â Busted.
âI am not cuddling with you.â You stare at the ceiling above you, arms crossed. How could he even propose such an idea? Has he no shame?
âWell I canât face the old granny here if my girlfriend ends up dead by freezing!â
âI am not your girlfriend, Gojo. Nor will I die.â
âThatâs not what she thinks. Plus we have a mission tomorrow, so I canât have you getting sick on me now.â
âIâll be fine, Gojo. Now go to sleep.â
âI run hot when I sleep, yâknow. Let me be your personal heater.â You donât have to see his face to know that heâs grinning.
âI refuse.â
âWell I refuse your refusal.â
You blink.
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me. Now c'mon,â He pats the spot next to him. âIâll even make a wall in between us.â
You hear the bedsheets shuffle and you have to sit up to see that Gojo was stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed to prove his point. Youâre nearly certain that the only thing youâll be catching soon is a headache if you keep up with his antics. It was a tempting offer, one that you would surely accept if it wasnât Gojo Satoru.
âGojo, Iââ
â...Please?â His voice is softer than you have ever heard it. It was unfair how Gojo was making it harder and harder to reject his offer.
A silent moment passes by.
â...Fine,â You reluctantly get up from your pathetic excuse of a futon. âBut no funny business!â You warn him.Â
You see Gojo perk up from the bed. He looks at you with expectant eyes, âYou got it!â He gives you a thumbs up.Â
Whatever. If Gojo knew what was best for him, he wouldnât try anything. You take in a deep breath before turning to face the opposite direction of where Gojo laid.Â
âGood night [Name],â You hear Gojo whisper. You sigh.
âYeah, yeah, goodnight Gojo.â
Eyes closed, you pray a silent prayer that everything will be fine for the remainder of the mission.
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Ever since Gojo was young, his body has been used to getting little amounts of sleep. Unsurprisingly, that caused him to have a natural alarm. It was always annoying whenever he woke up at the crack of dawn on a day when he didn't need to, but luckily for him, today it proved to be a blessing. There was an unfamiliar warmth radiating onto his body. Satoru opens his eyes.
He thinks he feels all of his six eyes widen when he feels himself wrapped around another body.
There you were, in all your beauty, lying fast asleep. In his embrace. Soft snores were escaping your mouth and there were stray hairs in your face. Did he mention how beautiful you looked sleeping? He might have to ask Shoko about heart disease because of how fast his heart was beating.
Unfortunately for him, you also seemed to be drifting away from dreamland and back to reality. Your eyes flutter and your eyebrows furrow. Gojo takes this to his advantage and does the worst thing he can think of; pretend to be asleep.
When you wake up, your mind is still hazy from the good nightâs rest you had gotten, but not hazy enough to realize that your body was tangled with anotherâs. And youâre pretty sure the pillow you had been laying on last night was not this hard. You try to delude yourself into believing that this is all a dream, but the effects of your sleep were fading.
It takes all the strength in you to summon the courage to open your eyes. To your horror, you were firmly wrapped in Gojoâs arms and your legs were intertwined.
âWhat the hell?â You pull yourself away from him. On the floor below the bed laid the two pillows that Gojo had set up as a makeshift wall. You stare at them utter shock.
âNo, donât go, Iâll freeze to death,â Gojo whines, miraculously waking up. You glare at him.
âExplain to me what just happened or I swear Gojo, Iâm going toââ You try to threaten him, but you canât seem to formulate anything.
Unlike you, Gojo looked unbothered by the sudden turn of events. He even looked pleased. There was a lopsided smile on his face as he sighed, âWhat can I say, I guess you subconsciously want me after all.âÂ
"I do notâ"
âBut if I had to guess, Iâd say the room got too cold and we most likely cuddled for warmth unconsciously.â He shrugs it off like it was no big deal. You note that his hair is tousled from the night before.
You leave the warm bed you and Gojo had made. His theory was probably true, meaning it was neither of your faults. You purse your lips.
âI suppose that makes sense. I apologize for overreacting, I guess I was under the impression that we had done something lewd last night.â With that comment, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up both your mind and body.
You donât end up seeing how red Gojoâs face got. It was foreign to feel all the blood rising to his cheeks. He takes one of his hands to slap it over his eyes before chuckling to himself. Yeah, he definitely knows why he likes you.Â
All of a sudden Gojo feels like heâs on top of the world. For you, it was just a moment of weakness.
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gojo wished he and you got to go to the onsen together.Â
gojo also regretted not taking a photo of you sleeping soundly in his arms. it wouldâve been his new wallpaper.Â
for the remainder of the trip, gojo was at an all time high, successfully locating and exorcising the curse in less than an hour.
#iâd like to think they had a meet ugly that made him fall head over heels for [name]#[name] also believes her sole purpose on this earth is to humble him hehe#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojou satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#gojou satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojou satoru x y/n#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#kt.writes.·:*šàŒș#i feel like i didnt make gojo mean enough. maybe next time#remember spring days!au
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Not a violent dog | Part 1
Pairing: Logan x fem!Reader
Plot: Back in Wadeâs world Logan meets someone he thought he would never ever see again.
Warnings: slight spoilers for Deadpool 3!!!! mentions of death, angst, cursing, and fluff at the end if you squeeze your eyes at the screen, I havenât written in A WHILE so bear with me
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Wade met you in 2016, while he was staying at the X-Men mansion. You didnât look up from your spot behind the counter when he came into the kitchen, your eyes were observing how the colorful cereal chunks were floating in the brownish milk. It didnât take long for him to ultimately recognize you. âYouâre Y/N!â, he exclaimed loudly, as if he made the discovery of a lifetime:â Cat Claw, was it, right?â You didnât respond, instead, your y/e/colored eyes solely looked up. At the sight of his face, you slightly tilted your head. He immediately began ranting about how he truly believed that you could have had your own franchise if Sony cared enough about women before he made a shiver run down your spine.
âYouâre Loganâs girl, right?â, he asked innocently, however, the next thing Wade knew, was how the bowl of cereal slammed against the wall right next to his face. He didnât flinch, instead, he merely ran his finger down the milk stains before putting them into his mouth:â Oat milk, how responsible of you. We should all take better care of Mother-Earth, con-.â But before he had the chance to end his sentence, you made a few long steps toward him until your faces were only a couple of centimeters apart from one another. âThat is so hot.â, Wade whispered while you studied his burned features.
âDonât you ever take his name into your mouth again, or Iâll cut your tongue out!â
âThatâs even hotter!â
Wade very quickly learned that despite your powers, your inability to die, and your unbelievably harsh persona you carried a lot of heartbreak inside. Things between you and Logan didnât end well. You heard about his death through Charles Xavier, a couple of months after he mysteriously disappeared. And never getting any actual explanation or closure had turned you into a person no one could recognize anymore. You were always angry, short-tempered, and mean like a nervous dog. Because letâs call it by its name: you were beyond hurt. There was no term in the dictionary that could fully define how you felt about the whole situation.
So when Wade came across the other Logan, he eventually brought you up. âYouâre a hero in my world, you know. Everyone idolizes you.â, Wade explained, looking down at the canned food and taking it into his hands:â No wait, scratch that- almost everyone loves you.â
Logan, who was sitting with his back turned to Wade only scoffed:â Whoever that person is, theyâre probably smarter than the rest.â âYeah, maybe.â, he simply replied, looking out of the window:â I mean, she doesnât talk about it. Except for this one time where she was really, really drunk and we sang karaoke togetherâŠit was terrific.â
âShe?â
Wade turned his head:â Yeah, Y/N.â He observed how Logan abruptly tensed up, almost as if the name alone switched on something inside of him:â Say it again.â And for one short second one could've argued that Logan was begging. The sound of his voice was almost vulnerable.
The man in the red outfit blinked a couple of times before he gazed into the open air:â We are about to find out something significant for the plot, guys!â, he whispered excitedly before clearing his throat and turning back to Logan: âY/N, you know- the X-Man. Wasted potential if you ask me, Sony couldâve made so much money off of her. Sheâs really popular with women and girls above the age of 14, I-.â
âCut the bullshit!â, he turned in his chair, eyebrows furrowed:â You are telling me that in your world, she is still alive?â
âWhat a plot twist!â
Turns out, Logan lost his version of you years ago on a mission. âIt was supposed to be an easy one.â, Logan explained, while the two men wandered through the desert-looking realm:â Get into the lab, eliminate the mutant killing weapons, and then leave again-.â He took a deep breath, while his eyes roamed over the uninhabited land. His angry eyes suddenly much softer and sadder:â We thought we killed every guard. The bullet came out of nowhere, and hit her right in the chest.â
Only the sound of the wind cut through the stillness. â We were supposed to get married. Charles had already promised that we would be able to build a home in the woods next to the School. So she could become a teacher⊠she always adored the mutant children that lived there. Said she wanted some of her own one day, with meâŠâ
Wade stared at the ground:â I am sorry.â But Logan shook his head in comeback:â Itâs all good. Thatâs how life is.â
âThatâs what she always says as well.â, Wade muttered under his breath, as the two continued walking:â But I know she's always lying to me.â
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The Newlywed Game
Summary: Youâre forced to play The Newlywed Game with your ex situationship.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F. Reader
Warnings: Angst. Smuttish, but not my usual descriptive smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.
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âI canât.â Thatâs all the explanation you got when Bucky ended your situationship. You were friends with benefits for almost a year. The only rule he had was donât fall in love. He had too much baggage and he never wanted a family. He didnât want anyone to depend on him.
You couldnât blame him, he was traumatized by Hydra. Trapped inside his own body for decades, he was afraid it could happen again. You jumped in head first with him anyways. You were in his bed after every mission, every meeting, every day. You basically lived in his room, not that he would ever admit that. Then one rainy afternoon, you knocked on his door like always. Except this time, he didnât pull you into his warm embrace.
He moved out of the way so you could come in, and immediately you knew something was wrong. You reached for him, ready to console him, desperate for his touch. He had just finished a mission with Sam and heâd been gone for two weeks. You missed him, and he was usually so excited to see you.
When you placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing the scruff that had grown while he was gone, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist removing it. âI canât do this anymore.â His voice was so low you could barely understand. Your eyes narrowed at his words. âHave I done something wrong?â
âThis has gone on for longer than it should have. I canât let it anymore.â Your throat tightens, but you refuse to cry in front of him. You walked out and your relationship with him was never the same. You didnât hang out anymore.
When you were alone, he would leave. He didnât sit beside you during the Friday night movie. He didnât choose you for his partner on game night. The other Avengers didnât know for sure that you were hooking up. You hid it pretty well. They had their suspicions, but neither of you ever confirmed it.
Tony called everyone to the back yard. âWhatâs all this?â Steve asks, pointing to the stage he had set up. âItâs my anniversary tomorrow and Pepper said she always wanted to play the Newlywed Game. So I had this built so we could play.â
âThatâs great, Tony. But who are you all going to play with? Thereâs four set upâs and only two couples.â Steve gestures to Wanda and Vision. âThought about that and Cap, you and Natasha are going to play andâŠ.â He looks at the whole team, everyone looking in different directions trying not to make eye contact. Except for Sharon, who hung around a lot lately. She was getting closer to Bucky, obviously wanting Tony to choose them. You roll your eyes. âBarnes and Y/N. There now we have all our couples. Iâm going to go get Pep, you guys take your spots.â
You look at Bucky,but heâs busy talking to Steve about how ridiculous it is. You hear Sharon agree that he should have chosen someone else. When Pepper comes in, she excitedly claps her hands together. She points to the other teams, âYouâre going down!â She laughs, but you canât help but protest, âThis is rigged! You guys and Wanda and Vision are the only real couples!! How is anyone else supposed to win?â
Tony shoots you a death glare but answers, âCap and Natasha have definitely bumped uglies before. And you and Barnes are close friends. I thought that would make it more fair. But, I do expect to win.â You cross your arms, but accept his answer. Bucky finally looks at you, but itâs not friendly.
Sam comes out, wearing a suit Tony made him wear to host. âIâll explain the rules. You all have a whiteboard, marker, and eraser. I will ask a question and you will write your answer on your boards. If your answer matches your partnerâs you get a point. Iâll eliminate one couple each round until the final tie breaker.â
You take a deep breath. This is hell. But you do know Bucky better than anyone, so as long as he didnât ask any crazy questions, you would be fine. âFirst question. Where is the craziest place you and your partner have had sex?â You freeze. Of course Stark had these wild questions. If you both answered the same, everyone would know that you had hooked up.
You think about lying, but decide the ball should be in Buckyâs court. Youâll answer correctly, and if he doesnât youâll know he doesnât want anyone to know. You quickly scribble your answer, waiting on Sam to call on you. Tonyâs answer is Steveâs room and Pepperâs matched. Everyone laughed while Steve said Tony has to pay for his room to be deep cleaned.
Wanda and Vision both answer âin the air.â Natasha and Steve said a table in the meeting room. You turn your board to reveal your answer and Bucky shows his. You look and see that he has answered correctly. âThe quinjet?! Damn yâall are nasty!â Sam laughs.
Youâre taken back to that moment. You, Bucky, and Bruce were on your way back from a mission. Bruce was driving the quinjet, but activated the mode Tony installed for breaks. As soon as he started snoring, Bucky led you to the bathroom. He took you against the wall, metal hand across your mouth to stifle your moans. It was one of the hottest things youâd ever done. Your suit clung to you in the worst ways after that. His cum dripping down your legs, it was nearly impossible to take off.
The others look at each other in surprise. Scott yells âI told you they were hooking up. No one believed me!â Sharon looks at Bucky so harshly that if looks could kill, heâd be dead. He just shrugs his shoulders. Of course, he would be hooking up with her. Why wouldnât he? She was pretty and it had been three months since he ended things with you.
The next question was âWho hogs the covers more?â Everyone got it right except for Steve and Natasha. She said that wasnât a fair question because they never actually slept when they were together. The round continued with four more questions. At the end, Steve and Natasha were eliminated because they had the least amount of points. The rest of you were tied.
âWhat is your partnerâs pet name for you?â Sam asks. Thatâs easy, âdollâ, you write. When you reveal your answers, Sharon looks furious. That must be what he calls her too. It stings, thinking of them together. You donât have time to dwell on it before Sam asks the next question. âWhat is the highest number of orgasms your partner has given you in one night?â Your eyes widen, you know the answer, but you donât know if he will remember.
Tony and Pepper answer three, Tony grins like the cocky asshole he is. Vision and Wanda answer two. Bucky raises his board, âSix?!â Sam shouts, âHow were you guys fucking this much and nobody knew?â He laughs. The round surprisingly ends with Wanda and Vision getting eliminated.
But youâre busy thinking about that night. Buckyâs head between your thighs for hours. He barely came up for breath. You were sure he would smother, but he insisted. He didnât stop until the sheets were soaked, your legs were shaking so hard, youâd immediately fall if you tried to stand up.
He had you screaming his name all night. When he finally started fucking you, he took his time, pulling another orgasm out of you before going back down for another taste. He finally came with you on top. He had to lift your limp body on him, using you like a sex doll. You couldnât move if you needed too. It was the best sex youâd ever had.
âItâs time for the tie breaker question. Answers donât have to match, the crowd will vote on the most romantic answers.â Sam states. âWhen did you know you were in love?â Tony and Pepper immediately begin writing. Youâre certain youâre going to lose this one. Bucky was never in love with you. You write your answer, deciding to answer truthfully.
Tony and Pepperâs answers make you tear up, they are so in love. You can only hope youâll find that one day. You and Bucky reveal your boards at the same time. You glance at his, his answer knocks the breath out of your lungs because it matches yours. The Avengerâs Barbecue. You lock eyes, his gaze softens as he reads your answer.
Youâll never forget such a pivotal moment in your life. All of the Avengers and Shield agentsâ friends and family were invited to play games, eat, and have a good time. Emily, who helped coordinate your missions brought her husband and three young children. A baby girl, a two year old boy, and a five year old girl. The children were drawn to Bucky. The two older children swung from his metal arm while he held the baby with his other one.
The image made your ovaries explode. You couldnât help imagining how he would be if you had kids. He laughed as they asked him a thousand questions, playing on him like a jungle gym. You knew without a doubt, you were in love.
Bucky took a deep breath when he read your answer. Why was it the same as his? Did you know? Was it a prank you were playing on him? Emilyâs children were entranced with you from the moment they met you. He couldnât blame them, he felt the same. They had played with him for an hour before the food was ready. When Tony told everyone to make a plate, you offered to watch the kids while she and her husband got their food.
Bucky watched as you comforted the crying infant. The two older children sat beside you while you read from a book the girl got from their bag. Bucky knew he was screwed. He could see a life like this so clearly. Your belly round with his baby, while you tended to your other children. He didnât want to admit how badly he wanted that. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was in love with you.
That night he made love to you, it was softer, slower than the other times he touched you. He knew you could tell the difference too. He placed one last kiss to your lips, willing himself to let you go. The next morning, he left for his two week mission with Sam. He convinced himself that it was for the best if he ended things. He didnât want to hurt you. You might be okay with it now, but years later you would regret it.
Youâd realize having the Winter Soldier for a husband wasnât worth everything you would have to go through. Then Sharon started flirting with him after Steve rejected her. He hadnât so much as hugged her, but she acted like she was entitled to him.
Everyone voted for Tony and Pepper to win. They were the real couple and it was their anniversary tomorrow. Tony was going to treat everyone to dinner for being such good sports. You got out of there as soon as it was over. You needed a nap before going to dinner. It was all too much for you. How the hell did you and Bucky make it so far in the game? Why did he have the same answer for the last question? You convince yourself that he knew how you felt.
That night changed everything. The sex was different. If you didnât know better, youâd swear he was making love to you. He had to be messing with your head. Somehow you manage to fall asleep even with your thoughts racing.
You wake up two hours later, just enough time to get ready for dinner. You put on the little black dress Bucky loved. If he wants to play games, bring it on. You apply your perfume when a light knock sounds on your door. You would recognize the knock anywhere. âCome inâ you call. Bucky walks in, his tight black t-shirt hugging him in the best ways.
âHey doll, we need to talk.â You put your earrings in, anger surging through you. âTalk about what? How you were trying to humiliate me up there? How youâre banging Sharon now? Thereâs nothing to talk about. You should just go.â
âHumiliate you? What about me? How did you know the answer to the last question?â He demands, charging toward you. âI answered it truthfully, James. How did you know my answer?â You ask, hands on your hips. âI answered honestly too.â He confesses, his blue eyes sweeping over the swell of your breasts.
âStop lying! I donât see what the point is. We have been over for three months. Why are you doing this?â He shakes his head, âI was telling the truth. I realized I was in love with you when all those kids were sitting in your lap. I could see our life together. And I wanted it, the kids, the white picket fence, the big house, you.â
âBucky, I wanted all that with you too. Seeing you playing with those kids made me realize it too.â You sigh, feeling relieved to finally get it off your chest. His lips crash into yours, hands moving at lightning speed to remove all of your clothing. Youâre under him in seconds, panting against his lips as he rubs himself against you.
Bucky moans as he sinks into you. Heâs always known deep down you were made for him, now he has no choice but to accept it. âIâm so in love with you.â He tells you between thrusts. You claw at his back, his confession almost sends you over the edge. âI am so in love with you, Buck.â You kiss him gently. âSay it again.â He smiles, as you get lost in each other.
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Please don't die | Megumi Fushiguro
Sumarry: Megumi feels his world crumble when he sees Y/n on the brink of death.
Paring: Megumi X Mother figure!Reader | WC: 2.877
A/N: Well, I'm sorry for any mistakes I made here, I'll review it later. This story, the reader is Gojo's wife.
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Megumi feels her body freeze when she sees Y/n's body being thrown by the curse they were facing.
"Y/n-sensei!" He hears Itadori screaming in the background, but all he can pay attention to is Y/n's bleeding body lying unconscious on the floor.
âIt's not your faultâ
Is what she would say to him, and then she would give him that smile that manages to relax his whole body.
Y/n was a special grade sorceress, and to Megumi, she was not only the best sorceress, but also the best person.
She was smart, responsible, loving and just the best mother he could ever have.
"Why didn't you fucking take care of her?"
Megumi thinks, clenching her fists with all her strength.
He never thought he would want Gojo's presence as much as he does now.
As if his legs were moving by themselves, he was running over to Y/n and kneeling beside her body.
"Sensei please wake up." He says rocking her gently.
"Sensei please... please don't die mom." He says crying and rubbing his hand on her face.
If he was a little stronger, if he was faster, he never wanted to fulfill the promise he made with Gojo a few years ago so much.
"Listen Megumi, since we're going to share Y/n, you need to promise me that you'll take care of her with your life." Gojo says looking seriously at the Boy.
"She's strong, I don't think she needs my protection." The boy says with his arms crossed. "She's strong yes, but it turns out she'd rather protect those she loves than herself." Megumi looks at Gojo and sighs
"Okay, I promise to protect her"
And during her lifetime, Megumi saw how right Gojo was, Y/n put herself in danger several times to save him or some of the students, both first and second years.
"They're just kids"
Was what she always said.
And unfortunately, that's what was happening now, Y/n spent the day exorcising curses practically alone, as seeing how Itadori and Nobara were still hurt from the previous mission, it sure exhausted her.
"Please Mom, don't leave me too." Megumi says hugging Y/n's body.
He is so desperate, he didn't even notice Gojo coming and finally exorcising the curse.
The Shaman feels his blood run cold when he sees his wife covered in blood, it was even sadder to see Megumi in that state.
"Megumi, let's take her to shoko." Satoru says trying to take his wife from Megumi's arms.
"No! don't take her away from me!" He says holding tighter.
"Come on Megumi, if I take her it will be faster, please is my wife you're holding." Gojo says and Megumi, still reluctant, hands Y/n to Gojo, who immediately leaves.
"Don't worry, Y/n sensei Is one.of the strongest people I've ever met, well she and Gojo sensei." Itadori says putting his hand on Megumi's shoulder.
The strongest couple
Megumi remembers perfectly well only the day when Gojo introduced Y/n to him and his sister. Unlike Gojo, Y/n was responsible, more serious and easier to talk to.
"Here you are, my beautiful wife Y/n!" Gojo says putting his arm around her shoulders.
"I'm not your wife." Y/n says pushing him, and bending down to be at the children's height.
"You're not YET"
"Hi, don't worry, me and this idiot here will take good care of you two." Y/n says, and gives the kids a warm smile.
And that's what she's been doing since they met, Megumi thinks, no, rehash that, he KNEW he wouldn't be the man he is today if it weren't for Y/n's (and Gojo's, of course) incredible upbringing.
"You're worried about sensei aren't you?" Nobara says, as the three walk back to the school.
"I'm sure you don't have to worry, she's pretty tough!" Itadori says smiling.
"I hope you're right." Megumi says, and feels her palms sweat when they arrive at school, and see Gojo sitting on the stairs.
"Look who's here! It took you a while huh." Gojo says standing up and Megumi sighs in relief.
Even though he knows that his sensei is very good at hiding his feelings, he knows that the feeling of losing his wife, best friend, could not be hidden.
Gojo looks at him and sees the anguish on his face.
"She's fine, she's in there resting." He says, and Megumi's face turns red.
"I knew!" Itadori says jumping up.
"You two can go rest, Megumi and I are having a family reunion here with Miss Saves Everyone's Life." Gojo says, and he and Megumi head to their rooms.
"I'm sorry sensei, I couldn't protect her as I should have and as I promised you." Megumi says as the two walk to their rooms.
"I know how much you love her, and you tried to protect her, just like I know how stubborn my wife is, when she wants to protect someone, nobody can stop her." Gojo says and notices that Megumi has clenched her fists.
"I thought you were used to her craziness by now." Satoru says trying to lighten the mood.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of almost losing her."
"Me neither" Gojo thinks.
Gojo knocks on the door, and opens it carefully, Megumi almost cries when she sees the state of the woman who always conveys that powerful and independent aura.
"Gumi!" Y/n speaks softly but with happiness in her voice when she sees the younger boy.
"Sensei..." He says quietly, as he doesn't trust his voice anymore.
"Oh Gumi, I was so worried about you." She says with teary eyes.
"I... I'm sorry sensei, I couldn't protect you like I should have." Megumi bows with her eyes closed, making Gojo and Y/n look at him in surprise.
"What are you talking about? I should protect you Gumi, I know I'm not your blood mother but-"
"Don't finish that sentence, you are my mother, and I owe you my life you've protected me my whole life, I want to protect you now... mom." Megumi says crying.
"Oh my love come here." Y/n says opening his arms, making the younger boy immediately fall into the woman's embrace, just like when he was younger.
"You'll always be my baby." Y/n says and kisses Megumi's head, you might think he wouldn't like it, but coming from her, he almost cries from her affection.
"I think for the sake of my sanity, and Megumi's, you better stop giving your life for others, because baby I swear that if you die, the world will gain two crazy mad sorcerers." Gojo says taking off his blindfold.
"And we don't want that right?" Y/n says laughing.
"No, definitely not." Megumi responds by laughing too.
Gojo and Y/n look at each other smiling fondly, they were doing a good job.
"Family hug!" Gojo says lying on top of Megumi.
"You're going to hurt Y/n you freak, get out of here." Megumi says trying to push Gojo away.
They weren't the most perfect family of all, but there was more love than many out there.
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Dangerous Game
Summary : Bucky Barnes is dating a trigger-happy antihero, and she has him wrapped around her finger. Sheâs just Buckyâs pretty girl, and he lets her get away with everything.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x antihero!reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : Violence. Blood. Cursing. Sexual References.
Requested by : anon
Word count : 1.9k
Note : This was a very interesting prompt to write to, and I hope Iâve done it justice. Enjoy!
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The fine rain splashed softly against the warehouse rooftop, a soothing backdrop to the mission that Bucky Barnes was on. The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows across the grimy concrete floor.Â
Bucky was crouched behind a stack of crates, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room. He could hear the muffled sounds of conversation and laughter of the filthy men inside the building.
They were mercenaries that would sell their services to the highest bidder. They were the kind of low-life that made Buckyâs skin crawl.Â
His mission was simple: infiltrate, gather intel, and get out.Â
As always, he wasn't alone.Â
You were by his side, a vision of chaos so beautifully wrapped in leather, sporting an unapologetic smile.Â
You weren't an Avenger, and you would never be.
Sam had seen your⊠trigger happy tendencies. It unnerved him, uneased him. The thought that Bucky was dating you, sharing his life with you, was⊠interesting, to say the least.
Sam didn't say anything to his friend though, because he could see how much happier Bucky was with you. Sometimes he wondered if your tendency for violence made Bucky feel normal in comparison.
Maybe that was exactly what he needed out of a relationship.Â
But it didnât matter if Sam liked you or not. You didnât need to be an Avenger. You didnât want to be an Avenger. You thrived in the shadows, as a vigilante with an ever growing lust for destruction. You had your own friends, a tight knit circle that included the likes of Wade Wilson and Frank Castle.
âAlright, sweetheart,â you said, your voice low but filled with playful mischief. You brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, looking over your shoulder at Bucky with a happy glint in your eye. A little too happy for what youâre about to do. âYou keep watch while I have a little fun.â
Buckyâs heart raced. âBe careful.â
You giggled at his adorable worry. Looking out for your wellbeing, thatâs cute. Â
Bucky knew you didnât take any threats, or any enemy seriously. With a wink, you slipped through the doorway, leaving him to wonder just how far you would go to get the job done.
Inside, the mercenaries lounged, oblivious to the danger creeping closer. You moved like a shadow before drawing the attention of the men with your bold confidence. You were bathing the thrill of the hunt, and they were your prey.Â
As Bucky waited, he leaned against the crates, thoughts drifting to the strange affection he had for you. You were a puzzler. A beautiful, deadly enigma.Â
On the surface, you wore a facade of charming quirkiness, a blend of laughter and warmth that captivated everyone around you. You would go to your favourite bookshop weekly, making fast friends with everyone who worked there. You have always tipped generously in your favourite coffee shop. You bought boxes and boxes of pizza every once in a while to feed the homeless around the city. You baked cookies for your neighbourâs kids regularly.Â
Beneath that, however, lurked a dark side. You had a craving for violence that made even Bucky, a man with a history of bloodshed, question your sanity.Â
Sure, you had a very strong moral code, stronger than even the most reinforced vibranium.Â
You would never harm an innocent soul, not even in the heat of battle. Every life you took was carefully considered, weighed against the countless innocent lives snuffed out by those mercenaries and criminals you hunted. It was the reason you had earned his admiration.
After all, when he first met you, you were so determined to slit his throat and hack him into pieces.
Back then, you had heard about The Winter Soldier, the Hydra agent who had killed with no remorse. When you tracked him down that day, he was nothing more than another target you needed to get rid of.
Your mind was set, your instincts primed to take him out. But as you confronted him, something shifted in the air. He had given you a fight, the first time anyone could even go toe to toe with you in a while.
Somehow, you were not beyond reason.
He explained himself, sharing the horrific truths of his pastâthe mind control, the manipulations, the guilt that haunted him.Â
In that moment, the unyielding resolve that had guided you faltered. You realised that Bucky was not the monster that his files had painted him out to be; he was a man seeking redemption for sins he didnât choose.
Your moral code did not let you kill him.
Still, that day, as you looked into his blue eyes, you couldnât help but feel a spark of attraction. With your unfiltered, charming, bluntness you had said, âYouâre hot. How about we grab a drink sometime?â
Bucky hadnât known why he said yes that day, but now he can confidently say that was the best decision he had ever made.
He just loved you. God, did he love you. Even as he stood there, knowing he should be concerned about how you go about dealing out your brand of justice, all he could think of was how you made him feel alive again.
A crash interrupted his thoughts. He heard the sound of furniture against the wall, followed by a series of panicked shouts. Buckyâs heart raced, adrenaline flooding his veins. He peeked through the doorway, watching as you unleashed brute force at the mercenaries, your movements a blur of lethal elegance.Â
You were toying with them, a wicked smile plastered on your face as you dealt with them one by one.
âHey, Bucky!â you called, laughter in your voice. âIâm on a roll!â
âKeep it contained!â he yelled back. A part of him wanted to join in, to keep you safe, to protect you, but he knew that you were more than fine on your own.Â
Besides, you were unpredictable enough without him diving in and interrupting your method.
Bucky once again turned his ear to the entrance. He could hear the unmistakable sounds of punches landing, blades slicing, screams muffled by the loud creaking sound of breaking bones, and the violent thuds of bodies hitting the ground. It was a brutal symphony, and he did not know if it thrilled or terrified him.
As time passed, the shouts and laughter of your madness echoed through the building. Finally, it went silent. He took a deep breath and prepared to step inside.
Had you really taken out everyone in there?Â
As he stepped through the doorway, his lungs felt like it was about to collapse. The sight before him was fucking mesmerising and horrifying. The twenty mercenaries lay scattered across the room, their bodies twisted and broken. Blood pooled beneath them, the once-quiet warehouse now a scene of carnage.Â
You stood in the centre, breathing heavily, your bloody sword in hand. You wore a triumphant grin that made your eyes sparkle with sheer delight. You were like a painter showcasing your masterpiece.
Buckyâs heart racedânot entirely out of fear, but something more complicated.Â
âBucky! Look!â You spun around, beaming with joy, your leather jacket blood red with the remnants of your work. âI cleared the place out!â
âWhat the fuckâŠâ Bucky whispered, staring in disbelief at the scene. The chaos, the brutalityâit was all so casual for you, just another Wednesday night. âYou killed them all?â
You giggled, shrugging your shoulders as if it were the most mundane task in the world. âYou said we needed intel, and I figured this was a more efficient method. We can now just raid their files! Plus,â you added, your tone light and teasing, âthey were so rude. Did you hear what they called me?â
Bucky shook his head, trying to process what had just happened. It was shocking, and yet, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest as he watched you admiring the efficiency of your work. Your beauty had always been magnetic, but this? This was something else entirely.
And somehow, it only made him want you more.
âInsane,â he breathed, stepping closer. âYouâre insane.â
You laughed again, and it was bright and intoxicating. You filled the dim warehouse with a sense of warmth. âI prefer âeccentric,â actually.â
Bucky shook his head. His heart was racing as he moved closer to you, trying not to step at a severed hand or a disembodied head. âYouâre not afraid of any of this?â
âOf what? Killing them?â You shrugged, stepping over a fallen body with ease. âThey had it coming the second they killed the little girl down the road. You know that.âÂ
This mission was brought to your attention when this group of mercs had shot an heiress of a financial empire. She was only six years old, and she had bled to death in the middle of the night in her bedroom, alone and scared.Â
He shouldâve known by the look in your eyes that day that you were going to make them pay for it.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of admiration and dread. âI didnât realise just how much of a loose cannon you really are.â
Your smile softened, and you took a step toward him. You sheathed your sword back. âIâm your loose cannon.â
âYouâve got to be more careful,â he said, but could not help the chuckle that escaped his lips. You were reckless, undeniably dangerous, but there was something about you that held him captive. Still, his voice did not waver. âThis isnât a game, doll.â
âOh, Bucky, but it is!â You laughed, the sound infectious. âLife is a game, and weâre just playing by our own rules. Besides, theyâre bad guys. No one will miss them, anyway.â
Your logic echoed in his mind, making him realise just how twisted you truly were. He wondered, for a second, if this act was a coping mechanism to offload all the killing you thought you had to do.Â
âI swear, one of these days, Iâm going to have to rein you in,â he said, even though you could hear the affection lacing his words. Despite the madness, despite the horror of the moment, he found himself smiling at you, drawn by the way you lit up even the darkest of situations. âBut maybe not today.â
You stepped back, feigning a dramatic sigh. âYou sure you donât want to keep me on a leash, Sarge?âÂ
âMaybe,â Bucky had a sly, flirty grin on his face. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, âbut not here.â
âOh?â You asked, a wild gleam in your eye.Â
His touch crumbled under your gaze, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and seduction. You were his pretty girl, no matter how bloody and bruised.Â
You closed the distance, your lips crashing against his in a heated kiss that sent fireworks exploding behind his eyes. Buckyâs hands found your waist, gripping you tightly as he melted into your arms. You tasted like exhilaration and danger, a combination that left him breathless.
You activated something so primal in him, and he couldnât help but moan against your lips, losing himself in the taste of you.Â
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he murmured when he finally pulled away, his breath hot against your ear as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in the sweet scent of blood, sweat, and perfume.
âI know.â You giggled, playful as ever. âAnd youâre my handsome soldier, arenât you?â
âAlways,â he replied, the word spilling from his lips without a fraction of a thought.Â
You had him so hopelessly wrapped around your little finger, and he was more than willing to let you lead him wherever your heart desired.Â
And that was a dangerous game.
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All Of Me
âȘ take all of me, i just wanna be the girl you likeâthe kind of girl you like âȘ
logan âwolverineâ howlett x fem!reader
tags: features your favorite merc with a mouth, takes place in deadpool three, age gap, flirting, mutual sex, rough sex, couch sex, creampies, mentions of drinking (donât worry everything is consensual) sorry i donât have much tagsâŠ.
notes: listen to the song for added vibes ! |bottom of page|
âSo? How does this look?â You turn to look at your friend and neighbor, Wade, as he modeled his off his brand new black wig. You took a long look at it, it was a stiff and a little dry; however it was different compared to the brown one he was rocking a week ago before his mission.
âPreferred the brown Justin Bieber one you had before. Now Wade, can we please have a game night? Pretty please!â You begged while the loud mouthed merc went silent and took off the new wig he brought before putting his red and black mask over his head.
âGame nights are such a hassle, Blind Al sucks at charades. Why do you want a game night soâohâ He paused and you swear you could hear him smirk behind his mask.
âYou wanna do the hanky panky with old man logan, huh?â His eyes scrunched and he in your face, causing you to look away.
âHide the zucchini with the Wolvie? Play naked twister? Prison role play? Recreating Bustyââ
âOkay we get it!â You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away, heart practically beating out of your chest at the mere mention of your friendâs hot new roommate.
After the timeline altering mission, which you learned over chimichangas at Wadeâs, youâve had the pleasure of meeting the sexiest man to ever exist. Logan, was everything and then some. From his beautiful hazel eyes, to his voice down to his mutant powers; everything about him had you creaming your panties and Wade knew it too.
âPlease, just one game night! Thatâs all i want, please Wade!â You begged once more, grabbing his wristâmaking him turn to you. âWhatâs in it for me? Do i get a peek at the goodies too? Hm? Do I get to pop your cherry? Tongue Punch your fartbox? Eiffelââ
âA date and alone time with Vanessaâ You cut him off before he could go on with anymore innuendos.
âSee you tonight! Should i wear this one tonight?â Wade pulled out another wig, pulling it over his mask. It was ginger curly wig.
âFuck no, Carrot Topâ You snatched his wig off, making the merc pout.
It was a little bit after seven, the perfect time for you to show up at Wadeâs place. You helped Wade send out invitations for the game night, which was at 6:30 pm. You decided to show up a little late, to make a grand entrance even though you lived right across the hall.
As soon as you got home, you immediately went to your closet picking out your best outfit, one that made your ass look so round and plump in it, before having the longest shower session ever known. After putting the last touches to your âi-wanna-fuck-a-twohundred-year-old-manâ outfit, you grabbed the pan of your famous monster nachos, and headed across the hall.
After you knocked twice on the door, it swung open revealing your mouthy neighbor; whom scowled behind his mask. âWell, look who decided to show up! I shouldnât even let you in, Vanessaâs not even here!â He crossed his arms over his chest and got in your face, upset that you didnât hold up your end of the bargain.
âWhoâs not here?â Vanessa popped up behind you, her curly raven hair flowing as she moved, shocking your neighbor and making him back up from your space. You wore a smug look on your face as you walked into his apartment, pushing the pan of nachos into his hands and taking a look around his place; searching for Logan.
Wade, who had now taken off his mask and was eyeing Vanessa as she got comfortable, started to dig into your pan of nachos; until he see your face in his peripheral vision.
âLooking for Logan sugar bear? Wolvie went to go take Mary for a walk and to get us some beersââ
âAnd some coke!â Blind Al cut in, emerging from the kitchen; making you smile. âNo, not this time Althea.â Deadpool responded, now standing next to you while the two of you watched the little old man lady make her way into the living roomâcursing up a storm.
Turning his attention back to you, Wade stuck his fingers into your yummy pan of nachos and stuffed him down his mouth, âHeâll be back soon. Although he is over a hundred years old; so it might take grandpa a while to get back.â You pouted and grabbed some chips from the pan before stomping over to the living room and sitting on the black leather couch.
It felt like an hour had passed and Logan hadnât showed up yet. You were trying your best to not seem sad, occupying your mind by talking with Yukio and Vanessa; earning some stares from Wade. You werenât letting him speak to her, not until he showed up.
Almost like he heard you, the man of the hour finally walked through the door, holding a pack of beer and almost empty bottle of whiskey; followed by Mary Poppins skippering into the room.
âLook! Heâs back! Everyone heâs back, with the beer! Hey VanessaâŠ.â Wade announced to everyone before going to talk with Vanessa, but really it was for you. You shot your eyes up and caught his, giving him a soft smile before he quickly turned away and headed to the kitchen to put the beers down.
You hesitated on following after him, until you saw Wade motion for you to go after him. You excused yourself and walked into the small space, seeing the tall male place the beers into the fridgeâyou reached over and grabbed on, catching him by surprise.
The smell of his cologne piercing your nostrils and you tried your best to ignore the small throbbing you felt below. âThanks for the beer.â You wanted to bite your tongue off after those words left your mouth. Thatâs all you had to say to him? Thank him for the beers?
Before you could leave, the deep voice behind you called out to you, âYouâre the one that lives across the hall, right? You made those delicate shrimp tacos?â You nodded your head, a smile plastered on your face while taking a swig of the rich flavored beer.
âYou think they were delicious?â You asked, already knowing his answerâhowever you were really excited that he knew who you were. He nodded and reached over to take a swig of your beer before responding.
âI had to sneak one because Wade wouldnât let anyone have one, but god those were good.â You smiled and pulled another beer out of the fridge as he finished the rest off the first one you shared.
As it became later into the night, the two of you stayed in the kitchen getting know each other better. He decided to pull out the hard stuff, so instead of finishing off the pack of beerâthe two of you decided to split his whiskey. The more the two of you talked, the more you fell for him.
âWhoâs ready for some Strip Poker! Iâll go first!â Wadeâs perky voice announced, making the two of you freeze and share a look with each other; faces contorting in disgust.
âIâd rather claw my eyes out then to see that. Letâs get out of here. What do ya say, princess?â He asked you, standing up and holding out his hand. You smiled and got up as well, bringing the whiskey with you. Walking out the kitchen and into the living room hand in hand, the two of headed to the doorâsurprising a half dressed Wade.
âWhere do you two think youâre going?â
âTo fuck off.â You responded, sticking a middle finger up at your neighbor before waving at Yukio and Vanessa; leaving the party and going to your apartmentâgetting away from Wadeâs antics.
Sitting on your plush living room couch, the two of you continued with your conversation from earlier, the bottle of whiskey flowing freely between the two of you.
The older man couldnât help but to take in your beautiful features, the way your eyes twinkled when he said something about his past, the way your beautiful plump lips curved up when he talked about a good memory he hadâit had him losing his mind. He had found you attractive, he always did, but he was too afraid to act on his attraction. Too afraid for what could possibly happenâŠ.
âHow are you still single?â You blurted out, the effects of the strong alcohol messing with your cognitive functions. He shifted in his spot and moved his eyes from yours, making you immediately regret asking.
âIâm not a good guy. I hurt people, every move i makeâŠ.someone ends up getting hurt.â There was some silence before his eyes returned to yours and you couldnât help the next words that left your mouth. You scooted closer to him and grabbed him by the chin, making him look at you, âWhat if I like being hurt?â
His eyes widened and he searched yours, processing what you just said before he gave into temptation; kissing you with such passion. He easily dominated you, gripping the back of your headâtugging onto your hair, making you moan out; which gave him the opportunity to pull away and look at you.
âI donât wanna hurt you, princess.â
âIâm a big girl, Logan. I can take a little pain~â He wasted no time on smashing his lips against yours again, pulling you into his lap while his hands roamed your small back, before falling down to your ass. He squeezed both cheeks through your denim jeans, rubbing and pinching the fatâcausing you to moan out his name. He was beyond hard hearing your sweet voice call out to him and you could feel it pressing right into your cunt.
You rolled your hips, creating some stimulation for youâanother sexy moan leaving your mouth. He gripped the sides of jeanâs hard, ripping them apart and causing you to gasp. âCanât wait much longer. Sorry, princess,â His voice was gruff, panty wetting; turning you on even more. You reached underneath and fumbled with his belt buckle, finally unclasping it and unzipping his pantsâpulling his navy blue briefs down; making his hard cock spring free.
You salivated at the sight. His deep brown happy trail lead right down to his glistening, angry, pinkish cockâjumping from the cool air. You let out a glob of spit, catching it once it hit his precum coated headâjerking him off. He closed his eyes and groaned, the sensation making his body grow hot. And when you pulled your panties to the side and let his tip slide against your slick lips; those tired looking eyes shot open.
âYou ready for that, hm?â He asked, his bushy brown eyebrow raising as he watched you tease yourself; a soft gasp leaving your lips. With a head nod, you pushed him into your sodden entrance, gasping and gripping his broad shoulder; as he stretched you to fit his cock. Logan watched with low lidded eyes, in a deep lust filled trance as you took control, hands glued to your side.
âFuck, princessâŠ.take all of it like a good girlâŠâ He praised, sending a smack to your plump ass. You took him as deep as you could, however it wasnât all of himâŠyou couldnât take it all. Your hips slowly moved on its on, grinding and bouncingâgetting used to how much was inside of you.
Soon that bubble of pain popped and turned into pleasure, and your pace increased. Your hips were no longer bucking, instead you were practically jumping on his dickâthe sound of skin meeting one anotherâs created a loud lewd noise; music to your earsâdrowning out what was playing across the hall.
Logan couldnât believe it, he was in pure bliss, he finally had you and was going to enjoy this very moment. He was scared, he didnât want to bring his past into the new worldâespecially with you here.
Almost like you read his thoughts, you pulled him by his chin and made him look at you, âyou donât need to protect meâŠ..I can take itâshitâŠjust fuck me daddy.â
Hearing those words fueled him and he gripped your hips tightly, before pushing you further down onto his cock; making you take all of him. You gasped loudly, however you werenât able to process it because he was forcing you up and down on his dickâstretching your gummy walls with each stroke.
He loved the sexy noises that left your pretty little mouth along with the squelching and small queefing that your cunt released with each powerful thrust. âThatâs it babyâŠride daddyâs dick. Fuckâyouâre so tight!â You smashed your lips on his, a sweaty sloppy kiss between the both of you as the tightness in your stomach was brewing.
âGâna cumâŠfuck daddy! Can I cum? Please please pleaseâŠ.â You begged, hands on his clothed chestâgripping his navy blue flannel shirt. The older man grunt and smirked, holding your hips while you continued to bounce.
âGo ahead and cream on daddyâs dick, princess.â
Thatâs all you needed to finally release that tight ball in your stomach, releasing your essence all over his thick shaft. He was right behind you as well, with a few more pumps, his thick milky white load pooled out in thick white ropesâfilling you up.
The two of you stayed like that, peppering kissing on each otherâs lips, a small smirk on his face. He was in blissâno, he was in love. The hard ass Wolverine had finally opened his heart. He wasnât about to make another universe hate him, heâll damn sure try hard to not mess it up.
Sneaking away from his third round of strip poker, Wade crept into the hallway and picked the lock to your apartment door. Before entering he let out a little school girl giggle, before continuing to tip toe into your apartmentâholding back his gasp at the sight bestowed before him.
A sweaty, shirtless Wolverine balls deep inside of you, giving you hard deep strokes as you laid on the couch taking all of him.
âThe two of you need a third?â Their head whipped towards the door in sync, their faces of pleasure changing to anger.
âFuck Off Wade!â He scurried back out the door, dodging the pillow being thrown at him. He took a deep breath before looking at the readers
âWelp! Thatâs all folks!â
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so.. simon and johnny stopping by a seedy 24/7 roadhouse on their way back home post-op
featuring: established ghostsoap. pregnant fem!reader. alluded kidnapping, extremely toxic attitudes. theyâre literally delusional. mentioned death. this verges on dark so please beware!
Theyâve driven past it about a hundred times, never having given it more than a passing glance. Who would, really? Nothing about it seemed appealing â in all its sun-bleached paint job and flickering neon signage glory â but circumstances lent themselves to its consideration. What was supposed to be a half-day mission ended up taking two, meaning they havenât had time to sleep let alone eat. On top of that, a delayed exfil made it so they touched down on base at an ungodly hour. By the time Price waived their paperwork and they got into their car, they were famished.
âCould eat the scabby heid aff a dog,â Johnny eventually groans. Heâd tried his best to hang in there, mindful not to be a pest during the hours it takes his partner to decompress after a rough operation, but his stomach kills and he knows Simonâs does too. He only receives a grunt for a response, though the man abruptly steers into the leftmost lane, catching the nearest exit towards the place in his periphery. Cleary meant to model an American diner with itâs fading blue exterior and obnoxious banner: The Dahlia
But theyâve been in worse. They hardly take note of the coffee rings staining their table, or the homeless man whoâs taken residence in a corner booth (besides the brief once-over in their threat assessment upon entering). No; they just slot themselves by the nearest exit, scan over the menu and decide to order the quickest meal possible.
Only for things to take a sudden turn when their waitress stops by.
Christ alive, Johnny wonders how you manage to glow under the harshest of fluorescents. Dewy skin. Bright eyes, if not a little sunken at the late hour. Still, you smile and do so genuinely as you waddle to their station, clicking a pen before asking: âAnd what can I do you for, gentlemen?â
Simon doesnât look at you immediately, not even when you speak up. Heâs too fixed on Johnny, replaying the past daysâ events in his head. Revisits the hour where their comms malfunctioned, when he lost touch with his boy and had to fight not knowing whether he was holding up okay. He has trust in him, of course, more bleedinâ trust than he has in earth to keep rotating. Stillâ
You clear your throat.
His pupils shift to pin you under their scrutiny, only he canât bring it in him to be as severe as he wants to be. Because, while the first thing Johnny notices about you is your beauty, the first thing Simon sees is your bump.
Obscured by your apron, but still there. Round. Full. 6 months along, by the looks of it.
Heâs forced to recall Beth, Tommy by extension. An old working knowledge that comes back to haunt him. At 23 weeks, his sister in lawâs pregnancy began to weigh on her. Heartburn. Backaches. Hot flashes that resulted in bouts of dizziness. She couldnât be up for more than 2 hours at a time, and yet here you are.
What the fuck were you doing in a place like this?
âNeed more time to decide?â You ask. Patient. Lovely. If Johnny werenât so sleep-deprived, so in over his head, he would perhaps realise the subtle hints you were dropping. Theyâve been staring too long now, unsettling no doubt. Grimy, each with a tell-tale bump on their waistbands that point to their armament. Simon sans hard-shell mask, but still in a balaclava and eyeblack. Both larger than life and practically alone with you in this isolated place.
Itâs Simon who speaks up first. âFish and chips for the both of us. To-go. Cheers.â
You scribble the order down, pausing to consider. âCoffee? Gotta inform you, itâs drip, bottom of the carafe so it might taste burnt too. Hotplateâs all out of sorts.â
âAye, just the one. Gae head anâ dip yer finger in it too. Might benefit from a little sweetener.â It takes you a second to process Johnnyâs flirt. When you do, though, you visibly blanch, ducking your head to hide your face as you pretend to jot what he said down.
âIâll have that right out for you.â
And then you scurry off, glancing over your shoulder once you think youâre out of sight. Curious. Flustered.
Simonâs attention refocuses on the scotsman once youâre gone, an eyebrow raised under his mask. His partner is able to read the expressed question well enough: what do you think youâre doing? Strict, but not so much angry as it a press for him to think before he speaks, to balance the scales before he asks something of Ghost that he canât refuse.
âDinnae look at me like thaâ.â Johnny whispers. âBonnie lass, isnât she?â
Simon blinks. âExpecting, too.â
âWe cannae leave her here.â
Memories occur in rapid succession. Tommy. Beth. The cherubic face they had brought into the world â little Joseph, who was the first he found dead upon returning home.
He considers Johnny, Soap, this force of nature that wormed his way into his life and sunk his teeth into the rot of his heart, fastened before Simon could even think of brushing him off.
âAnd hereâs that coffee! Your meals should be coming out soon, thank you for being patient.â
Itâs a bad idea. Horrible. You could have a partner, a cozy home waiting for you. Nursery already painted. Names already chosen.
What good partner would let you work this shitty job?
Itâs a bad, horrible idea. No good for anyone. Theyâre on constant deployment. They risk their lives on every run. Youâd be put in harmâs way yourself.
Not if they hide you well enough. Their house is secluded for a reason.
Itâs a bad, horrible, no good idea â but Johnny accepts the mug with a gracious smile and you bloom all pretty, hand inadvertently cradling your belly. Little flower, persisting against all odds. Growing from the fissures of broken concrete. Dignified still. Kind. Strong.
So what if they pluck you from your place? Theyâve got somewhere much better for you to thrive.
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