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ÊŹÊŹ. football player!jake x cheerleader!reader đ„ Ę ARCHiVE 7OO wordcount fluff . . . skinship, kisses ê°Ë”ËáŻ
ËË”ê± happy bday to jakey, && for my juni bby
YOU'RE STANDING ON THE SIDELINES, pom-poms in hand, watching jake tear through the field like he owns it. heâs got this intensity in his eyes, the kind that makes your pulse pick up because you know heâs giving it his allâjust to win this game. all for one reason: he bet you that if he wins, he gets to ask you out.
itâs been a fun, flirty thing between you two for weeks now, but this? this is new. he made sure the whole team knew about his little bet, which has them teasing him endlessly about finally "making a move on his dream girl." you catch a few of his teammates smirking and nudging him before the game starts, and jake just rolls his eyes with a lopsided grin, eyes glancing at you every now and then. you swear you can feel his gaze even from across the field.
the game is close, way too close for your liking. youâre on edge, practically jumping each time he gets the ball, and maybe youâre clapping a little louder than anyone else (not that you liked him, or maybe you did). in the final minutes, itâs tied, and jakeâs team has the ball. you watch as he gets the ball, weaving through the opposing team with an ease.
the crowd holds its breath, and so do you.
with a swift, clean kick, jake scores, sealing the win. the stadium erupts, but jakeâs eyes find you instantly, a smug, triumphant smile on his face as heâs mobbed by his teammates. when they finally let him go, he sprints over to you, his eyes lighting up with joy.
âsoâŠâ he starts, leaning over, hands on his knees, slightly out of breath but still managing to look cocky. âstill gonna pretend youâre not into me?â
you roll your eyes, though your cheeks are definitely giving you away. âwho said i was ever into you?â
âi could tell.â jake flashes that heart-melting smile, moving closer. youâre aware of the other cheerleaders watching, and youâre definitely aware of his hand grazing your waist, lingering just long enough to make your heart race.
âoh, yeah? youâre that confident?â you ask, trying to sound unaffected, but your voice betrays you.
âconfident enough to win a game for you,â he says with a smirk. âand i did say iâd ask you out if i won.â
âso ask away, sim,â you challenge, folding your arms.
he lets out a chuckle, his fingers brushing yours as if testing the waters. âokay, let me ask properly, then.â jake clears his throat dramatically, taking your hand in his. ây/n, would you do me the honor of going out with me?â
youâre pretty sure the butterflies in your stomach are doing somersaults, but you manage to keep your coolâsort of. âhmm⊠maybe. depends. what kind of date are we talking about?â
jake grins, squeezing your hand gently. âwhatever you want. something fun. something thatâll make you smile like that.â he nods at you, obviously noticing the way your lips are curving, despite your attempt to stay composed.
âfine,â you say, relenting with a playful eye roll. âbut only because you tried so hard.â
he leans in, closer than before, his voice just above a whisper. âonly the best for you.â
your heart skips, and you glance down, trying to hide the way his words affect you. but jake isnât done; he tilts your chin up, meeting your gaze. "guess youâre stuck with me now.â
âguess so,â you whisper, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you realize heâs not moving back. his hand is still at your waist, his thumb gently tracing circles on your hip. the stadium is still loud around you, but it feels like itâs just the two of you here, his face inches from yours.
âthink i can get a âgood gameâ kiss?â he asks with a wink, his voice teasing but hopeful. you roll your eyes, but you canât hide the way youâre smiling now.
âdonât push your luck, sim.â but before he can respond, you lean up, giving him the quickest, softest peck on the lips. itâs barely there, but itâs enough to make his eyes widen in surprise and a smile spread across his face.
âyouâre making me want to win every game now,â he says, looking down at you like youâre the only person in the world.
âi guess youâll just have to keep scoring, then,â you reply with a grin, stepping back slightly, though your hand stays in his, fingers tangled together.
âoh, trust me, y/n,â he murmurs, tightening his hold on you, âiâll be scoring a lot.â
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Hellooo! Your writing is sooo fun to read that I've been rereading it multiple times nowđ€đ€đ€ sooo I kinda wanted to request another post about reader fighting back against the bullies with crowe this time if that's okay, and take your time!
(ps, it's also okay if you ignore this, i hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž)
GUARDIAN ANGEL
KYAAA THANK U SM GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIR KICKING MY FEET âĄ!! I LOVE CROWE SO MUCH BROO!!! Did u know my first fic ever posted here was supposed to be with Crowe but I changed it to Sol instead cz I thought ppl wouldn't like it sobsob
â: "Someone is creeping you out while hanging out with Crowe, surely you should teach them a lesson, no?"
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: Crowe x gn!reader
â: Contains: Baddie reader yurr !! Downbad Crowe, creepy dudes, post friend group plot, mutual pining I need to breed him
The bell's ring echoed throughout the entire school, indicating lunch time as students hurriedly pack their things to rush towards their friends and eat at the cafeteria. You were calmer than your unruly classmates, screaming and yelling in excitement as they rushed to their groups and cliques. "Its like they've never experienced the lunch bell go off"
You mused to yourself, happy enough to know that you at least have one friend in your school. Yet he still hasn't shown his pretty little face in your classroom yet, usually he'd pick you up and walk you to the cafeteria, but it seems that isn't the case this time.
"Yo, (Name), I usually see your boyfie pick you up at this time, wonder why he isn't here" your seatmate puts his arm on your head, practically using you as an armrest, making you groan and push him away with red dusting your cheeks "Can it! He's not my...boyfriend.."
Your heart rate picked up as you muttered those words as an evident flush on your cheeks got redder, gaining you a knowing stare from your seatmate as a laugh escaped his throat, smacking your back playfully "Yeah. Sure. And I'm the president of the United States," he marked sarcastically, waving his arms dramatically.
You scoffed, standing up from your seat, and walked your way out of the classroom door, ignoring the cheerful yells and encouragements from your seatmate. "Get yo mans!" He echoed out to you, which promptly made you walk faster in embarrassment.
It didn't take you too long to notice him standing by a vending machine. Taking your chance, you tiptoed your way behind him and gipped his shoulders. "There you are!" You yelled, making him flinch in surprise, snapping his head towards you. His shocked expression made you laugh at his dismay.
He merely sighed and shook his head with a small smile on his face, "You're such a tease, (Name)" his voice was smooth as honey, eyes glinting in nothing but adoration. Oh how you looked divine when you laughed.
"Says you! It's not nice to keep me waiting for that long, you know! Hurt my feelings a bit.." you playfully sulked as a joke, but Crowe seemingly took it too seriously, brows furrowing as an apologetic expression dressed his face "I didn't mean to, there were just some things I had to do before going to you"
Seeing his obviously saddened face made you panic a bit "Noâ! It was a joke, don't worry! I didn't mind looking for you anyway. " You were quick to reassure, trying to ease his worries a bit, but he simply shook his head. "Still, I shouldn't have made you wait so long. You deserve only the best, (Name)"
His voice is so genuine, and how he stared at you sent shivers down your spine. He's always like this, always putting your needs before himself, always putting you on his first priority before anything else. Curse him and his prince-like behavior!
But before you could ask what he was up to, you felt a random hand hit your ass, laughter, and whistles could be heard as you snapped your head towards the source in anger.
A group of sloppy looking men with dirty uniforms and rolled up sleeves showing their tattoos chortled and snorted at you, as if their making fun of you getting angry with their disgusting actions. "Aww, what's wrong, doll? Wasn't hard enough? I can be more rough if you like"
The main, blonde guy leaned in closer to your face as you winced at the strong smell of his breath. Your expression made them laugh harder, giving each other high fives and fists bumps as if making you uncomfortable is an achievement.
"What do you think you're doing...?"
A hand protectively held your shoulder, making you look up. Crowe's eyes were nothing compared to what you're used to. Eyes that were once filled with love and softness were now filled with pure, raw anger. Yet, he was still gentle with you, carefully maneuvering you to stay behind him, protecting you like a shield.
The boys took one glance at him and scanned him head to toe, judging his every move. The blonde whistled and clicked his tongue, staggering towards the taller male "Watch it, golden boy. You may be class rep or whatever bullshit title they gave you. But these parts are my territory, so I make the goddamn fuckin' rules here." He practically spat out, his lackies cheering him on with vulgar words and descriptions.
If Crowe is pissed, then you're seething.
You hated being insulted, yes, but you hated it even more when people belittle those you care about. So without thinking, you stepped forward and faced the blonde head on, catching Crowe off guard.
"My territory! blah blah, you pissed on this school and claimed it yours like a dog then?"
A sound of surprise was heard from the blonde, even gaining a gasp from their lackies. Clearly, they weren't expecting you to fight back. Crowe got worried, fearing that you might be in danger now. "(Name)â"
"You think you're so fucking funny?"
Without knowing, the blonde grabbed you by the collar and slammed you against the vending machine. Hard glass hitting the back of your head made you groan. Yet you still managed to stare at your attacker dead in the eyes, not running away from a fight you intend to win.
He mocked you with a laugh "Doll, you look so cute when you're angry, but one more goddamn word from your mouth and I'm bashing your fucking skull inside this machine" he threatened, his spit sliding onto your face.
"Yeah? 'Cause I'm about to get real fuckin' adorable"
You raised your foot and kicked him between his legs. A pained groan could be heard as he instinctively dropped you back onto your feet, groveling in pain. But before he could fight back, you grabbed his hair and smashed his head so hard onto the vending machine it broke through the glass. Knocking him out.
You dusted yourself off before turning to the two, shivering lackies, huddling together in an attempt to look smaller and hide from your view. "Who's next?" A malicious smile etched your features, making them scream and run away with their tails between their legs, yelling out apologies and pleads for mercy until they disappeared.
You stood still for a moment, taking in a deep breath to ground yourself. Turning your head to look at the blonde's unconscious body and winced "Yikes...didn't mean to hit him that hard" you played with his arm, lifting and dropping it like a toy.
"Yoo, check it out, Crowe! He's now aâ"
"Why did you do that?!" You glanced at him in confusion, eyes locking onto wide and worried ones. "Ehh? They were talking smack about you! I had to do something!" You responded with crossed arms and a pout on your lips. "The least you can do is say thank yoâ"
Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around your body in a tight hug. You stood there, not fulling processing what's happening. "You're so reckless..." His voice was a whisper, not daring to speak any louder, not daring to let you go. You didn't know that your actions affected him this much. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his gently.
His breathing eventually calmed down a bit as he let you go. Once again, there's this softness in his eyes, staring right at you as if you held all the stars in the world and placed it all in your eyes, tracing constellations in your gaze. You felt his hand cup your cheek with the same gentle motion, treating you like divinity.
"You don't know how worried I was about you, (Name). Really..." he leaned his forehead onto yours, his other arm wrapping onto your waist, pulling you two closer than before until your bodies are touching so close you could hear each other's heartbeat. And his was racing.
You scoffed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Both of you are in a daze of adrenaline to even process what the two of you are doing, but what mattered right now is each other's company and comfort. "My fault, didn't know I was such a diva" you made light of the situation, earning a sigh from him as he pinched your cheek.
"More like a trouble maker than anything," he retorted, which earned an offended gasp from you and slapped his chest in mock play. "How dare you insult your guardian angel! Oh woe is me. I am so pitiful!" You dramatically leaned back with the back of your hand on your forehead, he laughed at your playfulness and pulled you in closer to spin you around like a waltz dance and dramatically dropped you, his arm supporting your body as his eyes are solely focused on you.
He gently held your other hand and kissed your knuckles with a smile. "Thank you, angel.." he whispered so softly that it was barely audible. Your cheeks flushed as your teasing words died on your throat, rendered absolutely speechless.
You quickly stood up straight and pushed him away in embarrassment, looking away from him as you tried to calm down your beating heart "...That's cheating" you muttered and kicked the cement, glaring holes onto the ground in an attempt to make it seem your unphased by his shameless flirt.
A laugh was heard beside you. Feeling his hand take in yours again as he wordlessly walked you away from the ugly sight you left at the vending machine. Though he is class representative, and it is his job to keep everyone in check, he finds himself making exceptions for you. No matter how brutal you might get. If anyone from his class would have caught him right now, they'd blame him for favoritism.
But what's more shocking is that he doesn't seem to have any need to deny it.
Silently picking up the paper bag he left nearby, leaving you still unaware of what he's holding, Lazer focused on calming your heart. And oh, does he find that absolutely adorable.
Perhaps he will just slip the snacks and drinks he bought for you from the vending machine under your table once you need it.
Chat imma be fr here, lowkey hated this LMAO yrgghh felt like I could've done better but my class starts at 6 and it's already 5:37 HELPPP
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Transformers: One Tickle Headcanons!
A/N: look away LOOK AWAY im still obsessed with these silly little robots and i cannot get them out of my head so i wrote this while avoiding my other responsibilities LOL i hope the few transformers fans on my blog enjoy and if you're not a transformers fan read anyway and join the fandom i promise its so fun!!! (ps i might do headcanons for the other continuities as i watch more... tfp fans unite)
Orion Pax
this stupid little guy i love him to bits
he is really ticklish and he is so silly about it
hes such a switch like. he doesnt mind being tickled at all i bet he probs loves the attention LOL but he LOVES tickling other bots like d-16 hehe
he's veeery tickly under his arms ESPECIALLY if you get the seams that connect his arm to his torso that will make him scream. get him there
hes ticklish in most of the normal cybertronian tickle spots as well (dont ask me what those are. they are up to interpretation!) but i think hes also got a pretty sensitive chassis (tummy...) and if you get the little seams that go across his chassis he will be GONEE
hes got a really loud laugh i think... one of those rapid fire squealy laughs yup yup
he squeaks! and gasps! and makes other funny noises! but only if you catch him off guard otherwise he's just laughing lol
he will put up a fight if someone tickles him!!! he will go down kicking and actually has a good shot at turning the tables LOL
d-16 has had those tables turned on him so fast but he never learns! poor dee
like i said before hes pretty chill about getting tickled but he thinks hes literally The tickler of all time
hes very confident about his ler skills bc d-16 is so ticklish its actually not fair but if you put him up against elita he would fold so fast
wiggles his digits at d-16 every fucking chance he gets somebody stop his ass before he kills dee
i think he and d-16 tickle each other a lot without it escalating to a tickle fight or full-on murder (orion is the murderer.)
like they poke each other! all the time!
they're good about not doing it on shift (most of the time... side eyes orion again) but as soon as they clock out its a free for all
orion is pretty teasy but not overly so if that makes sense? hes more taunty than teasy HAHA like he'll say to d-16 "lol why do i keep forgetting how ticklish you are" and dee is screaming
he does not tickle elita. ever. she scares him.
also he tried to tickle her once and she wrecked his ass so bad he could hardly stand up. d-16 never let him hear the end of it either
d-16 will still randomly bring it up like "hey pax remember when you tried to tickle elita haha that was so- AUGH!!" and then orion jumps him
D-16
DEE MY BELOVED GAAAAH
he is ridiculously ticklish because i said so. I don't make the rules. also im right d-16 is the biggest lee on this list
hes also a switch but hes so ticklish its hard to get away with tickling other bots like orion because one poke and the tables are turned!! orion is nice to him sometimes tho and lets him get in a few tickles mwahaha
im pushing my d-16 hip agenda. are yall seeing a pattern with me giving my favs ticklish hips ITS BECAUSE HIS HIPS ARE RIGHT THERE!!! anyways. d-16 has the most grabbable and tickleable hips and his hips should be grabbed and tickled until he screams
hes also tickly on his thighs! and his chassis (more tummy!!)
d-16 is one of those people who will try to keep his laugh in but he literally lasts two seconds before hes giggling. two seconds is actually a generous estimate tbh!
his LAUGH i feel it in my bones hes got massive giggles and its kind of high pitched and hes so embarrassed but its adorable and im so upset about it
like once hes laughing its a much deeper laugh but initially since hes trying to keep himself from laughing he just giggles frantically and its so cute bc its so pitchy
HE SNORTS
he snorts and he hates it but it is literally The best thing in the world and orion loves to tickle him until he snorts
for a week after orion learned what the word "speedrun" meant he tried different speedrun challenges with d-16 (how fast can i make him mention megatronus prime, etc.) and one of the days was "how fast can i make d-16 snort"
the answer is 1 minute and 34 seconds in earth time i aint doing the cybertronian equivalent. google is right there.
when he tickles other bots its crazy tho he can be MEANNN if he gets the chance
like he will taunt worse than orion and hes also a really good tickler methinks.. knows how and when to be more rough and when to be more gentle so he can really drive someone up the wall
once he got orion pinned face down and just. shoved his servos under orion's arms. had him screaming and begging but tbh orion probs deserved it!
d-16 has never tried to tickle elita and does not plan to. he will make fun of orion's attempt but he knows better
i think d-16 was also the first one of the gang to give bee a little tickle!!! got him giggling and actually got him to stop yapping a lil bit hehe but it was fun for everyone
B-127
I will tolerate absolutely ZERO bee slander alright if you beef with him you beef with me get off my blog
bee is almost as ticklish as d-16 but had absolutely no idea until he met orion, d-16, and elita. zero clue.
he knew what tickling was! he had tried to tickle himself before after seeing some bots in a tickle fight but hes never been tickled until d-16 poked at him a bit and he jumped 10 feet in the air
d-16 is really nice about tickling bee.... gives him soft tickles bc he knows hes not used to it and tickles him just enough to get him giggling IM SO UPSET
orion is also pretty nice about it but hes too teasy and bee gets embarrassed (also hes learning abt teases from orion. more on that later!)
i think he's really tickly on his chassis!!! most tickly spot for him definitely... all over too not just tummy part but his sides and hes also got tickly knees! watch out tho bc this dude kicks LOL
he has one of those cackly laughs but also has really sweet giggles and he DEF squeaks i dont make the rules
hes pretty shy about tickling others at first but because hes just not used to being around other bots!! hes been told before that hes too much so hes worried that tickling other bots is going to cause other bots to shut him down... BUT HE LEARNS ITS OK TO BE SILLY!!!
he sees orion tickling d-16 and starts yapping about how hes never been tickled and d-16 and orion tickle him a bit and its really sweet but he does NOT know how to react
"WHY AM I LAUGHING WHAT" "we're tickling you bee thats what happens" "OH THATS AWESOME HAHA IT FEELS FUNNY"
bee definitely likes being tickled but he also loves tickling the other bots... id say more lee in general but will tickle when he feels like its okay to!
hes normally yapping about something completely unrelated when hes tickling someone which is really funny but he learned from orion (BAD INFLUENCE!!!) how to tease people
so! now when he tickles other bots he does the really evil teasy stuff... it hasnt come back to bite orion yet but d-16 is suffering!
Elita-1
ahem... women... women women I LOVE ELITA
okay i think shes pretty tickly but not nearly as much as the rest of them... she can take a few pokes and barely smile but also can you even get a few pokes in before shes wrecking ur ass? not really!
shes 90% ler and 10% lee and yes i would definitely piss her off so she would tickle me who said that not me. i love women.
shes tickly on her knees and under her arms!! good luck getting her tho she is very squirmy if you manage to get her and even then she will fight BACK
she has a really bright and bubbly laugh if she gets got really good and it is so lovely and GAAAAH
she doesnt actually tickle other bots that often its mostly if people piss her off or try to tickle her that she goes after them mwahaha
which is why orion is such a frequent victim of her attacks
she is also one of those people who is either silent when shes tickling someone or is the MEANEST teaser on planet earth and bots like orion have experienced both and he cannot decide which option is worse
she has tickled d-16 and bee before but not nearly as bad as orion... he pisses her off so bad LOL i love their dynamic
shes actually so sweet with bee compared to d-16 and orion like okay elita we get it you have a favorite (hes my fav too i totally understand)
i want to talk more about her as a lee tho bc i feel like... she actually wouldnt mind being tickled that much its mostly reflex and its also cuz she feels like shes gotta be tough and being soft kinda goes against that orz
she keeps this mostly to herself but she does occasionally let bee tickle her more than she would let another bot because she knows hes just a Guy and is too busy yapping about other stuff while he tickles her to be like "wait why are you letting me tickle you rn"
her soft spot for bee... makes me so ill...
she also shows clear favoritism for bee when shes tickling him the teases are so much sillier and shes not as evil in general. for orion pax it is on sight
#transformers#transformers one#headcanons#tickle headcanons#orion pax#d 16#b 127#bumblebee#elita 1#did not read this over#pure unfiltered rico cringe
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Hellow there
Can i request a headcannons on what wuld the skeleboys (ut, uf, us, ht) when Y/N ask them to get married?
And what wuld happen in the wedding nigth?
Feel free to use sfw or nsfw stuff
Thank you, i hope it is not too much
Hiii sorry this took awhile but I got it done! Mostly kept it sfw just some innuendos. I might do more wedding hcs in the future these were fun and I really like how they turned out ::3 anyways enjoy!!
Okay I'm assuming reader and skelebois have been in a established relationship for a bit here ::]
Undertale: Sans: His eyelights widen upon seeing the jewelry and hearing what you have to say. He looks from your hand to your eyes and back and forth over and over again. His grin grows so wide and he scoops you up into a hug as he shouts yes. He's crying and he burrows his face in your shoulder the happiest he's ever been.
Night of the wedding: He'd prefer a smaller wedding of close friends and family. He has a few puns slid into his wedding vows they're mostly to help calm his nerves. He's so proud to be called your husband, the wedding itself kinda had his nerves frazzled so he's happy to finally relax with you when you guys get home.
Papyrus: He's flabbergasted. Orange tears escape his eyes and he's scooping you up in a hug and making you drop the jewelry making you have to find it later. You've just made him the happiest skeleton alive and he's desperate to make you the happiest person alive. He sets up an elaborate date he knows you would love and presents you with your own piece of jewelry at the end.
Night of the wedding: Doesn't matter small or big as long as your happy Paps is happy. The wedding was wonderful and Papyrus snapped so many photos and kept so many keepsakes from it. Sans speech as best man is basically a comedy routine and Papyrus is slightly miffed about his brothers awful humor tainting the best night of his life. He's so excited to spend his first night as your husband with you when home.
Underfell:
Red: He shuts down. Sockets go dark, he's sweating, and he might even teleport away. When you hunt him down he's crying in a closet freaking out struggling to intake the air he doesn't even need. After he's calmed down he asks if you're sure and when you say yes he's crying again. He's never been happier I promise you.
The night of the wedding: Would prefer a smaller wedding but can put up with a medium or slightly large one for you. The wedding also stresses Red out. He's not used to fancy ordeals and such and he's just excited to get you into bed and have you all to himself ;;).
Edge: His hand clenched around something in his pocket and he pulls out his own piece of handmade jewelry he had for you. Both impressed and a tad annoyed you beat him to it but he gratefully accepts no he's not crying that's sweat⊠Yes you can sweat from your eyesockets it's just extremely hot.
Night of the wedding: He prefers a big fancy ordeal. He handles the wedding pretty well he's used to fancy events. Looks absolutely drop dead stunning in his tux as well and he's defined strutting around showing you and himself off. He's got quite the night planned for you as your first night together married. Safe words are a thing for a reason.
Underswap: Blue: Does that jump reaction image (I'll find it hold on) Also was ready to propose himself, he's so happy you two were on the same page. He whips his jewlery as well ,he carried it around waiting for the perfect moment, so you guys can laugh over the situation. He of course says yes and happily attaches the new jewelry to you and himself before smooching you.
Night of the wedding: I feel like Blue would be fine with a big or small wedding its whatever you prefer.He's so excited to be called your husband he definitely posts about it on his blogs and updates his viewers quickly before dedicating the whole night to worshipping you. He even got some special lingerie for him to wear to show off just for you.
Stretch: He's so desperately fangirling inside right now like jumping up and down, squealing, flapping hands, and nose bleeding mentally. He says yes and puts on the jewelry before smooching you as deep as he can. Immediately plans a cute date where he can present you with your own piece of jewelry to wear and a special song he wrote.
Night of the wedding: He'd prefer a medium or small affair but can deal with a larger wedding as well. Definitely gets drunk and trys to serenade you with shitty love songs and tries to get you to do a duet with him at one point. When you get home expect a bunch of drunken sweet nothings and him pulling you into bed for some love and affection.
HorrorTale: Axe:His eyelight shrinks and then expands to fill his whole socket and he simply watches you for a few minutes. You patiently wait until he places his hands on your shoulders and pulls you into him as he starts to purr. He slips the jewelry on and his purrs grow louder as he pulls you closer practically inside his ribcage.
Night of the wedding: Smaller wedding preferably for obvious reasons. He's stressed and really really quite. Way more than usual only really talking to you and his brother and only when he has to. When it's over he pulls you into his chest and burries his face in your hair to calm himself. He forgets about most of the traditions but he's been looking forward to this one all night ;;).
Willow: He's shocked and in shock for a good while before asking if you're sure. He doesn't see himself as boyfriend material much less hubby material. When you enthusiastically affirm your intentions he tears up and scoops you up for a kiss. He's so in love with you.
The night of the wedding: It was a smaller wedding for the sake of Willows peace of mind. He's so happy to be your husband he crys throughout the night and keeps kissing you gently whenever he gets the chance. He's constantly by your side the entire night.
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Chapter two coming UP, on Ao3 HERE as well.
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So at first she'd lost her new notebook, which was all sorts of awful. She just got that, dammit! And had wrapped something up in record time, too!
She knew she'd left it on her nightstand, she couldn't be convinced otherwise either, but where did it go!? She was gone five fucking minutes!
All that wasted time and effort, with the haunting sense she wasn't alone. And in Amity, that meant so much more than it should!
But whatever. She could deal. Or at least pretend to until she could harass her brother, the most likely culprit for this. She hoped it was burning his eyes, sticky fingered little....
So she'd crawled back into bed and curled up, and set aside the steaming rage to be hashed out at the dinner table over cereal. Mom usually wasn't well humored to her making things public, but dad was still mad enough about the riding lawnmower that he'd be ready to take reasons to pile-drive the no electronics mandate for even longer. Wrong move, turd.
And curled on her side, she fell asleep after some not that set aside rage. The reckoning would be afoot come six am.
But she'd woken up suddenly, or at least... she thought she did. Maybe. Unlikely, now that she thinks about it.
All she'd heard as the folds of her comforter revealed nothing was chuckling, before a voice she felt like she should know spoke.
"Pardon the interruption, but I think this story needs its star actor, yes?"
Suddenly, she was thrown in someone's arms.
Under different circumstances she'd aim towards making fun of their clothes, but, well...
It was undeniably a well put together fantasy costume. The sort of thing she'd pick out for one of the guys, if they'd have the intelligence to get her help for any costume parties.
Though, it was definitely sparking a familiar mental image right now...
Arms were wrapped around her, hoisting her back upwards enough to get her feet under her and peel back from them a little bit.
Which is about where it all made some sense.
His hair was messily styled; the right balance of non effort while still being meticulous to the trained eye. His fur pauldrons framed his startled look as the cape swished back with all the sudden movement.
And above all else, he was holding her...
Officially, pinch her. This was too much to wake up to.
Or not, given the scene...Â
It was straight out of her notebook. She was the only being in existence that knew what was in there, and this wasn't something her brother could rig up. He'd be a freak to try doing something like this, besides.
It's not like you can slap a white wig on Mikey or Dash and call it good, this was clearly Phantom in front of her, and this simply had to be The Evergreen Field!
Phantom- the prince- shifted from her, looking over her form extremely carefully.
Right, right, it's weird and strange for some random girl to appear and be enthused at him.
Hell, what were his lines? It can't be that hard.
"Ma'dam, I do believe that's a new one." Phantom tittered, just so slightly breathless.
"An entrance for the age. Although... perhaps..." He trailed, shifting his arms up to her hands.
"Lady Manson may well keep the top spot." He clicked, seemingly extremely put off.
That... wasn't it, but it was close enough!
"Oh sir, how curious that makes me of this wild lady Manson!" She quipped, giggling.
Hey, no, wait. She knows that last name. Why's that name in her book?
Maybe... She's read before that the brain will pull from people and things it knows in sleep, so that's gotta be it.
Because if this is real...Â
Frightening thought..
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("I know you can hear me. You wouldn't dare not be listening in to my thoughts if only to make fun of me more. We can discuss this, and come to some sort of peace.")
("Don't you like it, child? She seems so fond of you, it'd be a shame denying her her fantasies!")
("I know you know I know, you're making fun of me and that is bait. Ha ha, make me flip over being the valiant white knight prince in one of your stories, get her outta here you damn creep!)
("Oh child, this one isn't mine. I took the liberty of polishing it up some , but this story is all hers... Won't you make her dreams, her fantasies, come to... such life?"
Smug bastard speaking in riddles, struggling to finish his own goddamn sentences.
Or... No. Wait. This cannot possibly be this straight forward. Oh, what a mess this is!
His tongue was only slightly unstuck though, meaning he was still going to have a very bad time with speaking normally.
But god, her surprised enthusiasm was clearly waning to concern and fear.
""Ma'dam, I do believe that's a new one. An entrance for the age. Although... perhaps... Lady Manson may well keep the top spot."
No, no, no! That should've been ,,I haven't seen an entrance like that since a friend of mine crashed the chandelier into a ball"!!
Not that that was an entrance, but still!
("Unhand my tongue, wretched puppet master.") He spat, cringing as Ghost Writer cackled. Not even his projected thoughts were safe?
"Oh sir, how curious that makes me of this wild lady Manson!" She laughed, bouncing back to enthused and looking at him like there was no danger going on right now. For a split second her smile tightened, but it was gone as fast as it appeared.
"A fair lady friend of mine, who's of no relevance presently. Did the fall hurt?" He pressed, trying to ignore how the words tripped over his lips ever so lamely.
He was super gonna kill Ghost Writer a second time for this one, mark his words!
"Nope! I'm a-okay here, mister Phantom." She grinned, pleased with his attention. Fucks sakeâŠ
"Such a fall could certainly harm any-"
"Sheesh, lay off! It was just onto you, sir." She laughed, shoving him lightly and peeling off of him to look at the sunlit field.
She swayed slightly, her own eagerness to stand up properly and keep on staring, thankfully dragging her eyes off of him and looking excited at the damn horse.
This was going to be a big migraine, and it hadn't even really started! The anglerfish would be better right now, at least innocents wouldn't be with him!
("I'm completely innocent of all crimes, and you need to let her go no matter what you think you're going to accomplish.") Danny shot at Ghost Writer, gritting his teeth into the absurd grin Ghost Writer was clearly typing onto him for this.
The clicking of the typewriter halted, Danny's hopes indulging a doomed little dream before whatever overwrought wit Ghost Writer had could be dropped onto him.
("Nah.")
Nah? Just nah? Uncreative much!
The keys resumed, and the smile on his face didn't get to drop as Paulina went and stumbled over her own feet, stand- ("You did NOT give her kitten pumps in a fucking grass field! You did NOT in fact do-")
("What of it, child? Besides, this is her choice! It's what she imagined herself dressed in!") Ghost Writer snapped back instantly at him, the type-writer pausing seconds after as Paulina seemed to freeze on the spot with Danny's hands moving to steady her.
("Why do you know women's heel types, devil child?") Ghost Writer asked.
While he sounded sincere in asking this, Danny didn't trust that information to stay as idle curiosity. His own words could and would be used against them both to who knows what sorts of effects.
"Madam, are you certain you feel alright?" Danny tried pressing, ignoring Ghost Writer with a pointed mental shove between them.
("Suit yourself child. It won't get you out of this to be oh so petulant to me.") Ghost Writer huffed, continuing to write.
"Yup!" She chirped back, smiling like there wasn't a manic reality altering ghost puppeting this whole strange situation.
The horse very conveniently made noise, and Danny faintly wished Sam was here to be a better social example than his pathetic attempts could ever be.
But then there'd be more swearing and violence if she had actually been with him, so maybe it was better in the short term that she wasn't to cause them hell.
"Well my lady, if you insist on your good health then we should be quick to exit this place, before something else happens here." He said, sharply gesturing to the horse.Â
("I can fly and carry her ya loser.")
("Bold of you to try and debate the horse.")
"Ahh, but we haven't really done... Yeah, sure." Paulina said, cautiously agreeing.Â
Feet! Lift! From ground! Fly! Fly, goddamnit, fly fly!
âDo what? I find there little to have done.â Danny asked blankly, watching her wobble.
Too many lectures from Sam about the variety of girly shit her mom had tried to put her in left him with far too much knowledge about death traps, formally known as the dreaded high heels, to let him be comfortable with her wobbling around in a grass field. His limbs refused to obey his attempts to reach out to Paulina to help though.
âI find itâs not really important now.â She snipped, approaching the horse to mount it.
To Paulinaâs credit she had clearly ridden horses before this weirdo kidnapping, not struggling as Danny looked away.
âYou seem embarrassed, my good sir. Whyâs that?â She asked, clearly only half serious.
Time ticked slowly as Ghost Writer rewrote his totally witty comeback to her.
âWhile a pretty dress, I find that theyâre bad for hiding a woman's undergarments.â He grit out past Ghost Writers influence.
Paulina slowly turned red and nodded.
(âIs it too crass to say I donât want to see her underwear in full brazen sight? This horse is absurdly tall compared to us and itâs pretty logical to say.â) Danny pressed Ghost Writer, greatly annoyed.
(âPrince charming cannot say the word panties.â) Ghost Writer staunchly informed him, rude too.
(âOkay. But I wasnât-â) +
(âDon't lie to me.â)
Danny did not grace that with an answer, watching as Paulina shifted around.
(âOkay, genius, now get me on the horse.â)
(âCan you not ride? I thought that youâve been on-â)
Danny gave the mental equivalent of a hard stare, not one for this nonsense.
His limbs moving on their own never got any easier than the first instance, the anglerfish a distant memory of a better run in with Ghost Writer.
âNow my lady, might I now ask your name?â Danny asked, letting Ghost Writer take charge.
(âTwo ânowâs? Run out of words?â)
(âShove it, you brat.â)
Paulina was busy wrapping her arms around his waist as they mocked each other, not yet giving an answer for her name.
âItâs just Paulina, my good sir Phantom.â She muttered through his over fancy clothes, sounding family embarrassed to say it.
âPretty enough. Prettier most names.â He reassured, making the horse start forth.
âThank you for your kind words, but I donât think-â She attempted, squirming as she spoke up.
âPretty enough to announce to the ball.â He continued, cringing as he realized.
Today was gonna be so, so painful.
I've been Isekaied into Paulina's Novel?!
Welcome to the fic for the EctoImposion 2024 event! I was paired with @thebooo-merang for this wonderful fic, and you should go check them out! And check out the ao3 posting HERE
After an incident with Box Ghost solicits a fight with Ghost Writer, Ghost Writers out for revenge. And Paulina has a convenient little fanfiction that Ghost writer could use. Now Danny just has to survive it, with a starstruck Paulina in tow.
The first chapter doesn't especially need warnings, as everything remains cannon typical. It's under the cut!
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"Get back here!" Danny shouted, ready to be done with wit for today.
"I, THE BOOOX GHOOOST, WILL-"
"Piss off Ghost Writer!" Do you just break into random lairs in search of weird boxes!?" Danny screeched, trying to dive after a flying notebook.
"I, THE BOX GHOST, WILL-" Box shouted over Danny, waving wildly as he went and sending even more boxes and books flying back and forth.
"RUIN WHAT LITTLE TRUCE I'VE GOT GOING WITH HIM!" Danny cut back, struggling to grab books mid-air with one arm and blast Boxy into submission with the other.
"THE BOX GHOST HAS NO NEED FOR LECTURES ON YOUR INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS! PREPARE TO BE DESTROYED!"
Danny was gonna kill him this time!
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Boxes and books rained over the town, causing havoc and mild property damage to the unprepared. Paulina could only huff and puff as she bolted across the open street from shop to shop, trying to find somewhere to camp out while Phantom dealt with the box menace, trying to keep an eye out for whatever storefront Star had managed to find for herself.
Another keeper kept their shoulder into the door as she pushed, and bitterly she cursed them out. She probably didn't get any sympathetic glances through the wood door, but whatever! Rude ass motherfuckers locking out innocents while there was an attack!
It was tempting to keep under the eave, but beyond being mere cloth too much was getting tossed around- plenty enough room for something to slam in sideways and get her then!
God! One good day is all she wanted right now.
Though a few more after wouldn't go amiss...
There! The geek shit shop was probably going to let her in! Maybe!
She didn't care, actually, she'd punch through the glass if she had to! Take that, losers!
First, she needed the mental psyche up to dart across the road again. Three, two, one, go!
The owner, or possible customer, waved behind the glass as she ran.The door opened and closed near instantaneously on her entry.
The sound of Phantom yelling at The Box Ghost dampened as the bell rang, and the store owner gave her an uneasy smile and gestured towards the windowless back.Â
âEveryoneâs in the back. Might be cramped by now, but thereâs a lot of shelves to sit behind.â He nervously informed, eyeing the glass windows.
The casual thumbs up sent him away as she bent slightly to wheeze out the adrenaline.
Yeah, cheer takes some stamina, but adrenaline really messes up her rhythm!
Breath caught, it was time to pack in with the other unlucky idiots back here. With care and precision she marched over behind the popular shelf, examined the bodies packed like sardines, and picked a new shelf to hide behind.
This one was packed with books instead of weird anime figures and dungeons and dragons minis, the spines a cold comfort as she sat down and started staring.
The titles on this sort of crap were so weirdâŠÂ
But she supposed Star seemed to enjoy them, Star's rants echoing clearly in her head.Â
She wouldnât admit it with a gun to her head, but after enough of those rants⊠she may or may not be able to pick out a few of the series on display.
Sue her, she's a sucker for some of the romances even if they were trashy a lot of the time. And Star's collection at this rate was pretty impressive, to the point Paulina was convinced she was the only reason a store like this could keep afloat in a town like Amity.
The other nerd shit probably helped it keep alive, though. More screaming outside, this time sounding like it was from The Box Ghost in rage. Good. Phantom could pummel that no good fool to goo for what it mattered.
... Ugh. The fight could easily take a long time; Box Ghost might be weak, but he clearly had a lot of material to use this time. But whatever. Here she is in a castle of weeb books. Maybe some could be a good distraction.
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"No! Not you!"
"Yes, me! Did you think you could trash my library and get away with it!?" Ghost Writer roared, trying to come up from behind.
"It wasn't me, it was-"
But Box Ghost was already gone, the leftover boxes of books now floating to the ground in a suspiciously gentle manner.
Coward. The thought wouldn't leave as Danny shifted the books he'd been trying to save around, awkwardly offering the armful to Ghost Writer.Â
Ghost Writer loomed ominously.
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All at once the outside world went quiet, some shouting occasionally coming close enough to hear, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief loud enough to drag Paulina from her pile of books.
Five more minutes would've been great to finish the book she'd had in hand, not that it mattered...
Now she needed to find where Star ran off to without her, the books carefully left behind in a pile.
Phantom and a ghost she couldnât recognize quipped back and forth, the day still significantly quieter than it had been fifteen minutes before. The area remained strewn with books, the ghost gesturing to some on a roof.
Now, she could walk around the district lost and confused looking for Star... Or just sit back down on a nice ledge and wait for Star to come to her while watching Phantom.
Phantom made an odd twist in the air as he shouted, still a little too distant to make out properly.
Yeah, watching sounded so much safer and calmer. One hop later and she was perched on top of one of the lower walls purporting to be defensive.
Fat lot of good they did...
Phantom and his assailant came closer, lending her a nice view of what was going on.
Maybe she shouldn't be here, but it seemed to be more arguing than fighting, so whatever.
"While I'm sorry my NOT PARTNER didn't have a spine, you can have yours back!" Phantom shouted as they passed overhead, throwing a book at the weird ghost.
She had to huff out a clipped laugh as the ghost was whacked, even as the ghost elected to bolt as it realized its inferiority.
She could just hear the stunned silence from Phantom, right before he cried out "Get back here!"Â
Truly, a foolish thing to think it could stand up to the town hero.
With a certain lack of ceremony, the book the from the fight fell onto herÂ
"Ouch!" She yelped, one hand raising to rub her scalp as the other fumbled for the offending book.
The whole thing might be a sign it's time to get up and go. Still...
"Raining books is a new one." She muttered, far too late for the comment to be witty but all the same a perfectly serious remark on the latest weird shit Amity came up with.
She cautiously eyed the book in her hands, looking for any oddities. You could never quite trust some of this stuff...
It was just a notebook. Nothing special about it, besides being a trophy for today. The decoration and signature on front was incomprehensible to her, an initial she didn't recognize against the slightly plain front.
Caving to curiosity, the book opened easily. Not that sheâd expected anything else.Â
It revealed... nothing. Nothing at all. None of the pages had any sort of writing in them.
Well she can't be begrudged for snooping- it's her prize right now. An apology for getting assaulted in broad daylight. This G-W could just deal with it, and the spat was already away from her, so it's not like she was going to be in more danger sitting here.
The blank notebook continued to be uninteresting, and she couldnât help her annoyance as she shut it. There wasnât a damn thing to pay her back for getting hit.
Or... well...
She could feel her lip work up into a slight smirk.
I have been wanting to write a new Phantom fic...
The thought was clear as day to her, even as she couldn't wait for the night. What better way to celebrate this particular trophy?
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Ghost Writer was forced to watch on in abject misery as he realized his collection had been tossed around like a toddlerâs toys. No respect whatsoever from the box obsessed lunatic for the actual contents of the boxes.
The nerve! The audacity! To treat his writing like this! The ghost may well need a lesson in manners.
But first, Phantom.
Sure, the boy wasn't the sole force at work- but undeniably the lunatic never would've gotten close to his manuscripts if Phantom hadn't been snooping around in his library.
But don't think he's lost the plot of getting his own books tossed at him! The tactical retreat was nothing more than an admission of lack of home turf!
Nothing to do with not having his typewriter or any notebooks activated!
Ahem... So the child would need an appropriate punishment as well.
Sometime after he collected his books
The whole lot of them, all across town! Lunatics.
It was easy enough to threaten people away from his scripts, but nonetheless annoying and time consuming. Go here, show up there, yell to get their grubby mitts off his stuff.Â
Ugh.
The annoyance was the cost of getting everything back. though. He pointedly ignored Phantomâs continued patrolling, likely looking for whatever trap Ghost Writer would end up creating.
Easy enough to stay low and out of sight in the meantime. Whatever he was about to do, it wasn't a ânowâ plan. Such things take planning, and unfortunately it's not the season to stick the boy back into Christmas stories.
So he was collecting his books, and chasing fools away from them. The cost of love, he supposed.
Still, he was being forced to waste hours upon hours taking his books out of the hands of fools. Having such a collection was not currently a point of pride; Heâd have to figure out what went where later.
Slowly but surely his boxes filled back up as he found his manuscripts. There was his old horror story from the eighties, there was his attempt at something akin to a superhero comic, there was his dabbling in... well he couldn't remember either, but if he sat to read it right now it'd take hours for him to finish the book. No reading for him.
Finally, it was time to find his blank notebooks again. He'd be forced to admit that he simply cared less if these ones vanished mysteriously, for a blank notebook was nothing more or less than a possibility.
Most were alright, scattered down the streets carelessly. Some had been picked up and put back down to be examined by wretched hands at a later date.
There was an exception though, something swaying as if held at the edge of where he could feel things. Curious, for how late at night it was getting, but that'd just mean he needed to scare another pathetic mortal off his books.
The pull and search brought him to a cracked window in the suburbs. Nothing meaningful crossed his path, though it was good to be wary; The boy was likely still patrolling, and no doubt Ghost Writer's appearance had put him on edge. As it should.
Slowly rising up to look through, invisible to the mortal eye, he could hear a girl rambling slightly.Â
His look through the window was enlightening, the girl curled onto her bed as she wrote with ink that even from this distance sparkled with glitter.
"And then Princess Paulina lived happily ever after with Prince Phantom, aaannd the end." She whispered, pleased with herself.
Barely pausing, she snapped the book shut and laid it on her nightstand, moving to stand and stretch.
Shouting called her away, which was plenty convenient for him even as she huffed and puffed out of the room.
It was child's play to take the notebook back, even with it defiled by mortal hands. It wasn't a toy to be left with creatures that didn't understand what could be done with such tools.
The cover had already been decorated with a couple of stickers and a flowing cursive he couldn't bother deciphering at this second.
Phasing back out of the room and coming to rest back outside of the window, he flipped the cover open. The inside was decorated similarly.
Oh, yes. That was glitter pen. The pages were coming away bedazzled with runaway glitter.
This book was most certainly going to have to be put in its own container, but for right this second the name on the inside was of modest curiosity.
Paulina Sanchez in bold strokes, fancy flourishes forgone in favor of legibility. If found, return to owner, do not read.
Well now he just had to, didn't he? It wasn't like the rest of the books were going anywhere, the grand total of three he still had to find now could rest safely.
Or well... No, he could spare the time now> What would the boy do, if it blows up on them both? The books shouldn't even be in the town anyways, and it was most certainly his fault thank you very much!
He quickly leafed through the beginning burning through thanks to his superior-ness and a speed reading class he'd attended before.
... hmm.
Hmmmmm.
He'd recently been complaining about what to do with the boy, no?
"This could work." He spoke to no-one, clapping the book shut. For now.
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Barely past sunrise, Danny squinted at the sky and grumbled. Damn malicious blob ghosts, eating billboards.
Not that he cares about the billboards, but first it's a billboard and then it's drywall.
"Catch!" Got shouted, an object (presumably) sailing from behind him.
Snapping too and turning, he could see Ghost Writer grin manically in glee as a book opened wide.
All he could do was choke out an "eh?" as he reflexively reached, the book splayed open and glowing. Illustory pages floated up and off, and he had a really bad feeling about what was coming next as the world around him went white.
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Coming to under Ghost Writers writing was not a fun thing to experience, see. One did not simply fade into one of his chaotic and weirdly random worlds. You blink and then suddenly you're just there!
Danny was there, wherever there was. Somewhere was currently a bright grass field, with a decorated horse beside him.
Which he would grant was a better entrance than the last time he'd been flung into one of Ghost Writer's many insane stories.
He would never forget that anglerfish...
But almost just as fast as he got here there was another stupidly bright light, and someone was falling into his arms, briefly bundled into his chest before quickly popping back up to look at him.His tongue was stuck in a way that implied Ghost Writer had ideas about what he should or shouldn't be saying at this time, but that didn't stop the extremely strained noise he gave when he realized the person was Paulina, looking VERY enthused.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#paulina sanchez#ghost writer (danny phantom)#fanfiction#long#ectoimplosion2024#isekai#transported into another world
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My purpose and singular mission in life is to make sure queer and/or neurodivergent kids know that sometimes it really is their parents who are stupid and other adults are on their side. This, unfortunately, does not make me popular with their parents. Gonnae keep doing it though.
#kid was very overwhelmed by the theatre environment and panicking and didnt want to see the show cause it looked scary#and the mum was trying to get me to tell the kid its not scary (no i dont lie to kids i told her there are lots of funny bits but a couple#of maybe scary bits too)#and I told her hey listen the bravest thing you can do is tell people you arent comfortable somewhere. youve done so well to do that#and i gave her a program so she can learn more and make an informed decision if she wants to come another time#and i asked her what her favourite things are and she said science and animals and i told her to try the museum its super fun#and her mum was all 'ugh shes a nightmare she's ~on the spectrum~'#and i went yeah me too. and told the kid this isnt for everyone and she did well to tell me and i hope she likes the museum#and like. her mum yelling at her was making everything worse. talking to her like a person with agency?#got her from full panic attack to actively smiling at me in under 5 minutes#sometimes your parents or guardians are in fact being stupid or rude! neurodivergent adults exist! other people see you and hear what you're#saying and won't be mad!#anyway. now IM very overwhelmed but i really hope that kid remembers this and i hope she has a great day#im going to get a coffee and sit under a tree for a while
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hi can we request a godzilla / general kaiju id pack ? ty in advance & no worries if not !
[ Banner Mask By @/Imjustchillinghere! ]
Names: Titan, Ghidrah, Hydra, Condor, Eagle, Gimantis, Milla, Depth, Spiega, Abyss, Fin, Hazard, Nuclear, Atom, King, Spiral, Ray, Destoroyah, Mech, Pulse, Spike, Chaos, Tsunami, Empire, Iguana, Kaiju, Aqua, Tyrant
3rdpp: mon/monster, monster/monsters, sea/seas, slumber/slumbers, prehi/prehistoric, liz/lizard, lizard/lizards, mutate/mutates, mutant/mutants, depth/depths, oce/ocean, ocean/oceans, nuclear/nuclears, radio/radioactive, radiation/radiations, hazard/hazards, atomic/atomics, danger/dangers, fight/fights, king/kings, bomb/bombs, heat/heats, mech/mecha, regen/regens, revive/revives
Genders: Kaijuguy, kaijumasc, nuclewastoxin, monsdeepial, mutatelexic, mutationlexic, mutanic, altumencreature, leviathangender, thalateravel, genderhydra, maristrocen, kaijugender/genderkaiju, tharas, adaptagender, prehigender, reptilarian
Titles: the prehistoric titan, the prehistoric one, the one who lurks in the depths, prn who slumbers in the sea, prn who has been mutated, the [king/queen/ect] of kaijus/monsters, the one who levels cities, prn who adapts, prn who dwells in the ocean
#a lot of these are like. if you squint you can see the resemblance#our knowledge of godzilla/related starts and stops with shin godzilla and the man in the suit (if the latter even counts)#but this was fun to do! hope its what you're looking for :]#liom#mogai#mogai blog#liom blog#id pack#pronoun suggestions#name suggestions#mogai suggestions#gender suggestions#mogai list#name list#pronoun list#gender list#npt list#npt suggestions#npt ideas#đ mailbox#đ id pack
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Uh-oh! Looks like thanks to this James Somerton bs some of us are falling back into using "makes their queerness their whole personality" and "calls themselves a boy/girl as an adult" talking points to demean and mock others for being "gross/cringe queer freaks" again! I'm disappointed - that's not very nice or helpful of us, ya know, and we should stop doing that. I really thought we'd already moved past this, honestly, but I guess some of us just love to take any excuse we can get to be mean to people!
#uhhgggggghh#nooooo ive already seen multiple posts making fun of people for âmaking being lgbtq+ their entrie personalitiesâ#and for calling yourself a boy/girl if you're an adult#stop that!!! stop it!!! stop!!!#do yall really think that adds anything to the conversation or is constructive in any way???#or are you just that stoked to have what you think is a valid excuse to be an absolute asshole to people you think are cringe again???#because im willing to bet its the latter. you all just want to be a huge dick and be able to claim it was a joke.#anyways as ive seen multiple posts like this already again im just gonna block that guys name i guess and hope that helps#god damn#some of yall really are only progressive until you think you can get away with making fun of people huh?#kinda reminds me of how people will be like âdont make fun of how others look!!!â and then will viciously mock how someone they personally#dont like looks and be like âits okay because this person sucks lololâ#like no!!! that doesnt make it okay!!! shut the fuck up!!!#the only people youre hurting with that bs are others who have those traits because now they know you think theyre ugly and morally lacking#because they have those same traits youre making fun of!!!#jesus fucking christ man#đđđ«
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Just going to vague about it because I don't actually follow any of these people and this is tangential to the post itself, but I saw an anonymous ask to the tune of "Why do you care about atrocities going on in the world if you're an atheist (unlike me, a principled believer)? Everyone dies; why does it matter how or when if you're not concerned about the afterlife?" and like...
It's really hard to deny the death cult allegations when you're out here straight-up admitting that within your moral framework, the only thing that matters is death, and the only thing that gives death any meaning is adherence to your religion. Death + Cult = Death Cult.
#i'm assuming this person would claim christianity as their religion because it's probably the biggest loudest english-speaking religion#that can tend towards death cult#especially at this time of year#i'm also assuming american because the boldest flavours of death-cult christianity seem to come from there#but really this is something that needs to be guarded against in any social structure that focuses on an afterlife#and regardless of whether you believe in the divine provenance of a religion#it is - in its earthly form - fundamentally a social structure#and like. a belief in an afterlife is a very powerful thing when your present life on earth is hard and painful (as everyone's is sometimes#it can help you keep going! it can be the foundation of hope when there's no hope to be found anywhere in the world around you!#but *that* should be its purpose#and even then it's a very dangerous way to live for both you and the people around you when life on earth is just a means to an end#and death is that end#that's why you have to add on all these other rules like:#'NO SHORTCUTS!' (because otherwise why *wouldn't* you just kill yourself and everyone you love? why not kill babies at birth?)#'oh but you have to live a GOOD life if you want a GOOD end' (because you've deprived life of meaning; gotta add that back in somehow)#'you have to say the right words / do the right actions' (gotta check that goodness against our rubric; how else can we KNOW???)#and the 'no shortcuts' leads to 'but what if it's not my fault' leads to 'okay look. permitted exceptions include...'#leads inevitably to people trying to game the system by making themselves martyrs because people are people and we work like that#like i'm sorry but if - as a religion - you're big on the promise of an afterlife#(makes sense! the world sucks a lot in a lot of ways! imagine if you could live in a world that didn't!)#then you really have to guard against the death cult that WILL be forming within your membership even if that's not what you're going for#and you have to keep watching out forever because the minute you let up#whoops! death cult!#fun and spicy religious thoughts brought to you in part by easter and the catholic church
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I don't talk about this stuff on here pretty much at all, but a past relationship really broke a ton of bits and pieces of my brain and heart in weird ways (I'm finally thinking about him almost never but the shit he pulled was abusive as hell and still affects me sometimes). Being in love with my current girlfriends for a while felt almost. Painful? Almost like I should be ashamed I can fall so deeply in love with people, and especially how quickly that can happen sometimes too. Thats how it kind of felt. I tend to get overwhelmed with emotions if I'm feeling them very strongly, and that has been extremely embarrassing and also felt almost like I was being a burden to those I love (which love is the main emotion that can 'get dialed up to 11' for me). It IS debilitating in some ways!!! It hasn't gotten bad enough I've been nonverbal in a really really long time but that happened this past week and it was wild to me.
Things are getting better now though! Therapy in the past has helped, and honestly having such patient and understanding partners has made a world of difference ;w;. my wife is someone who was one of my best friends and I had a huge crush on and now I can ask for cuddles and we can nap together and I've fallen so much in love. Her and her presence are literally heaven for me, I don't know if anything has ever made me happier than just laying next to her and feeling her warmth.
Worries of course flare up and I feel like I need to lean on her a lot during those moments, but I don't feel like too much of a burden to her. I love seeing the posts that say stuff like 'Its okay to be a burden' or 'its okay to be annoying' because really truly I think I need to be those things to survive sometimes. I can be 'a lot' and I can be a little bit obsessive and those things aren't inherently bad or evil of me. I just make sure I'm feeling okay during and after and make sure I'm checking in on myself often. I'm a bit of a broken girl, but that doesn't mean I'm not extremely happy and living a life I love. I've written poems and everything about how it feels like it must hurt to love me and my broken jagged edges, but hey, even if it does a little bit, it doesn't mean someone like my girlfriend/wife won't go through a little bit of burden to love me, and I'm more than happy to return all of this and more for her as well if she's ever in need or feels broken ;^;
#Not to be too gay but I wanna build my life with my princess more and more#She's. So good to me and she's so pretty and she's so beautiful and attentive and she listens to me in ways I feel no one else has#She understands me so well!! And I hopefully make her feel the same#But yeah I've been a burden a lot to people due to autism (which I didn't know I had for fucking ages) adhd and physical disabilites#And she feels like she isn't taking care of me which is good because I'd honestly hate that#But she understands me and makes me a better person and that's exactly what I've wanted for forever.#And being demi/aspec is awesome with her since she's aspec too and there's no pressure for sex or sexy times but if we both want it#It can still be super fun!! We gotta figure more of that stuff out if we want but knowing each others kinks (and sharing a good bit) rocks#Idk its so so so so easy to love my wife Maxie#She's so dear to me and we've only been dating for 4 months but they've been 4 months I've felt the most alive and seen#Its so easy to be cringe but free with her too idk#She makes me better and I hope I do the same for her. I don't want either of us to stagnate yknow?#But anyways yeah this is just a big journal entry of some kind I might do these every once and a while#Not to like. Brag??? I guess. Or show my mental illness so much. Its just kind of nice if friends know where I'm at in my life I guess#And idk having outside input on thoughts can be good. If any friends see this and go 'Hey Runa this is real weird maybe tone it down'#I can look at that stuff a bit more#Gonna tag this in a way I can find it and others in the future too#Runa diary logs#But yeah you're not hearing this from me but I wanna be with Maxine for the foreseeable future more than anything.#Gotta get my degree and a good job too and she's ofc not the only person in my life (I have Sara who is so very dear to me too ;w;)#Nor is she the only 'goal' I have either. I wanna make games I wanna make art. I wanna make something that other trans people#And queer people and just minorities in general can look at or play or experience and just go. Life is worth living#I love my life right now and I'm so glad I've made it to my late 20's.#Its only uphill from here :3#Wanna add on when I say she's not the only person in my life I mean that I have so many friends and people I love who love me too :3#âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâ€â€â€â€â€â€â€â€
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I was the one who's struggling to going through y6 but the realization I had when I realized you're my fav MineDai author a while back made my brain blue screen heuwje
Honestly thank you for the good food in both mediums âŒïžâŒïž
OHH YOU'VE ALSO READ MY MINEDAI FICS??? mortifying BUT i'm so glad you enjoy my stuff hi ^^ !!
#snap chats#i love makin stuff for em.. they make my brain happy#also hi :) hope Y6 is A Game for you#ik a lot of people squint at it. i am one of those people#its not a terrible game it's just reaaaally mid imo and the plot's not saving it#but w/e we can talk bout that when you finish it i hope you're able to find more joy out of it than the typical player !#O BTW I SAY MORTIFYING CAUSE IM REALLY INSECURE ABOUT MY WRITING â ïžâ ïž#'snap why post then' because i have an agenda and i want to Not be an insecure baby about my writing#i do love writing when i get the ball rolling because with writing i feel like i can better explore why i love these charcters#i can only do so much with comics and all and sometimes comics just cant fully convey what im trying to say#but UGH minedai... i love writing them the most No Shit but i just do#their dynamic is so fun and interesting and i dont really see it portrayed in a way that tickles me#not saying how other people do it is bad or wrong obvi its just that there are aspects of it i dont see touched on too much#it makes me really happy when people say they like my writing because of that tho#cause i truly dont expect people to- sometimes i feel like i portray them wrong or just not in a way people like#so yeah im glad you like my fics ! def gives me motivation to keep writing :)#but yeah sorry for the prattle- again thank you for reading ^^#i hope to have more minedai stuff done. i just gotta think of stuff first..#too busy being ill over my cringe and writing fics for that- which i have a new one ready i just have to look it over again
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She Wolf
A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!
Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!
Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)
divider credit here
âAre you ever gonna tell him?â
You looked up from your desk towards Ororoâs voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.
âGod, I donât know, âro. I donât think I should. Itâs just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.â
Youâd had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. Youâd probably be considered best friends by now with how much time youâd spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic âtough guyâ, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You werenât exactly a seemingly âsoftâ type either.
Youâd spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. Youâd been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldnât live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought youâd find some âhelpâ. Youâd been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. Youâd never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You werenât an animal. You just had teeth like one.
Knowing you couldnât lurk in town much longer, youâd hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that youâd met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now.Â
âI think you're underestimating how he feels about you,â Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week.Â
âI think youâre overestimating how he feels about me,â you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.
Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again.Â
âAre you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?â
You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scottâs voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.
âOkay, Logan, youâre gonna be the dog,â Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand.Â
He was definitely not as amused, âwhy do I have to be a damn dog?â
Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, âyouâre the thimble.â
She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play.Â
It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie.Â
âI think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,â Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.
âAnd what we have, obviously,â Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.
âGross,â Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer heâd hidden in the back of the fridge.
âI think someone is jealous,â Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.
âOf having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,â he scoffed.
As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasnât a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.
Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.
âYou donât seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think youâd be cute together,â she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.
âNah, definitely not my type of girl.â
It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like youâd been punched in the gut. You couldnât take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyoneâs gaze.Â
Definitely not my type of girl.Â
âI think I should head to bed, itâs getting late,â you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.
âThat was so mean,â Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.
âI didnât mean to be,â Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, ââŠdo you think sheâs mad at me?â
âProbably more hurt than mad,â Jean said honestly.Â
âShit,â he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, âwhat do I say?â
âNot that,â Marie replied, âwhy did you even say that anyway? You couldâve just said no.â
âI think you like her and youâre being mean so that she wont like you back because youâre afraid,â Ororo said after a moment of silence.Â
Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.
âAm I that easy to read?â His voice was muffled through his hands.
The rest of them couldnât help exchanging knowing smiles.
âSo you finally admit it,huh? Youâve got a crush,â Scott teased.
Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, âyou shut your fucking mouth or Iâll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesnât shine.â
âI think thatâs a yes,â Jean whispered to her boyfriend.
âTalk to her when you see her tomorrow. Weâre not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you canât accept your own,â Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.
âDo you think sheâs even gonna talk to me?â
âOnly one way to find out.â
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.
It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers.Â
Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.
âHave you guys seen her? Iâve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.â
âCanât really blame her,â Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed.Â
âSheâs in her room,â Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, âshe went up before dinner, said she wasnât hungry.â
He groaned, running a hand through his hair, âsheâs skipping dinner now too, great.â
âGo talk to her!â She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.
He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing.Â
âYou canât avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.â
Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.
Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot youâd leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like youâd gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.
âSheâs in her room, she went up before dinner,â Ororo answered.
âNo, sheâs not. And her purse is gone.â
Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybodyâs phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.
âIâm afraid you all have your work cut out for you,â he replied, finally opening his eyes.
âSo, where is she?â Ororo asked, worry in her voice.Â
âThere is a club called The Nightcrawler - â Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently.Â
âClub? What, like a book club?â He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable.Â
âMaybe we should just let her have fun,â Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.
Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. Youâd spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasnât sweatpants and a hoodie. Youâd settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that youâd bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you werenât Loganâs âtype of girlâ, you sure as hell were somebodyâs. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more.Â
âI feel ridiculous,â you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. Thatâs how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.
âHey, you wanna dance?â
He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didnât look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne.Â
âSure, why not?â
As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.
âI love this song!â You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.
S.O.S., she's in disguise
S.O.S., she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
âIronic,â you muttered under the music.
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.
âLogan, slow down!â Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.
âWhat if she didnât even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?â
âOh,â Jean laughed, â I see. Youâre jealous.âÂ
âNo.â
âYup.â
âNope.â
âSo youâd be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?âÂ
Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, âsure, whatever,â feigned disdain in his voice.
The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people.Â
âThis is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,â Scott shouted.
âNot necessarily,â Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.
âWhat?â Logan furrowed his eyebrows.
She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.
There's a she wolf in the closet
Open up and set it freeÂ
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
You didnât even look like you. Heâd never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter.Â
And you were with a guy.
Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way
âSo, what did we tell you?â Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.
âJust some kid,â he replied dismissively, turning to her, âdoesnât mean anything anyway.â
âYou sure?â Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.
That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way.Â
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys
I just want to enjoyÂ
By having a very good time
And behave very bad in the arms of a boy
You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.
The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.
S.O.S., she's in disguise
S.O.S., she's in disguise
âTouch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.â
You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you werenât bluffing.Â
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.
âGod damn it,â Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him.Â
âLogan!â Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip.Â
There's a she wolf in the closet
Let it out so it can breathe
âShit, Iâm kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?â He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.
âCome on,â Logan snapped, âweâre leaving.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?â You yelled back. You didnât want to stay anywhere near that guy but you werenât ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.
âHey, she doesnât really look like she wants to leave with you, man,â the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants.Â
âYeah? She doesnât want to stay with you either, jackass,â Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, âsheâs not interested.â
What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs.Â
âNo oneâs gonna fucking ask what I want, right?â You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you.Â
âYour little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?â The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Loganâs hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time.Â
âAlright - enough, enough, weâre leaving!â Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.
âWhat are you guys doing here?â You asked, turning to Logan, âand what the fuck was that?â
âWhat was that? Youâre welcome - âÂ
âI didnât ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?â
âOh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,â he scoffed, âhe had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.â
He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, âDonât - Donât touch me!â
None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and youâd definitely never snapped at Logan like that before.Â
You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete.Â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized to the rest of them,â but why are you guys here?â
âYou left without saying anything, we couldnât find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,â Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, âweâre so glad youâre okay.âÂ
You hugged her back.
âI just - I wanted to disappear for a while,â you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scottâs gaze.Â
âDo you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?â Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.
âShut it! Enough from you! Youâve done enough damage control!â
The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.
âHoney, I donât mean this in a bad way, but,â she paused, thinking over her words, âwhat were you gonna do to that guy if we hadnât stopped you?â
You understood what she meant immediately.Â
âWhat, you think I was going to kill him?â you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, âI wasnât. I donât do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.â
âI knowâŠso, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?â she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, âhe seemed kinda shady.â
Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.
You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.
âLiked the attention, I guess,â you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, âitâs been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.â
âHe only wanted one thing from you anyway,â he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.
âAnd I canât want it either?â
That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said âyou asked, you got the answerâ.
You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom.Â
âWhatâs going on with you?â
âLeave me be.â
You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out.Â
âLogan.â
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.
âMove.â
âIâm not leaving you alone until you tell me whatâs going on with you. You donât disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - â
âThereâs nothing to talk about. Goodnight,â you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.
âI care about you, you know, I was worried,â he began to explain.
You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasnât in the room.
âYeah? Why?,â you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, âIâm not your type of girl. Whatâs there to worry about?â
Loganâs face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him.Â
âIs that what this is about? Thatâs why you went out?â
âWhy do you care?âÂ
You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.
âStop.âÂ
You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.
You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.
âI didnât mean that.â
âYou donât have to lie to spare my feelings -â
âIâm not.â
He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.
âI only said that - listen, I only said that because - â Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.
âPlease, donât treat me like Iâm stupid, Logan.â
You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.
âFuck,â he sighed, âI only said that because I didnât want you to like me.â
You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.
âIt worked, are you happy?â
âNo, Iâm not - â
âWell, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.â
You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldnât quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldnât really help it once it started.Â
âOh, god, please, donât cry,â he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldnât.
âWhy would you do that?â You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldnât look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.
âIâm so sorry, princess, I am. Iâm really fucking stupid,â he huffed.Â
You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. Heâd called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name.Â
âAnd what happened there, at the club? âSheâs not interestedâ, what was that about?â You continued.
He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasnât much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.
âI like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldnât like me back and it would save you the trouble.â
Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.
âSave me the trouble of what?â
You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.
âI donât knowâŠhaving to deal with me, I guess. I - Iâve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.â
You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you.Â
âAnd earlier, when we picked you up,â he continued, âI acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Canât stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I donât know.â
Youâd never heard him sound so nervous in all the time youâd known him.
âYou are my type of girl,â he finally choked out, âonly type of girl Iâd ever want.â
All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind.Â
âItâs alright if you hate me, I canât say I really blame you. Fuck, Iâm sorry.â
He began to walk out, convinced heâd fucked up beyond repair.
âLogan.â
Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you.Â
No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top.Â
âYouâre not something to deal with, you know,â you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.
You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.
âIâve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldnât wallow in self pity because you didnât want me.â
âYou were trying to get over me,â he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, âI deserved that.â
After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.
âDid it work?â
His voice was low and soft, a tone youâd rarely heard him speak with.
You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath.Â
âNo. I donât think it was ever going to, either,â you laughed a little, âwhen that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didnât look anything like you.â
Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.
Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.
âCan I kiss you?â
You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.
You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him.Â
When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.
âWe shouldâve done that much sooner,â you giggled.
âAgreed.â
His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.
He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasnât long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.
âWanted you for so long,â he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, âI was so stupid.â
âWe both were,â you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.
âL-Logan,â you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.
He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, âCan I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.â
His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.
âMmm, uh-huh,â you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck.Â
âYou have to use your words, pretty girl,â he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if youâd disappear if he let go.Â
Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.
âY-yes, yeah - please,â you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.
âPlease what, baby?â
âYou - you can make it up to me,â you groaned into his neck.Â
He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back.Â
âCan I take this off you, baby?â
You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.
âEager, huh?â, he chuckled, âlet me, sweetheart.â
He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.
You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking.Â
âAh - Logan,â you whined, making him smile against your skin.
âI like it when you say my name, pretty girl,â he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs.Â
Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.
He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.
âI thought about you a lot, you know - like this,â he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.
You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.
âI thought about you like this, too,â you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.
âYeah?â
His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.
âThis what you think about when you fuck yourself?â He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.
You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.
âY - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.â
He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.
He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name.Â
A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.
âHey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?â
It was Scott.
 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face.Â
âY-yeah, Iâm alright, just - just tired,â you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.
âYou sure?â
You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing.Â
âYup, th-thank you, mâ jusâ gonna go to bed.â
Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.
Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.
âLogan, Iâm - â
âCâmon, pretty girl, câmon.â
His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.
âUh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,â he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.
âFuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,â you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.
He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers.Â
âI could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,â he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.
Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.
âFuck,â he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.
âYouâre into pain, huh?âÂ
You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.
âYouâre gonna pay for that, pretty girl,â he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing.Â
When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy youâd ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.
âWhat, are you nervous? Itâs alright sweetheart, Iâm not gonna hurt you.â
His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him.Â
You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking.Â
â âm not nervous, I want you, please,â you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist.Â
âYou sure?â he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust.Â
You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back.Â
Logan couldnât help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.
âSo tight,â he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.
âYou - fuck - youâre so fucking big,â you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out.Â
âFeels good?â
It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size.Â
âMm - uh-uh,â you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.
âUse your words, sweetheart,â he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him.Â
âY-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,â you whimpered.
That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress.Â
He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.
âS-someoneâs gonna - someoneâs gonna hear us,â you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again.Â
âDonât care, let âem,â he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you.Â
He really didnât have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure youâd never looked more beautiful.Â
âSo fucking pretty,â he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one heâd considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.
âBite me.â
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, âare you sure?â
âPlease.â
You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.
He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip.Â
âPlease.â
His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didnât enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again.Â
You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds.Â
Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm.Â
â âs good, huh, princess? Come on me, câmon,â he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.
âWant me to stay?â
âMhm - please.â
The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep.Â
âHey, pretty girl,â he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, âyou know I love you?â
The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried youâd misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.
âReally?â
âOf course. You think I wouldâve done that with you if I wasnât in love?â
You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasnât that he hadnât had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since heâd bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasnât the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didnât have to be.Â
âI love you too,â you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.
âI shouldâve told you much sooner,â he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.
Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.
âYou can make it up to me some more.â
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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks
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Part Six
Can't stop thinking about reader finally giving the boys a taste of their own medicine. And hurting my own feelings in the process of it all. I wanted to make this a baddie reader chapter, but its just a saddie reader chapter. I played Down Bad by T.S on repeat while writing this. Y'all need to thank @blueladys-world for being my ventor for this part.
None of them came the next day to pick up the box of everything you had collected. By everything, quite literally everything. Birthday cards and gifts. Keepsakes from your time together they had given you. Even going as far as returning lingerie they had given you. You didn't want any trace of them in your home anymore. You were gonna have to work hard in rebuilding it to be your safe space once again.
You were surprised that someone from the expo had DM'd you. Renée was an author who had tried to stop by to your stand, but got too caught up in the day. She was in London, working on her next series installment and wanted to pick your brain. Writer to writer.
The two of you agreed on a time. She had mentioned wanting to try this restaurant the last time she visited and you already knew you would be putting that meal on a credit card. It was a bit of splurge, but after the past week you deserved it. You could even wear that sexy black number that had been collecting dust in your closet.
By the time you were done getting ready and squeezing into your dress, you looked more ready for a date than dinner with a colleague.
A colleague. You had a colleague!!!
The knock on the door pulled you from your girlish glee. You didn't need to guess who it was. Your friends knew to text you before they came over and Renée had agreed just to meet you at the restaurant.
It was one of them.
You didn't even t bother looking through your peephole before you opened the door to find Johnny standing there with a floral arrangement of your favorite flowers.
Johnny began to speak, afraid you were going to shut him down immediately no less. But no words came out. His eyes traveled up and down your body, taking you in.
A vision.
You wanted to snap at him that your eyes weren't located on your hips. But damn if it didnât feel empowering seeing Johnnyâs gaze gloss over.
"Fuck me." He swore, gathering his bearings before realizing you were dressed. In a sexy black dress and heels and makeup and oh, fuck you were going out. "Where are you going?"
"First off, none of your business," you said holding a finger up. "And secondly, what are you doing here?"
"Listen," "Bon-"
"The box is right there." You said pointing to a large cardboard box on the floor. "That's everything."
"If you just let me make it-"
"Up to me?" You cut him off again. "I'm over it. Really."
"Just give me a chance."
"Either you haven't spoken to the other two to know I am well and truly done with this situationship, or youâre hoping some half-ass apology and flowers will let you get a last fuck in and the skedaddle. So hopefully if it was latter, hopefully the former answered that for ya.â
So if that's all you came here for, I've got to get going. My reservation is at seven and it's rude to keep a friend waiting."
"It's been a week and you're already going on a date?" He accused.
"Who said anything about a date?" You didn't outright say it wasn't. Where would be the fun in that? âIt's just dinner with a colleague.â You didnât want to lie. It wasnât a date. But you didnât need to say it was a woman. âHardly a date.â
âLook at the sight of ye!" He said, taking the opportunity to take a quick look at how deliciously your ass filled that dress. âA fookinâ dinner with a colleague. Like one of us would show up to a briefing like that.â You opened your compact. Not needed in the age of cellphones but loving the feminine touch.
There was something so... seductive about using a compact mirror to apply your lipstick.
âKyle does have the legs for this dress.â You said, applying that lipstick he loves. That same shade that looked beautiful on your lips. The same lipstick you would mark all over Johnnyâs body. âBelieve what you want. Not my problem anymore.â
You put your compact back in your purse along with the lipstick in case you needed to reapply it after dinner.
Johnny's eyes zeroed in on your lips before his eyes met yours. That's when you felt it again. That undeniably spark of chemistry that you had with him. With all of them. That feeling that sucked the very breath from your lungs and for a moment all you could see was the man in front of you.
"Bonnie," he said placing his hands on your neck. His thumbs stroking your cheeks softly. "Just one more chance." He begged, his voice breaking. "I'm a fucking git, but I won't let you go again. I won't leave." You knew that when it came to promises, Johnny had proven that even if he didn't mean to break them, he had forgotten he made them in the first place.
But in that moment you didn't care. Even after everything, Meredith was right. You had loved them. Everything else had ended so shitty. John had blamed you. Kyle had only shown up until it was too late. And Simon. The last time you would ever hear his voice was after he said such cruel things to you.
No.
If you were done with Johnny, you won't let the last time he fucked you being a quick, rough fuck doggystyle before leaving you naked and alone in your bed.
No. The last time with Johnny needed to be good. It might make it harder to finally leave, but you needed this. You needed to know that he could still make love to you and not just fuck you like an animal in heat.
"Johnny?" You asked. Your mouth dangerously close to his. "I don't want you to fuck me."
"I don't have to," he said, starting to take a step back to give you some space before your hands reached his. Holding him in place.
He can't let you go. You couldn't let him go. Not yet. Just one more. You needed just one more time to get him out of your system. The closure you needed.
"Make love to me." You begged, your eyes pleading. "I need to know that I wasn't just something you wanted to fuck." You don't move as his eyes search yours, looking for reassurance. When you nod, his mouth softly touches your own.
His hands travel along your body, but never fully leave you. Sliding your neck to your back. Pulling your body closer to his. A hand placed on your hip so tightly he's afraid you might disappear.
There's no rush, no haste in his touch. His mouth not eager to devour you.
He's slow. With his hands, his tongue. Even when he picks you up and walks to your bedroom with your legs around his waist.
He doesn't throw you on the bed.
Not this time.
He lays you down. His body laying on top of yours. His hand skimming along your bare thighs, but not daring to travel any higher.
But damn you needed him. You wanted love making, but if he didn't get inside you soon, you weren't sure you could let him go after this. You weren't sure you would be able to leave.
"Johnny," you whimpered, pulling away from his mouth. "Please." You took his hand, putting it between your thigh. Aching for any friction.
He obeyed without hesitation. If you told him to get on his bark, he would in that moment. Anything to make you happy. Anything to keep you.
"Got to get you out of this dress first." He resting on his knees before he began to slide the black satin from your thighs to your stomach. You maneuvered, helping him undress you leaving you in nothing.
"I thought you liked the dress." You couldn't help, but tease. Your hand finding its home on the back of his neck, pulling you to him once more.
In a tone lacking any note of humor and in all seriousness, he looked at you. Really looking at you. Taking in how your smile reached your beautiful eyes before he said, "I want you bare to me when I take you."
You felt your stomach flutter at his words before he began to take off his clothes.
He joined you again. His body relaxing when they got between your legs again. His mouth traveled from your exposed neck to your nipples. Sucking and flicking them with his tongue until your back arched. Pressing harder into his mouth.
Your hands tangled in his soft brown hair before you boldly guided him to your already dripping core. He slid down your body before his hands began to push your knees apart until you were fully expose to him.
With your knees bent, Johnny settled on his stomach, placing soft kisses on your soft inner thighs. God, did he love seeing you squirm. He smiled at your tortured expression before looking down at your sex. "There she is." He said before placing a kiss on your pussy.
It wasn't sloppy. He wasn't diving in and licking at your center like so many times before. He was kissing it just as tenderly as he kissed your mouth. Slowly building it deeper and deeper. Adding tongue. Breaking away to readjust his head.
The delicious ache between your thighs began to become to unbearable. "Need you inside me." You panted. "Johnny-"
"Shhh." He soothed. "Got to warm you up first , Bonnie." He said before slipping his finger inside of you. One was all it took before your head settled against the pillows again. When your body relaxed, he added another. He would need to add three to make sure you were good and ready.
His digits stroked that spongy spot inside of you that made your toes curl. "You're barely fitting around my fingers." Johnny was a good 6 inches in length, but the girth is what always did you in. It hurt to take anything past his head into your mouth. If you fucked him without any preparation, especially after a week of no sex, he would tear you into too.
His tongue caressed your clit, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt your first orgasm creeping up on you.
"Johnny." You moaned, your fingers running through his soft brown hair.
"Give it to me, beauty." He panted. "Come on my face. Squeeze my fingers, Lass." He begged before his mouth went back to you.
It was like lightning. Your body now sensitive after being forsaken for so long. Your vision blurred and before you could process it, Johnny was sitting on his haunches between your legs, stroking his cock.
You could only nod, dazed and barely keeping a grip onto the reality of what this was.
The end.
He leaned forward, his cock nestling against you. You knew this was going to be nothing compared to his fingers. "Tell me if I need to stop."
You smiled, mockingly. Reminding him, "Not our first time together, Johnny." just our last.
"You were wrapped tight around my fingers." He gave a half smile before kissing your forehead. The gesture like a knife twisting in your heart. "I just don't want to hurt you."
"I'm ready." You brought your legs around his waist again. Pulling him to you, your arms wrapping around his neck as your mouths meet.
He presses into you. The head of his cock sliding inside just one or two inches. You body contracting around him in a small spasm. He swallows your moan and lets you adjust. He pulls away before looking down where the two of you meet.
"I could die like this, Lass." He said, his breath coming out unsteady as he tries his best to control himself. So close to just burying himself inside of you to the fucking hilt. "Seeing you like this is this first thing I want to see when I make it to the other side." You let out a choked cry as he pushes deeper inside you. Another inch. And another. And another until you're taking all of him.
He slurs something that sound like "fuck", but you are in too much of a daze to care. You arch into him, trying to get closer.
His thrusts are slow and deep. His pubic bone brushing against your clit making you whine and squirm. Begging for more.
You're not sure how long he had fucked you like that.
You needed it to stop.
You couldn't handle it. The softness. His words.
I could die like this, Lass.
Your lip quivered as you told him you wanted to be on top. You needed a moment. A chance to create a bit of space before he shattered your world yet again.
He pulled out. His absence already making you ache for him again before he settled beside you.
You squatted above his cock. Your feet flat against the mattress as you grabbed his hardness and slipping it inside of you. The sound you let out was pornographic. A high pitched, soft moan slipping from your lips as he buried himself inside of you again.
You placed you hands on his chest. Using the leverage to ride him. Your arms serving as barrier for you to get your bearings.
You used his body just as he had used yours. Throwing your head back, you moved faster and faster. Readjusting so your hands went from his chest to his stomach, giving him a better view of your connecting bodies.
His hand slips between the two of you, thumb pressing against your clit, and you tighten even more around. A needy whimper coming out of your throat. The sound mixing in with the sounds of his labored breathing and slapping skin as he begins to fuck up into you.
Even though he had been doing all the work for the last several minutes, you felt the tension start to creep into your calf.
"Fuck fuck fuck." You screech, barely able to hold yourself up any longer. "Ow." You hissed as the cramp took hold.
"Leg cramp?" He asked, not even faltering in his thrusts. You pathetically nod before he takes it upon himself to flip you on your back again.
"I'm going to do this every chance I can." He promises, pressing a searing kiss onto your exposed neck. "Any chance you'll give me." You can't take it. His words, his mouth, his fucking cock. It's too much. "I'm going to show you how much I want you. How much I want to fucking worship ye. Do anything to make you feel good. Not going to leave you again like that, Bonnie."
You reach for him again, pull him into a searing kiss just to shut him up. You need him to shut up. You couldn't take his false promises. You wouldn't survive it. Couldn't.
"Shit." His thrusts quicken, his thumb returning to your swollen bud. Flicking it in a way he had crafted into an art. He buries his face into your neck and you know he's getting close.
You weren't too far behind.
He didn't want to come, not yet, but this was fully out of his control. It was pathetic. A week without sex and you had him nearly coming in the first ten minutes.
But that's what you want. To see him lost in the idea that you would stay.
"Johnny." You groan out. "Please. Cum inside me."
He draws fast, beautiful circles around your clit that immediately push you over the edge. You shut your eyes tight, squeezing him like a vice as you come in strong waves, continuing to push inside you.
in out in out in out.
Deliciously clenching around him tighter and tighter until he can't take it anymore.
"Fuck," he says again, and you see it in his face, and you see it in his face, the second it's all over for him. You want to sear the image in your head. Keep it there forever. Knowing you'll never see it again. The way those enchanting blue eyes squint nearly shut before closing in complete ecstacy.
His mouth would open. A moan caught in his throat that he isn't ready to let go.
His hand closes around your hip, holding you to him while he presses as far as he can go, and it's only then do you feel his cock twitch in quick, jerky movements. He moans out your name before taking your mouth into a searing kiss.
"I fucking love you." He says. "So fucking much."
He was still under the blanket when you returned from the bathroom. You picked up your clothes up from the floor. Looking at the clock realizing you had less than five minutes to get out the door before you would be late for dinner.
"What are you doing?" he asked. You couldn't look at him. Hearing the panic in his voice almost made you stop. Tell him it really was just dinner with a colleague. A woman. That you would be back. Beg him to wait until you came home.
"I can't cancel on the dinner." You said slipping your feet into your heels. "This was a mistake."
You weren't sure why you said it. You weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. If you wanted to hurt him or make him think you regretted it when you would truthfully do it again. You would do it again and again. You would never stop.
Like Johnny, you could have died in that moment, but for a completely different. Where he would be content, you would be saved from the pain. The pain currently coursing throughout your very soul.
"Lock the door behind you." You say as you practically sprint out the bedroom. Only slowing in your stride to snatch your purse off the kitchen counter before running out. The door slamming behind you.
The restaurant was nicer than you expected. The wine alone was the price of an entree. You didn't seem to be phased at all and were relieved when Renée insisted on picking up the bill.
Your dinner had been delicious and the conversation even better. Renée wrote fantasy romance and wanted to pick your brain about a Why Choose. You had nearly spent out the over priced wine you weren't even really enjoying. Oh the irony.
"It's like all the rage now, but it's hard to make more than one appealing as the love interest. You should have seen the Goodreads comments on my last book. So many people bitched about my FMC not ending up with a character who was quite literally her adopted brother."
"So," you took a breath trying to find the words. "I'm going to be honest. I only read your latest book and I loved Luka. But I can't compare him to other MMCs you've written about so I don't know if they are similar or different. But what I can say is that I'm seeing like this trend of MMCs where they are all this dark-haired, brooding or mysterious character who dislikes mostly everyone and is only soft for either a select few or only the FMC."
"I think if you are going to write a Why Choose you need to think of guys you wouldn't mind falling in love with." You couldn't help, but think of what drew you to your boys. "One could be the leader. Someone who isn't afraid to have his neck on the line. To make sure everyone else is taken care of and being strong enough to handle the stress of that. He would be big on words of affirmation. Lifting the FMC up. For me, it would be someone that I know will take care of business. He's confident in his decision. That confidence would extend to me." You clear your throat. "If I was the FMC, that is."
"Okay." She nodded, pulling out a pen and notepad. "You don't mind if I-"
"I don't write about polygamy." Crossed that bridge. Currently trying to burn it. "So feel free."
"Another could be the one who it's so easy to fall in love with their charm. The one who falls to his knees. Wanting to worship every inch of her. The one who makes her laugh. That one to make her forget about the sadness that creeps into her bones. The one to hold her whenever he could. He's about quality time and physical touch."
"So different love languages." She said, her pen quickly scribbling.
"Yeah." You said, leaning forward. "Then there is the gift giver." Your mind went to Gaz. Most of the gifts and trinkets in the box sitting by your door had came from him. He had gotten you new earbuds when yours broke. When you were being harassed at your gym, he had bought you and him a membership at a different one. "The one who would give her the world if she asked for it. If you're going with a high fantasy then maybe the one to take note of something at a market that the FMC had been eyeing and he bought it for her. Just someone who takes notice like that."
"So acts of service would fall with all of them then you think?"
No. Simon had been the one who probably spent the least amount of money on you. He didn't praise you like John. He didn't even try to attach himself at your hip like Johnny.
But if you needed something fixed, he would come fix it himself. He'd be damned letting a strange man into your apartment. And alone? Fucking forget about it. The one who hated any sort of cardio activity outside of fucking you, but didn't hesitate in attempting to keep up with you when you wanted to go on a run and get some fresh air. If you needed something done, he didn't pay someone else to do it. He did it. If you wanted to do something, he made it happen. He made you safe.
You couldn't bring yourself to say explain it. Your eyes begin to itch. Warning you to think of something else.
So instead you just told her yeah. That they would all commit acts of service. And even in your hypothetical explanation of characters that haven't even been written yet, Simon was still the ghost among them.
"Lucky fucking girl." Renée said setting down her pen.
"Yeah." You said, downing the rest of your wine.
You walked home. The cool crisp wind feeling like it was whipping your exposed skin. It was soothing as the ghost of Johnny's touch still seemed to burn you.
You had hoped that you would get some closure, but you just felt hollow. You came twice and still manage to leave unsatisfied. Johnny wasn't malicious... he was Johnny. He wasn't like the others. Simon would never apologize and John and Kyle wouldn't try to keep reaching out after you told them know once.
Johnny couldn't stand you being mad at him. He never could. He would beg and beg for your forgiveness. You didn't regret fucking him one last time. He needed to know that you were well and truly done. There was no going back from this.
"Hey, Love!" You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a voice coming from a source you couldn't see. You perked up, quickly scanning the dimly lit street before your eyes settled on a cluster of shadows just across the street. "Yeah." The slurring voice said again. "Talking to you gorgeous!"
You resumed your trek home. Now picking up your pace. "Don't be like that! Where ya off to?" The voice followed you. You kept your gaze straight. You were three minutes away. Three minutes and you would be at your building.
Three minutes.
Three minutes.
"What's the rush?" Another voice joined the cacophony. "Just want to have a chat."
You turned. They were maybe twenty feet away. You kept your eyes glued to them as your started to make a run for it.
You had made it about ten feet before your body collided with someone. Firm hands gripped your upper arms, steading you as you threatened to fall back.
You sucked in a breath of air, ready to scream when you looked up. It was too dark to make out the man's facial features. He was tall. His head eclipsing the street lamp just behind him. You shook beneath his hands. The voices behind you now silent.
"Keep walking." You didn't need to see his face. You knew that deep timber voice anywhere. He released you from his grip before letting you pass him.
"Just wanted to have a chat." You heard one of them try to reason. "No harm done."
"No harm done yet." Was the last thing you heard Simon say before you broke out into a full fledged run.
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pairing: god!satoru gojo x fem!reader
summary: you had prayed and prayed for the drought to finally end, for the village to finally be granted rain, so when meeting one of the gods you strike a deal and pay the price.
content: 4.4k, smut, pwp, big dick!gojo, virgin!reader, praise, degradation, dirty talk, cunnilingus (fem. receiving), ice play, bondage, gagging, fingering, squirting, orgasm control, overstimulation, public but also not public sex
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The heat beat down on your face as you walked up the hill, buckets of water straining your shoulders. Your throat was parched and you were drenched in sweat. You were so thirsty it was unbearable. It had been months since the last rain and the nearest stream was miles away. Your village had long since lost hope, abandoning their faith in the gods. But not you. You knew they were up there. You believed they would help.
While everyone else assumed the drought would eventually end, as it had before, you couldnât wait. Your brother was so young; he might not survive much longer. Water was life and without it survival was impossible.
âHey, Ren.â You forced a smile for your brother. His face was flushed, and his clothes were tattered. âCome on, you need to drink this.â
Ren coughed, struggling to sit up. âY/n, youâre back.â
âYeah.â You brought the bowl closer to his lips, urging him to drink. He sipped weakly. âHow have you been feeling?â
âI feel really hot.â You felt his forehead and sighed when you felt it even warmer than before. The fever he had was burning through his body. Ren wrapped his arms around your waist, clinging on you tightly. âY/n you wonât leave me will you? Not like mum and dad.â
Brushing his hair out of his eyes, you felt your heart break a little. âOf course I wonât leave you. Youâre gonna be stuck with me for the rest of your life, promise.â He grinned, giggling. Thereâs a small bit of you that wished that this would end soon but you knew better.Â
âI love you Y/n.â Ren mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.
âLove you too Ren.âÂ
You were shaken awake and you nearly screamed when you caught sight of a beautiful face in front of you. His jaw was perfectly chiselled and his lips were plump, kissable almost. You felt your cheeks flushed. His eyes were what captured you most of all. Sapphire swirls painted his eyes, you felt yourself being pulled towards him.Â
âYou mortals really do sleep like - whatâs the saying? Oh yes - like the dead.â His sneer transformed his handsome features into something far more menacing. âDonât you know itâs disrespectful to spend the night at a temple?â
âI-Iâm sorry, I must have fallen asleep by accident.â You tried to move away but it was like an invisible force was keeping you from moving your limbs. He smirked, crawling closer to you so that you were inches apart. âW-Who are you?â
âLittle mortal doesnât know who I am.â His tongue flicked over his lips. âYouâre in my temple, little one.â
"Y-Your templeâŠ" The cogs in your brain turned and you let out a frightened gasp. "Y-You're a God." Â
He grinned, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Smarter than you look. It's Y/n isn't it?" Words failed you and you felt your throat grow dry. He twisted a strand of your hair around his finger. "You've been praying for a heavy rain season for weeks. How could I not remember your name."Â
"Does that mean you'll help me?"Â
"I'm afraid the weather is in my brother's domain. I control the oceans, mortal."Â
"I know who you are, Satoru Gojo, God of the oceans and earthquakes. Your brother controls the sky and its weather." You said meekly, feeling your cheeks burn at how close he was. The tapestries had always depicted him as a handsome man with bulging muscles. But something about seeing him in real life had you so enamoured.Â
Satoru smirked, the blue in his eyes growing even brighter. His body glowed with a soft, golden aura. You gulped, unable to meet his gaze. "And yet you knew that, but still came to pray to me every day, making sacrifices as well."
"W-Well they say you're the most generous s-so I thoughtâŠ"
"You thought I would help you?" Satoru cocked his head to the side. "Don't you know everything comes with a price?"Â
"And I'm willing to pay that price."Â
A silent pause passed between the two of you before a smirk crept up on Satoruâs face. You noticed his eyes grow darker, the bright pigment transformed into a much more seductive hue.
âMy, my, little mortalâs brave.â You felt his eyes trailing over your body and you felt like youâre being hunted. âSo youâll do anything?â His fingers brushed over your thigh teasingly. You nodded.Â
A wicked grin spread across his face. You squeaked in surprise when his mouth collided onto yours. The intoxicating scent of the ocean filled your senses and your eyes fluttered shut. Satoruâs lips moved ferociously against yours, it made you feel dizzy yet they tasted sweet at the same time. You could taste the sugary taste of leftover ambrosia as he delved into your wet cavern, tongue exploring each and every crevice.Â
Your arms remained by your side, unsure of what to do. But when Satoru tugged you forward, they wrapped around him tightly, and you felt him smirk. Your hands wandered over his rippling muscles, trying to carve the feeling into your memory. He bit down on your bottom lip, drawing the slightest bit of blood.
The taste of your own blood mingled with the sweetness of ambrosia, created a heady mixture that made you gasp. Satoru pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your skin. "Everything comes with a price, little one." He murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "Are you sure you're willing to pay it?"
You nodded, breathless and trembling. "Anything, just please help us."
Satoru's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Very well, mortal. But remember, once a deal is struck with a god, there's no going back."
His fingers traced patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "You'll belong to me," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Body and soul."
You felt yourself growing hot as he ravaged your mouth, a soft growl emitting from his throat. You werenât familiar with his actions, you had never been bedded, too busy tending to your sick brother. The people had called you many names but you didn't care. But now, with your minimal experience, you were nervous, scared even at the thought of a God deflowering you. Nevertheless, you started to grow wet, your pussy started to stick to the thin piece of cloth that covered you.Â
Satoru pulled away yet again, a single strand of salvia connected the both of you as he awaited your answer. You panted, out of breath and slightly intoxicated from just the sense of him.Â
âDo you accept?â His voice was deep and sultry, something about him was so deliciously seductive that you couldn't help the way your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.
"I accept."Â
Satoru's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Good. Then let our pact be sealed." He captured your lips again, this time more possessively, his hands roaming your body with a newfound intensity. You let out a moan as his tongue slithered back into your mouth.Â
He sunk two fingers into your folds making you whimper at the stretch. Your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging down. Satoru licked his lips, continuing to pump into you, gradually increasing the pace. The lewd noises that filled your ears made a blush rise to your cheeks. Never in your life have you felt so dirty, so shameless.
"You're dripping, my sweet. Who would've thought you'd be this turned on." His tone was laced with unmistakable lust and hunger. "Been watching you for so long. Couldn't wait any longer to be inside you." He growled, fucking into you faster, drawing louder moans out of you.Â
"S-SatoruâŠ" You gasped as he plunged another digit into you, manoeuvring his fingers so he hit all the right spots. "I-IâŠ"
He stared at your core, your juices all over. For a second he slowed down, giving you a chance to breathe and relax before he picked up the pace. Curling his fingers, touching your sweet sensitive spots in your velvet walls. His thumb rubbed your clit, playing with your sensitive nub. A tight hot rope seemed to wrap around your stomach as Satoru continued to fuck you harder. He smirked as your walls squeezed his fingers. You let out a gasp when he touches a particular spot within you.Â
"Close my sweet?" He whispered, lips brushing against your ear and it sent you closer to your high. All you could do is nod fervently, the twisting feeling wrapping around your stomach tightened. You mewled as he fucked you faster, adding another digit. âYou canât cum just yet, got to make sure youâre ready for my cock.â He hummed.
You clenched around his fingers once more, tears pricked your eyes as you threw your head back at the pleasure you were receiving. Satoru surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He swallowed your moans and whimpers. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving soft open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Your noises were like music to his ears as he drank in every moan, whimper, mewl - the breathy gasps and the lewd pants.Â
âYou know my sweet, thereâs something that I love about being a God.âÂ
You gazed at him through your lashes, his lips curling up into a devilish smirk. An ice cube appeared in his hand. You werenât sure what to think until he slid it up and down your hot wet folds, then you were gasping at the coldness that hit your core. There was a rush of newfound delight that filled you up and you were rutting your hips, asking for more.
Satoru simply grinned, pushing the cube of ice further inside you watching your reactions bloom in front of him. His fingers were dripping with both water and your arousal. You let out a soft hiss when the ice cube is pressed harder into you. The coldness contrasted with the warmness of your needy walls. It spiked through your body as it made your blood rise and your head became light at the overwhelming feeling. You were clutching onto Satoru with so much force that it would hurt him but he didnât care, not when he was in the midst of unravelling you.
âLetâs see how many you can hold.â It shocked you into a frenzy when you felt another ice cube get pushed inside you, the last one still slowly melting.Â
âMmmph. Too much, ngh, feels weird, âs too much.â Your mind seemed to explode as you babbled incoherently. âF-fuckkk âtoru itâs cold a-and-â
You were unable to finish your sentence as Satoru reached out his hands to pinch your clit causing you to jolt forward at the sudden gesture. You felt a rush as you gazed up at him. watching his smirk grow as he looked at your sopping pussy.Â
âYouâre so beautiful!â He teased your folds, rubbing against them harsher. âTake more for me okay? Youâre such a good girl, my sweet, keep that dirty pussy dripping as I stuff you, okay?â Satoruâs lips brushed your ear. âThen Iâll let you cum.â
You felt yourself spiralling into euphoria when he slid his finger down your pussy. His tongue flicked over his lips as he admired your fucked out face. Morals left your body and you let your urges take over. All reason and thought left you as you were reduced to a whining needy mess. Your pussy clenched pathetically around the ice cubes, the cold still surprising you. Satoru did nothing but coo at you, tucking strands of loose hair behind your ear.
âCome on my sweet.â He urged. âYou're doing so well. This pussy is so pretty, sheâs just so gorgeous, fuckkk, wish you could see her.â
âA-Ah, âtoru good f-feels so g-good.âÂ
You were writhing beneath his grip, a feeling of overwhelming pleasure surged through you as he continued his actions. Your pussy constricted around his fingers and you felt something grow within you. Your nerves and senses were heightened as you felt his fingers nudge at your swollen clit.Â
âI-I feel somethingg, ngh, f-feels weird like Iâm gonna burst-â You gasped out, unable to keep the noises within you.
âAwwww.â Satoruâs tone was mocking as he watched your tiny frame twist and turn under his grip. A wicked grin spread across his face. âYouâre close, my sweet, beg to cum and maybe Iâll be nice enough to let you.âÂ
It was almost painful but the pleasure was so uncontrollable that it overtook any pain you felt. Satoru slid another freezing ice cube into you, making you scream. Your mind was dizzy and you could only feel yourself getting stretched repeatedly with the cold object. Your pussy walls were both cold and hot, the mixture that Satoru had concocted dripping from them. Sweat covered your body, glistening as the sun shone down. You felt like you were on the verge of collapsing, so desperate for an unknown pleasure to come to your saviour.
âS-Satoru...cum, p-please. W-Wanna cumâŠâ You stuttered helplessly, silently shrieking at the contrast of temperatures.
âMore, beg more.â
You screamed at the feeling as his fingers thrusted in you making your head light as you desperately gripped onto his shoulders, clawing at some sort of way to tether you to the present. His words were laced with seduction as he continued to tease you.
âC-Cum cum cum, please pleaseee, needa cum so b-bad âtoru fuckkk! P-Please let me cum, âs too much need it s-so bad, please please please!â
Satoru laughed as he buried his head in your neck, placing kisses on the empty space. He loved your desperate pleas, the breathy moans that would fill the gaps and the tears that followed as you begged him for something you had never experienced before.
âYouâve been such a good girl.â He purred, his deep voice making you clench around him. âAnd good girls deserve to cum. Go on my sweet, let it all out on my fingers, make a mess of this pussy.âÂ
You felt a wave of ecstasy rush over you as he pressed his fingers down, biting into your neck. Your body shook at the sensation that overcame you. You rocked against Satoru as you felt your pussy squeeze and constrict. A newfound feeling gushed from within you and you felt yourself scream at the pleasure. Your mind was reduced to filth as you moaned, the ringlets of your release jolting through your body. Satoru groaned at the way your cum coated his fingers and he stared at your desperate cunt, watching the aftermath of the mess you had just created. You didnât know what to think, your mind cloudy and confused.Â
âYou fucking squirted, dirty fucking girl.â His eyes were transfixed and suddenly you felt embarrassed at the wetness between your thighs. He reached his hands out forcing you to stay open for him, exposing your most private part for him to ogle at. âWho knew this cute little pussy was capable of such filthy things. Youâre just a whore in disguise arenât you?â
Your pathetic mewls convinced him of nothing. Satoru stared in wonder at your pussy, watching as you clenched around nothing. He slid his fingers in his mouth, tasting every bit of you. A low moan was heard before he dived down licking up your mess. Still sensitive, you cried in shock, threading your hands through his hair. He sucked harshly at your sensitive bud, lapping at your juices. The feeling made tears bleed from your eyes and you tug on his wispy locks.Â
âLike it, my sweet?â His voice sent tingles down your spine and you held back the urge to scream. âCanât hear you?â
âL-Like it so much âtoruâŠâ You let out a shaky breath, beads of your tears clinging onto your lashes. âP-PleaseâŠâ
He lapped at your cunt greedily, swallowing every single drop. Your arousal dripped from his chin with a mixture of his salvia. His ears were blessed at the loud squelch that would emit from between your legs. Everything was so messy but he didnât care as he continued to play with your pretty cunt. You could only whine and quiver at the feeling. Your legs shook, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Blissful thoughts whizzed by as he kept you locked in an euphoric sensation. You struggled to not cry out and sob when white dots blurred your vision.Â
Satoru flicked his tongue against your engorged clit, plunging the wet muscle inside. His mouth was hot and you felt his tongue circle your swollen clit messily while you stuttered out pleading moans. He pried open your thighs, desperate to access deeper into the precious new heaven he had discovered. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head at the overstimulation, finding it hard to focus on anything as your senses overloaded. Your mouth hung open as sweet whines constantly fell from your lips. All you could do was lie there letting Satoru ravage your pussy like a man dying of thirst.
âC-Close, close so so so close!â You gasped when you felt him release with a pop before diving back down to continue to suck. âToo much, âtoru âs too much, feels t-too gooddddâŠâ
It wasnât long before you were cumming again. Another round of your wet arousal coating his face and he licked it clean. You were drooling now, salvia running down your chin as you felt the tears run down your face. It was too much and you feel yourself fall into a new world of pure pleasure. You could feel Satoruâs lustful grin against you as he sucked your pussy. Your thighs shook, chest heaving up and down. Despite the fact you had just released it never stopped the god from indulging you in his carnal desire.
"Sweet little Y/n." He cooed as his thumb ghosted circles around your puffy clit. âThink youâre ready for my cock?âÂ
It was a question that didnât need an answer but you still nodded your head lifelessly. Your body was limp in his grip and you struggled to hold yourself up, relying only on him. Satoru smirked from above you, pushing you down on the marble floor. His hands were big and warm and the simple touch had heat blossoming at your pussy. You barely registered what was happening until you had your hands tied together. A thin golden cord wrapped around your wrists and Satoru bit his lip. You looked so beautiful, so pretty, so submissive.Â
âI like you this way my sweet. All tied up and ready to be used.â He frowned and you panicked, scared you had angered him. He snapped his fingers and you found a piece of cloth in your mouth, stopping you from speaking. âThatâs better, as much as I love your noises I find this much more appealing.â
Your eyes widened when he reached down to release his cock from its confines. You had never seen something so big and dare you say pretty. Satoruâs cock was red and flushed, pre cum oozing out of the swollen tip, dripping like pearls as they rolled down his fat cock head. You felt yourself drool at the sight and you didnât think you would want something in your mouth so bad. He grinned smugly at your reaction, knowing you were unable to say anything as you stared transfixed at the sight before you.
âDonât worry my sweet, Iâll make sure to make you feel so good. I know how much this pussy loves to be filled up.â
The words are dirty yet you couldnât help but let out a muffled whine as he picked you up. His tip pushed past your folds, nudging into your pussy hole. You shut your eyes letting yourself feel the stretch that he gave you. His cock was so big and every bit of your body felt like it was on fire as he continued to push inside. He paused letting you adjust, whispering into your ear quietly. Filthy praises that only made you drip and mewl. It felt like magic and you whimpered into your gag helplessly. Satoruâs fingers brushed through your hair and he peppered sweet kisses across your face.Â
It was like your world had imploded as he thrusted into you. Nothing else mattered as you moaned and squirmed at his touch. Your senses went into overdrive as he quickened his thrusts. He pumped in and out of you. He filled every crevice of your sex. His pace never slowed even as you felt all the energy leave your body. You screamed into the gag when he hit that particular spot that had you keeling. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head and you gasped for air through the gag.Â
âFuckkk youâre so tight, such a slutty virgin pussy. Look at how youâre gripping on my cock my sweet, sheâs so loud.â
His words only made you keen with desire as you gave in to the carnal temptation that bloomed within you.Â
âMmmmph!â Your moans grew louder with every harsh thrust as his cock touched every part of your gummy walls. âAh-Ah-Ah! âtoruuuu!â
Satoru showed no mercy as he pounded into you. Cock plunging in and out of your pussy. Wet noises echoed through the walls of the temple and a small part of you felt bad for doing this, here of all places. It was inappropriate but it felt so good. Too good even. He continued his movements and the binds that once bound you vanished and you assumed that this was a sign that Satoru wanted you to touch him so you obeyed. Your fingers dragged down his back, sure to leave marks. Fingers fluttered from place to place, desperate for something to anchor you.
âYou look so beautiful, pussy sucking in my big cock. Such a good girl for me.â He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Everything he did felt amazing. âMoan for me my sweet, go on let me hear those filthy sounds.âÂ
You obeyed his command letting the lewd sounds tumble from your lips as you gasped for more. Your hands roamed the vast expanse of his body, the taut muscles that lay under your hands, each touch ignited sparks. His grip on you tightened, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp again. Every brush of his lip, every stroke of his tongue, every bite and nibble was a reminder of his power and you couldnât help but give in completely.Â
The vigor that he fucked you with was compared to no man and you couldnât help the lustful sounds that escaped your lips as his hips snapped to yours. It made your mind reel with the feeling of pleasure. His hair fell into his eyes and you reached your hands to sweep through his locks. Satoru was so handsome. He was a god after all and you couldnât help that your heart pounded whenever you looked at him.
You felt your orgasm approach and you clenched your hands around his toned biceps, nails digging into his skin and he hissed. You moaned repeatedly into the gag as your body shook frantically from the pleasure.Â
âA-A-Ahhh! âtoru âtoru âs too much, nghh.â Your body thrashed in his grasp, wriggling and writhing as you felt the immense feeling build up again. Every movement magnified the intensity as you felt the shock ricochet throughout your body.Â
âItâs okay my sweet.â Satoru whispered but his thrusts were unrelenting. His fingers brushed against your clit, circling the bundle of nerves as he drew out your orgasm. âItâs okay, let's cum together. Soak my cock Y/n, such a good girl.â
Your juices overflowed and you felt his cum pump into your body, filling you up until you were so so full. Warmth blossomed throughout your body and you felt yourself wringing his cock with every drop of cum. The feeling was incomparable and you gasped for air once he removed the gag with the snap of his fingers. Satoru kissed you, his lips were demanding, moving against yours with raw hunger. The taste of the ocean filled your senses, salty and intoxicating. He pulled out to place a kiss on your thighs, on your pussy. You were so sensitive and you felt his cum as it flowed out of you. He stuffed two fingers in your pussy and you squealed at the sudden gesture. His fingers curled in and out of you before he slapped your core. The sting sent shock waves through your body and you couldnât help the moan that tumbled out of your lips.
âKeep it in there my sweet, Iâll be visiting again.â His voice was a husky whisper, deep and seductive.Â
Then, with those words, he disappeared, leaving you a naked mess on the temple floor. You were breathless and reeling from the pleasure that he had just bestowed upon you. You had just given yourself to a god, one that had just stuffed you so full of his cum. You stared at the place where he had been in shock, your head felt light from all that had just happened. Your legs gave way when you tried to stand up, they were sore and achy, covered in splatters of both of your cum. His smirks and groans filled your senses once again and you felt yourself flush at the memory.Â
Satoru Gojo had just introduced a lustful desire that you didnât think you would be able to forget for a very long time.
You gathered your belongings with shaking hands, urgently attempting to steady yourself as you stood. The wet splashes that painted your body were a stark reminder of what had just happened, and you tried your hardest to conceal them along with your flushed, fucked-out face.
You hobbled your way back to the village, heart pounding in your chest. Every glance from a passerby felt like they could see right through you. The sheer thought that someone would stop to talk to you had you eager to get home unnoticed.
Unbeknownst to you, Satoru was watching from Olympus, his eyes never leaving your retreating form. He grinned, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he saw your tiny self hurry home. The memory of your trembling body and flushed cheeks was seared into his mind and he felt his cock harden again at the thought. He knew you were thinking of him, longing for him, and that was exactly what he wanted. When the time was right, he would come for you again, and induce you in a pleasurable haze once more.
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â THRILL (h)ER! â SATOSUGU X READER
summary: when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?
wc: 3.3k (its alll smut guys so give me a medal)
cw: double penetration, praising, slight degradation, gojo and geto bickering, fingering, dirty talk (?) and some fun loving you're their pretty little princess. afab!reader, MDNI
an: guys look I finally posted a fic for kinktober, yay me, I hope you like it since Id say the smut on this one hits different sooo give it a chance. also only big brains will understand the fic title.
KINKTOBER M.LIST.
your best friends, gojo and geto always have a way of making you feel right at home, especially when you find yourself in your favourite spot on the couch â sandwiched between them. geto's embrace is a gentle yet possessive one, his arms wrapped around you in a tender hold that radiates warmth, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your lower back.
to your side, gojo's long limbs seamlessly entwine with yours. your legs stretch over to meet him, creating an intimate tangle of limbs. his fingers trail leisurely up and down your thighs, their teasing caresses sending delightful shivers through your body. it's a familiar and electric sensation that's become an unspoken language among the three of youâone that hasnât fully been enacted upon⊠yet.
"i don't know why you insist we watch this movie every year," geto complains, his gaze locked onto his b est friend, a playful frustration in his tone. "you're so predictable."
"oh, don't be a bore," gojo retorts, matching geto's glare before shifting his attention down to you. his voice is laced with mischief as he speaks to you. "you find it fun, don't you?"Â
âwhat? do i like crappy slashers from the 80s with big titted damsels running from a shitly costumed killer?â you deadpan, your sarcasm evident. you could feel the vibration from geto as he lowly chuckles. gojoâs face forms a pout that prompts you to quickly add, âbut i love them.â
gojoâs pout transforms into a triumphant grin as your admission earns you a playful nudge from him. âthatâs my girl,â he exclaims, giving your thigh an excited rub as he turns on the movie.
geto, still chuckling softly, leans in closer. âwell, i suppose if toru enjoys it, we can endure it one more time.â his words carry a hint of tenderness, his arm around you tightening ever so slightly, puling you closer into his embrace.                                                                           Â
you watch the movie in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and gojo's oddly placed screams that you've come to expect every year. his over-the-top reactions to jump scares and gruesome scenes never fail to amuse you, and it's a source of endless entertainment for both you and geto.
geto, on the other hand, watches the movie with a more stoic expression, occasionally shaking his head at the implausible plot twists and unrealistic gore. His hand continues to rest on your thigh, his fingers now tracing soothing patterns as if to counterbalance the tension on the screen.
as the movie progresses, you notice how both gojo and geto steal glances at you when they think you're not looking, as their innocent touches progress into heavy petting. but there's a moment where you all pause, their movements stop, and you all look at each other as the loud sounds of exaggerated moans blare from the screen.
âi always forget this scene is in there,â gojo lies, with a snicker, an appreciative smile forming on his face as he watches the scene.gojo's arm remains draped around your shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm, while geto's touch has grown increasingly intimate, his hand resting on your hip, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.
âoh donât bullshit satoru,â geto accuses, taking his hand off of you for a second to send a jab into gojoâs side, âi know youâre getting off on watching this ditzy blonde getting laid.â
ânot true,â gojo retorts childishly, âi think thereâs better sights to get off on, isnât that right?â he finishes casting his eyes, not so subtly, over to you.
âwell i canât lie and say the sights arenât⊠appealing,â geto grins his hands coming back on you, toying with the hem of your shirt.
âyou two are such guys,â you laugh, trying to remain nonchalant even though on the inside the pace of your heart was quickening, and every touch of their fingers sends jolts straight to your core. âyouâre focusing on the wrong things here.â
âand what should we be focusing on here?â geto murmurs at you, you couldnât see his face but you knew a smirk was plastered across it. his challenge hangs in the air as you pause, hesitating as you scan the room, your eyes meeting gojoâs trying to gauge if they are thinking what you are. geto can sense your hesitation as he feels your breathing still as you lean against him, so he pulls his finger under your chin turning your head to face him. âlet us focus on you, come here.â
you lean in, his lips enclosing on yours in a deep kiss, you turn your body almost straddling him so you could get better access. his tongue enters your mouth, as his hands work down your body, and as the kiss intensifies, youâre aware of gojoâs gaze on you. you extend an inviting hand toward him, flashing him a smile as you pull away from geto and set your lips on your other friend.
gojo groans as your lips work with his, and his hands go straight into his pants, fisting his dick that has been hard all night just at the sight of you. geto cascades kisses down your neck as he starts to pull your shirt up off of you, you gasp at the feeling of both of their hands and lips all over you.
âh-how long have you two been planning this one then, huh?â you grin, a laugh escaping through your moans, as you let geto get rid of your shirt, assisting gojo with taking off your pants.Â
âhow long have we known you?â geto responds rhetorically, and gojo nod in agreement, as they both take off their jogging bottoms, leaving you all sitting on the couch in your underwear. there is no more hesitation, or uncertainty between you threeâyou all know exactly what you want.
âso who gets to have me first?â you joke, your eyes darting between the two of them, their lustful eyes are unmistakable as they stare at your body, their dicks straining against their boxers ready to be suffocated by your tight pussy.
âi get to!â gojo sputters out quickly, but heâs not as swift as geto whoâs already pulled you back onto him, his fingers pushing into you without any warning. your mouth parts, as you let out a whine, as his long digits give your pussy fast, relentless strokes, he adds another finger, smirking as your body buckles against his. âhey no fair!â gojo pouts, side eyeing geto, but he canât help biting his lip as he hears your cunt squelch everytime his best friend shoves his fingers into it.
âdonât worry, âtoru,â geto reassures, his fingers curling up into you before he pulls it out swiftly, spreading your pussy apart and giving gojo a knowing look, âthereâs room for the both of us.â
gojo eagerly drives his fingers into you from behind, his body pressing against yours as he charges your fingers into you. your moans increase as you feel a flurry of digits explore your pussy, gojoâs hand grips on his shoulder and geto hand holds your waist as they both tug your body back and forth in an attempt to get you closer to them.
âs-shitâ you cry out, as you clench around their fingers, trying to keep them inside of you. you grind down against both of their fingers, your whimpers encouraging them to twist and push their fingers deeper into you.
âyou see how much of a mess she gets for us?â geto asks gojo with a low chuckle, and gojo nods, smiling as the wetness of your pussy allows for his fingers to slide into you with ease, âpress down on her clit. hard.â
âdonât tell me what to do,â gojo mutters, but he does it anyway. his thumb going straight to your clit, pushing down on it, smirking as you groan your back arching right into him.Â
âsee i told you,â geto chimes, laughing as gojo glares at him. getoâs focus shifts to you, as he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth, he holds your chin, placing his thumb on your bottom lip as he raises his eyebrows at you for permission. you nod lazily, opening your mouth, accepting two of his fingers âwhich are drenched in your juices. ââtoru, you gonna finish her off for me.â
gojo smirks, his fingers working in overdrive, as he adds another digit inside of you and you could feel yourself about to release. geto can tell you're close from the way you bite down on his fingers. âyou close? you gonna cum on satoruâs fingers as you taste yourself?â
you couldnât even respond, as your cum sprays all over gojoâs fingers and getoâs stomach. the boys both smirk at each other, as they hear your high pitched moans and see heaps of your cum spilling out of your pussy running down your thighs. gojo is in awe, his fingers still remain in you and he pushes them up lazily, trying to keep you plugged with your cum. you relax onto his fingers, letting him do as he pleases, as you try and catch your breath your body slumping onto getoâs.
âyou did so well,â geto praises in his air, lifting up your head off your chest, pecking your lips softly. âyou took both of our fingers letting us stretch your tight pussy, it felt good didnât it?âÂ
ây-yeah it felt so good sugu,â you sigh, turning your head to face gojo, as you pull him closer into you, âyou both felt so good.â
âyou wanna let us stuff you further?â gojo questions eagerly, his hard dick resting on your ass, as rocks against you.
âsatoru,â geto reprimands, shaking his head at his friends over excitement. but gojo shoots him a look shrugging as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, practically inhaling you.
âbut suguru, she wants us both to stuff her,â he argues, as fingers already go back to your sobbing cunt. âyou want that dont you?â he whispers, directly in your ear, slowly coaxing your pussy with soft strokes as he murmurs in your ear. âyou want me and sugu to shove our dicks right up your pussy, together.â
âi donât know if i canâŠâ you hesitate, your voice faltering, but you pull your lip between your teeth, closing your eyes as you think about taking both of them.
âcâmon pretty girl,â geto persuades you, forcing you to open your eyes and look at the teasing smirk on your face, âdonât think we donât know how slutty you can be. you know your greedy little cunt take both of us with ease, and you want it to, don't you?â you nod your head slowly in agreement, but geto shakes his, âno, we need to hear you say it. use your words. tell us what you want.â
âi want your dicks to stuff my pussy,â you admit, feeling your confidence grow as the smirk on getoâs face widens and you can hear gojo lowly growl in your ear. âi need it.â
âwell we have to give our girl what she wants, right sugu?â gojo taunts, pulling you off of gojo and onto his lap, his dick slaps against your pussy. âsuguru got to see your pretty face, before, so this time youâre all mine, okay?â gojo says to you, and you could hear geto kiss his teeth, but he obliges letting gojo have his way this time.Â
âyou ready for me?â gojo asks, waiting for your approval as he lifts you up slightly over his dick, he even looks over to geto he leans back against the couch, with his dick in his hand. you donât even answer gojo, sliding down onto gojo as you moan together.
geto fists his dick at the sight, âgo on satoru, fuck her,â he orders, his strokes increasing as he watches as gojo begin to thrust into you. your hands press down on gojoâs shoulderâs as you start to bounce on him, you lean forward whining straight in his ear, causing him fuck you harder.
gojo plays with your bra strap, pulling it and letting it release against your shoulder, âi donât know why youâve still got this on,â he complains, as brings his hands to the clasp of your bra, undoing it. your tits bounce as he pulls off your bra, and both boys smile at the sight. gojoâs fingers pull against both of your nipples, twisting and pulling at them causing you to cry at every tug. âso sensitive,â he mutters to himself, touching your tits inquisitively as he continues to toy with them, loving how with every touch your cries grow louder.
âitâs crazy how we stretched you so well earlier, but your pussy is still tight as fuck,â gojo comments, his words punctuated with every thrust. âi had all my fingers inside of you already, but your cock hungry cunt just canât seem to get enough.â
âis he fucking you good?â geto calls, feeling himself about to cum, as he rubs against his dick hard. you look over to him and smile, nodding quickly as you wrap your hands around gojos neck, clinging to him as his dick drives into you. geto stands up, coming up behind you pressing a kiss on your neck, âyou need me to help get you off?â
âshe doesnât need anything from you, iâm doing just fine,â gojo mumbles, but he lets you slightly raise up off of his dick and he smirks as he feels geto join him, getoâs dick presses against gojo in excitement as they wait in anticipation for you to enclose them with your pussy.Â
âdonât be nervous,â geto coos from behind you, nipping at your ear. you look at gojo and he gives you an encouraging nod, and you slide back down onto them hissing in slight pain as you feel them both enter you. âitâs okay pretty, youâre doing so so well,â geto continues to reassure you, pressing soothing kisses down your neck, his lips sucking at your flesh. you all pause as you fully take them both in, and you feel the pain subside smiling at gojo giving him permission to move.Â
geto follows suit, and you all move in tandem, fucking against each other. gojo places his hands on your ass, pushing your cheeks in pace with his movements whereas getoâs hands cup your tits, holding them firmly as he spreads his fingers over your nipples, rolling them.
âfu-fuck you two are too big, you canâtâ you whine, clawing against gojoâs chest. they were both drilling into you relentlessly, you couldnât catch your breath as every second you were being double stuffed with dick. tears spring to your eyes, as you cry out in pleasure, grinding down against them trying to get as much as them as possible.Â
âif only you could see how slutty our girl looks,â gojo says to geto, as he watches your head fall back, another moan escaping your lips. âher eyes are all glossed over, sheâs fucking crying, all slutted out on our dicks right now.â
âis that so?â geto mutters, he forces himself into you deeper, his back hitching up against yours, his clench on your tits tightening as he inches himself in your pussy, his hips slapping against you. âsheâs such a good slut, i knew sheâd be able to take us well, and look sheâs loving it, already creaming all over us, isnât that baby?â
you nod, your hand coming up to hold getoâs head as he nestles into your neck. you were losing your train of thought, you wanted to tell them how good they felt, how their dicks rubbing against each other in you was all you needed for the rest of you life, but when you open your mouth all that can leave your lips is incoherent words and moans.Â
both of them smile, watching as you come undone on their dicks. gojo gives geto a nod, and their hands trade places. gojos fingers coming back to your tits, rubbing and pushing them apart before lowering his head to your chest, nuzzling your boobs. gojo and geto were so close that some things between them didnât need to be spoken, and they were so close to you that they knew your body in and out. they knew when to push and pull, and where to suck just to get you cumming their lap.
âiâm s-so close, iâm gonna cuââ you try and speak out, but your mind is too far gone for you to finish. their dicks slip out of you as your bounces become sloppy, the pleasure too much for you but geto forces you back muttering reassurance in your neck. and the sudden contact causes you to cum, you release all over both them, but they donât stop their movements, their dicks driving into you still, pushing back in all the cum you were letting out.
âsatoru, we gonna give our girl one final stuffing?â geto prompts, and gojo nods, they both give you one final push and you could feel your pussy stretch as their cum sprays your walls. you wail out, the tears streaming your face as your body jerks forward, feeling their dicks go limp inside of you as you all pant in pleasure.
âthat was fucking amazing,â gojo praises, a blissful smile on his face as he leans back his head resting on his arms. you return his smile, your lips meeting his in a quick kiss, that he groans at as you pull away. you come off his dick slowly, all of your eyes staring at the ropes of cum that immediately spill out of your pussy as he unplugs you.Â
geto turns your head to face him, his dick still lodged deeply inside of you, he pulls you into a long kiss, his mouth smothering yours. he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, roughly biting down on it before releasing you, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to stare up at him âyouâre mine, my pretty slutty mess.â
âum sheâs ours,â gojo chimes in, but geto shrugs, not caring to listen to your other friend. geto, finally pulls you off his dick, and your pussy clenches around nothing, already missing the feeling of their dicks.
âyou too always know to take good care of me,â you exhale, exhausted your pussy sore about being stretched open by the two of them. geto pulls you back into his original hold, leaning back against his chest, and your legs stretch over gojoâs lap. but this time instead of innocent gentle touches, getoâs hands lazily tug at your nipples, and gojo caresses your naked thighs, his fingers flicking at your clit every now and again.
âthatâs what friends are for,â geto muses, pressing his lips against your cheek before saying, ânow satoru, are you gonna press play on this shitty movie or what?â
AN: ight so there you have it my FIRST FIC of kinktober, what do you guys think I need to hear all your thoughts since Ooooof this took me so long to write. so I hope it is worth it. also if you see my bias towards geto during this then LOOK AWAY, im sorry gojo stans but im a geto lover foreverrr. but yeahhh lmk ur thoughts stay tuned for my other kink tober fics which WILL be on time I promise smooches.
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Busted
Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> Rogue has a date, and you and Logan decide to follow. You're just making sure she's safe. But sometimes it's in moments like that, that you find out your 'husband' is the love of your life.
Disclaimer: Mostly chaos, fluffiness, fake dating, mentions of being a soldier, the claws come out briefly, a nosy book club and its members. Some swearing, steam and a little angst. I wrote this over two days so apologies if it becomes spotty. This is a long one. Not Proof Read.
Rogue had a date.Â
Both yourself, Logan andâŠpractically most of the teachers in the school knew about Rogue having a date.Â
Yet, despite knowing all of this. And somewhat knowing the guyâs intentionsâŠLogan had decided to follow them.Â
And you had found yourself tagging along.Â
âAnd what did you think you were gonna do when they figured out you were following them?â You asked him. âAt least this way it just looks like we decided to pick up dinner in town.â
âAt the same restaurant?â
âYou ask that as if this wasnât your idea.â
âOh please,â Logan practically rolled his eyes at you. âI saw what you were actually looking at early. You were caseing the place.â
âI was looking at their opening times.â You countered, if a little harshly.Â
âYou were casing the joint and you know it. If I wasnât coming down here, you would have already come.â
You gave a short, heavy sigh. âFine. I wanted to make sure this wasnât some kind of set up. I just want her to be safe and have fun.â
âAnd I want to make sure the guy isnât a creep.â Logan finalised before opening up the door for you allowing you to step inside.Â
âHello, madam! Ah, good sir! Table for two?â The waiter looked at his list.Â
Logan looked and felt a little out of place. He was hoping you could both enter quietly, not have an announcement made to the entire restaurant.Â
âUh, yea. Yes, please.â
The waiter smiled, picking up two menus. âPlease, this way.â
âLogan.â
Logan followed your line of sight to see where Rogue and her date were sitting, smiling and laughing with one another as they looked over the menus.Â
âUh, actually, bub?â
The waiter turned around. âYes, sir?â
âIf you donât mind weâd like to sitâŠâ Logan looked around and found an empty table. âThere.â
You saw where he pointed and realised why. Too far back into the restaurant, youâd pass right by the happy couple.Â
Sitting where Logan was currently looking, gave you direct sight of the happy couple and with a chance, more coverage from the rest of the guests.Â
âThere?â The waiter asked, a little offended. âOh, no, Sir. Please. We have a lovely booth for a couple such as yourself back here. Romantic candle light, a lot more privacy, no?â
You felt yourself blush at what the waiter was trying to subtly say.Â
And it seemed that Logan caught on, too. And looked at you, unsure of what to do.Â
You gave a small laugh and moved closer to Logan, âIâm sure, but you see, the thing is, myâŠâ
You hesitated a little on your next words. âHusband.â
Christ, you felt that lie weigh on your chest.Â
âHe was in the army. Not a big fan of not being able to see the door. Just a habit, I suppose.â
The waiter gave a softer smile. âAh, no worries.âÂ
Swiftly, he began leading you both towards the table Logan had pointed out. âMy sister is serving overseas right now. We are all very proud. Thank you for your service, Sir.â
Logan gave an awkward smile and thanked the waiter before you both sat down with your menus.Â
âI thought we were busted then,â Logan shifted in his seat.Â
âSo did I,â you replied. âSo long as they donât draw any-â
âSo, what will it be?âÂ
Both yourself and Logan jumped at the waiter's sudden reappearance. However, he didnât seem to notice as he began rattling off the specials. And then the wines. And then came the crash.Â
Everyoneâs heads turned inside the restaurant.Â
Including Rogueâs.Â
Quickly, you scooted your chair around so the waiter blocked you from view. By the time he turned back around, muttering about incompetencies about the newer staff members, he excused himself and headed in the direction of the crash.Â
You saw Rogue settle her back to talking with her date and you breathed again, pulling your chair back to its original position.Â
The waiter returned.Â
âSo, what will you be having?â
This time he blocked your view from Rogueâs table, giving Logan a clearer view of her date. You could see something flare up in Logan.Â
âUh, weâre gonna need another minute.â You said hurriedly, willing the waiter to walk away.Â
And he did.Â
For a moment.Â
âLogan.â
He turned back to you. âWhat?â
âHave you decided yet?â The waiter was back.Â
Logan took your menu from you and placed it with his before handing it over to the waiter, who seemed shocked for a moment since it took him just as long to realise what Logan was doing.Â
âTwo cheeseburgers, a side of fries and two sodas. Please.â
The waiter seemed to force his smile a little. âOf course, sir. Anything else?â
âNo, thank you.â You replied and the waiter bowed his head before walking away.
For a split second as you looked at Logan, you felt a comfort in your gut. And apparently the look was still clear on your face when he looked back at you.Â
âWhat?â
You shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. âNothing, justâŠwell, the last time a guy ordered my food for me he ordered me a salad, with a side of vinegar and sparkling water.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. âIs that what you wanted?â
âFuck no.â You answered honestly. You didnât want it then, and you sure as hell didnât want it now.Â
Especially the sparkling water.Â
Logan looked at you for a moment in a silence you hadnât known from him before. Then he turned back to watch Rogueâs date.Â
And there was that look again.Â
âLogan. You canât kill him from here.â
âDoesnât mean I donât want to.â
You nodded. âI know that. And so does everyone else in this restaurant. At least now I know why Scott doesnât send you undercover.â
Logan turned back to you.Â
âYou might be the âmysterious, silentâ type but if someone took one look at your face, theyâd find their answers.â
âAre you saying Iâm easy to read?â
Someone came and placed your drinks down on the table. You shrugged.Â
âTo the people who know you, yes.â
âOkay, then. Fine.â Logan turned his full attention onto you. âWhat am I thinking?â
âThat Iâm wrong. And that you wished you had the powers of invisibility so you could be closer to the table without being seen and mess with her date whilst he canât see you.â
Logan remained still for a second before shifting in his seat. âOkay, fine. Maybe I am easy to read.â
You smiled and took a sip of your soda. âSee.â
For the next twenty five minutes, things ran smoother than expected. You both enjoyed your meals, yourself and Logan talked a little however spent most of your time watching Rogue and her date enjoy their time.Â
âWhat would you do?âÂ
Logan hummed a questioned response.Â
âIf you took someone out on a date? What would you do?â
Logan scrunched up his paper napkin and placed it beside his plate. âWhy do you want to know?â
You shrugged, looking away from Rogueâs date. âCuriosity? Iâve had that many crappy dates in my time, maybe you can rescue my last sliver of hope.â
Logan felt a smile on his face for a moment, hearing your plea for hope.Â
âOh, come on. Theyâre talking. If we look at them any longer they might sense someone staring.â
Logan sighed. âFine.â
âSo, what would you do?â
Logan shrugged. âI donât know. Go for a drink, maybe some food. Honestly, itâs been a while since Iâve dated.â
âSeriously?â
Logan nodded. âSeriously. What about you?â
You thought about it for a moment. âWell, the last date I went on the guy ordered my food for me.â
âSparkling water guy?â Logan asked.Â
You nodded. âOne in the same. He spent two hours talking about his businesses, and didn't notice I hadnât touched my food. Or my drink, for that matter. Then at the end, said that if we ever got married, I wouldnât have to worry about anything other than what I was going to make him for his dinner each night.â
âFucking asshole. Why did you stay?â
You decided to answer honestly. âDidnât have anything else to do. And my friends had been on my case about my dating life. They were all either married or getting married or starting a family, and when they said they knew this âreally great guy, youâll just adore himâ I decided to give it a shot.â
âWhat did they do when they found out he was an asshole?â
âCouple apologised, others asked me to give him a second chance. They havenât tried setting me up with anyone since.â
Logan watched you for a moment as you pulled your soda to your lips. He wanted to punch the Sparkling Water Guy. He didnât realise how lucky he was to be on a date with someone like you. And, in all honesty, he wasnât too happy with your friends either.Â
âYou deserve better.â
Your eyes widened and for a moment Logan thought he had fucked up, saying that to you out loud.Â
âLogan. Logan, quick. Shit.â
Then he noticed where you were looking. Rogue was standing up, as was her date.Â
âShit.â
You looked around you, trying to find the best place to hide yourself. Only Logan found a solution.Â
From under the table, he grabbed the bottom of your chair and pulled you closer towards him.Â
âJust keep looking at me, hopefully weâll just blur in with the rest of the crowd.â
And you did. You kept your eyes on Logan.Â
In his peripheral vision, he saw Rogue slipping her coat on with her dateâs help, who just so happened to rake his eyes up and down her body from the back whilst she wasnât looking.Â
Then he felt your hand on his.Â
âLogan,â you whispered to him, getting his attention.Â
With your hand on his, you were covering the tips of his claws that started peeking out from between his knuckles.Â
âHeâs just helping her put her coat on.â
Logan felt the tips of his claws retract, however three small holes were left in the cloth on the table beside his plate.Â
âSorry.â
You just smiled. âItâs okay.â
Then the waiter came back. âAh, so lovely to see a couple so in love.â
You felt your cheeks go red and hid your face against Loganâs shoulder as he curled his arm around your back and smiled at the waiter. âCan we have the check?â
The waiter nodded. âOf course, just one moment.â
Within seconds, the waiter was back just as Rogue and her date walked out of the door.Â
âHave a lovely evening!â The waiter called out to both of you as Logan took your hand and headed for the door.Â
Rogue and her date were already half way down the street.Â
âWhere are they going?â
âMaybe heâs walking her to the cab station?â You offered.Â
Logan, with his eyes still fixed on the dates, nodded his head in the opposite direction. âTaxisâ that way.â
Looking back at you, you both made a simultaneous decision and were back to following them.Â
âWhere the hell could they be going?â
âMaybe theyâre just going for a walk. It is still early and they looked like they were having fun. Some couples like to take a walk together after a date.â
âTheyâre not a couple yet. And this is their first date.âÂ
You caught up beside Logan and pulled him to a slower pace so neither of you looked like frantic maniacs going down Main Street.Â
âIf we get any closer, theyâre gonna see us.â
âYouâre right.â
Yourself and Logan tailed them down the street and around the park before deciding to head back home. âIf theyâre coming round on the top of the street, theyâre gonna see your car.â
Logan looked around him before taking hold of your hand and nearly pulling your arm out of its socket. âThis way.â
âLogan, slow down.â You told him. âWe arenât all ten feet tall.â
Thankfully, he did slow down, however didnât let go of your hand.Â
âDo you think we did the right thing? Following them?â
You nodded. âI was questioning it at first butâŠat least this way we know the guy actually meant what he said when he asked her out. Oh, shit
âWhat?â
You just managed to push Logan into the doorway of a closed bookstore, pushing his back against the glass.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âUhhh,â you panicked. âNothing. Just aâŠpuddle. Big puddle.â
âIt hasnât rained in three days. What are you-â
Logan stopped when he saw what you had seen. Rogueâs date was about to lean in to kiss her.Â
You pushed him back, trying your best to keep him pinned to the wall. âOkay, I get we tailed them most of the night but we have to give them some privacy.â
âDid he even ask?â
âI donât know, but just keep your voice down. The car is three spaces away. Hopefully theyâll be distracted long enough to-â
You peered back round the corner. âOh, thank god.â
âWhat? Whatâs going on? Has hell opened up and sucked him in?â
You looked back at Logan, a little less than amused. âTheyâre going into the ice cream shop. Come on, before they see us.â
However, just as you both stepped out of the doorway, you found your path blocked by an elderly woman and her dog.Â
She chuckled to herself. âDonât mind me kids, just taking Frankie on a walk. And donât worry, honey. I remember when I first met my Harry. We couldnât keep our hands off each other.â
You let out a nervous laugh as Logan looked like he was about to burst from embarrassment as he ran a hand through his hair, his shirt coming untucked and showing off a small hint of his torso.Â
Mrs Keller watched where your eyes landed and gave you a knowing albeit loving smirk as she watched you move closer to Logan, tugging his shirt down a little and pressing close into his side.Â
âWe should get going. It was nice seeing you Mrs Keller.â
Mrs Keller waved you both off towards Loganâs car. âIâll see you for next week's book club?â
You nodded. âIâll be there.â
âFeel free to bring your husband along,â she called back. âItâll drive Little Miss Prissy up the wall that youâve been keeping that Handsome Fella a secret.â
You laughed nervously once again, as Logan gave you a slight smirk despite his initial embarrassment at what the old lady thought you were both doing. Â
âGood night, Mrs Keller.â You called out before Logan repeated it.Â
She waved you both goodbye before continuing down the street with Frankie walking by her side.Â
Closing the passenger door, you covered your face with your hands already feeling Loganâs eyes and teasing smile on you.Â
âShe was nice.â
âShut up and drive.â
Logan chuckled, placing his key into the ignition and pulling out of his spot, his hand behind your headrest as he did so when looking over his shoulder.Â
Barely five minutes into the drive, Logan started asking you questions.Â
âYouâre a part of a book club?â
âWe all meet every fortnight and talk about books.â
âAnd Mrs KellerâŠ?â
You sighed.Â
âIs one of the founding members. I met her at the library one day when taking some books back. She was at the desk asking if they had the newest Danielle Steel. They didnât, but I had seen it in the shop window in a bookstore on the other side of town. We walked together and she invited me to join.â
âHow was the book?â Logan asked.Â
âI cried.â You answered honestly. âFirst book I actually cried at.â
Logan let out a small laugh and you hit his arm whilst trying to hold in one of your own. âDonât laugh.â
âI-Iâm not laughing. Okay, maybe I am. I mean, it is funny. Is this where youâve been disappearing every other Saturday?â
You nodded. âPretty much. Theyâre a fun group. Well, most of them are.â
âLet me guess?â Logan asked. âLittle Miss Prissy?â
You groaned. âShe lives two doors down from Eva. Eva can be nice, but Prissy? God, sheâs a nightmare. Every time itâs her turn to talk, she somehow manages to turn it back to her and her âever doting husbandâ and their âprecious baby niece and nephewâ and âoh, look at how cute he is with them.â You know, we read American Psycho once. She still managed to turn it back to her husband.â
âI wouldnât mind,â you continued. âIf she wanted to know about anyone elseâs love life. LikeâŠâ you sighed, thinking of an example. âMrs Keller? Her and Harry have been together since they were seventeen. They met when they were twelve, lived across the street from each other their entire lives. Mrs Keller had been stood up for one of the local dances by Harryâs friend. So, the minute he found out, he ran over to her house, still covered in motor oil and asked her to the dance. Mrs Keller deserves to write her own romance book for everything that her and Harry have done together. But can she get a word in edgewise? Nope.â
âSounds like a love for the ages.â Logan said with a soft smile on his lips, looking at you before turning his gaze back to the road in front of him. âAnd by the sounds of it, Mrs Keller is going to give her something else to talk about.â
You covered your face again. âOh, god.â
âHey, come on, it canât be that bad.â
âHow do I tell Mrs Keller Iâm not married? Sheâs gonna think that Iâm-â
âWhat if you didnât?âÂ
You turned and looked at Logan. âWhat?â
âWhat if you didnât? Tell them youâre not married? I mean, itâs not like theyâre gonna meet me.â Logan explained. âJustâŠkeep up with the lie.â
âAnd what do I do when they ask me questions?â
Logan shrugged. âJustâŠbend the truth.â
âOkay,â you sat up in your seat, deciding to test him. âHow did we meet?â
âAt work. Weâre both teachers.â
âWhen was our first date?â
Logan thought about it. âSix months after we met. We decided to stay up late and ate leftover Chinese food.â
You furrowed your brows. How the hell did he manage to answer these so quickly? Sure, most of it was true. You were both teachers, and the first night you spent alone in the same room together was eating the leftovers in the fridge. Of course, what wasnât being said was that you both actually met when Logan nearly bulldozed you when he ran into the Professorâs office just after heâd woken up in Jeanâs lab. Or how neither of you had properly spoken to one another until that night six months later.Â
Or how afterwards, it took a long time for you to make a genuine friendship with him that wasnât just talking about the team or what the students had to learn in that semester.Â
âAnd then what?â You asked him. âWe kissed and lived happily ever after?â
Logan shrugged. âSure, why not?â
You groaned again. âI hate lying to Mrs Keller.â
âYou just lied to her like ten minutes ago. We both did.â
Eventually, Logan pulled up outside of the school and left the car back where he had found it.Â
âLike we never left.â
You smiled. âCome on, before she gets back and figures out what weâve been doing.â
Walking through the school ground and up the front steps, both you and Logan chatted away, laughing a little here and there about anecdotes you were telling him.Â
Then you were alone in the middle of the empty hallway, cast in darkness and hints of moonlight.Â
âWe should get to bed before they get back.â
âI think I might stay up and wait for her to get back. Make sure he didnât do anything he shouldnât have done.â
You stepped a little closer to him. âBe nice, Logan.â
âIâm always nice.â
You just raised an eyebrow at him.Â
âOkay, fine.â Logan sighed a laugh. âIâll be nice.â
âThank you. Tell me how it goes?â
Logan nodded. âCourse.â
However, as you both stood together in the hallway, soaking in the vision of the other, you both heard footsteps.Â
âShit.â
Logan looked around. âHere.â
Taking your hand, Logan pulled you into the small space besides the bookshelf and the window.Â
Being pressed between the wall and him, you felt his scent and body heat swirl around you and mix with your own. Your own heartbeat was drumming so loud in your eardrums you could hardly hear what Rogue was saying when she was talking to her date.Â
From above you, Logan leaned down, his eyes roaming across your face, whilst you found your own gaze doing the same.Â
Your heartbeat seemed to drum harder and faster against your chest, your lungs trying to find an even pace to breathe at.Â
But you werenât the only one struggling with that.Â
Because Loganâs breathing had become laboured as he looked at you, wanting the space between you both to be further so he could think clearer and not do something you both could regret, but at the same time, for you to be closer to him so he could cross that line.Â
You swallowed thickly, trying your best to keep your gaze from his lips.Â
You were failing.Â
âLoganâŠâ
âY/nâŠâ
The hand you had pressed against his chest slid up his chest before you took a wad of the loose fabric by his collar in your hands, holding him closer, begging for that line to be crossed. Just as you did so, his own hand pushed the hair from beside your face, his hand gripping onto the space between your neck and your shoulder. Maybe if he forced himself, he wouldnât move his hand and he wouldnât cross that line.Â
âAlright, where are you two?â
You and Logan stilled. âMaybe if weâre quietâŠâ
Rogue started walking around. âYou wouldnât have gone to bed yet. Where are you? Oh, come on. I saw you both in the restaurant.â
You and Logan sighed and he closed his eyes, leaning a little further into you. You didnât want him to leave.Â
âBusted.â
Slowly, you and Logan came out from your hiding spot and Rogue spun around her heels. âThere you both are.â
âLook, before you yell, you need to know something.â
Rogue crossed her arms, waiting.Â
âIt was Y/nâs idea.â
âLogan.â
But rather than yell, Rogue laughed a little. âWhy does something tell me thatâs a lie?â
Logan shrugged. âIt might be part of a lie.â
You gave a sigh. He was hopeless.Â
âWe just wanted to make sure you were safe. And, if you want to know, weâve already learnt our lesson.â
âReally?â
Logan nodded in agreement with you. âJust take our word for it.â
âSo, how did your date go?â
Rogue smiled. âIf you must know, weâre going out again next Saturday. Heâs going to take me to the movies and then weâre gonna go bowling.â
âThat sounds like fun.â
âIt will be,â Rogue said. âSo long as you two promise to not follow us this time?â
You crossed a sign over your heart. âI swear.â
Rogue waited for Logan to do the same, and only when you nudged him did he do so. âBut Iâm dropping you off.â
âJust agree,â you told Rogue. âItâll be easier on all of us.â
Rogue agreed. âFine. You can drop me off.â
Not long after that, both yourself and Logan went to bed whilst Rogue walked towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before doing the same.Â
âAre we being overprotective?â
âSheâs just a kid, Y/n. Weâre allowed to be.â
Logan walked you to your door, both of you calling goodnight to each other. However, you didnât fall asleep.Â
At least for the first couple of hours.Â
Mrs Keller thought you were married.Â
Married to the same man you were friends with.
The same friend you had almost kissed.Â
The same friend who had almost kissed you.Â
By the time you woke up the next morning, you seemed to be the only one awake. It was no surprise though, considering you were still three hours off the clock having a one at the beginning of it.Â
âMorning.â
You jumped a little when you heard a voice before you opened your eyes to confirm it was Rogueâs voice who had spoken to you.Â
âWhat are you doing up? Itâs 7 am. And a Sunday.â
Rogue gave a smile. âCould ask you the same thing.â Rogue told you. âFigured youâd be wrapped in Loganâs arms right now.â
Your back was to her as you opened up one of the doors to the fridge, however became completely still and forgot why youâd opened the damn thing in the first place.Â
âWhat?â
Turning around, you saw Rogue and her smirk, sip at her coffee.Â
âI saw you and Logan last night.â
Beside the bookcase?Â
âAt the restaurant?â Rogue was confused by the more than panicked look on your face. She had said she saw you both, when she got home last night, didnât she. âYou and Logan were sat at the table by the window?â
âOhâŠâ You felt your heart leave the vice youâd just locked it in. âOh, yeah.â
Rogue smiled again. âLooked pretty cosy if you ask me.â
âGood job no oneâs asking you.â
Milk. Thatâs why you opened the fridge.Â
Taking the carton out, you closed it behind you and reached for a bowl and some cereal.Â
âAll snuggled up together, his arm around you. I was pretty sure he would have kissed you if the waiter didnât interrupt. Though, if he didnât, maybe you would have done more than kiss at that table.â
âRogue!â
She laughed. âWhat? Oh, come on. Iâve seen the way you look at each other. Seen the way he looks at you.â
She mumbled that last sentence into her coffee cup leaving you questioned just exactly what she meant by it.Â
âItâs too early in the morning for this,â you grumbled to yourself, replacing the cereal box in the cabinet.Â
âYou could always go back to bed.â Rogue offered. âOr go and see if Logan wants some company.â
You turned around a slightly shocked, slightly disgusted look on your face. âOh my god.â
âIâm kidding.â Rogue laughed out. âKinda.â
âWhen did you grow up?â You asked out loud, coming to the daily realisation that Rogue wasnât the little kid you had first met when she arrived at the school but was, in fact, very quickly on her way to becoming a full grown woman. After all, she had started taking on a small time tutoring job and she was still a couple months away from graduation.Â
The rest of the day went smoothly. WellâŠas smooth as it could go when you were having a constant internal flashback to the night before. Mrs Keller and what she thought you and Logan were doing, it almost happening beside the bookcase, and then you walked in on him in his bathroom.Â
He had said it was safe for you to come inside, and you had happened to see him shirtless a couple of times. Though never in sync with a time when at least two people on the planet thought you were married, another one was trying to convince you she saw, at the very least, something similar to what the others had and the two minutes spent beside the bookcase which you had thought about over and over.Â
âHank is asking if you want corn or peas.â You told Logan as you walked inside, trying your best not to yell or scream out loud and retreat away.Â
âEither is fine. You okay?â
You snapped your eyes back to Loganâs face. âHm? Oh, yeah. Fine. Have you talked to Rogue?â
âNot today,â he replied. âWhy? Should I have done?â
You couldnât help but shudder. âNo. That kid is scary.â
You heard Logan laugh as you closed the door a little as you headed back out.Â
âHey, wait.â
You opened the door again, holding onto the frame for dear life. âYeah?â
âAbout last nightâŠâ
âWhat about last night?â You tried your best to remain as casual as possible, though it didnât help when you remembered Logan was practically a walking lie detector.Â
He could hear your heartbeat.Â
And it was only getting faster.Â
You told yourself to calm down.Â
It was only a question.Â
A big question.Â
That he hadnât finished.Â
Was he going to tell you to forget about it? Was he going to pretend it didnât happen? Did it happen? Had you made the entire thing up? Was the line that you thought had blurred for a second been completely in bold this entire time and hadnât shifted?
âThanksâŠfor coming with meâŠI know you would have gone anyway. But, Iâm glad you didnât try to stop me.â
You smirked a little. âLogan, youâre made of metal. The only practical way I could have is if I owned an industrial magnet.â
Logan chuckled a little. âStill. Iâm glad you came. Itâs nice to know the kidâs not alone, you know?â
You nodded. âI know. Anyway, I should probablyâŠâ
âYeah, yeah. I, uh, Iâll meet you down there.â
You nodded, letting your eyes take a mental picture of Logan before you shut the door again and headed downstairs and back into the kitchen.Â
âHe said either.â
Hank nodded and turned back to the stove.Â
âYou were up there for a while,â Rogue appeared by your side. âAnd you look a little flushed.â
You turned your head to look at her and glared. âI do not.â
âYou do look a little red in the cheeks, Y/n.â Hank added from where he was standing, busying himself by the stove.Â
âMaybe Iâm coming down with something.â You pressed your hands to your cheeks to hide them.Â
Rogue stood in front of you and pressed the back of her hand to your head. âYou donât feel hot, maybe- Oh, hey Logan!â
Rogue broke out into a wide grin.
Logan was a little shocked by Rogueâs enthusiasm. âHey, kid.â
âCome here, does Y/n feel hot to you? Sheâs looking a little flushed.â
âRogue.â You warned under your breath. But she just smiled and pulled Logan over where her hand was replaced by Loganâs.Â
And there it was again.Â
That sameâŠdifference.Â
Just like when you stood in front of him when you both got back, before you hid beside the bookcase.Â
âN-no. She feelsâŠshe feels okay.â
Rogue looked back at Hank who was trying his best to hide his smile. âWhy, Logan, youâre looking a little flushed yourself.â
Logan quickly stepped back, as did you. Only, you fell into the counter and gripped onto it for dear life.Â
You looked down at the floor.Â
âMaybe youâre coming down with something, too. I hope itâs not catching.â
Logan shook his head. âI canât get sick.â
Hank hummed. âMust be something else then.â
âMust be.â Loganâs voice was quiet as he looked at you and found you looking back.Â
Though you couldnât look for too long, feeling your cheeks heat up again.Â
âI better-â
âYeah, Iâm gonna-â
Both yourself and Logan headed in opposite directions. Yourself out of the kitchen the way you came in, and Logan out through the back door and into the gardens.Â
Eventually, you made it to your room and locked your door before moving over to the mirror. You did look flushed. Even more so when your brain projected the feeling of Loganâs hands on you from the night before, as well as the look on his face from thirty seconds ago.Â
By the time dinner rolled around, yourself and Logan tried to keep your distance until you both suddenly found yourself seated beside each other, taking one look at each other and then taking a large gulp of your drink.Â
Your main suspect for the forced seating arrangement was Rogue. She had been the one to lay out the cards. Three days previous, you were sure you had been sat beside her and Storm.Â
And when you looked over to her and found her smiling in your direction, you had your confirmed culprit.Â
For most of the night, you were kept distracted by the stories being told by everyone as you all caught up with one another from the past couple of months or so.Â
It was a few days until things felt normal between you and Logan. At least to the extent where you didnât feel yourself visibly flush at the sight of him.Â
And everything seemed normal.Â
Until Saturday.Â
You had already left - Logan being the only one to know where you actually were heading off to.Â
âOkay, but Logan, youâre not allowed to get out of the car.â Rogue told him. âYouâre just dropping me off. And youâre not allowed to come into the movie theatre, either.â
âWhat if I want to see a movie?â
âNot tonight, youâre not.â Rogue told him. âI like this guy, okay. And I think having The Wolverine sat behind us both isnât going to make things easier.â
Logan sighed. âOkay, fine. I wonât come into the movie theatre.â
âPromise?âÂ
Logan nodded, and crossed his heart. âPromise.â
âAnd you canât send Y/n in, either.â
âEven if I wanted to, I couldnât. Sheâs busy.â
âLet me guess, on a date at the movie theatre?â
Logan held back his smirk. âNo, smartass. Sheâs at a book club. But you canât tell the others. She doesnât want them to know.â
âY/nâs part of a book club?â
Logan nodded and stifled a laugh as he flicked on his indicator and turned down a side street. âYeah, it shocked me too.â
âYou wouldnât happen to be the mysterious husband theyâre all talking about?â
As a red light came on, Logan slammed on his breaks a little too hard. âWhat? How would you know about-â
âY/n took me to the library. There were a load of women looking at her. She was outside but when I asked her about it she said it was nothing. But I definitely heard them talking about her being married.â
Logan looked back to the road.Â
âLogan?â
âYeah.â
âIt's green.â
A car behind him honked and Logan quickly got moving, all the while feeling Rogueâs eyes on him.Â
âOh, my god.â Rogue smiled and turned back to the road in disbelief.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Logan was beginning to feel a little panicked. Though he didnât quite know why.Â
âYou are him.â Rogue stated. âOh, my god. Is this what you meant by âlearning your lessonâ? Did something finally happen?â
Logan was confused. âFinally? What do you mean finally?â
âI mean finally.â Rogue repeated. âJesus, Logan. Have you not seen the way you look at her? How she looks at you?â
âHow she looks at me?â Logan questioned.Â
Since when did driving Rogue to her second date become a time for confessions?
âHank was right, you both really are as bad as each other.â
Logan had to shake his head. âWait, Hank? Beast Hank?â
Rogue could help but laugh.Â
For months Rogue had watched Logan and yourself get close to each other. She had to watch as the looks Logan gave you went from untrusted, to familiar, to friendly toâŠeverything after the fact of trust. Not only could you see it in his eyes that he trusted you, but you could also see what he was too scared to admit to himself.Â
He was in love with you.Â
And had been for quite some time.Â
Of course, Rogue had only noticed this in the last couple of months.Â
Except, when talking with Hank as he cooked and she mostly watched and snacked on the parts he wasnât using for the main meals, she realised it had been going on for years.Â
How you had looked at Logan. Intrigue, civil, uncharted, familiar, friendly, safe and,,,love.Â
And apparently Hank hadnât been the only one in agony watching both of you. According to him, so were the rest of the team.Â
They were all just surprised nothing had actually happened yet.Â
âW-why are you laughing?â Loganâs gaze kept flicking from the passenger seat beside him to the road ahead until he finally pulled up outside the movie theatre.Â
âBecause youâre both idiots.â
Logan didnât look entirely amused. âThanks, kid.â
âLook, I could tell you butâŠyou need to work this one out for yourself. Thanks for dropping me off.â
As Rogue stepped out of the car, she closed the door and walked away. However, a few paces from the car she stopped and turned back around.Â
âFuck it, Iâm just gonna tell you.âÂ
Leaning back inside the car, Logan looked back at her.Â
âYou love her. And she loves you.â Rogue told him. âYouâve both loved each other for a long time and itâs about time you both do something about it before time passes and youâre both too chicken shit to do something about it. There is a reason everyone already thinks you're a couple, and thatâs because when neither of you are thinking, you both act like it anyway. You should really see the way you look at each other, Lo. I hope I can find that some day, too. Itâs rare. Donât let it slip past you. Either of you.â
Rogue watched as Logan soaked in all of her words and then settled back behind the steering wheel.Â
Reaching into her bag, Rogue pulled out a book. âThis was on the counter when I came downstairs.â
Logan took it from her. It was a new book. The new book you would be discussing about. Tonight.Â
âFigured she might need that. Maybe you can drop it off with her?â
Logan looked at Rogue and gave a smile. âThanks, kid.â
Rogue shrugged. âJust mention me during your wedding speech.â
Shutting the car door, Rogue watched as Logan pulled out of his parking spot and drove down the street, turning the corner to head towards the address you had given him earlier that week.Â
âJust in case you or Rogue needs me.â You had told him.Â
Pulling up outside the house, KELLER written on the mailbox, Logan turned off the engine, took the book from the passenger seat and headed up the porch steps and knocked on the screen door.Â
From inside he heard laughing before a familiar face opened up the door.Â
âOh, my. Logan, isnât it?â
Logan nodded, trying his best to hide the flush on his cheeks. âMrs Keller. Iâm hoping Y/n is here. She left her book and I thought-â
Mrs Keller gave a wide smile and pushed open the screen door for him to come in. âOf course. The more the merrier. Your wife will be happy to see you, Iâm sure. Follow me.â
As he did so, Logan soon found himself entering a second living room where around a dozen people were sitting in somewhat of a circle, either on the sofas or on the floor.Â
âLook whoâs come for a surprise visit!â Mrs Keller announced.Â
Everyone turned with welcoming smiles and slightly shocked expressions.Â
âLogan.â You werenât expecting to see him.Â
âHey,â Logan breathed with a smile at seeing you. âRogue. She picked up your book and I thought you might need it.â
You stood and took it from him softly. âThanks.â
âWell, honey? Arenât you going to give him a proper hello?â
Suddenly you and Logan felt a dozen pairs of eyes on you both and with a slight awkwardness, you leant up and kissed his cheek.Â
âOh, come on. Girls, I tell you. Last week they were like two teenagers.â
You felt your cheeks go bright red and you hid your face with the cover of your book. The only comfort was Loganâs hand that hadnât left your hip since you stepped into him to kiss his cheek.Â
âOh, Logan, please. Will you stay?â
Logan looked around the room. It was the first time he understood the expression âFeeling like you were going to be eaten alive.â
âNo, no. This isâŠyour thing. I donât want to intrude-â
âNonsense! Besides, weâve been dying to know more about our little mystery.â Mrs Keller said with nothing but affection.Â
âWho knew mystery could have so much romance?âÂ
Logan turned to where the voice came from and by your reaction, he gauged the voice belonged to Prissy. Whoâs name he would soon learn was Pricilla.Â
âIâd love to.â Logan replied, looking back to Mrs Keller.Â
âWonderful!â She clapped her hands together and got comfortable in her chair. âOh, Darwin, honey, come and sit by me so the lovebirds can sit together.â
The sofa in which Darwin had been sitting was as big as a seat and a half. So, when Logan did finally sit down, you were practically sitting on his lap, the only comfortable position you could find yourself in was tucked in by his side, your legs over his whilst his hand held your knees on his thighs.Â
Thankfully, your back was supported by the arm of the chair, but either way you felt yourself melt into Loganâs side, his body heat warming you. The fire Mrs Keller had on in the hearth was enough to heat the room but there was just something about Loganâs warmth that made itâŠdifferent.Â
âOh, you two just make the most adorable couple.â Mrs Keller smiled, watching the pair of you, noticing the smiles you gave each other as you both finally got comfortable in being so close to one another. âLike no one else is in the room.âÂ
Logan heard Rogueâs words echo inside of his head.Â
She was right.Â
âOh, you have to tell us how you met? Please.â Daisy asked from the floor beside the coffee table.Â
Prissy coughed. âArenât we more interested in discussing this weekâs book?â
A chorus of âNoâ sounded out.Â
With a shlump, Prissy sat back with a noise stuck at the back of her throat.Â
âOh, tell us how you met!â Darwin called out. âStart at the very beginning.â
âYou know itâs gonna be a good story when they look at each other like that.â Daisy added on.Â
Prissy leaned forward. âYou know, if you want a good love story, I can always tell you about how me and my darling husband met.â
Dawin groaned. Loudly. âWe already know your story, Pricilla.â
âGod knows weâve heard it enough,â Mrs Keller mumbled.Â
âWe want a new story and we want to hear about Y/n and Logan.â
You looked at Logan and Logan looked back. Something seemed different about him. It was almost like something was gleaming inside of him. You just couldnât figure out what. Or why.Â
But you loved seeing a new side of him.Â
There was just something that made your stomach flip and your heart grow when Logan showed you another side of him. A side he didnât let people see that often. Sometimes a side he wouldnât let himself see.Â
âWe met at work.â Logan told them.Â
âYeah, he nearly bulldozed me in the Professorâs office.â
âI did not.â
âYou did.â You countered. âI almost got a concussion from how hard you opened up that door.â
âYou werenât even near the door.â
âNo, because I jumped out of the way when you did.â
Mrs Keller smiled. âLet me guess, you didnât get off on the right foot?â
You shrugged. âNot particularly.â
âIt took timeâŠabout six months before we had a real conversation. And even then it took time.â
Mrs Keller smiled with a knowing look. âThe best ones always do.â
Over the next two hours, you and Logan were asked question after question. Most of them scolding you for not mentioning or bringing Logan to the book meetings sooner so they could all meet him.Â
Eventually, you did get onto the book you had all read. Prissy spent most of the time talking about the book and Logan got to witness first how she took the descriptions of a bird and placed the conversation back on her husband and what they had done during the week.Â
The first time, Logan could see it almost as sweet. After that it just got tedious.Â
But he couldnât care. Not when he felt you fall into his side, allowing for his arm to come around your back, his hand fanned out across the exposed skin from your hip where your t-shirt had come untucked from your jeans.Â
As the fire in the hearth settled into a constant warmth, people started to get more relaxed and cosier, pulling up blankets, putting on Mrs Kellerâs complimentary cosy socks.Â
Apparently she had a pair for everyone.Â
âLet me go and get some more snacks and then we can talk about chapter fifteen.â Mrs Keller gave a small gasp. âI didnât see it coming.â
But you shot to your feet. âNo, you sit down. Let me.â
âOh, thank you, dear.â
Sitting back down, Logan stood with you and walked into the kitchen with you.Â
For a moment, you both talked about the book club and everything that had just happened before a comfortable lul came and you both realised you had to talk about the elephant in the room.Â
âWe need to talk.â Logan told you.Â
âDo we?â
âRogue told me something and itâs been on my mind ever since. And I canât stop thinking how much she might be right.â
You poured some pretzels from the jar into a section of the dish. âReally? It must be bad if youâre agreeing with her.â
âCan you justâŠlook at me for a second?â
You stopped pouring the snacks and looked at Logan, only for him to grab your hands and hold them in his. Running his thumbs over your knuckles, you forced yourself out of your thoughts and back to focusing on the real Logan in front of you.Â
âI think Iâve known it for a while, I just donât think Iâve been able to let myself know it because, if I doâŠlook, Iâve lost a lot of people.â
He was scaring you now.Â
âLogan, whatâs going on?â
âIâve lost a lot of people,â he finally looked you in the eye. âBut Iâve come to realise you are not someone I can lose, Y/n. I donât want to lose you. But if I donât tell you something now, there might be a day when I could still lose you anyway.â
âLogan, youâre scaring me. Has something happened? What did Rogue say to you? I told you not to talk to her. That kid can be scary.â
Logan chuckled at that. It was true. Especially more recently. Very recently, in fact.Â
âIâm in love with you, Y/n.â
You felt yourself falter and stiffen at his words.Â
âYou are the person I trust the most in this world, and I donât say that lightly. I trust you and I love you. But I canât lose you. SoâŠâ Logan took a breath. âPlease tell me if Iâm going to lose you because of this, because I donât want to. I donât want to ever lose you. Especially over something that Iâve done.â
âYouâŠyou love me?â You questioned. âLoganâŠhowâŠwhenâŠLogan, you canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâŠyou just canât.âÂ
You were in shock and disbelief. âIâm not someone you fall in love with.â
âLittle late for that.â
âIâm being serious.â Pulling your hands from his, you walked away for a second. You needed space. You needed to breathe. You neededâŠyou neededâŠ
âSo am I.â
You couldnât help but scoff. âLoganâŠIâŠyouâŠweâŠwe donâtâŠâ
âWe donâtâŠwhat?â Logan asked you.Â
âWe donât fit, Logan. WeâŠwe spent years buildingâŠus. Donât you think that couples tend to know- if not instantly, a little sooner than us?â
âY/n. I love you.â
âNo, you donât.â
âI love you.â
Logan started walking closer to you, repeating his words with every step.Â
âLogan, you donât.â
Taking you by the shoulders, he looked you in the eyes. âYes, I do. AndâŠIâd wager to say you feel the same, too.â
âLoganâŠâ
âJust listen to me.â Logan begged. âPlease.â
And so you did.Â
âComing in here to tell you this? I didnât expect you to tell me the same. I still donât. I get youâre scared. Hell, Iâm terrified. But the only thing that is keeping me from running out of that door is you. I know you, Y/n. And you know me, so when I stand here telling you that I love you, you know Iâm not lying. You know that you are the only person I cannot lie to. I respect you too much to do that.âÂ
Logan continued.Â
âBut just nowâŠyou said âusâ. And after what almost happened the other night and what happened in the kitchen with HankâŠhell, even back there with the Town Gossip BoardâŠâ
Logan studied your face for a moment. You were fighting back tears, white knuckling the countertop beside you both.
âI canât lose you, Y/n. So, please, tell me now. Just answer me this and if you want me to walk away I will. Do you love me?â
âLoganâŠâ
Loganâs grip on you tightened for a moment as he bit his lip saying your name. He was desperate for an answer, wishing for you to say yes. For you to tell him not to walk away.Â
He couldnât lose youâŠbut maybe he already had.Â
âPleaseâŠâ His voice broke. âPlease.â
And then you broke.Â
âOf course I love you.â
Pulling him in by his collar, you held your other hand against his face before kissing him. It wasnât soft or gentle. It was full of desperate and an outburst of emotion that you couldnât put into words. You could only hope he knew what you meant by your kiss.Â
Almost instantly you felt his hands come to your waist before he pushed against you, kissing you back, allowing his arms to snake up and around your back, holding you flush against his chest. All the while, his lips caught yours once more after half a breath.Â
Your tears dried up and your hand fell to Loganâs side as he turned you, your ass bumping against the lower counter in the kitchen. A low groan came from the back of Loganâs throat as your hand dipped under his t-shirt and your fingers raked across his skin and up the side of his torso.Â
However, just as Logan was about to lift you onto the counter, you both heard a voice call out from the living room.Â
âDid you manage to find the pretzels? Theyâre in the cabinet above the stove!â
You and Logan pulled away, breathless. With his hands tangled in your hair and your forehead pressed against his, Logan forced a swallow, his cheeks heating as he smiled, still feeling your hand on his skin.Â
âYeah, weâve got emâ!â Logan called out. âWeâll be there in a second.â
You let out a small laugh, as did Logan.Â
âHow long have you got left here?â
You turned your head to look at the rustic clock above the kitchen dresser. âAbout an hour.â
âMake it 45?â
â50.â You gave it as an offer. âI still want to find out what they thought about Chapter twenty two.â
Almost out of arm's reach, Logan pulled you back. âHey.â
âWhat?â You asked, allowing yourself to fall back into him.Â
Looking at you, Logan smiled before brushing the hair from your face and leaving you with a kiss that left you a little stunned and dizzy in the best way imaginable.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â
âWait.â Logan said once more, before pulling you back. You laughed a little.Â
âIf we spend any more time in here, Mrs Keller is going to think weâre about to defile her kitchen.â
âWe almost did,â Logan smirked watching your face heat before he started fixing your hair and your top.Â
And you did the same with him.Â
Finally walking back into the living room with the snacks, you and Logan sat back down together, your legs draped over his lap all the while your fingers subtly played with the ends of his hair, allowing your nails to run up and down the back of his neck every once in a while that had him shifting in his seat.Â
You were out of there within forty minutes.Â
But not before Mrs Keller gave Logan his own pair of cosy socks.Â
âYellow and blue,â she told him. âFor some reason, they speak to me. Theyâre yours. Youâre an honorary member. Feel free to drop in any session. Weâd love to hear more about you two.â
Both yourself and Logan smiled before walking back to the car where he opened up the door for you before walking around and getting into the driver's seat.Â
It took all of a month before everyone found out you and Logan had finally come together. Rogue and Hank seemed the most relieved that something had finally snapped between you two.
You both spent most mornings and nights tangled in each otherâs arms, finally free to admit the truth to each other.Â
You had loved Logan for a long time. And he had loved you just as long.Â
Neither of you planned on stopping that any time soon.Â
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