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All of my comfort characters ive had through the years!!
#rainworld#stray#helluva boss#undertale#solar ash#downfall#furry#sfw furry#furry art#art#my art#helluva boss octavia#undertale papyrus#solar ash rei#stray b12#stray cat#rain world#doodles#endless moving nights#iterator oc#cats#robots#solarash#under tale#rainworld oc#oc#ocâs#rw#rw art#rain world art
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{Hey there!}
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{And finally, for lore and reference sheets, read under the cut!}
Endless Moving Nights He/They 3rd Gen Endless Moving Nights is usually referred to as "Nights" or more commonly "Endless" as for short. He majors in Biological mechanics and his facility status is currently collapsed after Hidden Niche of Pearls sent a large squad of scavengers and used highly reactive explosives. Before the collapse, Endless had severe insomnia and tended to stay up late into the cycle to work on finding the solution to The Great Problem. He (somewhat) found the solution to, but it was far too dangerous without testing. He had contacted his friend, Witch of Twin Stars to test it out for him- as it was technically a way to save her from the immense rot in her superstructure. She was dying, and what Endless was offering was a body switch into a slugcat subspecies. The subspecies being the only bipedal smart enough in Endless' facility that could be rewired to comprehend the ability to bodyswitch- Bottomfeeders. He sent one of his Bottomfeeders to Witch's can- in which Witch enacted on the instructions Endless had given to her. It was a success, however due to the 'solution' being far too close to being against the self-destruct taboo itself- they both kept it a secret. One of Endless' personal logs stored in a data pearl was 'accidentally' delivered to Hidden Niche of pearls- the iterator being extremely lawful. After the collapse, Endless' half-dead puppet was brought to Pines' can where he was hooked up to an emergency port for an umbilical.
Clock of the North She/Her 3rd Gen Clock of the North- formally known as Clock that Forever Points to the Northern Sky or a simpler short name just being Clock. She used to frequently learn more and more about botany and alchemy- however one time, her potion created The Rot in her superstructure. It spread, and she eventually soon collapsed. The rot had gotten partially cleaned up by a squad of slugcats sent by Green Pines, however, when Clock was kidnapped it simply invited itself back in. A large prehistoric slugcat named Memory had taken Clock to an iterator's facility from another local group, which has since been resolved. She was taken to Pines' can for a short amount of time before deciding to leave to beeline from there, to Chime's can, to her own can to finally get back to. She's close friends with Emerald Leaves of the Pines and Endless Moving Nights.
One Last Chime He/They 2nd Gen One Last Chime, commonly known as Chime or Chimes. One Last Chime is best friends with Endless Moving Nights, WAS friends with Howling Winds over Bronze Seas, and is either neutral to everybody else or hates everybody else. Ever since Clock of the North was created, it was rather obvious Chime had a big fat crush on her. He talked to her almost every cycle trying to engage her in conversation, frequently showing that he cared about her and just liked talking to her in general. That was until he accused Pines of simply wanting to use clock and claiming he was untrustworthy- and also accidentally slipped out that he loved her. Clock cut off all communication with him for many cycles. They only started talking again- just as friends- when Clock was transported to Pines' can. Chime still has often arguments with Pines, however, he is beginning to become good friends nowadays. Chime is now beginning to realize he has a crush on Endless now which is gonna end fine and dandy! (it's not)
Hidden Niche of Pearls She/They 2nd Gen Hidden Niche of Pearls- normally known as Pearls or more commonly as Niche. Niche is an extremely lawful neutral iterator with a high sense of regal and betterness. She understands her place in situations, however enjoys being formal- especially with other iterators. Niche likes to indulge in cultural study from the ancients to her own scavenger colony. Her colony of scavengers respect her and see her as their caretaker and leader, however, there's one particular scavenger- Cookie- she has a direct bond with. Cookie is a young scavenger working to become an elite with her siblings Sylvester and Natalie, and she occasionally pays Niche a visit. They'll talk a lot and Niche lets her guard down whenever with the little scavenger. She feels like a mother figure to Cookie, and Cookie feels like a child figure to Niche. Pearls is slightly antisocial as she would rather spend her time studying or talking to Cookie- and she also has mild paranoia due to a certain fallacy from another iterator which had lead to her breaking her morals.
Emerald Leaves of the Pines He/Him 2nd Gen Emerald Leaves of the Pines- almost always referred to as Pines. Pines is an authoritive yet layed back iterator with a set of his own code and morals. He frequently got into heavy arguments with the iterator Howling Winds over Bronze Seas- one day Winds sent him a file that was supposed to help him find the solution. Pines was grateful but suspicious of the hospitality- and rightfully so. The file contracted rot that quickly spread through Pines' superstructure. He was silent for a long time, however in that time had been readying a slugcat colony. The slugcats had cleared out almost all of his rot, and 40-50 of them had been sent to take out Winds for what he had done. Only one of them came back alive, however the mission was successful. After word was out that Pines had murdered Winds, most iterators banned him from chats and/or simply resented him. However Clock of the North believed his intentions were good. She didn't have a good relationship with Winds either, as he tended to be rather hostile. Later on in time, Pines began to rebuild his reputation back up and became friends with most iterators in his local group. He cares dearly for his colony of slugcats and hopes for them to continue advancing without the constant threat of rain above the clouds on his superstructure.
Witch of Twin Stars He/Her 2nd Gen Witch of Twin Stars- the slugcat now encompanying her puppet is referred to as Kasume, however the iterator who body switched with the slugcat is simply reffered to as The Witch or just Witch. After being body switched, Witch set off to head to the Void Sea where she would then attempt to ascend and see if the solution was truly plausible. Along the way, she met a fluffy yellow slugcat named Sunny- and the pup they took care of, Junior. While travelling, Witch had not told Sunny about her intentions, nor was she sure if the slugcat friend could comprehend it. She began growing a close bond with Sunny, and when it came time to dip into the void sea, she came back up. She couldn't do it. She couldn't leave what she had behind. She headed to Endless' can without telling Sunny or Junior where she was going only to find he had since collapsed. Witch found a pup of her own that she treats as her son- Smoky. They have since been living in Pines' colony.
Karmic Obnoxious Inaccuracy She/It 1st Gen Karmic Obnoxious Inaccuracy, almost always referred to as Koi. She isn't technically a part of Windtooth Plane as she's a bit farther away with no local group of her own, though was originally created to be a part of it. She has no communications with the local group, however she does have communications (occasionally) with her brother Endless. Her facility is submerged underwater, so her arrays and different parts of the superstructure constantly get flooded- making communications somewhat unreliable a lot of the time. She's a bit of an aggressively caring iterator with a strong protectiveness over her brother. She doesn't talk to many other people, however, she has had a word or two with One Last Chime.
Howling Winds over Bronze Seas He/Him 2nd Gen Howling Winds over Bronze Seas, sometimes referred to as just Winds. Winds is a highly 'lawful' iterator who frequently antagonizes most others. Despite having administrator privileges before he was murdered, he worked in illegal arsenal manufacturing- weaponry, essentially. Most iterators were neutral toward him, however he had a personal vendetta against Emerald Leaves of the Pines. The only two people he conversed with as friends were Endless Moving Nights and One Last Chime, however Chime moreso tolerated him than not.
(FYI, the second and third image are NOT alternate outfits. The second one is what's underneath the cloak.)
Angel of Dominance She/Her 3rd Gen An iterator who was kidnapped by an iterator of her own local group. She had many experiments done on her and eventually was found dead by Pines' slugcats. She was brought to the facility and temporarily revived but due to a large surgical cut from her hips to her chest, she was in constant pain. The temporary revival was taken away as they did not have the resources to keep her puppet maintained. Eventually, her puppet was rehooked up to the structure when Endless effectively left. She hopes to one day go back to her can in Loveless Meije, however with it being left unattended for some time there's a chance it'll collapse soon.
OTHER ITERATORS
Eight Islands Under Storm Clouds He/Him 2nd Gen An iterator in Windtooth Plane who's extremely antisocial. They haven't said a word to the local group other than Niche. He was created for the purpose of making explosives.
Two Rocks Eroding He/Him 2nd Gen Another iterator who's not necessarily in Windtooth plane, but is in the area. They haven't spoken to anybody.
Pristine Snow, Twisted Mountains She/They 2nd Gen An iterator who was previously conceived as dead from a power surge. Their facility was built on top of a snowy mountain that has heavy snowfalls. They have spoken to the local group a few times here or there but has mostly talked to Emerald Leaves of the Pines. Their 'death' was soon discovered as faked. She has broken many taboos- almost all of them, to be exact.
Misguided Information Any/All 3rd Gen INFORMATION CLASSIFIED
{ Clock of the North and One Last Chime both belong to @chaoticgoober . Emerald Leaves of the Pines, Howling Winds over Bronze Seas and Pristine Snow, Twisted Mountains all belong to chickenboi on discord. Two Rocks Eroding belongs to King STAZE on all platforms (mostly). Eight Islands Under Storm Clouds belongs to my brother, SomethingUnusual (on all platforms). Everyone else belongs to me. }
#windtooth plane#rw windtooth plane#ROTTOOTH PLANE#green pines#clock of the north#endless moving nights#howling winds over bronze seas#misguided information#witch of twin stars#one last chime#pristine snow twisted mountains#two rocks eroding#eight islands under storm clouds#hidden niche of pearls#karmic obnoxious inaccuracy#ask blog#pinned post#introduction#blog intro#ask blog introduction#ask blog pinned post#art#my art#reference sheets#rain world#rainworld#rain world downpour#rainworld downpour#rw dp
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we've both talked about how scully isn't jealous fire. what differences do you see between protective scully vs jealous scully?
yeah to me the main difference is that one is more external and the other internal. she gets very emotional when sheâs jealous. in episodes like alpha (literally sitting that woman down and going âiâm watching you.â cracks me tf up. Dana nobody is taking your man.) and war of the coprophages, itâs kind of angry. itâs louder, but still something very vulnerable and true to her (hater-ism). in episodes like the end, itâs heartbreak. thatâs one of the very few episodes where i think she was purely jealous, and sad. she usually understands whatâs going on and i think she knew as soon as she heard him call diana by her first name that something was going to change. i think it hurt her feelings, that specific display of connection, usually reserved for her.
when sheâs jealous she retreats. she watches quietly. she cries alone in her car. she needs a moment to herself.
itâs when sheâs protective that you canât shake her for anything. one of my favorite images in fire is her standing in the doorway while mulder and phoebe meet with the arson specialist. i didnât even notice she was there the first time i saw it. she wasnât invited. sheâs just keeping watch. later, sheâs standing in the hallway. after that, sheâs in his hotel room, and doesnât leave when phoebe comes in. says âare you okay?â the moment theyâre alone.
people write off her behavior in this one as being âjealousâ because she has a lil crush and thereâs another woman there, but i honestly find that dismissive. sometimes people discuss scully through such a wide lens, not taking into account who she is. sheâs really surprised throughout the time that phoebe was there. itâs that soft edge that still shocks to cruelty, that she never really loses. itâs what shocks in the pilot when the doctor hits mulder twice. what shocks in the following episode when the government agents punch him on the side of the road. (look at you youâve radicalized scully). itâs what makes her wary of jerry lamana, even before he stole mulderâs work.
but phoebe is so cruel, and so personal, and has so much history. itâs not jealousy that makes scully linger in doorways. itâs not jealousy that spawns that folie a deux. no one else understands. no one else can be trusted. (which i do kind of think started in fire, iâve said before). she isnât jealous that he startles when he hears this womanâs voice.
and i know thatâs a lot on phoebe as an example, but it doesnât stop. she doesnât stop keeping watch. she doesnât stop shocking to cruelty. sheâll get loud. sheâll make plans. sheâll surprise herself. and it doesnât come with jealousyâs mortifying intimacy.
(donât have much else to say but i found this from an old post of mine and wanted to share: âscully has that kind of protectiveness towards him that you have towards a child that hasn't been touched by the world yet. it's very 'the world is at least half terrible, though i keep this from my children.â 'good bones' by maggie smith. scully in the beginning is like......there is something here that should have broken by now. and she wants to watch him be able to walk into every room with the most hopeful answer and a hand out to every stranger.â)
she shares him with the world only reluctantly, Etc etc
#she wants people to be kind to him and it breaks her over and over#iâm still not very With It but i wanted to talk about this for a sec#i do think scullyâs protectiveness is a much larger topic#i think itâs a huge source of harm for her#i think itâs a constant failure to her#i think itâs a endless cycle of wanting to absorb him whole or lock him up and shut the gate and then feeling bad. regretting it.#huge plot of iwtb / msi#it almost develops from that initial s1 jumpiness of just wanting people to not fucking beat him down#into knowing that everything does. everything will.#could they ever recover from her exiling him from being with their child because she was afraid it would kill him? i donât know#the other thing that iâve been thinking about a lot with this is that sheâs guarding something most people donât see#this world is so cruel to him. itâs insane to rewatch and see how carelessly people just want to see if they can shake him#and this world desperately wants to beat this kind of gentle vulnerability out of people#and it would be easier for scully if they did. she wouldnât spend her days with a weeping wound. she wouldnât be so anxious. so on guard#but she is unwaveringly dedicated to the much more difficult task of protecting something thatâs very precious to her#i do think these qualities in her are extremely moving in that respect#and i love scullyâs judgmental hater-ism#i just do also think it becomes a pathology for her in some ways#anyway those are some loose threads#asks#fire#âFor long hours on his couch that night#autopsy hands on his head#in his hair#she'd thought about what it would mean to hide him away.#Thought about what it would mean to steal and stash him like fairy treasure#to draw protective rings.â#(audries âthroat eye and knuckleboneâ)
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yet another night spent wondering how mu qing must have felt as a teen working as xie lian's servant. especially whenever he was in the same room with the king and/or the queen, knowing full well he was the son of a sinner who the king had ordered to be beheaded. i wonder if they knew exactly who his father was or not. i don't know which option is worse.
#personally i would live in a constant state of paranoia#one wrong move and i could follow in my father's footsteps even if i didn't mean to#also the fact that we don't know what exactly his father did wrong#the possibilities are endless and keep me up at night#tgcf#heaven official's blessing#tian guan ci fu#mu qing#mxtx
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Tag drop: Jingliu
#[ jingliu. ] and so i wield my blade to the very end. until the 'stars' have been cut down from the sky. this oath: i will never forsake.#[ jingliu: ic. ] trapped in childhood nightmares; she tore off a spread of black silk from the edge of her skirt and covered her eyes.#[ jingliu: inquiries. ] ice waves as sharp as knives spreading like transient flowers in the air. freezing all and everyone they contact.#[ jingliu: countenance. ] when you live to be a thousand years. each day is carrying the weight of a mountain through an interminable maze.#[ jingliu: introspection. ] why do you wield a sword? / this is like asking a poet why they wrote poems. this is the only way for me.#[ jingliu: meta. ] this sword in my hand... naught but a needle compared with the heavenly bodies. how can i use it to cut open a star?#[ jingliu: etc. ] to the xianzhou; i am but an abandoned pawn: a wandering swordmaster.#[ jingliu: the sword. ] if there comes a day that the quivers run empty; and starskiffs crash⌠who will protect you and i then; or the xian#[ jingliu: florephemeral sword. ] a sword: 3 feet; 7 inches in length. weighing nothing. and it glowed as if a sliver of moonlight.#[ jingliu: shattered sword. ] a sword: 5 feet in length. weighing 3000 catties. unyielding: mirroring the defiance; hubris of its creator.#[ jingliu: cangchang. ] . when devoured; we had to face the truth that our lives were but a grain of sand in the river of time.#[ jingliu: hcq. ] their faces still linger before my eyes like a bygone dream. yet dreams will eventually fade. like clouds from the sky.#[ jingliu: memories. ] given the choice between staring at the abyss with a troubled mind and marching blindly: i choose the latter.#[ jingliu: the mara. ] do you know how to deal with the mara-struck? the answer is: there is no difference. The sword pierces the body and#[ jingliu: jing yuan. ] in an endless night; there is nothing closer than the bright moon. always hanging in the sky.#[ jingliu: imbibitor lunae. ] even after your rebirth. your techniques haven't changed a bit. / when i move it's like⌠/ ⌠like you never f#[ jingliu: baiheng. ] the things that we said and did together have all been shrouded in a layer of mist. a mist i cannot see through.#[ jingliu: yingxing. ] some are born with unparalleled foresight; intelligence; but make the ill-advised choices at destiny's crossroads.#[ jingliu: blade. ] that broken sword... you don't want to let go of the past. do you; blade?#[ jingliu: yanqing. ] that move was a token of my appreciation; young man. we were fated to meet this day and in days to come.#[ jingliu: v. youth. ] you can use this to vanquish those that took everything from us.#[ jingliu: v. sword champion. ] she knows it all. swords are a part of her body: the intake and release of her breath as she walks.#[ jingliu: v. traitor. ] and i will suffer my eternal punishment. that is the only way to keep the memory of the pain from fading away.#[ jingliu: v. present. ] whether it be you or I; or the generals of the reignbow arbiter. we are all just pawns in a game of the gods.#tag drop
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William Afton rant(?)
The idea of William actually caring for his kids makes him a more compelling and realistic character in my eyes. I like the thought of William still being able to feel the loss of his children while being an utter monster. And in the scene where he stabs Vanessa he looks almost taken aback himself. As if processing what he had done before getting angry and going on to finish what he had started before.
It's not the fact that he seems to not care that makes him a terrifying villain, it's the idea that he can care, in his own twisted way he still cares for his kids. He is an unstable individual, an utter monster.. But one that you can see small parts of humanity left in him. He's human, and that's what makes him so terrifying. Not that he's an unfeeling monster that ruthlessly murders kids for the hell of it. But that he kills kids while also caring for his own.
A monster who at first killed without a goal in mind. But after a while he went on to use his killings to fix his family. To bring back what he had lost. He's terrified of death, terrified of what happens afterwards. He is doing everything in his power to stay alive forever, and to bring his family with him. Even though he's doing it in a selfish manner, he took their lives away because he was selfish, and so he will selfishly bring them back to rebuild the family he had torn apart.
What this also does is ties him back to Henry. he is the dark parallel to Henry, like how AFO is the dark parallel to All Might. They are two men who are both trying to bring back what they lost because one of them took it all away. It makes William more of a person than a stereotypical villain, which can be done right but to me just feels bland for his case. Characters can be evil because they are evil. They're just evil for the hell of it. And that can be written well.
But for William it's more interesting to see him be evil not just because he's an evil man, but because he's selfishly trying to bring back his family. He's doing it out of selfishness. But it shows that he does care, he isn't a good father. Not by a long shot. But he loves his kids, he just doesn't know how to express it. And he doesn't stop loving them no matter what, he just loves them in a different way.
#William Afton#fnaf move#fnaf movie spoilers#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#am3yarants#idk I just love this murder man#hes so babygirl#this isn't even talking about the kid's mindset#what would they think when they find out their father is a monster?#would they hate him?maybe wonder if they're like him?#the possibilities are endless
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"If she is not living, then she must be dead. Those are widely considered to be worse, because you can block up the entrance that a live moroi enters through, but if she is a ghost, she comes by way of your dreams, and how can you block the entrance to a dream?"
â father sebastian, what feasts at night (t. kingfisher)
#⸝ đŚđ˘đ§đ : â each memory another haunting thing â .#book quote#t. kingfisher#what moves the dead#what feasts at night#citation#paranormal quote#my love for this author is endless#don't mind me i'm emotional
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gratitude post
#thankful for my loving and thoughtful partner my caring and creative friends my wise and giving parents#my body that takes me where i need to be and keeps me moving forward#my job that pays the bills without too much mental effort so i can dedicate my time to the struggle#my community that sustains and inspires me and gives me endless reasons to love it#music and street art and good sex and the lights of my city at night
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my best friend's MOTHER called me to scold me about being depressed and self isolating lol what has life even come to
#she was like. kya hua why won't you meet her she's saying you're busy do you have exams or something#and she knows too much about me so she's like beta exam toh agli saal hai na#it was more like pyaar se scolding ki mil liya karo usse acche lagega she's very sad she misses you#i was like. hmph. what??? she certainly hasn't said that to me#im kinda sick and tired of begging people to make me a priority pay attention to me tbh. i did ask to meet but she was like you come to my#house only i won't come to your house. even tho last few months ive been to her house soooo many times because of her parental drama#i don't want to go anymore im trying to study consistently and we don't sleep at all during nighout and i don't even want to waste a single#day. plus dad is being so weird and involved these days i can't even just sneak out. i mean if she came to my home atleast i wouldn't be so#tired that id waste the whole next day. but she doesn't wanna and she doesn't even have a reason so i just let it be i gave up#but aunty made me feel so guilty so whatever i texted like hey u wanna meet#tbh i don't want to sit and listen to her boyfriend drama all night. she never wants to do stuff together anymore we used to watch movies#we used to dance to songs we used to have so much fun. we were even planning on drinking but she keeps cancelling. now it's just endless#talk about how she feels so lonely and how she misses the guys so fuckinh much and howshe can't stop talking to them and how she needs them#to fill the gap the empty space#well fuck you!!! i feel the same and you don't give a fuck. you blow me off constantly don't hangout for a month even when we're in the#same city !! so we fuck you go to your boys and go your cousin ill be on my fucking own then always on my own desperately#trying everything to fix myself enough to move forward so my life doesn't fall apart and comes to a crashing halt#okay im definitely pmsing but whatever
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Ableism isnât just using designated handicapped spaces while able-bodied, itâs ignoring disabled peopleâs requests for space and assuming that if itâs not a problem now for an able-bodied person, then it wonât be a problem later for a disabled person. If a disabled person speaks up to ask for accommodations that arenât immediately available, itâs because they absolutely fucking need it now and in the future! Ableism is assuming that providing space only when itâs immediately needed is fair and not alienating and derogatory and dismissive. Disability justice requires equity, not equality, at all times, not just when itâs convenient for able-bodied people.
#i hate our fucking neighbors and their endless parade of cars blocking the accessible buses#i hate oversized pickup trucks taking up half the space on small side roads#i hate driversâ entitlement to space for their gas-guzzling cars#personal#postapril24#ableism#i say as caregiver for my quadriplegic mama#our neighbors think itâs okay to park in front of our house at night so long as they move by morning#how can we possibly know when theyâll move their cars!? itâs none of our business!m#just like itâs no oneâs business when mom needs to use the accessible buses and therefore needs the space in front of our house#like idk how to impress on these stupid able-bodied people that i am trying to prevent the problem not just fix it
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#that was shit meme#meme#memes#rw#rw oc#windtooth plane#cruel belief of hierarchy#endless moving nights#iterator oc#ancient oc#rw ancient oc#rainworld#rain world#selenophobia#rw selenophobia#pre-mass ascension#art#my art
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thatâs!!!!! something!!!!!!
#this is vee speaking#me on sunday night: oh manga updates should be happening soon when do they update??? oh 4/26 and 4/27????#me: oh đ so wednesday and thursday accounting for the time differenceâ *insert jojo tbc screen*#i donât know how to tell time thatâs just part of my character setting LOL#ANYWAY THIS IS A LOT FR#like that is such a technical skill iâm not entirely sure what to make of it lol#like whatâs probably about to derail this dh strategy is saburoâs mentality to rework himself to overcome/endless potential#but who in this cast isnât mentally strong enough to handle more poignant criticism lol#howâŚâŚâŚâŚ how do you use roshoâs ability lol#ohhhhh but wait i was talking about how ineffective raps seemed to be against honobono and ichijiku#because they donât view men highly enough for them to be hurt by their words so maybe roshoâs could function as a way to damage them đ¤#and reiâs is incredibly similar to hifumiâs iâm very startled lol#i would love an official description for it because it looks like itâs just a move planted for future use#(very rei tho tbh itâs giving âlaying the groundwork for a future goalâ and would be one hell of a move at the end of a match)#c: rosho
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Idk what to think of these options... TT
See what your followers think of you.
Black: I would date you.
Green: I think youâre cute.
Blue: You are my tumblr crush.
Grey: I wish you would notice me.
Purple: I donât talk to you but I really love your blog.
Teal: We have a lot in common.
Yellow: FUCK ME, LETâS FUCK.
Orange: I donât like your blog.
Brown: I donât like you.
Pink: I think you are unattractive.
Red: I hate you with a burning passion.
White: Marry me.
#where is âid buy you some ice creamâ#or âwow its warm i'd go to the beach with youâ#or âthis heat is getting out if hand i'd move to the north pole with youâ#or âwe've been living in complete isolation on the north pole. the endless nights are getting to me but i believe we could stand itâ#or âyou don't know it but i've heard you leaving our little hut in the snow at night... idk where you could possibly go we are all aloneâ#or âi thought we were all alone but i'm unsure now. i keep hearing voices. at first i thought they sounded like you but something is offâ#or âit's been too long since i heard another human besides youâ#or âthis doesnt sound or smell like you. whoever is here with me has to be something elseâ#or âi'm scared for summer to come. i don't wanna seeâ
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Cake or Fake - G.S.
Synopsis. The only birthday gift your brotherâs best friend wants? You. And not just for fake-datingâŚ
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, brotherâs best friend! Gojo, annoyances to lovers, fake dating, PINING, jealousy (Gojoâs side), past Sukuna x Reader, matĂng presses, vĂrgĂnity loss (Gojo), oraI (fem rec.), PĂSSYDRĂNK GOJO, size kĂnk, cervĂx kĂssing, heâs such a tease, cĂşmplay, p talking, making him WHĂMPER, spĂtting, pĂĄnty-steaIing, slight chokĂng, reader is Getoâs sister, matchmaking, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 11.1k
A/N. In honor of my hubbyâs birthday!!
âWait, whoâs coming to your party?â
âItâs not just a âpartyâ, itâs my surprise party-âÂ
âSatoru, itâs not a surprise party if youâre the one organizing the surp-â Youâre cutting yourself off with a heaving sigh, massaging your throbbing temples. âAnyway- continue.â
Growing up, you didnât suffer through years of endless torment from Gojo Satoru to hope that heâd ever use logic. No, of course not.Â
Instead, heâs brandishing the oversized birthday banner heâd bought himself, softly smacking the top of your head. âBesides- itâs not like everyoneâs going to be there. Just our group, Nanamiâs troupe, some Kyoto people, I invited Yaga but he kicked me out of his office- oh- and Sukuna.â
Ah, there it was.Â
The one person you didnât want to see just as much as you didnât want to be roped into your brotherâs best friendâs âsurpriseâ party planning for his own birthday. But, alas, here you were.Â
And here tumbled the next few words that would likely haunt you for the rest of your life.Â
âI need you to date me.â
âOh? Okay.â
âListen I know itâs stupid and I know-â WaitâŚwhat? Cutting yourself off with a choked-up wheeze- for the first time since heâd barged into your life, Gojo had truly and absolutely stumped you. âWait- you agreed?â
Heâs shrugging one broad deltoid, tinted glasses that youâd bought for his last birthday sliding down that high nose bridge of his. And the grin youâre graced with is blinding. âWell, I knew it was about time before you fell for my charms~â Before one strong arm swings its way around your shoulders, manhandling you against the thin black t-shirt wrapped around his sculpted body. He wiggles his cloudy brows, âWhat was it- the hair? The eyes? The body? Yâknow Iâve been hitting the gym more-â
âGojo Satoru.â youâre gritting out through tight lips. âI need you to date me- just for one night.â
âSo it was the body-â heâs gasping dramatically, beefy arms frantically wrapping around your middle. You could feel the curves of his washboard abs against your palm. Purring voice pitching up into what almost sounded like a whine, âAt least take me out to dinner firstâ! To think that you just want me for a one night stand-â
In a split-second, your palms slap over his nonsensical mouth - hard enough that you almost spy a stinging stamp of red on his skin.Â
And yet, Gojo doesnât complain. Doesnât display anything but a brazen gleam in his gaze that practically screamed out kinky~!Â
âShut- up- my brotherâs in the next room.â Youâre hissing, eyes flickering behind Gojoâs toned figure and towards the kitchen door for any looming sign of Geto. âI need you to date me-â Your digits tighten over his mouth as soon as you feel it moving to prattle away once more. â-just for tonight- no, not as a one night stand, put that banner down- We just need to ah- pretend?â
Damn, it sounds more of a garbage idea out loud - and you didnât even know that was possible.Â
At the question in his summer blue eyes, your hopefully explanatory words spill out a mile a minute. âS-so Sukuna has been getting around since our little break-up a few months ago- if you can even call it thatâŚâ
Ah, melding into such a big group with your brotherâs friends and your own in university had always meant that there would be a few bumps along the way.Â
From explaining to an overeager Haibara that no, you and Gojo were definitely not dating, to making sure that your brother and his best friend didnât make Nanami suffer from an aneurysm too early in life, to perhaps the biggest of them all - your fiery, yet short-lived fling with Ryomen Sukuna.Â
The most dramatic bump, according to Shoko.
Sukuna wasnât a close friend, but itâd taken work to get over the worst of the awkwardness after heâd dumped you without a momentâs notice. And you werenât exactly dreaming up a wedding with himâŚsort of, but you certainly did skip out on a few invitations to hang out if you knew that heâd show his smug face.
And right now it left you ironically wishing youâd heeded Gojoâs words when heâd first warned you that Sukuna âwasnât right for you.âÂ
Though, you think part of it came from his own unexplainable love-hate animosity with the man.
â-but Iâve still been painfully single since the last time I saw him, and you know how he is. I canât face him like this.â You, in particular, knew too well. âYou two still have that weird rivalry thing going on, right? So help me show him up just for tonight- then later we say it fizzled out and everything goes back to normal. Itâs a win-win really if- eugh!â
You snatch your hand back as far as it would go the very second you feel the sodden drag of something against your palm. Staring in horror at your clammy skinâŚhe licked you.
And Gojo almost winces at the loss of your touch - he almost drags your hand back himself.Â
But oh, it was worth it just to see the way your gorgeous features get scrunched up into an even more gorgeous glare - one that said if looks could kill, then heâd already be six feet under and having his surprise party thrown on his grave already.Â
Truly the way to a manâs heart, he swoons internally.Â
âFine.â
And when has that particular tone from Gojo ever boded well for you?
âFine?â
You find yourself gulping at the slight bob of his smooth Adamâs apple, the flex of his back muscles when he hunches downwards to crowd your space. Mere inches away. Somehow, he seemed too close and too far away at the same time. Too intoxicating with his cold, pinewood scent.
âFine Iâll let you- heh, use me for my body.â Tone intentionally dipping into a low, rumbling territory. Gojoâs batting his long snowy lashes in a way youâd almost deem innocent - if it wasnât for the next few words that tumble urgently from his mouth. â-only if you give me something back. A kiss.â
You jolt, âWhat?â
âIâm the birthday boy, and I say-â
Cutting him off with a thoroughly practiced scoff, âWell, I have common sense. And I say I should just ask Nanami instead-â
âIs the common sense in my five-star getaway cabin with us right now?â
âOkay! You two!â Getoâs roughened hands clap down on your shoulders with a little more force than necessary. His voice is patient - used to this. âPlease try not to make this a funeral before we can make it a birthday party, Satoruâs decorations are non-refundable.â
Oh, shit.
How long had he been standing there?
Judging by Getoâs slight shake of your shoulders as if scrambling the practical part of your brain back into functionality - and the way he wasnât lecturing your ear off just yet - you guessed that the two of you had been lucky this time.Â
Face burning, you pray you didnât look as guilty as you were. Swatting your older brotherâs well-meaning hands away. âSpeaking of, for a busybody hosting his own surprise party, Iâm shocked you didnât want any gifts.â Quirking a brow, âIs there even anything you want? Anything else?âÂ
Gojo knew what you meant - you werenât just talking about the party anymore.Â
And, wellâŚhe avoids your eyes. Yes. Yes, there is .
You.Â
But, woe, even the utterly shameless Gojo Satoru couldnât possibly say that out loud - especially in front of his best friend, and your brother - so he settles on an obnoxiously dragged-out, âAwww- Trynna make my birthday special fâme, sweetheart~?â
And even that was toeing the line.
He canât help the way his rosy lips curl smugly at the edges when youâre hissing out a heated, âS-see if I try and have a civil conversation with you ever again, Gojo.â
âOuch!â Gojoâs clutching dramatically at his heart with a willowy faint that leaves him hanging off of Getoâs shoulders - and it wasnât too hard to fake with the way his heart lurches uncomfortably at the sound of his last name on your pretty tongue. âRight for the jugular- is this your way of throwing the towel on our truce?â
TruceâŚis that what heâs calling it?
You catch your own brother - that traitor - stifling a bout of laughter behind his hand when his towering best friend seems to cower in your mere presence. Because, really, who was Gojo Satoru against you?Â
Sighing with that slightly infuriated pout you havenât lost since you were a whiny, teary-eyed brat meeting him at his Digimon-themed birthday party many, many years ago.Â
Gojo takes the moment to truly appreciate how youâve grown since.
He hadnât technically invited you back then - but what else was there to do when your older brother was off making friends in kindergarten already and being invited by his ânew best friendâ?
Youâd been pouty the entire evening at that, he remembers, and his mother had gotten a ton of photos just of your bickering duo. A year younger and just barely an inch shorter than him, but to a freshly six-year-old Gojo that made all the superiority - enough to tease you badly enough that youâd left him with a tiny, throbbing pink handprint across his cheek, and his poor heart in your palm.
âNo.â Your voice rips him out of his reverie, as it always seems to do these days. âSo you better k-keep up your end of the truce, too.â
With you stomping your way back to your cabin suite, Gojo finds his twinkling eyes straying right after. Hot on your heels. Unable to tear away. You really have changed since then, all grown up - as is he - and yet-
âThatâs after a truce?â Geto wonders out loud for the both of you.
Well, heâs eyeing his best friend. And Gojo was nothing if not a good- well, he was good at everything, quite frankly. Everything except for when it came to you. âSuguru, we might have to plan a surprise engagement party tonight instead of a surprise birthday party.â
âHuh?â
âHuh?â
Because he still feels as much the bumbling six-year-old with his first-ever crush as he was back then.
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âMatching colors?â
You sigh, âCheck.â
âMatching backstories?â
âCheck.â
âKiss me?â
âCh- wait not yet-â youâre managing to shrill out, fingers curling even tighter around where Gojo had insisted you latch onto his bicep. And you feel him flex boastfully under his velvety button-up, âAnd do we really need to make some grand entrance? You literally planned the entire party.â
Heâs flicking your forehead - softly, youâve seen Gojo roughhousing with your brother before and he didnât use even half his strength on you. âSurprise party- the birthday boy has to make a dramatic entrance with his girlfriend. How else will we make a statement?âÂ
Youâre grumbling to yourself about why you needed to make a statement at all - but you canât argue, this was your idea after all.
And Gojo seemed well and fully intent to excel in his roleâŚperhaps too intent.Â
Now, you always knew that his family was disgustingly wealthy; but Gojo practically dragged you to the nearest high-end mall this morning. Insisting on the latest twinkling bracelets and bejewelled necklaces to match his fitted shirt. Cooing that you looked âabsolutely gorgeousâ in every single one.Â
Was this official girlfriend treatment from Gojo Satoru himself? Youâve never known him to have had a long-term relationship in all the years heâs been your brotherâs friend butâŚbut it was all so much for just one night of acting.Â
And when youâre twirling that flowy silken fabric of your dress around your fingers, you wonder if thatâs all he was thinking.Â
âHey?â The rounded pads of his fingers skim over your cheeks, âNervous?â
âA little.â you admit, trying oh-so-desperately to escape from his blazing sapphire gaze.Â
And Gojo crushes you close to his body, one massive palm resting firmly on your hips, hardened front pressing up against yours. Warm. Steady. Voice so close now that you could catch every slight crack towards the end, the heat of Gojoâs feverish breath - practically burning - against your ear.Â
You wanted to feel his hands more - everywhere.Â
Woah. Youâre shaking your head, thankful it simply looked like you were gathering your wits. Maybe you were more tired than you thought.
âWeâll be alright. Trust me, itâll go smoothly.â Was- was Gojo Satoru comforting you? Heâs cracking a smile, like the thought just occurred to him, too. âAnd if it doesnât then I can beat up that b-â
SLAM!
âWhy are you taking so lo- What. The. Fuck.â
Your first instinct is to wrench away from Gojoâs hold - but unluckily for you, his first instinct is the exact opposite. And you find his firm digits tensing to dig into the plush of your hips, both of your heads snapping towards that gravelly new voice.Â
Catching a jaw-dropped Shoko with her half-burnt cigarette dropped to the floor, she looked nowhere near even thinking of picking it back up. You could practically see the gears curdling around in her head.
âAh-â Youâre gasping out in what you hoped was believable scandal, fingers latching around Gojoâs own cold ones. Not to remove - no, Gojo almost has a heart attack when you intertwine them with yours. âHope weâre not too late, Sa- Toru here wanted to go shopping.â
âWait-â Shoko runs her hands through her silky locks like she was pleading to the skies above. âWait wait wait- wait- when did this happen no-â Sheâs baring you with her most aghast look, âWhy did this happen?â
Gojo comes to your rescue, face falling into the crook of your neck with a grin. âTold ya she would fall for my charms eventually~â
âYes, but I didnât think she was that stupid-â
Yes! You have to fight to hide your smile, despite the blatant insult. One down - if you could get everyone at this party to believe in your little act, then Sukuna would have to.Â
âStill hereââ Youâre deadpanning, hoping that your friends didnât catch the slight tremors in your voice. Damn- why did Gojo have to be so warm. â-and uh- maybe we should head inside? After it is a certain someoneâs-â
âShhh! Youâll ruin my surprise.â
It all goes according to script - well, your entrance with Gojo and his entrance into the party.Â
As soon as your duo steps in, the dim lights flicker on and youâre deafened with the cheery yell of surprise! Blinking your startled gaze to adjust to the blinding decorations upon decorations that Gojo himself had put up, you canât help but let out a chuckle at the smiling faces that meet you.Â
Geto and Haibara holding exploded party poppers, the rest of the group from Kyoto standing around a brightly lit cake youâd baked, Nanami the one turning on the lights - the farthest away from the birthday boy. Purposefully so, you imagine.
And there - in the center of it all - Sukuna.Â
Arms crossed, a pink brow raised as he drinks in the sight of you - all of you.Â
As was the rest of the room, eyes widening in true surprise.Â
Gojoâs clutching the front of his shirt with almost-frightening theatrics. âYou guys- You did this all for me? Youâre the absolute best-â
âEugh.â
âWhat did you blackmail her with?â
âCongratulations on your relationship!â
Your eyes latch onto Geto - who only takes a long look at you and cackles.Â
Gojoâs huffing ever-so-slightly as he gets cut off, and thatâs what it takes for you to realize that you still had his fingers looped undeniably with yours. In fact, heâs tugging you even close to wrap one heavy arm over your shoulder, the very picture of sappy devotion when he nuzzles his cheek into your own. âTheyâre bullying me~â
He was laying it on thick.
Heâd barely steered you into the living room before you catch a flash of white and two firm arms curled around your neck - away from your supposed boyfriend.Â
âMy lovely!â Utahime cries, cocktail abandoned somewhere to wrangle you free from Gojoâs treacherous grasp. Sheâs cupping your face with visible concern, âIs your head okay? Did you knock it somewhere? I know a good doctor that can help with-â
âHey! Sheâs my lovely-â
âIâm fine, Utahime.â Youâre subtly stepping on Gojoâs toes before things can escalate any further. Eyes meeting red ones from across the room, â-I promise. Weâre just ah- giving it a go. Itâs very new and we didnât want to make such a big deal out of it, honestly.â
Lies. The entire point is to make a big deal out of it.Â
Shoko crosses over in a flash, droopy eyes flickering between you and a sheepish Gojo. âGiving it a-â Slicing their way over to the decorative blush on his cheeks, â-goâŚhuh.âÂ
And as youâre surrounded by the tittering crowd, youâve never felt more like one of those cell samples that Shoko would dissect in medical school and proudly show your reluctant self pictures of.Â
Ogling everything from the weight of Gojoâs hand on your shoulders to that soppy smile on his face when he smushes his cheek into yours like some overgrown cat. And you canât help but wear a grin of your own.
Canât help but feel relief when she cracks a wicked smile, âFucking finally.â
Haibara gathers your hands in his own, âI-Iâm so proud of you two! Nanami and I have been hoping for this for the past five years-â Flitting his strangely wet eyes to a Nanami who couldnât have looked more disinterested if he tried. â-isnât that right Nanami?â
âNo itâs not.â heâs rolling his eyes, but you catch the slightest hint of a twitch at the corners of his lips. And it hits you that heâs happy for you.Â
Really, truly happy.
âRight right!â Haibara plows on, and you have half the mind to wonder if the obliviousness was a skill. âItâs been more like the past seven years-â
Geto slaps! his hand on Gojoâs shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips. âSo he finally grew the balls, huh?â
âEh? I mean-â youâre strangling out at your brotherâs sudden comment. â-I mean of course. Had to practically force it out of him though, yâknow?â
Shoko nods, eyes far away like sheâs remembering something you canât. âOf course, you did- pining fool.â And in the corner of your eye, you sneak a glimpse at the way Gojoâs sharp jaw clenches. Grinding ever-so-lightly as she calls out, âWell, I was almost at my witâs end with your horrible taste in men. No offense, Sukuna, not that this oneâs any better- let me know if you ever need his balls chopped off in his sleepââ
Utahimeâs narrowed glare stays locked on Gojo, âHurt her and itâll be more than your balls.â
Sukuna, notably, says nothing.
.
.
.
Gojo Satoru was a liar.Â
The guestlist for his birthday wasnât simply your friends - it was damn near the entire campus by the time the cake had been cut and youâd all settled into your usual conversations.Â
Body after body filtering in through those towering mahogany doors of his. Invitation or not. Rapidly and steadily, it was growing into another one of Gojoâs famed parties. Honestly, you wouldnât even be surprised if youâd actually bumped into Professor Yaga somewhere in there.Â
âEheh- whoops.â His apologetic words hit hotly against your ear over the thumping music. Your body jostling precariously where you were sat all prettily in his lap on the overpriced living room couch. âI donât even know half these people.âÂ
And, yet, more than half the people seemed to know you - or, at least, your relationship with Gojo.Â
Sure, you were aware that your brother and his best friend were amongst some of the most popular students on campus, but this was ridiculous. You couldnât pass two minutes without a few guests sauntering up to wish the two of you well and leaving Gojo with a âcongratulations for finally growing the balls.â
âThey sure know a lot about your balls, huh?â Youâre raising a brow, back pressed up against the massaging ridges of his abs. And some part of you felt guilty for deceiving all of these people - they really did look curiously happy for the two of you.Â
Gojoâs bemoaning, âI can assure you that you are the only one allowed to talk about my b-â
âUgh, couples.â Comes your brotherâs voice to the side of you, the cushiony couch dips as he takes his seat. âThough, it is much better than having him mope around.â
âSuguruâŚâ Gojo murmurs. Low.Â
âWhat? Scared Iâll embarrass you in front of your girlfriend?â Geto was such a provocateur despite that serene expression heâd constantly wear on the outside. Taking a long swig of his beer before musing, âRemember, sheâs my sister, Satoru. And I think she should know about that book of pick-up lines you bought for her. And that picture in your-â
Immediately, two engulfing hands find their place on either side of your head, covering your ears so blatantly. Gojoâs strained screech is only slightly muted when he drags out, âW-we havenât gotten to that stage yet!â
âOh, I see I see-â And Haibara - dear, sweet Haibara - always chooses the worst times to pop up from behind the two of you. Ringing voice commanding the attention of about half of the room nearby when heâs humming, âSo you two are still in the honeymoon phase, then? How romantic!â
âNo.â
âYes.â
Thereâs such dangerous possessiveness in Gojoâs limbs when they tangle in a mess with yours. One arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other gliding its lecherous pathway up and down your exposed thigh. Slowly. Savoring.Â
Gojoâs fingers twirl over the short hem of the dress heâd bought, lips pressed up against your throat as he mutters. âAw, câmonâ no need to be shy, sweetheart.â
And youâre sure whatever strange little flip your heart did showed on your face - because immediately, youâre being showered with awwwâs and squeals from all around you two- when did you even draw in a crowd?
âThen why dontcha give âer a pretty peck to prove it.â
But of course, Sukuna was in it, too.
âWhat?âÂ
You try not to let your true feelings bleed into your words when you take a long look at that unchanged smirk, the way heâs tilting his tattooed neck in defiance. Shrugging up sculpted shoulders, âMâjust saying. If you were my girl, Iâd want to prove it to everyone here.â
Damn.
Geto nudges his best friend, and you grit your teeth - because proving it was exactly what Sukuna did when you two were dating. Often these parties found you sneaking away if he felt generous, and Sukunaâs lips hot against yours right on the dance floor if he didnât.Â
All in front of a fuming Gojo.
And, hell, if he could be petty then so could you.Â
Youâre ignoring the boiling in your veins to run a few stray fingers through Gojoâs angelic hair. Soft. It drags his steely gaze from Sukuna over to you with a gulp, âSâthat okay, Toruââ Oh god, that nickname has Gojo wondering whether heâs in heaven. â-wouldnât wanna make you uncomfortable.â
âTch, are you kiddinâ me-â He recovers quickly, and you didnât know whether the raw awe in his voice was part of the acting or simply just Gojo being himself. â-provinâ to losers than Iâm yours is the best birthday gift I could get.â
The last thing you see is that tiny, curvaceous dimple at the end of Gojoâs grin before heâs smashing his lips onto yours. Itâs messy. Disorganized. The very beginnings of a sodden French kiss.Â
Sheer teeth and lips and need as he suckles lightly on your lower lip, pearly white canines sinking in ever-so-lightly until you keen. Lost into the wolf whistles erupting from the party-goers - it seems to knock some sense into you two.
And Gojo breaks the kiss with a panting pah! sugary sweet taste of his birthday cake lingering on your tongue - over as soon as it started. âHappy birthday to me.â
âYou are so corny-â youâre croaking, more so because you didnât know what to say than anything. Because all your mind was whirling with werenât words - it was the feeling of wanting more more more-
Shit. Your eyes widen, peering down at Gojoâs half-drunken gaze - even though youâre sure his lightweight self hasnât had a single drink tonight. You wanted to kiss him more.Â
âI-I think Iâm going to get a drink.â youâre mumbling out, hastily standing on two unsteady feet. Mere moments away from stepping into the kitchen - from making your escape - before long digits clasp around your wrist. With a plastered smile, you turn to Gojo, gaze flickering down between his begging eyes and that vice-like grip of his. âYou need anything, babe?â
âAh-â Gojo lets you go as if your skin scorched him - as if he didnât even realize that heâd been holding onto you this way. âNo no, nothing for me- donât take too long, mâkay~â
Every step you take, Gojoâs watching after you like it couldnât be fast enough.
Because after that? That kiss that had him feeling like a pathetically melty puddle of teenage hormones? Shit, heâs almost on the verge of getting out of his seat and running after you like a maiden himself-
âSoâŚugh- was that part of the truce?â
âHuh?â
âWas that- dammit, Satoru fuckinâ look at me- sheâs not even in your line of sight!â
âOh- what?â Gojoâs veering his eyes over to his best friend, gaze still trailing after you like a lost puppy even when he registers the other man talking to him. Your little audience had mostly dissipated by now, leaving him to act as much of a fool as his idol-like persona on campus didnât allow.Â
Geto lets him stew in the strobing silence of the party music for a little longer, before heaving out a sigh that was much too worldly for a young man of twenty-something. As a younger sister, you really did give him grief - and he finds himself almost wishing he hadnât interrogated Gojo after overhearing your strange agreement earlier today. âMan, you really are stupid, huh?â
âI know.âÂ
âAnd this charade of yours is even stupider.â
â...I know.â
âAnd you realize that you might just be helping her back into the arms of that Sukuna all over again, right?â
âWHAT?â Heâs so desperately loud that a few guests in the vicinity jump. But Gojo didnât care - he didnât give a shit about anything other than grasping onto Getoâs collar, shaking him stupid. âHave you lost your mind- Iâm supposed to be the nonsensical one in our duo-â
âI-Iâm just saying.â Getoâs putting his hands up as if a shield, âGetting an ex-boyfriend jealous using the same man he was threatened over when they were dating? Sounds like the textbook recipe for jealousy sex if you ask me.â
Oh, Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone. Brows marrying together, he only wobbles his best friend harder. âB-but no- that canât be- they hate each other, donât they?â
And, ah, he hated how Geto always knew what to say.Â
Hated how he already knew by the devilish curve of Getoâs lips that nothing that was about to fall out of it was going to do his sanity any good.Â
Gojo flails, âNo wait-â
âDonât you two claim you âhate each otherâ? And yet, here you are.â Getoâs patting his best friend on the back as if consoling him, shaking his head with the patience of a mother with a few problem children. âThere there, you complete imbecile. Now you might want to stay here sulking with a singleton like me, or- you might want to go over there and avenge the honor of your fake relationship, because I see an ex-boyfriend coming in hot.â
âWhat?â
Heâs jerking his head around so urgently that Gojoâs vision blacks out for a bit - and thatâs exactly the excuse heâll use for years to come when he shoots up to his full height. Snatching a glass of liquid courage from Geto-
âSatoru, thatâs-â
Knocking it back within seconds before storming off to just where he could just peak your beautiful self in the kitchen being crowded by Sukuna. That adorable furrow in between your brows betraying your thoughts, lips moving furiously with a frown.
âDo you think he knows that what he drank was just water and not alcoholâŚâ Geto tilts his now-empty cup at a lounging Nanami nearby, head bowed like he couldnât give a single fuck if this party burned with him in it.Â
âNo.âÂ
âDo you think he realized the âjealous sexâ was a bluff?â
âNo.â
Geto lets out a slight huff of laughter, âAnd do you think he realizes that more than one person in our group knows itâs pretend?â
âNo.â Nanami didnât care if he risked sounding like a broken recorder, after spending almost a decade with you two dancing around each other, he thinks heâs owed that privilege at the very least. âI donât think he realizes that had your sister so much as looked his way, let alone date his sorry self, then the entire campus would have been hearing about it for the past month.â For the first time since heâd found himself accidentally dragged into Getoâs conversation with him, Nanami raises his head to catch the tail end of Gojoâs lanky legs disappearing into the kitchen. âAfter all, Sukuna did break up with her because they were in love with each other. Just too stupid to see.â
Now, you might not exactly be his yet like heâs wished on every single birthday candle since he was six - but Gojo Satoru was to be damned if was going to let any other bastard steal his fake girlfriend.
âSukuna-â
âAwwwâŚwhat happened to âKunaâ, baby?â
You snort, arms crossing over each other while you fixate your glare on Sukunaâs leering form. God, the kitchen just seemed too small for the two of you. âI think you lost that privilege when you dumped me.â Attempting- failing - to sidestep, âNow if youâd excuse me, my boyfriend is-â
Scoffing, âGirl- what boyfriend?â
Sukuna looked to be on the very verge of laughter, and you were on the verge of breaking into a nervous sweat. Heâs rasping out a rumbling snicker at that look on your pretty face, âOh come on, now- you canât really expect me to believe that sorry excuse of a kiss came from the same man thatâs been wantinâ you for years, right?â
Shit.Â
WaitâŚyears?
Your fingers curl tighter around the beer bottle, âI-I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
And you watch as Sukunaâs mouth drops - now fully laughing in your face. âDamn- not even a hint? You really did downgrade after me, ma. At least I was honest.â
âHonestly an asshole, thatâs for sure.âÂ
But the rest of your fire swims down the drain as he inches closer. And closer. Heat radiating off the rippling muscles of his body when a big, beefy arm of his cages you against the polished marble counter. Head inclining slightly towards the door, âWell- why donât you and I-â
âTake your fuckinâ hands off my girlfriend.â
âSatoru?â
But the sight youâre met with seems anything but - gone is that softly teasing demeanor, vanquished is Gojoâs easy smile. His pretty features are twisted into such a feral snarl; and where his tone was ice-cool, his eyes were blazing with raw fury.
Gojo looked like he didnât even hear you as he echoes, âI wonât say it again.â
âWell alright then, Mr. Boyfriend.â Sukuna lets go of the cool counter surface with a knowing chuckle, walking horrifically towards a seething Gojo himself. The two stand eye-to-eye, glare-to-glare. âAre ya sure you and your third-rate acting wasnât interrupting anything between myself and my girlfriend?â
âSatoru, ignore himââ Youâre pleading, trembly voice jolting Gojo out of his hypnotized stupor, and making him drag his heavy legs around to you. Fuck, that was close. You didnât know what-
âThatâs right. Comfort your friend the only way you know how- sânot like you can do anything other than pine for decades until the next one comes around to steal her away, anyway.â
CRASH!
In a split-second, Gojo has Sukuna pinned against the wooden cabinets by his cotton shirt. Ego and desperation wafting from the two men as his feet dangle a few centimeters off the floor. Gojo had his teeth bared - eyes wild, looking like he was seconds from foaming at the very mouth. And Sukunaâs own lips quirked upwards into a grin.Â
âYou better watch your fucking mouth.â Gojo hisses.Â
âYou wanna tell her or should I-â
âWhat is happening here-â Shokoâs sharp voice snaps the three of you from your little bubble of violence, and itâs like all of a sudden the music and the party comes pouring back into the kitchen. Strangers and friends alike hot on your heels to watch the drama unfold, being pushed back by a frantic Haibara. âYouâre acting like children.â
Sukuna shoves the other man off of him, and makes his way out. âWell, I know one of us hasnât grown up.â
And Gojo is just about to stride forwards- until you catch him with a hand hooked around his elbow. Feeling the washing sense of deja vu from not too long ago. Hastily spitting out, âN-now- oh! Look at that, let me get that bruise cleaned up-â There was no bruise, and there was no reason for you to drag Gojo from the kitchen as fast as you did. Yet, you did anyway. âWeâll be upstairsââ
âManâŚSukuna.â Geto whistles lowly, watching you lug his 6â3 mess of a clingy best friend up the stairs and into what he assumes to be Gojoâs bedroom. âI know you wanted to set them up together badly but wasnât that a little much?â
âOh shut up- I donât give a shit if they get together or- or if sheâs happy or not.â he gruffs, stalking off.Â
Yet, Geto guffaws at the angry rouge that colored the very tips of his ears, and the slight wobble in Sukunaâs lower lip when he stops to watch you two make your escape.
Yeah. âDidnât give a shitâ his ass.Â
âUgh.â Utahime rolls her eyes, signalling at the DJ to raise the volume on the music just a tad louder. She had a dreading feeling theyâd strangely need it. âMen.â
.
.
.
Ugh, men.Â
You roll your eyes, the soft pads of your fingers tracing over where Gojoâs knuckles were slightly reddening after knocking against the cabinets. You were only glad that it didnât escalate into something even worse - damn this stupid idea.Â
âIâm sorry.â
Gojo breaks the thickened silence between you two, his sullen voice echoing across all four wide corners of the master bedroom. But all you can hear is the thundering of your own pulse when he blinks his eyes up at you, âI didnâtâŚdidnât think it would go this far.â
The two of you are sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed, practically sinking into the plush mattress. And you canât help but notice how much the room smells like him.
âAh, well- yâknowâŚâ youâre trailing off, and the way you look at him - so soft and raw will forever be etched into his honeyed mind. You were comforting himâŚwhat a night. âPlay stupid games, win stupid prizes. B-beside- itâs over now, isnât it?âÂ
He can only nod.
And you feel your fingers twitch where they were cradled in his much larger ones. Fuck. Here goes nothingâŚ
âSo that means I have to hold up my end of the bargain now, doesnât it?â
Oh.Â
Gojo blinks.
Oh.
âWait- so was it the body or the char-â
âUnless you finish that sentence right now. In that case Iâm never speaking to you again.â
And shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut Gojo Satoru up then youâd have been wielding this power much, much sooner. Breath hitching when his plump, pinkish lips instantly zip shut, and heâs scrambling off the bed to kneel in front of you.
Kneel.
Gojo was kneeling in front of you, knees clacking to the floor so hard that you think it must hurt. But all that he wears on his expectant face is the rosiest of blushes, and the slight pucker of his lips when he leans in. âI-Iâll shut up- but can I have my kiss now?â
You couldnât gift an answer even if your dizzy mind could somehow conjure up one.
Because with the slightest nod of your head - barely motioning even a few millimeters - Gojoâs crashing his lips onto yours like he was starved.Â
Like he didnât want to breathe - didnât need to - when his mouth was meshing against yours. Addicted from that faux kiss downstairs. Keening out a low whine at the very back of his throat, heâs gulping in steady heavals of your essence. Greedy hands circling your body-
âO-oh shit.â he kisses, mouth parting from yours ever-so-slightly because fuck, he had to breathe. But heâs completely and utterly sure that he could die happy right here and right now, lips firmly pressed against yours.Â
Youâre half-heartedly sputtering, âWe shouldâ the partyââ
âD-donât talk to me about a fuckinâ party, pretty.â His teeth pull lewdly on your lower lip, âOne more- that was a practice run. O-one m-â
This time, itâs you cutting him off.Â
Swallowing up the rest of Gojoâs sentence and forcing his body to wreck with a sudden bolting of lightning. And Gojo swears he tastes heaven on your lips, thumbing open your jaw further to pry out your lolling tongue and suck.Â
You moan out what sounds like a slurring string of his name over and over - praying that these walls were as soundproofed as they looked.Â
Fingers nimbling their way over to the first few open buttons of his shirt - the very graze of your skin down his burning one sends shots of electricity down Gojoâs body. It makes him jolt. It makes him drag in a heaving lungful. It makes his heavy palm drop its way to the curve of your ass and squeeze.Â
âWait-â heâs drunken. Seething. Silvery strings of rope snapping in the heady lack of space between you two when Gojo pulls away. â-whatâs it that they say- one more for luck?â
One more. And another. Another. Another and another and itâs still not enough even when Gojoâs mouth was throbbingly red and raw from crashing against yours, whimpering at the slightest wet glide of your candied lips across his.
Meshing in a sodden pucker heâs trailing his plumpened lips down the splatters of dribble thatâd made its way down the corner of your mouth.Â
As lazy as his hands were, long digits drawing circular massages up, up, up your thigh. Youâre gasping when the fat curve of his thumb nudges in through your drenched panties, drawing a sopping wet line down your teary slit.Â
âI thinkâŚâ Cutting himself off to let his tongue slide out and lick a languid stripe down your drivel. â...think I needa hah- kiss those other lips of yours for good measure, sweetheart.â
Oh.
Fuck.
He looked like he was seconds from drooling at the very thought. Nervous energy bleeding into his words, making them sound almost like a whimper. Gojo Satoru wasnât asking - he was begging on his knees right before you to eat out your pretty cunt.
Sharp inhales being sucked through his drunkenly parted lips when you slide your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and pull. âTh-then you better make it worth all the trouble, Toru.â
Oh, his head tumbles backwards at the sound of that nickname on your lips once more.
Chuckling - chuckling - all humorless and crazed. Bleary eyes locked on you and only you, he doesnât move them a singular inch once all the while dipping his fingerpads into the hem of your panties and pulling. Dragging out the drenched excuse of your panties, theyâre splotching a glistening coating of your sweet, sweet juices down your thighs.Â
And Gojo only turns to look once he brings them eye-level - up to his face and-
âToru, youâre so nastyââ
âYa think?â Gojo huffs out through the slicked-up fabric of your underwear, breathing in your essence like it was his favorite scent. And you swear you catch him sneaking in a few droplets of your syrupy juices that splatter onto his mouth. Groaning, âOh, sweetheart- mâgonna make you realize just how nasty I really am.â
Without any apologies, without any warning, your thoroughly hypnotized self is being shoved down roughly onto the mattress. You bounce a few times against the navy sheets, legs hiking up on autopilot - exactly the way that Gojo wanted them.Â
You really were made for him.Â
Mewling, âWh-what-â
âShhh sh sh-â heâs whispering out in ragged rasps, still pressing a few pretty pecks against the mound of your translucently glossed panties. It was taking everything in him to part- to set them downâŚWell, perhaps not that far. Gojo stuffs your panties mindlessly into the back pocket of his pants, tongue swiping a moisturized coating over his lips when he takes back in the sight of you. âMâtalking to her.â
All splayed out on the bed for him - it was like all his dreams materialized into real life.Â
Literally.Â
âOh, look how wet she isââ His creamy fingertips push up your dress to make such a slurring mess all over your pursed lips. On purpose. Swirling the edge of his manicured thumb over and over in the tiniest of circles over your pulsing clit. And Gojo snickers at how greedy she was for his attentionâŚhow cute. â-whaddaya think sheâs ngh- tellinâ me, pretty?â
Rubbing your fists over your eyes, youâre seeing stars when Gojoâs rude digits give your clit a sudden pinch. âI-I donât knowââ
âAwww- are you sure?â Youâre being showcased the most innocent pout youâve seen him plaster on his entire life, lower lip jutting out and looming so dangerously close to kiss the drizzling trail at your puffy folds. âBecause sheâs so talkative to me- might jusâ be nicer than you.â
You wish you could snap back as you usually would - oh, how you wish.Â
But youâre sure that any and every noise that showers out from your dazed mouth wouldnât even be heard. Because for one infuriating time in your life, Gojo was right.Â
Those sugar-coated squelches from your dripping cunt replayed in your ears over and over. Every teasing pattern of Gojoâs fingertips has you rambling in a saturated song that sticks to your ears like cotton. And Gojo couldnât get enough.
He couldnât stop.
He couldnât falter no matter how much he wanted to keep up this ever-cracking facade of being suave. Heeding to practically every word from your pretty pussy when his heated mouth gruffs closer and kisses you.
Slow. Filthy.
âT-Toruââ youâre whining, your fingers entangling with his snowy locks. And no matter how hard you tug, Gojo doesnât move even an inch. â-make sure you ngh- b-breathe- fuck-â
âDonât need to..donât- donât need itâŚâ Gojoâs slurring out into your saccharine pussy lips, intentionally dragging out his words so that they vibrate all down your spine.Â
Button nose massaging against your ample clit, the decadent room rings! with a sultry squelch. And youâre peeking down at that sinful sight of Gojoâs tongue smearing your puffed-up pussy lips agape. Swiping around and around the circular hole of your entrance before plunging in-
Oh.
Gojo looked like he was so in bliss.Â
Eyes sliding all the way to the back of his head with one taste of your bawling cunt on his tongue- shit. Shit.
Shit shit shit. Heâs out of control when he gasps, two hands curling under and around your thighs to haul you down the bed. Maw hanging ferally open when heâs gashing your poor pussy with the most sodden French kisses - Gojoâs never kissed a person like this before. And he doesnât think he ever will - other than you.Â
Doesnât think heâll ever feel as feverish as he does right now when heâs craning his deft fingers into his mouth. Sucking. Tasting. Each and every one with a messy pop! pop! pop!Â
He really was nasty.
You gape at the way your slick hangs all down his lips and coats a sparkling glaze that drips down his chin and forms a little pool at his neck. His collarbones. Trickling down with pearly beads of sweat that sift between his perky pecs so mouthwateringly.
âF-fuuuuck-â Gojoâs hissing, brows scrunching together like he couldnât even believe what he was seeing. âYou jusâ got ngh- wetter. S-so much wetterâŚâ
Itâs said like a prayer.Â
Like a plea because your cunt was driving Gojo crazy.
âItâs all because of ah- youââ You squirm at the way that these were the words tumbling from your mouth. And you already know that Gojo was about to tease you for this for the next few years - if he even remembered, that is.Â
Because just about the only thing that he can do right now is twirl the edges of his fingers over your winking hole. Once. Twice. Before feeding you inch by long inch of his middle finger - in your lusty haze you think you manage to count about six inches from his staggering size.Â
And it only had you imagining his size down below.Â
âDonât squeeze around m-me- fuck who am I kidding-â Gojoâs sleazy pumps of his hand has your cunt slobbering all down to his working wrist. Adding in one more, two. â-drool all over me- make a mess- hah- fuckinâ ruin me.â Mouth bumbling a mile a minute when his drives build up sloppily, swiveling around your gummy walls to nudge over all your tenderized sweet spots. âYeah- heh- yeah suck me up like that. S-such a slutty girl, arenât ya?â
âS-stop being so-â
So what?
Talkative with your cunt? So greedy when he shovels his face back in between your tottering thighs? So heated when he utters. Like a death sentence. All that he could. âI-I canât stop- do you know how long Iâve ah- imagined this? Dreamt of this?â
Your palm constrict on his silky strands and Gojoâs so pliant when he lets himself be rummaged even deeper against your pussy. So ready to be used. âTh-think I like you better when you ngh- shut upââ
And even through it all, Gojo finds it in himself to roll his eyes - though, you think itâs a way to disguise the way heâs agonizingly swimming in euphoria more than anything. Chuckling out wetly, âTh-think I like it better when youâre ah- actually on mâtongue and n-not jusâ in my fuck- dreams when I have my cock in hand.â
Shit.
Heâs so shameless.Â
Fingers jackhammering in and out in and out in and out-Â
âWhere is it-â heâs spitting out into your squirming pussy, the lower half of your body being pinned to the mattress with one of his strong arms. Youâre feeling the way his biceps bulge against your skin. Getting faster. Faster. â-where is it where is it where-âÂ
âWhat are you even ngh- looking for, Toru?â youâre crying out - it was all so much now. So close.Â
But the only answer you get are your ankles being tugged to wrap around Gojoâs fervent head, pinned with one hand behind his back. âLock it.â Keeping you held there until the ends of your feet knot as vice-like as possible to mash his face into your drooling cunt.Â
Gojo wraps his rose pink lips around your weepy clit and sucks through furrowed brows when his thorough digits surge upwards at a bruising pace into a bulbous magical spot. That spot.Â
âFound it.â
And you find yourself cumming with such a loud yelp of Gojoâs name - throat rubbing sore with every peak of your high. Your orgasm crashes into you over and over as he laps up every bead, every splatter, every drop that youâre giving.Â
And heâs still parched.Â
Spitting out a wet slew of saliva into your quavering hole, Gojoâs making such a mess of you. Absolutely ruined when he sucks up every wet smear that waterfalls from your cute cunt - so thirsty.Â
Itâs only when your high has died down to a few tingles, when your limbs twitch with overstimulation, that Gojo finds himself pulling away. His lips stinging rawly, nose slicked and dripping with your sweet, sweet juices - youâre hearing the most pained grunt from between your legs as he pulls away.
It hurt him to.
âOh, w-would ya look at thatââ
You werenât sure if you trusted him enough to look - already knowing that whatever it was would have your mind reeling.
But how could you not when Gojoâs fat fingertips squeeze your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, opening your glazed mouth just wide enough for him to salivate. A thick wad of spit hitting your lolling tastebuds, his thumb swipes over the stray slops thatâd made their home on the corner of your slack jaw.Â
He grins, âI said look, sweetheartâŚâ
Groaning, your eyes blink downwards - and you werenât even sure what you were witnessing at first. Not even sure if you were daydreaming - because Gojo had his black dress pants unbuttoned. Shoved down until his thick, milky thighs just enough for you to witness his massive length.
Yeah, his fingers were definitely an indicator of something.
Because Gojo was so big that you felt nervous. His length swollen and thickened to an incredible girth. All pretty with a red, rotund ruby tip that blushes a cute strawberry pink all the way down, down, down until neatly trimmed tufts of white at his base. Saddling his tight, hefty balls that looked much too heavy.
He made your mouth water.Â
But that wasnât all - no, what really catches your eye and snaps you from your orgasmic haze and into a half-lucid state were the creamy rings upon rings that laminated his shaft. Frosting-like dredges of cum sliding lazily down his angry cock, spurting out a few more from his weepy divot at the very end at your unwavering attention. Did he-
âYes.â Gojo gasps out in a condensed puff, his voice sugary and embarrassed. Shit, did you just say that out loud? âI-I came just fromâŚyouâre just so-âÂ
Damn, he curses his stupidly babbling mouth. So drunk on you that he canât voice all the sinful thoughts sprinting through his melty head right now - all the thoughts that have been already for years now.Â
It was impossible - even for his big fat mouth.
So without another word, Gojo tuts as heâs rolling his shoulders as if on instinct to pop a few joints; in one, fluid motion your body is being sidled into such an easy princess carry.Â
Patting you down right into the cushiony middle of the bed, he looms over you - stalks over to you. And you canât deny that the absolutely feral smile twisting his features makes your cunt twitch.Â
âToo many clothes.â Gojo tugs on your dress - that darkened glint in his eyes not boding well for you or-
RIP!
-for this dress.
At the sight of your jaw dropping in adorable surprise, he chuckles out a rough, âDonât worry- Iâll buy ya that again. Iâll buy ya the ngh- whole fuckinâ store jusââ And oh with a few masterful flicks of his fingers on your bra, youâre left in nothing underneath him. Nothing to hide your perfect body away from the way he was fucking you with his half-lidded eyes. â-just let me f-fuck this cute cunt, please?â
It takes you a few sloppy seconds of Gojo nibbling down your neck for you to realize that heâs waiting for you. For anything.Â
Huffing, your shaky fingers clench around the glaringly open lapels of his button-up. âSâunfair th-that youâre the only one in clothes-â
And, well, who was Gojo Satoru against you?
Youâre demandingly helping him shrug off that branded shirt, buttons hitting the ground, his pants hitting the floor-
âWhoops.â Gojo grins sheepishly when his pants and those tight boxers collapse onto the floor in a tatter of fabric and your panties. âJusâ consider it a uh- birthday gift, prettyââ
No longer having his flaps of fabric to reel him in by, your fingernails dig neat little patterns of crescents on his heated skin as you drag him down to you. Heady breaths mingling with one another, âYou said no gifts, remember? If you ngh- really want those panties- y-youâre gonna hafta earn it, Toru.â
And earn it he will.Â
Because as soon as the bulging spherical shape of his fat head swipes a sopping kiss down your pussy lips, you feel yourself already moan. He was so hot.Â
Already so pussydrunken when he says, âHope ya donât mindââ Teeth sinking into your tender earlobe, â-this is my first time.â
Fuck.
Fuck.
You barely even have the mindpower to register those words before youâre being split apart - gasping at the almost-unnatural feeling of being so thoroughly full. Of having our steamingly hot insides being fucked open with just the simple tip of Gojoâs staggering cock.Â
âCâmon- câmonââ Heâs lunging up in slow, mindless gyrations trying to force his thick length inside. Powerful arms keeping your wrangling legs spanned wide open for him, they barely even let you budge. Biting down on his lip in frustration, âF-fit inside- shit, your pussyâs so tight, sweetheartâ sâit too big for you?â
Stubbornly, âNo-â
And Gojo only has to glissade the curves of his palm down to that inflationary nudge of where he was drilling into your cunt. âNo?âÂ
â...no.â
Pressing down. Hard. âNo?â
âFuck- yes- youâre just too big-â And you meant it as a complaint - you really did. But those words only have every ounce of blood remaining in Gojoâs shivering body galloping down to his gluttonous cock. Pushing at the seams to make him expand even fatter, bigger- âWhy are you getting bigger?â
Shit, you really needed to watch that mouth of yours.Â
Because it has Gojoâs hulking body falling onto two elbows on either side of your head, like a heavenly cage you didnât ever want to get out of.Â
Sweat-simmered forehead bumping into yours, you feel his large fingers interlace dangerously on top of your head. âYou need to-â Heâs crashing his lips against yours in such a filthy open-mouthed kiss. â-s-stop talkinâ outta ya ngh- pussy. Leave that to her.â
Her.Â
And youâre so utterly distracted by all his little ministrations that you didnât even realize the way he was snugly fitting himself into your cunt.Â
The stretch is impeccable when it hits you like a train at full speed, feeling the tiny nooks and crannies of your magical spots being brushed up against the thrumming upright curve of Gojoâs cock. Heâs leaving no millimeter of your elastic walls unturned, unstretched. Untainted.Â
Gushing out a sweltering hot wave of buttery pre that sloshes all the way against your womb. âOh- oh what the fuck-â Gojo hisses, chest heaving. And if you didnât know any better youâd have wondered if he was in pain. â-what the fuck- th-this is what you feel like?â
Right - shit. In all the chaos, youâd forgotten those words heâd confessed just earlier - Gojo Satoru was a virgin. Because of course, he was. Donât make him laugh, who else would he have ever wanted to see him like this other than you?Â
A virgin that was currently pacing his slender hips back and forth to instrument the most syrupy squelches from the very gooey bottom of your cunt. His drooling mouth spreading wider and wider with every sultry half-thrust.Â
You mewl, âH-how does it feel, Satoru?â
âI-I feels so- soââ But the words are failing him - the words are escaping him with every gummy squeeze of your walls like you wanted to swallow down more and more of his solid inches. And hand on your hips swirls your hips around ever-so-slightly to feel his sobbing tip paint tiny circles of gluey precum inside you. Gojo snaps his eyes open - wild. â-is it even l-legal to have ya cunt feel this good, sweetheart? This- oh! Heavenly?â
And he was sounding genuinely concerned. Genuinely worried for his sanity once Gojo manages to feed your needy cunt all of his length.Â
Now in.
Fully.
And it feels too good - too blissful to have almost every single prayer in his life finally answered that Gojo canât help but scrunch his eyes shut and cum.
Loudly. Pathetically.Â
One hand dancing downwards to give your plump clit a punishing little squeeze as if it was your fault. The other curling around your throat to have you meshing your mouth with his panting one, you can feel it in the vibrations how his voice cracks at the very same second your gooey cunt is filled with such copious dumps of his seed.
Thereâs so much.Â
As if heâs cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life, every splatter of stifling hot cum managing to paint the bullseye of your g-spot in pure white. Ounces of his seed creaming around his hefty base, it smears and slide around your thighs as Gojo continues to fuck you into the mattress. Pound after pound that make him see overstimulated stars.Â
And it makes Gojo giggle - giggle - head lolling deliriously into the crook of your neck, now covered in a slather of his drool. Every slow ram into your splurging cunt has him grunting out the tiniest ah! ah! ah!Â
âShit- fuckinâ embarrassing-â You hear him groan into your neck, licking a languid column from his tongue before biting. Hard. Hard enough that youâre wondering whether heâd draw blood, âCan ya believe- s-saved my virginity for the ngh- girl of my dreams nâ mâcumming already~?â
He leaves a few final pecks against your lips, âTh-this pussyâs got me too haaaah- addicted, prettyââ As heâs moving to part sloppy ways, youâre gasping at the splatter! of something warm. Wet. And only then do you register the literal tears crinkling at his eyes from overstimulation. Crying.Â
âA-are you okayâ Satoru?â Youâre whining, limp fingers skimming away the strands of white that cling to his prespired forehead.Â
âNo.â Comes the answer, comes the heaving gasp when Gojoâs fatigued limbs force themselves through his trembling muscles to heave back upright. âOne m-more. That was a practice run.â Throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, you feel his flexing deltoids underneath you when Gojo brings one ankle up to his mouth and kisses. Muttering - more to himself than anything. âB-but mâgonna make yâfeel good- oh- fuck- mâgonna make you t-take this big cock.â
His words have you just as stupidly fucked as his fat shaft does.Â
Those lightning bolts of his veins thump down the upperside of your goopy channel, massaging your sweet spots over and over and-
âTh-think it was here-â Gojoâs palms feel everywhere and anywhere down your tummy for the vicious back and forth of him inside you. To feel that bulging opening, the way your snug channel clenches every time his bouncy tip recoils back from your cervix. Wanting more more more- â-or w-was it- here.â
âFuck!â The entire expanse of your spine arches off of those thoroughly and filthily dampened sheets now, meshing up sluttily into Gojoâs body until his prespiry-glossed abs cushion your front, plush pecs so comfortably collapsing on top of you. âThere- there there hngh- more-â
âMore-â Gojo chuckles, hitting that precious spot over and over. His chubby head mashes in slurping soppy collisions until he was out of breath. Dizzy. âMore she says- Greedy girl, wh-when you have me already ngh- dripping out of you. Shit- squeezinâ me so. Oh-â
And his vigorous fingers scoop up such lecherous volumes of his own milky cum, toying with the gushing waves of white your poor pussy leaks with every pound.Â
Heâs bullying them between your lips - cerulean eyes dilating, mouth sagging unsealed when you eagerly suck on his digits. Tasting his candied self, tasting you. Somehow managing to muffle out, âM-mânot greedy.â
Gojo can only grin, âS-say that to me when this oh- cunt of yours isnât sucking the fuckinâ soul outta me.â
And Gojo would love to tease you more for this - to mouth away for hours on end into your ear about how drenched you were getting and muse out loud whether youâd dreamt of this just as much as he has, too.Â
But instead, heâs pecking a flurry of lovely kisses all down your face. Gasping into your lips, âM-move that pretty hand fâme-â So rudely swatting those fingers of yours thatâd snuck their way down to toy with your neglected clit, Gojoâs taking over himself to rub steady, methodical circles. Thumb peeking pressure on the hood of your clit just the way heâd read online. â-Iâve always w-wanted to ah- do this. To fuck you raw. T-to ruin you and ngh- fill you up-â As his words spill, so do a few ropey wads of pre. More. Frequent. â-a-and eat you out all over again. See how you taste like mineâŚâ
âY-youâre gonna-â You canât even bring yourself to say it. âAgain?â
âOf course, sweetheart- why? Scared I- oh.â
Thatâs when he does it - the mistake of peering his barely-open eyes down.
His weightily smacking balls that smooch against your ass with each thrust clench oh-so-painfully at the vision of your puffed-up pussy lips gaping around him. Drooling. Swallowing. Accommodating his ruthless cock for all you can, practically broken in half and still yearning for more.
Shit, the sightâs so hypnotic that Gojo doesnât even realize when heâs letting his thoroughly overwhelmed body lock into yours like a puzzle piece. So hefty and sculpted.Â
His abs practically melting into your body, and his sloppy hips pistoning into you even deeper. Harsher. Every raring grind of Gojoâs lengthy shaft probes into your g-spot so hard. Like he wanted to leave widely battered bruises of his circumference on your sweetened spots, your cervix, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. Like he couldnât stop.Â
Doesnât even know the very word right about now in this filthy, filthy mating press. âCâmon- câmon one more for ah- luck?â Whimpering, âMy sweetheart, I-Iâm gonna-â
Gojo sees white when he cums once more this night - and you do, too.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs because of the violent streaks of electricity that run down your entire body, or because of the treacly spurts of cum that overspill from your poor cunt. But fuck- did it feel so good.Â
Your entire body tingles all the way down from your toes up to your bleary head - and the entire room feels like itâs fucking spinning at this point.Â
Black tinging your vision with ever overfilling thwack! of Gojoâs tight, cum-filled balls as they empty out, out, out into your depths. Itâs coating your insides like a sticky second skin, leaving stringy drizzles of seed seeping from between your slit. Adding to the ever-growing puddle before.Â
Youâre feeling it swashing around you with every drivel of his hips. Overstuffing your elastic walls until you felt like they were about to burst.Â
And all you can do is simply grapple your nails into the bulging muscles on Gojoâs back, whimpering out a broken, âT-Toruââ
âMâhere I-Iâm hereââ Yet his voice sounds airy, hitching like he was on cloud nine. A beefy arm wraps around your body and manhandles you close to him like some sort of ragdoll, âMâhere- shit-â His lips graze against yours in what you assume must be a kiss, too oversensitive to even perk his head up and peck you senseless like you knew he wanted to. âNever lettinâ ya go- haaah- never- ah-â
Whatever promises Gojo always imagined whispering into your ear can be said and done later.Â
Right now, the only thing he can streamline his body into doing for him is to search blindly for his discarded pants by the side of the bed. Searching for that bulge in the back pocket- no, not the panties heâd swiped right in front of you - instead, heâs feeling for the shape of his wallet.Â
Pulling your tired body back into his, Gojoâs carding it lazily open to show you that.Â
Exactly what they were talking about.
Splayed out proudly in the front and center of his wallet was a picture of the two of you. Years and years ago exactly on this date, the aged photograph showed a smiling Gojo Satoru in front of a candlelit birthday cake, tiny cheeks all pinkened. A small, surly you standing by his side - eyeing his Digimon hat more than you were eyeing the camera.Â
But that didnât matter, because Gojo wasnât looking at the camera, either.Â
He was looking at you - exactly the way he was right now.
Glowy eyes half-lidded, a mysterious little smile playing on his lips. Gojo nuzzles his face against yours and breathes out a tiny, âIâŚI might have loved you ever since then, yâknow that?â
Youâre gasping, eyes shining withâŚsomething. And Gojoâs heart stutters as he wants to find out. Wringing your hands to wrap around his broad chest, youâre coiling your legs together until youâre unsure where one ends and the other starts.Â
Whispering three lovely words into his ear - and three more into the honeyed air.Â
âHappy birthday, Satoru.â
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Gojoâs one wish was to wake up next to you - like this. Under soft blankets, with your sleepy breath puffing softly into his collarbone, your body tucked safely into his.Â
And he never wants to let go - could never even dream of anything that could ruin this precious moment-
âMind explaining who ordered wedding decor last night on MY account?â
Ah, that would do it.Â
Bleary blue eyes wrench open, taking Gojo every shred of will in his body to not jolt at the unwelcome greeting of Shoko peering down at himâŚwhile he was all wrapped up with his best friendâs sister in a bedroom that could almost be mistaken for a crime scene.Â
Would it really be too late of a birthday wish to hope that she hadnât noticed your tattered clothes on the floor, the ruined state of the sheets, and the way that the bedframe sagged suspiciously on one side?
Gulping, heâs pressing your body even tighter into his, careful not to let you stir - well, at least it couldnât get worse than this-
Footsteps.Â
Close.
And an unmistakable few voices - and laughter. âIs that my sist- SATORU, YOU BASTARD-â
âEugh.â
âWHAT did you blackmail her with?â
âWoahhh- congratulations on your relationship!â
A/N. Lowkey has the spirit of a crackfic, I fear. This was SAUR fun.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader
rated e - 6.5k
tags: asshole friend!wade, (sorta soft) roommate!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, flirting, mutual yearning, immature humor, a reference to while you were sleeping, wingman!wade and the worse way to meet someone, light angst, oral sex, swallowing, fingering, v. light ass play, unprotected PiV, appearance of The Claws, whatâs a refractory period, sorta audible voyeurism (brief/humorous)
a/n: includes spoilers for deadpool & wolverine (which omg I loved - what was your fave cameo?)
Your eccentric neighbor Wade may drive you a little up the wall⌠but, youâre willing to put up with him if it means heâll introduce you to his new, grumpy-looking roommate.
âYou gonna introduce me?â
Youâve cornered Wade in the apartmentâs laundry room - the door to the front-loading washer hanging open as he holds a bundle of red fabric up to his chest.
âYou think this will wash out?âÂ
The suit in question looks like it had been run over by a truck and then set on fire, with the rips criss-crossed in the leather and the numerous charred holes scattered across the chest.
âDefinitely.â Your eyes flicker down, and then back up, âSo, will you?â
He bundles the suit up - flinging into the back of the washer, the laundry basket still tucked under an arm.
âReally? Not even âhello, Wadeâ? âLooking good, Wadeâ?â His voice pitches up, imitating yours, âDoes our friendship really mean nothing to you?â
You wouldnât necessarily call Wade Wilson a friend.
In fact, heâs honestly the worst neighbor youâve ever had.Â
Loud, obnoxious. Persuasive - the first night you met you had been banging on his door at three in the morning, yelling at him to shut up as music and a caterwauling voice blared through the shared wall.
Ten minutes later you were playing the drums on his late night session of Rock Band, using a banana and a wooden spoon in place of sticks. Only for Althea to stomp out of her room and shut everything down, scaring both of you out of your skins. Â
But sometimes, you think - remembering the times he came through for you, a shoulder to cry on, helping him this slump heâs been digging himself out of - he might just be the best, as well.
And maybe that was friendship, after all.Â
You sigh, leaning against the row of washers. Eyes flicking over him, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âYou do look good, Wade,â Thereâs a tilt of your head, the smile widening, âGlad you lost the toupee, that really wasnât your color.â
âAh, ah. Repurposed,â He chides, cupping his crotch, âYou wouldnât believe how much Iâve missed-â
âEw, stop.â Your face scrunches, a hand covering your eyes as you shield your vision, âWill you please just answer my question?â
He throws a handful of shirts in the washer, âWhich was...?â
Your head shakes - a hand on his arm as you reach for a glint of gold in the pile of clothes. Cringing as a handgun appears, held gingerly between thumb and forefinger as you set it on the side table.
âGood call,â He nods, âDry clean only.â
You can't help a laugh then, even as your hands brace on your hips, âI want to meet your roommate.â
He frowns, âYouâve met Blind Al.â
âJesus, Wade. Not Al." A hand waves, " I mean Mister Tall, Dark, and Brooding.â
Youâve seen the stranger in the hallways a few times in the month since heâs moved in. Scruffy and scowling the first time, a silent shadow behind Wadeâs endless chatter.Â
But in the weeks following, that look had softened. Youâd stopped by twice with cookies to welcome him, but every time youâve just gotten Al.
Not that you dislike Al, thatâs not it at all. Sheâs sweet enough to you when itâs not 3 a.m. or if Wade doesnât have her annoyed half to death.
But you certainly werenât harboring a crush on her. Maybe even secretly hoping that maybe the new neighbor will get a little lost and end up at your door, instead of his new place. Â
âOoh,â The syllables draw out - detergent flung in, before heâs leaning against the washer too, facing you. âYeah, Logan. He's great, got a mean âHugh Jackmanâ vibe, just without the singing. Youâd like him.â
Something like hope flutters in your belly, but then heâs raising a finger - wiggling it at you, âJust one question though. Whatâs in it for me?â
That has you scowling, âWhat do you mean? You owe me. I covered for you when you had that barqueue in the stairwell.â
âGod, that was great sausage.â Wade groans, thinking back, âMmm, but I think Peter covered for me.â
âWho do you think got Peter?â
âWell, I donât remember seeing you.â He shrugs.
âI was right-,â You pinch the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger, a sharp exhale of breath, âFine. If you do this for me, Iâll do that thing you keep asking me to do.â
Wade gasps gleefully, âYou mean youâll make the triple decker-â
â-chocolate caramel cheesecake chimichangas. Yes.â You finish with him, arms crossing over your chest, âYouâre lucky you heal fast because that should put you right into a food coma.â
âRight. Lucky me,â He smirks. A second as he thinks, before he snaps his fingers, âIâm having a little get-together tonight! You should come. Was gonna invite you anyway.â
The pounding in your head ratchets up at the thought that all this couldâve been avoided.
âLogan sleeps on the couch, though,â He adds, sagely, âSo just letting you know that if the two of you decide to get your fuck on in my bed, according to the state of New York I am legally allowed to join you.â
âThanks for the warning,â You grimace - even if youâre certain that cannot possibly be true, âBut I do have my own apartment.â
âOh, right.â Thereâs the faintest edge of disappointment in his tone, paired with a sigh.
You give him a sideways look, then.
âI saw Vanessa leaving yesterday. Things getting better?â
He sobers at that, eyes moving towards the sliver of a window. The glimpse of the street outside.
âYeah.â Wade manages, âYeah, I think so.â
There had once been a flicker of something. In-between your annoyance and exasperation, there were tendrils of tenderness. Long snuffed out, when you had seen just how banged up his heart was. How itâs always belonged to another.Â
You had gotten over it. Gotten to a place where seeing him now, like this, makes you smile.
âIâm really glad to hear that.âÂ
He smiles, then.
âThanks. Me too.â
âHey, hold on.â Wade darts in front of his roommate, a leg kicked up high to block the doorway, âWhere are you going? You canât go out.â
Logan scowls, an arm already shoved into his leather jacket, âSure I can.â
The blow against his shoulder might move a lesser man, but Wadeâs fingers just grip the frame even tighter, âBut I promised-, I got a friend that wants to meet you. There is some really important shit at stake here. I canât let you go.â
An eyebrow cocks, âCanât? I think we both know how that would go if you tried to stop me.â
It would be easy to get into this right here and now, but his suit is still in the dryer and heâs not about to spend another hour cleaning up blood.
âWait, wait, wait,â He throws a hand up, âArenât you listening to me? A girl wants to meet you. Sheâs hot, she has a job, and she has an apartment. Youâre only one outta three there. Canât you see what a good opportunity this is? This is totally in your favor!â
Logan scoffs, his tongue tucking against his teeth. Hesitating for just a second, but it's enough that Wade knows heâs got him.
âIâve met your friends,â He eventually acknowledges, âTheyâre good folk and all, but there isnât anyone there Iâd like to âget to know betterâ, yeah?â
âYou havenât met this one. She lives next door.â
The pause stretches longer this time. Dark eyes dart out into the hallway, and Wade can practically hear those rusted gears turning.
âApartment 16 or 18?â Logan finally rasps, his arms crossing.Â
Oh, heâs definitely got him. Just call him Wade Wilson, New Yorkâs own personal Cupid. New life goal - get his friends laid.Â
He nocks a mental arrow - aiming, and then firing with his answer.Â
â18.âÂ
Another beat passes, and then a sigh.Â
âAlright.â The leather sleeve slips from his arm, drooping in his fist.
âFive minutes. Thatâs all Iâm staying.â
Wadeâs fist pumps.Â
Bullseye, motherfucker.Â
The apartment is packed and itâs been well past the allotted five minutes. Loganâs been nursing a beer for the last fifteen, eyes flicking over the people heâs grown to know well.
Offering a tight, half-smile when the big man claps him on the back, followed by Opposites Attract. Almost tempted to find that damn dog, just to have something to do.Â
Or maybe, just bail all-together.
Starting to think this was all an elaborate prank. Some fucked up aspect of this Earth, unknown to him until now.
Heâs too old for this shit. If he heads for the bedroom now, he might make it out the fire escape before anyone notices.
Logan is still entertaining this new thread of thought until he hears his name - called out over whatever fuck-face bullshit boy-band music Wadeâs been playing.Â
Ambiance, his ass.
The muscles of his crossed arms flex. Catching the way his roommate hauls a girl across the floor - the look of panic on her face as she tosses a container onto the nearest surface.
Wade hadnât been lying, after all. It was Apartment 18 - that was about as much as he knew about you.
Other than the color of your eyes. The smell of your perfume in the hall. Your hair, your schedule - waking in the mornings to hear your door opening at 5 a.m., five days a week.
A baker. A damn good one, from the bits of cookie heâs snuck when no one was home.Â
Had never thought to introduce himself, because heâs been through all this before. Knows better than to reach out in the first place - still nursing the old wound of heartache, one that still flares to life in his chest.
Better not to hope, or even think, at all.Â
You stumble when he lets go, and Loganâs hands only curl tighter. Afraid to touch, now that youâre so close.Â
A pretty young thing compared to him. This was a fucking stupid idea, his eyes darting away as Wade claps, his hands spreading wide.Â
âLogan,â Wadeâs tone is cordial, as if discussing the weather, âThis is our neighbor, Sugar. She bakes a mean penis cake and likes emotionally unavailable men.â
A dejected sigh as he regards you, âWhich is why itâs never worked out between us. I am just too available.â
Penis cake?
Logan shoots you a sideways look, an eyebrow cocked. Caught off guard by this unexpected intro, and it seems you are the same - gauging by the way your mouth drops open.Â
Your face swimming with regret, as you hiss, âOh my god. Wade. It was one time. Why do you have to put it like that?â
Wadeâs smile widens, his tone still innocent, âJust skipping over the âgetting-to-know-youâs, so you can know if youâre compatible.â
Already pivoting to face Logan with a little wink, his own scowl already deepening. Something like nerves flickering to life - as he wonders if this will all be over before it ever begins.
âAnd this is Logan. Heâs from another Earth, is two-hundred years old, and has a metal dong.â
Jesus Christ.Â
Loganâs teeth grit, before he snarls, âItâs not made of metal-â
Out of the corner of his eye, catches the curious dip of your gaze. Past the folded twist of his arms, the flannel, down to his thick belt buckle.
A knock rings out then, interrupting him from any further clarification.
âOoh! Door,â Wade thumbs over his shoulder, âGo on now, weâve got some good energy going here. Sugar and spice, I love it.â
A spin on his heel, and heâs leaving them alone. Silence a lingering companion for a long moment, before Logan turns.
âNice to meet you.â He seethes, jaw working as he shoots daggers at Wadeâs back. A hand extended - heâd manage that much at least.
Waiting for you to make an excuse and run, but all you do is fit your hand into his. Soft and strong and a near perfect fit.
Logan doesnât touch people much anymore unless itâs a hand around a throat, or claws buried deep into a chest. Had almost forgotten what it was like, even if this meeting is close to his own personal version of hell.
âNice to finally meet you, too.â Your smile is wry. Hands still clasped a moment longer, until heâs withdrawing.Â
Your hands shove into your back pockets. The tilt of a head as you regard him, and he lets his eyes meet yours.Â
Theyâre pretty, like the rest of you. Captivating even, if he could use such a word, and Wadeâs words ring out in his head.Â
She wants to meet you.
Heâs wondering if thatâs still true. Maybe youâre wondering the same, with the way you look at him.Â
âSo,â You begin, awkwardly - another unconscious flick of your eyes,âHow does-â
âUh-uh.â Loganâs head shakes. Heâs picked up a couple things living with Wade. Never used to be a bargaining man, but he has to admit it has its uses.Â
âIf you wanna know, you gotta go first.âÂ
He hates you.
He must, with the way heâs scowling. Thighs spread wide as he sits on the couch you had gestured to, fingers in a vice grip around the bottle. No doubt plotting a dozen ways to ditch you the second he can.
Who wouldnât, with a meeting like this? You could kill Wade, cheeks burning as you sink into the worn cushions next to him.
That is, until your knee knocks against his. The muscles in his thigh flexing - but Logan lets it rest, instead of pulling away.Â
âYou gonna-?â His voice is gruff, a low rasp that makes goosebumps raise across your skin.Â
âUh, sure.â Your fingers twist, âWhich part did you want to hear about?â
His eyebrows lift. Those dark eyes beneath, almost a hint of amusement in them.
âRight,â The little laugh that bubbles from you is self-conscious, âWell, I donât really like emotionally unavailable men, they just have a habit of finding me.â
His voice is low, âHow would Wade know that?â
âMm, how would he know about your-?â Your eyes flicker down for the third time, and he shifts.Â
âYou first.â
âAlright.â You huff, but youâre smiling now. Some of your discomfort easing.Â
Logan is even more handsome than you had thought. You like the way his eyes dart away, only to come back and linger.Â
Itâs starting to make you think that maybe itâs not dislike that has so much of him hidden away. Maybe itâs just been a long time since someone tried to peel any of him back.Â
Maybe heâs as nervous as you are.
âWell, heâs had to scare an ex or two away.â You shrug, âHe only knows because I told him. And the cake, oh-, that was him, too.â
You turn then, to face him. A shoulder brushing the arm he has thrown across the back of the couch, a flicker in his eyes as you get comfortable beside him.
âWell, Wade had gotten ripped in half a couple years ago,â You nose wrinkles, a wave of your hand, âAnd it all like, has to grow back, right? Itâs so creepy.â
Logan grimaces at your explanation, and you wonder if he understands. You think he must - you had thought he was like Wade, in some ways.Â
Different. Special.
âWell, he uh, finished growing everything in,â You make a sweeping gesture over your lower half, âAnd the next year to celebrate his dickiversary, he ordered a penis cake from my shop.â
âHis⌠dickiversary.â Logan repeats slowly.
The heat is back in your cheeks, but you nod, âYeah, because it like, it came back and all. And he paid in cash, I couldnât say no.â
Thereâs the smallest twitch of Loganâs lips, and it feels like a victory.
âRight. What flavor was it?â
Your smile widens with relief, âStrawberries and cream. It was so good. Iâll have to make it for you sometime.â
A second before you cringe, adding, âI mean, a normal one. NotâŚâ
He hums then, close to a laugh. Â
âSure. You do that.â
You smile, letting your shoulder bump his, âAnd with that⌠I think itâs your turn.â
The bit of humor in his expression flattens. A searching look thrown your way, before he inhales a breath.
Setting it free.Â
âIâm a mutant.â
Logan waits there, as if expecting something. You only nod, thinking of the ones you know. Colossus, Ellie, Yukio, Domino. Wade.Â
âWade said you were similar to him. I had assumed-â You encourage, waiting.
âRight,â He seems relieved, some of the tension ebbing, âMy powers are regenerative, like his. But unlike him, I have these-â
Thereâs the jerk of his wrist, and three sharp metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. Your gasp is caught in your throat as you cling to his flannel shirt - the surprise bleeding into worry.Â
They glint in the light, as his fingers flex.Â
âAdamantium instead of bones. All of me is like this.â
The claws sheath themselves inside him again. His wounds smoothing over seconds later, as he scrubs his knuckles across his jeans, wiping away blood.Â
Offering out his hand, after. Letting your grip unwind from his shirt, and press against his skin instead. Feeling the tendons in his hand, his wrist. The skeleton beneath utterly unyielding, a weight to his limb that is so unlike your own.
âMetalâŚâ You trail off, as pieces click into place, âI get it now. So does Wade really think thereâs like, an actual bone-?â
Logan huffs again, âGuess so.â
You laugh then. A thought sobering you after, as a fingertip drifts up to the dip between his fingers.Â
âBut doesnât that hurt?âÂ
It makes you wince to even think about it. Much less how casually they sprung from him, no different than breathing.Â
He shrugs, and itâs heartbreaking.
âDoesnât even phase me anymore.â
âAnd, the two hundred years,â Another facet you put together out loud, âYouâre still alive because you keep healing? Will it be that way forever?â
His hand flexes in your grip.
âNot forever. Apparently my powers will run out, at some point.â His eyes meet yours, âThe Logan in this world is dead. Wade pulled me from another.â
Your brow furrows - always trying to keep up with the snippets that Wade has told you across the years - stories about time-traveling and mutants and even how he came to be. But this seems too deep. Surely Logan must be joking.
âAnother world, huh?â You ask, head tilting - trying your best to roll with it, âWonât they miss you in yours?â
Only now does his face falter. That sharp mask cracking, as his hand pulls from yours. Resting again on the back edge of the couch - his answer low and rough.Â
âNo. I donât think so.â
Another jolt racks through your heart. You donât know him know him yet, but you already canât believe that could possibly be true. Your fingers fan out, hovering - before it folds into a fist.
âWell then, Iâm glad youâre here.â
He doesnât reply.Â
The room is darker now, dim with the setting of the sun. Street lights outside pouring in a golden beam that cuts across his face.Â
His eyes are hazel, you can see that now. A fading rim of green spilling into the brown, beneath the near-permanent furrow of his eyebrows.Â
Yours caught in the glow of the flamingo string lights that curl out from the kitchen, stapled to the walls.
He breaks the silence, the words coming slowly.Â
âLet me ask you one more thing.âÂ
âSure. You know some of my worst secrets already.â You smile, a shoulder lifting.
His hand twitches, where it rests near your shoulder. The tip of a finger ghosting against skin.
Just the slightest brush but it feels like it radiates out, lingering after.
âWhyâd you tell Wade you wanted to meet me?âÂ
His voice is still low, rough. But itâs lost that sharp edge. The combination has your stomach tied up in knots, suddenly more nervous that youâve been the whole night.
Surely he must know?Â
âWellâŚâ You hedge. Itâs your turn to look away, but then thereâs the brush of his fingers again.
âBecause I did want to meet you.â You admit, âYou, you seemed like someone I wanted to get to know. In whatever capacity youâd like.â
âIs that right, Sugar?â Logan husks, and the nickname sounds even sweeter on his tongue, stealing your breath.
All you can do is nod, as his eyes darken.Â
Voices rise behind you, ripping you out of this little bubble youâve found yourself in. Nearly forgetting just how many people are here, how many eyes have been glancing your way since youâve arrived.
âNot strip poker Wade, please.â The rough rumbling plea of Colossusâs voice rings out above the others, âYou never wear anything under the suit-â
You didnât even realize when he had changed, but he had - patches of bare skin on his ass showing through the holes. Your nose scrunches, before you turn back to realize that Loganâs eyes are still on you.
Dropping when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips - your words coming out in a soft hush.Â
âYou want to get out of here?â
You want him. You can only hope that he might just want you, too.
The corner of his lip twitches.
âThought youâd never ask.â
Itâs strange to have someone like Logan in your space. You can remember the last time youâve wanted someone here.
His fingers still entwined with yours, from where you had reached back for him. Leading him through the dim corners of the room.
Thinking you had made it, only for the rousing cheers to rise when you had cracked the door open to slip through.
His grip tightening when you made to tug your hand free, in an urge to press it against burning cheeks. Letting you fumble with one hand, to open the lock next door.
Itâs quieter here. A low echo of the music next door, as the darkness wraps around you again.
Here, his fingers move, but itâs only to skim up your wrist. To tug you between him and the front door, until your back presses against it.Â
His nose brushes yours as he steps into your space, your lips already parting. Holding himself there for a moment, inhaling the scent of you as his arm braces above your head.
Leaving you to be the one that closes the gap. The tilt of your head and the press of your lips against his.
A rough hum when your arms wrap around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. His hand gripping at your waist, pulling your hips against his.
Tugging and pushing. A messy path from the front door through the small living room - a mirror-image of the apartment next door.
Through to the bedroom, wandering hands and the brush of his tongue against yours as he deepens the needy kiss. Until his knees are hitting the edge of your bed, and heâs letting you nudge him back onto the mattress.
He brings you with him - your hips cradling his as you settle yourself astride him. Hands flatten against his chest as you rock down - drawing a rough, mumbled âfuckâ.
Grinding yourself down where heâs hard, the curve of his cock straining against his jeans. Letting your hands follow, as his own cup your ass. Squeezing, before slipping to press the heel of his hand against the seam at your clit.
You moan into his mouth, as your fingers curl around him. Eyes blown wide when you pull back, scooting your hips down.Â
Itâs here that he comes back to himself.Â
Going tense as you fit yourself between his thighs, fingers at this belt as the other still cups him.
âYou shouldnât want this.â He rasps, those eyes glinting in the dark, âA man like me. You know that, right?â
Propping himself up on an elbow, so he can see your expression. So you can see the way his jaw grits, nostrils flaring.Â
Itâs a warning, wrapped up in silk. A last ditch effort to scare you away - knowing that once he has you, he wonât want to stop.
Your fingers slow - his zipper half-undone, baring skin and a dark shadow of hair beneath.Â
The other pulling away, âYou want me to stop?âÂ
He catches your wrist, jerking your hand back. His hips bucking into your palm, grinding himself into your touch.Â
âThe last thing I want to fucking do is stop.â Itâs almost a growl, âBut on my Earth, I-â
You sigh then, impatient, âLogan, this Earth isnât all that great either. I lost five years of my life to the blip.â
He frowns, not understanding - but your head shakes as you continue, âIâm tired of being too scared to take chances. Iâve been trying to live each day to the fullest, and Iâd like to end this one with you.â
And out of everyone - Logan knows a little something about second chances.
âYeah,â He manages - the grip of his fist leaves you, âYeah, okay.â
"Thank you,â You answer primly, just as you finish yanking the zipper down.Â
His hand beats you in the race to ease himself out, fingers curling around the base. You canât help it - you inhale a breath at the sight of him.
Heavy, with the way the flushed tip bobs in his grip. Thick enough that youâre already wondering if youâre going to be able to take him.Â
The huff he makes turns into a groan as you start small - engulfing the leaking head with your lips. The first inch turns into another as his hips lift, feeding his cock into your waiting mouth.Â
Only when heâs halfway inside you, bumping against your throat, does his hand drop. Letting you replace it with your own - squeezing, as drool slicks up his shaft. Your head bobbing in time with the twist of your fist.
That brief hesitance is quickly forgotten. Fingers brush at your cheek, curling around the base of your head as he guides you.
Leaving you eager for more. Another hissed groan when your mouth leaves him, your hand loosening as you strip your clothes away.
âOh fuck yes,â He coaxes, when he realizes what youâre doing, âLet me see you, baby.âÂ
Your shirt and pants left to pool on the floor. A second of boldness as you unclasp your bra next, leaving you in your panties as you focus on his cock again.Â
A bitten-back moan when your tongue slips across his swollen shaft - an low throb between your thighs as you rub them together, clenching around nothing. Resisting the urge to slip your hand beneath the hem to ease the ache.Â
Instead, your keep your hands on him. Goosebumps raising as your nails scratch against the deep v of muscle at his hips. The others working him into your mouth, as he slowly comes more undone.Â
His hips flex with each bob of your head, lips parted as he pants. The words a rough mumble, becoming almost desperate.Â
âThatâs it sweetheart.â
Another moan when you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, âOh fuck, gonna fill that pretty mouth.â
His hand cups your jaw, holding you steady as he bucks into your mouth. Those dark eyes fixed on you in wonder, all that pretty skin bared for him to touch, to taste. Heâs mesmerizing like this - the weight of gaze. Jaw slack with pleasure, eyes aflame.
You did this to him.Â
It sends something warm flooding through you, as his eyelashes flutter. The tipping back of his head, muscles ticking in his cheek as his teeth ground down.Â
A sound still slips between them, as he floods your mouth with the next flex of his hips. Pulsing between your lips as you swallow him down, a choked sound ripping from his chest when you cup his sack to gently squeeze out every last drop.Â
Logan melts into the mattress after, an arm thrown over his eyes as he catches his breath. His gaze focusing on you when he feels you squirm - dark, and hungry.
A lithe stretch of muscles as he moves - legs easing from beneath you.Â
âHands and knees,â He commands, head tipping towards the bed next to him, as he rolls off. Kicking off his jeans as you listen, watching over a shoulder as the flannel and white tank underneath joins your clothes on the floor.
Your eyes widen at how toned he is - muscles rippling, the bed dipping as he fits himself behind you.
His broad hand at the small of your back, pushing your torso down against the mattress. A pleased hum then, fingers trailing just along the elastic edge of your underwear.
âCould smell how much she needed this.â The tips of two press against the damp fabric between your thighs, making you gasp, âEven next door. You want it that bad?â
It should be embarrassing that he could tell how much you desired him, but at the moment all you can think about is him touching you more.
âYes,â You agree, âPlease, Logan.â
âSo fuckinâ polite,â The fingers withdraw; but only so his nose can replace them. A ragged inhale, just before his tongue drags against your clothed slit.
A groan against your skin as you cry out, before a finger hooks around the fabric, baring you for him to taste.
The heat of his tongue flattens against you - lapping at where you drip with need, a rough rumble in his chest.Â
âSweet, too.â Another flick of his tongue, âYour name. âs fitting.â
You canât manage words. Only his name, muffled against the sheets as your fists twist in them. Back arched as you resist the urge to grind yourself against his tongue, as it flicks against your clit.
Itâs messy, how he eats you. You donât think youâve even had someone take you like this. Hungry, desperate even, as he devours you. The rumble of a groan against your cunt as his tongue delves inside you, stretching you open. Letting your slick smear into his beard, with how close he presses his mouth.
That need inside you thrumming. Winding tighter as he yanks your panties down your thighs. His palm flattening against your ass, holding you open as he licks you from clit to hole, then higher. Humming as you squeak, when his tongue flattens against your tight rim.Â
A thick finger nudging against you then, as his tongue dips back to your clit. Thereâs no resistance as it slips deeper, into slick walls that clamp down around him. Itâs what you needed - that little bit more.
Unable to help rocking into the crook of his finger now. Whining when a second joins it, spearing deep and curling. Dragging against your walls, loud and wet and filthy with each plunge.Â
Your whimpers only grow louder. Needier, as his lips wrap around your clit. Fingers pounding deep, stretching you out. Leaving you babbling, your words slipping together.Â
âDonât fucking stop.â Tears prick at your eyes, each breath a rattling gasp, âOh my god youâre gonna make me come-â
He has you gushing, with the next flick of his tongue. A pleased groan as he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, hearing the wail that is muffled into your pillows. That sharp pace slowing, his thumb replacing his tongue to draw your orgasm out until your legs are shaking.Â
His fingers sticky when they pull from you, only to slip between his lips - tongue curling around his knuckles, sucking them clean.
It leaves you floating above yourself. You canât remember ever coming this hard, even by yourself. Only the tintest thread of disappointment as you drift, and itâs only that you wonât get the pleasure of his cock filling you tonight.
You wouldâve liked to see what he can do with the rest of him.Â
Perhaps you can convince him to stay until morning.
But he moves behind you, instead. His knee pressing against yours, spreading your legs further. The rhythmic shuffle of skin against skin, as his hand slips from between his lips to fist around his cock.Â
âTell me I can fuck you.â Itâs not a plea, not with the harsh rasp of his voice. But itâs as close as youâve heard, as he swipes the tip against your leaking pussy.
Smearing your slick on him, teasing at your waiting hole.
You donât know how heâs hard again, but at the moment you really donât care. Not sure if youâve ever felt a need like this, your back arching further as you present yourself to him.Â
A twist of your neck, so your eyes can meet his.Â
âFuck me, Logan.âÂ
He groans, broad hands squeezing at your ass. Slipping up to sink his fingers into the flesh at your hips. Holding you steady as he lines himself up.Â
Your breath held, when you feel his cock start to breach you - muscles stringing tight.
âRelax, sweetheart,â He grits out, though not unkindly, âYou can take it.â
Trying to hold himself back from filling you with a single thrust, with the way youâre already gripping him.
Easing himself into your heat. Two inches forward and then one back, and with each one you think youâll feel the press of his thighs against yours. A low whine as your cunt makes room for him, that sharp stretch as it feels like heâs reaching into your belly.
Feeling full when he finally is flush, the weight of his sack kissing against your clit. His shoulders following the curve of your back, as a hand slips up to plant next to your head.
âFeels fucking incredible,â Itâs mumbled against your skin, almost as if it hadnât meant to say it.Â
âMm,â You grin, your face tipping up to his, âShouldâve met you weeks ago.â
He smirks, a low sound in his throat as his mouth presses to yours. Starting a slow rhythm that drags his cock against your walls. Slipping until heâs halfway out, only to sheath himself again. Pushing the air from your lungs as he flattens himself, knees digging into the bed as your thigh spread wider - forcing him deeper.
Itâs almost too much.Â
You hand shoots out, reaching. Wrapping around his wrist, nails biting against his skin.Â
It feels like heâs surrounding you. Each thrust a heavy weight that presses you into the bed. Splitting you open, until all you can do is squirm beneath him.
That pressure in your belly building again, as his hips pound. His breath, hot and panting in your ear as he chases his own end.
âFuck, Logan.â You sob, âHarder-â
His tendons flex under your grip. Knuckles pressing flat against the sheets as he makes a rough sound in his throat.Â
Those claws unsheathing with his next thrust. Punching down into your mattress. Anchoring as he loses himself to the feel of you beneath him.
How tight and wet and warm you are, your arousal still sweet on his tongue. Fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your throat, as everything tightens up inside him.
âSweetheart.â Itâs a warning, rasped out.Â
âCome in me,â You whine, âWanna feel you.â
He does growl then, at the thought of filling you to the brim, until he's leaking out of your pretty little pussy. Hips snapping faster, pinning you to the bed as he ruts into you. Each squeak of the bed paired with the sharp rip of fabric as his claws dig in.Â
Feeling how your body strings tight beneath him, how you clench down in anticipation. Wanting to feel you once more, before he gives in to his own desires.
âCome on, baby,â Itâs hushed, murmured against your skin, âFuckinâ give it to me-â
The sharp point of a canine scraping against your skin, his groan rough and throaty in your ear.Â
Your fingers work down to wedge themselves between your thighs. The tips brushing where youâre speared open, before circling your clit like his tongue had.
He has you mindless. Fucked out - that soft glow from your earlier orgasm shining bright as he tips you towards a second.
Burning at that tightly wound thread inside you, until the ends fray, and then snap.Â
It has you coming with his next thrust. A wail ripped from you as he buries himself deep, feeling the way your pussy clenches down around him.Â
Fingers still swirling, drawing out the deep pulses that fan out from your core as your toes curl, vision going hazy.
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â He rasps, those sharp thrust slowing to a sloppy grind, âMake a fucking mess for me, there you go-â
Panting, as he groans. Another roll of his hips before heâs coming with you - teeth bruising skin as they sink into your shoulder. The sound he makes is broken as he spills into you, muscles clenching with each pulse that paints your walls. Â
Marking you thoroughly with teeth and come, the saw of his hips slowing until you both finally go still. A breath finally caught.Â
Blissed out, when he rolls you both to the side. His thighs still mapping yours, cock still notched deep. A thick arm thrown across your waist, his breath ragged in your ear as he catches his breath.
Your fingers drift, as you bask in your afterglow. Dipping into the rips in your mattress, knuckle deep.
Thereâs a grunt as you wiggle, the words low in your ear, âIâll get you another, sweetheart. Just lost control for a moment.â
The thought doesnât bother you as much as youâd think. In fact, you wouldnât mind if happened again.
Only as your imagination runs wild, do you hear the muffled moan from the brick wall behind you.
âFuck, thatâs good.â
Dramatic and drawn out, paired with faint rhythmic noise.Â
A beat - before you hear mumbled protesting. The voice of someone talking with their mouth full, âNo. Back the fuck off Peter, Iâm not going to share.âÂ
Eating. The fucker was eating his end of the bargain, ear pressed to the wall.
The next louder, âAlright, pay up everyone, Operation âGet Sugar Some Sugarâ was a success!â
You grimace, eyes rolling. Logan grunts behind you, the words mumbled out sleepily.
âWish I could sew that goddamn mouth shut.â
Thereâs a faint âthey already tried that!â before Loganâs fist bangs on the wall, shutting him up.
But you canât help the smile. Your fingers fitting between the ones that rest just below your breasts, squeezing.
âHeâs not so bad,â You admit, âWade, I mean.â
Logan groans, âDonât say his name while Iâm fucking you.â
âYouâre-â You start - but then you can feel him.
Still hard - as his hips cant slowly against yours. Your joined hands slip up to cup a breast - as his lips press against your neck, stubble scraping you skin.
âAgain?â You breathe, disbelieving that heâd be up for a third time - your hips rocking back to meet his. The sound lewd with how he drips from you - but it only has him grinding himself deeper, âYou sure youâre two hundred?â
âRegenerative powers, sweetheart.â Logan husks, the flash of teeth with a knowing smirk.
âCanât say it doesnât come with perks.â
I used to have the biggest fucking crush on wolverine, haha - so fun to watch a new movie with him!! đđ thank you so much for reading! And please me know if you'd like to read any more for him! (like more one-shots,etc!)
#phew this got away from me - i can't remember the last time I wrote this much in 2 days#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#logan howlett x you#wolverine smut#logan howlett#james logan howlett x reader#xmen x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett x f!reader
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