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JIKOOK & NOV 8th 2015
In South Korea couples have a unique and delightful way of celebrating anniversaries marking special milestones. They commemorate these milestones by exchanging personalized gifts, going on romantic dates, by wearing matching clothes or by sharing photos documenting their relationship. This is done in recognition of their continuous love and appreciation.
Now let's dive into see how Jikook celebrates a special a date in their relationship.
On Nov 8th 2015 Jikook posts their first video together on twitter
Exactly 100 days after Nov 8th 2015 Jungkook made a tweet about the importance of lyrics in a song and uploaded his cover of Nothing Like Us by Justin Bieber
One year later on Nov 8th 2016 Jimin posts a video of Jungkook and him sitting together on a plane
On Nov 8th 2017 Jungkook releases his first ever GCF. It was video documenting Jimin and Jungkook's private trip to Japan in 2017. A trip Jungkook planned and arranged as a birthday gift to Jimin
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On Jan 26th 2018, which is 811 days from Nov 8th 2015 Jimin posted this pic. Do you see the black & white reference at the foot of the champagne glass? Interesting right??!!
On August 2018 BTS were in Malta filming BV Season 3.
1000 days after Nov 8th 2015 Jungkook posted a selca while in Malta at 10:13 local time which is Jimin time
And on the 1500the day from Nov 8th 2015 Jimin posts a selca at 1:50
Now before we move on let's take a moment to remember that Jimin won the Search King Challenge question where BTS had to find the 2000th day from the first episode of Run BTS. He used the NAVER Anniversary Calculator. Jungkook was not far behind. He was about to answer but lost by a few seconds to Jimin. Hoseok had no idea about the calendar while Namjoon went for Google. So, this shows Jimin often uses the calculator for finding important dates and anniversaries
Okay, now back to our main topic.
BTS PTD Seoul Concert in March 2022. And during the concert...
He said "This is Jimin from grade 2 class 3 number 15". Cause March 10th 2022 was exactly 2315 days from Nov 8th 2015.
Remember the rectangular Maison Margeila pendant which Jimin wears? He wears the one where the number 11 is encircled.
Let's take out 11 and add all the other numbers on this pendant.
10+12+13+14+15+16
And we get 80
So, what do we have
11/8
On Feb 21 2022 Jungkook posted a video on his IG highlighting 23:08 which is basically 11:08 however the story was originally posted at 1 am
On October 26th 2022 (which is 13 days after Jimin's birthday and 13 days to Nov 8th) while in Qatar Jungkook posted a pic on his IG at 11:08 pm KST
There are a myriad of references to 11/8 from song covers, song recommendations ending at the 1:18 mark to pics posted by both Jimin and Jungkook.
Both Jungkook and Jimin has shown how they are serious about these numbers relating to their relationship or those about each other. Reminds me of how Jimin started a live on Sept 1st 2023 wearing a 1997 model watch adjusted to Jungkook's birth time
Nov 8th 2024 marks their 9 years of togetherness.
So, let me conclude this post by wishing the couple a
"Happy Anniversary"
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Oh boy. This is the last text post I write tonight. I swear. I just...I have a theory.
First off, Oliver Stark...what the hell is wrong with you? Those interviews...and the IG story he already deleted. eek.
And okay so people saying he wasn't happy with bucktommy and even with working with LFJ...maybe you were all right about that. But I think this is actually deeper.
I think something changed as late as this week.
We know that 8x06 was shot before 8x05 and every interview coming out after 8x04 about both 8x05 and 8x06 (yes the ones from Oliver) had some pro-bucktommy stuff in them. He was vague and he talked about how much he enjoyed those episodes. He said "if Buck and Tommy were ever on a break" and he talked about not knowing if Tommy was his forever partner or something...everything was there's hurdles and things for them to deal with and it just didn't imply break up or that things wouldn't be worked out...
So here's my theory now that I've had time to think about it.
I fully think the break up in 8x06 was written as temporary. I think we weren't going to see Tommy in 8x07 or 8x08 and we were going to be left wondering about Buck's decision on if he wanted Tommy back over the winter hiatus. And Oliver sort of says that too...that Buck will struggle with blocking his number or reaching out type of thing...so maybe we'll see that.
I think the decision was made...and maybe it came from the network...maybe it was the writers and Tim who knows but I think sometime between last episode and this one they decided to shift paths and not go forward with the bucktommy storyline...the romcom. This could even be as a result of the election. It's possible.
LFJ in his interviews comes off like he didn't expect it to end here. But if those interviews were already set before the decision came down then he had to do them and firmly close the door and explain his exit. It's what he was probably told to do. Doesn't change how odd it is for a non-main actor to do an exit interview. Has anyone else ever done one for a side-character?
As for Oliver...I find it very interesting how he went down the line of Buck is free to sleep around. Like it's such an interesting talking point. In no way am I condoning what he said or defending it, but it is a big switch from how he's talked about Buck being bi before...it feels a little like since bucktommy isn't happening Oliver is jumping at the only non-buddie thing for Buck to do. And as a straight white guy why wouldn't he say something like that without a second thought.
So yeah...I think they pulled the plug on bucktommy for one reason or another and that's why the interviews are like that. But narratively...they'll do some hand waving and make Buck decide he actually didn't love Tommy instead of following the threads they've left there.
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Who Says Money Can't Buy Happiness? (Part 6)
Sylus x right hand man!reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | ao3
Summary: You can't have just one peaceful day, huh? Something had to go wrong after a good morning.
After a week or so of doing what Dr. Zayne had prescribed of you, you woke up more refreshed now, which is a good thing. Before you had left his office, youâd taken a hold of his number so that he could monitor your pulse. You confessed to him that it wasnât necessarily your heart, but the pulse points at your wrists, which is probably the reason why he chose to keep in touch in the first place. Well, either that, or that he knew that you were close with MC, so if she ever contacted you first, you could tell him how she was doing.
So, he added that before sleeping, it would be a good idea to calm yourself down with a good book, and drink some camomile tea to soothe your nerves. It had you sleeping like a baby, and when you woke up, you felt better than you did yesterday.
You picked up your phone in order to update the doctor.
you
thanks for the recommendation of the tea, dr
feel much better now lol
It didnât take long for him to reply back.
MCâs boyfriend probs
Anytime.
Just keep on calming yourself down before sleeping.
you
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May your relationship with MC flourish :333
MCâs boyfriend probs
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You glanced outside, the red moon of the forever night brighter than usual. Today felt like a good day to take a walk along the N109 Zoneâs border. It was a good in-between of the unusual home you had at the gleaming mornings of your day job. Plus, whatâs a little exercise before going to workâ
Wait. It was your day-off today.Â
You let out joyous laughter, laying back down as you stared at the small chandelier just above your bed. Could this day get any better?
â--
You raised your arms high into the air, a sigh of satisfaction coming out from your lips. It had been a while since you decided to take a walk along the border, and honestly, itâs been a while too long.
You started off your pace slow, small steps as breathed in the fresh air blowing from Linkon City. You couldnât help yourself when a little giggle left you, feeling your heart float. You werenât quite sure where this sudden burst of giddiness came from, but you welcomed it all the same; when working for the most infamous leader, moments like this are hard to come by.
With this rare instance of peace and tranquility, you could tell that your heart began to beat slower than normal, understanding that you were relaxed for the first time in a couple months or so. The feeling of actually having the chance to rest was too liberating to give up, so you forced yourself not to think about Sylus, or MC, or Aries, or anything that could possibly give you stress or anxiety.
The soft wind ran through your hair, making it sway towards the N109 Zoneâs side of the border. You couldnât care less, though; not with the morning light kissing your cheeks.
Of course, however, given your misfortune, you felt a wave of metaflux surge around you, making you groan. You hadnât even brought your best day-to-day weapon today! All you had strapped to you (since it was strapped to you at all times) was the simple gun that the Association provided you, a little more than half the ammo right beside it, and a small dagger knife Sylus had gifted you a long time ago.
You let out a groan of annoyance the moment your wrist beeped a warning. You didnât know how you managed to convince your boss, but you barely wore your Hunterâs Watch; your âintuitionâ (analyzation of surroundings and calculating possible routes of danger) being accurate enough for Jenna to trust you to not wear it.Â
A tick of your jaw clicked in your ear, mimicking the sound of your gun cocking. Your eyes sharpened, darting around everywhere to scan the area for Wanderers. They were near, and attracted to the scent of a human after possible days of not being fed. Or perhaps they were hungry for something else.
The bushes behind you ruffled, causing you to whip your head and aim barely beside the shrub before shooting, just in time as the Wandererâs failed retreat. It hissed in pain at the bullets, but locked its glare at you, making you purse your lips. It was a Herte Knave, and this specific kind of Knave usually came in groupsâŠ
You shot another bullet at its other leg, causing its knees to buckle. Quickly, you shot at its companionâs feet, which was stepping on scrapped metal. It ricocheted into its body, right into its heart. With a cry, it fell, and your attention focused on assessing how many Wanderers were around you.
âŠÂ 1 at your 12:00âthe one you just weakened, 1 at your 10:00âthe one you had shot twice, 2 at your 4:00, and 3 at your 8:00, one of them being an Advanced Knave.
You could handle this.Â
You were quick to run towards the Wanderer at your 12:00, persuading the other Wanderers to follow suit. Since most of themâaside from the Advanced oneâwere melee, they took your bait, rushing towards you at full speed. You stepped on the Herte Knave below you, making it scream and squelch as the last of its life drained out of it. And just as the other Knaves were about to attack,
You swiftly move backwards, causing all 5 of them to collide with one another. In their dazed stateâas quick as that wasâyou aimed at the Advanced Knave, easily dodging its ranged attacks.Â
You targeted the Advanced Knave immediately, knowing that if you were close enough, most of its attacks would be rendered useless. With one hand, you carried the Hunterâs gun, and in the other, you unsheathed Sylusâ dagger, its beautiful Damascus Steel blade glinting before you sank it into the chest of the Wanderer, making it screech. You could hear the other Wanderers charging at you already, and you rolled your eyes at the nuisance.Â
Your foot kicked the Wanderer down, effectively slipping the dagger out of its flesh cleanly. It stayed there as the monster struggled to get out of your weight on that foot, and you made sure to shoot it in its head before shooting the other Wanderers in their hearts. Some of them fell immediately, but the remaining two were resilient; it may be better to kill them with the dagger.
And so you did.
With a stomp to ensure that the Wanderer you had just killed with a headshot remained dead, you used that as leverage to speed up your sprint towards the two Knaves, dagger easily stabbing through their throats. As they fell down to their demise, your melee weapon was difficult to wrench out of one of their necks, leaving it there.
And with the final gush of their blood, the Wanderers were finally killed and dead for good, and you heaved in a sigh. Great, now you have to wash your dagger again. You kneeled down at the Herte Knave with the dagger in its neck, placing your gun back in its holster. Its tip felt hot against your thigh despite the thick elastic fabric distinguishing it from your bare skin.Â
Then, out of nowhere, you felt a sharp pain slicing through your other thigh, making you let out a guttural scream. You turned towards the other Wanderer, whose sword was about to cleanly cut your leg in half vertically. It was quick when you stabbed it one more time in its heart, and it dropped slack, no more resistance in its bones.Â
Fuck, you could barely even stand with how much pain you were in. you had no choice but to remove your shirt, using your already bloodied dagger to stab a hole into it, making you able to rip it into long strips. With careful and shaky hands, you wrapped it around your thigh, and you cursed when the wound was too big for your shirt to fully cover it. But this will have to do for now. Even if you could already see the blood seeping out of the makeshift bandage.
You didnât even realize your eyes were tearing up until you tried to stand up. With a loud curse, your knees buckled, causing you to kneel once more. The impact of your knees hitting the hard ground traveled to your thigh, making you suck in a breath at the pain. You had to use something as a temporary cane⊠Ah, yes, the sword that sliced you in the first place would do.
You stood up with great effort, wincing and groaning throughout it. You placed the blunt end of the sword under your armpit as support, the tip of it digging into the dry dirt of the borders securely.Â
How far was home from here again?
â--
You quietly (as quietly as a person with a severe wound could) entered through the staff door that was tucked away somewhere in the back of Sylusâ base. A lot of the people there looked at you, clearly and rightfully alarmed, but you raised a shaky hand, pinching your pointer and thumb and running it across your lips, telling them to not speak a word.Â
They preferred you more than Sylus, anyway.
And with that, you were able to go to one of the vacant labs deep underground in Sylusâ base, immediately grabbing all of the tools needed to properly dress your wound. The staff knowing about your condition was inevitable, given they would notice the soiled shirt in the trash anyway. However, you did not want any of Sylusâ doctors to know; they reported everything to him. At least with the staff, you could plead to them to stay silent, but his doctors were relentless.
You sat down on one of the high tables, placing the leg with a wound on its thigh on a stool. The materials were right beside you, but you were just staring at the dripping blood pooling beneath your leg. You had to force yourself to not let any of your tears drip as your wound stung terribly, the flesh around it pulsating as your body desperately tried to fend off any potential infections from dressing the wound in unsanitary âbandagesâ. With shaky and slightly numb hands, you put on latex gloves. This shouldnât hurt so much; youâve been through worse. But you were usually under some kind of numbing agent, or under actual good hospital care provided by the Association. Nobody cared if you screamed until your lungs gave out.
But you couldnât do that now.
Keep yourself quiet, keep yourself quiet, you chided, hissing when you began cleaning the wound, first with unscented, mild soap and water, and then Isopropyl alcohol. It solicited a small whimper from you, and you had to grab a towel from somewhere to bite down on it, muffling any slight noises you made.Â
You took a deep breath, staring at the thread and needle in your hands. Could you really do this without anesthesia?
The first stitch that had penetrated you almost made you scream, your hand tensing against the needle driver. You bit down on the towel so hard you couldnât feel any saliva in your mouth anymore. Push through.
You were glad that you were taught how to suture wounds by Sylusâ doctors long ago. It wasnât mandatory at all, since you knew that Sylus would most probably just carry you to the nearest doctor that was available. But you insisted on learning, if ever something like this happens. If ever you planned on âescapingâ and suddenly found yourself injured.
The thought of you even considering escaping distracted you a little, as it made you giggle a bit. 5 years ago and you were still thinking of leaving such a luxurious place like this.Â
You had 3 stitches tied and secured already. But with how big the slash was, you had assumed you needed⊠8 more?
The more you worked against yourself, the more you could feel your stomach churn and your forehead dampen. The area burned white with how much it stung, especially after the endless amount of times you punctured yourself with the sharpest needle on Earth.
Well, it wasnât. But it might as well be without anesthesia.
Finally, after a slow 10 minutes and painful trudges through the necessary procedure, it was stitched. Finally, it was stitched.Â
The room was deathly silent, only making the ringing of your ears even more piercing. Your hand slipped slightly with how it was slowly losing its grip, but you managed to place a long strip of gauze over the now neat, clean wound, though slightly jagged from the Wandererâs sword. Your mouth was dry, your tongue flat against the cloth in your mouth, and you bit down even harder.
Your blood soaked through the first piece of gauze too easily. Too quickly. With a muted curse, you placed another strip, but this time with more conviction; you were slowly regaining your grip.
And so, you grabbed the bandage, finally easily able to wrap it around your thigh. The process was slow, painstaking, and you wouldnât have been able to deny the times you would force yourself to peel your eyes away from your wound to let your liquid pain drip down onto the cold lab table.Â
Two more wrap-arounds and you were finished. Two more wrap-arounds and you were finished. Two moreâŠ
You swallowed thickly as you removed the towel in your mouth, sweat beading your forehead. The corners of your vision began to glitch, your physical exhaustion consuming you. But you had to push through; you were already done dressing your wound up. Quietly. Discreetly. Alone.Â
It took you a while to clean everything up, to remove the smell of blood from the room. You had grabbed a broom to place under your armpit once more and walked towards your room, which took another 20 minutes. Luckily, throughout the way there, a couple of servants had helped you, though secretly. It was like they didnât want you to know.
But there wasnât really anything that could get past your eyes.
â--
The moment you opened the door to your room, you noticed a small plate of your favorite food on your nightstand, still clearly fresh. A smile placed itself on your face; of course the chef knew, too.
You sat down on your bed, the mattress dipping. You didnât hesitate to take a bite of your food, sighing in pleasure when you tasted the familiar sense of warmth spreading around your body. You laid down to rest your back on the headrest, a hand going down to your bed. There was a file on it, something you didnât notice through the daze of blood loss you just went through.Â
You skimmed through it, right wrist beeping softly at the new information. So thatâs what Sylus wanted to doâŠ
Something uneasy and unsettling bubbled in your stomach. Not out of jealousy, though, no, totally not. But rather out of concern for MCâs health. How is Sylus so sure she can handle a mission like this?
You needed to reason out with him, surely.
âŠ
Could you walk like this?
â--
The gunshot was what made you narrow your eyes, your hand hesitant on the door handle. Was there a special client he had to have taken care of in his bedroom ? You knew you shouldnât doubt your boss as just his subordinate, but when have you ever actually taken that role as serious as that?
So, you opened the door, ready to dispose of a dead body despite your leg, when all of a sudden,
âOh.â Your heart sank even if you had forced your body not to. Sylus was on top of MC in just his robe, pinning her wrists down. A pink cloud that had the words âLOVEâ written in it was right above them, making your mouth dry.
Sylus cocked his head ever so slightly when he heard your voice, and he raised a brow. âDarling, you should know when to knock.â There was that stupid teasing tone when he spoke, as if taunting you to go batshit crazy.
MC, who came to the conclusion that you two were probably an item of some sort (well, what should she have assumed when he called you darling?), looked rather distressed, immediately pushing Sylus off (or at least attempting to). âWait! Wait, Nyx, this isnât what it looks like! I-I needed to get a brooch so I could go to the next auctioââ
âIâm sorry for bothering you both,â your voice hung low with forced professionalism as you bowed your head softly, closing the door
Sylusâ grip weakened at your words, disappointed that you had submitted so easily to what was going on. MC wasnât having it, though, so the moment she felt his grip against your wrists falter, she slipped away with agility, running towards the door whilst shouting your ânameâ. But it was too late; when she opened the door, you were already gone.
So after she closed the door again, she stood there, anger boiling under her skin. And before Sylus could even sneak in a snarky remark, she marched towards him, making him tilt his head.Â
And to say that Sylus was caught off guard was an understatement.
MCâs slap barely made him turn his head, but it still stung nonetheless. He could tell she was fuming, especially since heâd never seen her this mad so far.
âYou did not tell me Nyx was your lover .â She said in a low voice, as if restraining herself from doing anything bad. âWhy do you treat her like sheâs just one of your lowly workers?â Sylus opened his mouth to speak, but MC cut him off with a finger. âAnd why did you do something so suggestive when you had a girlfriend this entire time?â
âYou were the one trying to look for the brooch in my bedroom.â He calmly stated, crossing his arms. âAnd she is not my lover.â
MC scoffed, rolling her eyes. âI only wanted to steal that damn brooch because I need it to go around the N109 Zone. Didnât you tell me that yourself? Plus, you were the one insisting that I find it instead of just giving it to me. And I donât believe sheâs your lover. Your grip weakened when she came in. Surely that means something , right?â
Her grasp of the brooch tightened. âThe auction isnât that far from now, and as of the moment, I will go with you. That never changed. But,â she glanced at the door, pursing her lips. âKnow your boundaries, Sylus.â
She left the room, pinning the brooch onto her shirt by herself before slamming the door, leaving Sylus in his bedroom, for once speechless.
â--
The tears that came from your eyes were not from the wound you had gotten an hour or three ago. Rather, it came from a more internal wound.
You clicked your tongue as tears dripped onto the dark hallway, MCâs voice quieting the more you walked away. The adrenaline of it all began to wear off, making you lose your balance slightly. You hugged the wall to your left with a thud, but it only hit your thigh, making you seethe in pain. Angry tears blurred your vision, but even with that, you were able to make out the two familiar figures, as well as their voices.
â(Name)!â Luke exclaimed, hooking your arm around his shoulders. âHey, hey, hey, whatâs going on? Are you okay?â He pried you off of the wall, and you nodded your head, taking a deep breath. âIâm fine,â you replied, but the quiver in your voice gave you away.
Kieran glanced at the way you kept your left leg on your toes instead of flat against the floor. He was quick to do the same that Luke did with your other arm, essentially making the pressure against your leg alleviate just a bit. âBut you donât look fine. Is there something wrong with your legââ
âI said Iâm fine.â You snapped, taking a sharp inhale before speaking again to keep your composure. âI⊠I had a little fight with Wanderers a couple hours ago, and my leg isâŠâ
âBleeding?â Kieran asked you, making you narrow your eyes and tilt your head. âWell, technically. But what do you mean?â
âWell,â Luke stared at your left thigh. âItâsâItâs bleeding. Like seeping through your clothes.â
âWhat? â You quickly glanced at your leg and realized that you probably pulled a couple of stitches, making you hiss at the realization. Fuck, that means youâd have to redo everything all over again.Â
You bit your lip when the twins sat you down on your bed (you werenât sure how you didnât notice the walk there) before looking at them. âYou two know how to suture, right?â
They nodded hesitantly, exchanging glances with each other.Â
âGet the supplies, especially the anesthesia, or a number agent, no matter how mild it is. Please. â
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#lads sylus#lnds#lnds sylus#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#reader is not the mc#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus
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TL;DR: it's not my ship, but they were done dirty
I always always always come back to that weird little reveal that when they were first floating the idea to bring Tommy back, they said it was to do a storyline with Eddie and it got switched to Buck because it was too weird or tricky to have them both break up with their LIs offscreen but only one actress could come back.
Because a stepping stone relationship makes perfect sense for Eddie. Something short and intense with angst and softness for him to get to this moment of letting himself feel joy and to taste how truly good it can be. He didn't need an endgame relationship right now. He did need to have his "first."
Buck didn't need that. Buck is absolutely ready for his forever and he has been for a while and giving him the "inviting Natalia to move in and then catching his own bad habit for once and backing out" would have been great.
But that didn't happen. Instead Eddie had to sit like a hot dog on one of those rolling warmers for a season while Buck started the queer dominos falling (and I admit this is a little bit from a Buddie endgame perspective because it doesn't feel to me like the show was deciding to explore the a character's sexuality just for exploratory purposes and I'm willing to admit I have a blind spot here.)
And honestly I think the fact that Oliver cares so much about Buck and telling this story well both for the character and everyone who sees himself in him and that Lou met that energy turned the storyline and the relationship into a more beautiful beginning than it would have been in the hands of other actors.
Which gave the show it's next problem. Because we can all see that Buck is ready for his forever love and you introduced a new love interest and then instead of sticking to a few episodes of awakening and moving on, I think they saw that people were starving for it and latched onto it and Tommy harder than they expected. So it's an easy thing to do to milk that for a little bit longer, but it was absolutely the wrong choice because people got invested in a way they wouldn't have if this had ended after the original number of episodes we expected.
And Buck and Tommy worked! I think you can nitpick relationship things if you weren't that into it and write a breakup narrative using those seeds, but their puzzle pieces absolutely fit together. So much so that they definitely had forever after potential that everyone could see and a lot of people were excited about and investing in and oops wait that wasn't the plan.
So what do you do? You either abandon the plan and embrace the accidental beauty that you discovered and let it ride or you write your way out of it. Give them some hurdles, some angst. Give them a tear-jerking breakup that respects what you built and the viewers who are invested in it and slowly work your way back to where you wanted to be.
They didn't write their way out of it.
And I so don't want to believe that after the work the actors put in and the viewer feedback that they were still viewing the relationship as a placeholder ready to be yeeted once Eddie's arc got back in position again, but I'm not sure what the alternatives are?
Either it's being talked about that this is the last season and so if they're really doing buddie then it's now or never? Or actually the internet is not a valid reflection of the viewership as a whole and someone from on high said the plug should be pulled?
Or the storyline was stumbled into and fumbled around from the beginning and never treated with as much care by the people in charge of it as it was by the people who loved it.
IDK it's just messy messy storytelling and I say that as someone who is not a multishipper but who does value a good story and a good narrative. They let the relationship go on for too long to end it so abruptly. If there was going to be a breakup, there was a better one to be had and it doesn't make me feel good that my preferred happy ending could come from one that breaks the heart of so many of my friends. And if it isn't in the service of a bigger, already in motion endgame, literally what the fuck?
#911 spoilers#babbling hours#idk what to tag this#also making abby an actual plot point to all of this really makes it feel like a joke#like that's a thing to say as a funny haha callback 'wait what?' moment#it didnt' need to be part of buck and tommy deciding what their relationship was#also i haven't seen the episode!#i just feel like i have#so if i missed something#fair enough
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TWST: đ€ What Would They Name Their Child?
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it's the infamous High School baby project
TWST does not care about verbs/nouns/gender when it comes to names, I'm only going to do 1 'gender neutral' name (in theory), in twst fashion. For instance, a boy has an equal chance of being named Sarah, Kart, or John and vice-versa for a girl. I'll be using a randomizer for the gender and number of children, you can decide on what gender the baby is (unless you comment which character(s) you'd like to know.)
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đčHeartslabyul
đč Ace - Stariya nn: Ari
If Thorn's eyes just so happen to match the name (starry) that's between Ace and himself. I just made up the name ^ ace/star are like synonyms.
đčDeuce - Dawner
Dylla, Deuce, might as well have another 'D' name. I tried to make dawn sound more unique. Dawn represents 'new beginnings' since Deuce would want to leave that rebel past behind and step up to father a bag of flour.
đč Trey - Blithe
Trey and Blithe are both word names where I feel they're both so in use they don't conjure up an image. Blithe means happy/joyful. When scrolling through baby name websites I did see 'Almond and 'Nachos' listed, I need you to know this.
đč Cater - Dice nn: Icy
When making this I realized the characters aren't exactly named after games, sorry Uno, Scrabble, and Yahtzee - but parts of it, so Dice.
đč Riddle - Bridge
The card game bridge, he so would, but also a reference of Um from Umbridge. 'Rule' was listed as a baby name I--
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đŸ Leona - Folasade nn: Sade
(Based off my fav singer Sade âĄ) I think Leona would like the meaning 'honor earns a crown; rule with nobility'
đŸ Ruggie - Junior
Thorn and Ruggie could not agree on a name - no the baby isn't Thorn jr or Ruggie jr, they're just Junior. Ruggie's name is a joke about his rugged life right? If he was based on a carpet his child could be Matti.
đŸ Jack - Gabrielle nn: Brielle/Gibby
Jack is one of few characters that has a common/average name - the child will need this stability in a place like twst! He's also a serious guy so it would be impossible to get him to agree on any name trends like alternate spellings/locations/words etc. Thorn finds a loophole with nicknames.
đ Octavinelle
Azul - Seren and Perle
I changed the spelling of 'pearl' and I keep debating if I should have or not. Seren is pretty close to siren, these names sound mermaid-y.
Jade - Nori
From the character Nori in Barbie Mermaidia, I think it means seaweed. Jade was nice enough to let Thorn pick out the name, and Thorn went for the first fictional mermaid that came to mind.
Floyd - Nike
Names from sneaker brands you could use as baby names and no on would know: Nike, Chuck, Chelsea, Taylor, Jordan, Mary Jane, Croc, etc.
đ Pomefiore
đ Vil - Liesel, Eden, and Hansl
I don't think Vil would be one of those celebrities parents that have all their children have the same initial, unique spellings, or invent names, or maybe he would? You know what? Having a common name would be a celeb niche in twst, he did not beat those allegations.
đ Rook - Giselle
Is Rook French? bc I feel like he just uses French bc its trendy - he'd still pick a French/French influenced name though. Giselle is from the ballet 'Gisele' its romantic/dramatic/dark (quite sad really.)
đ Epel - Ruby, Opal, and Jona
Part 2 of names from apples you could use and nobody would know: Crispin, Jonathan, Gala, Ruby, Opal, Ambrosia, Autumn, Rose, Granny, etc. When I realized I could make all their names 4 letters I had to take that opportunity.
đŠ Scarabia
đŠ Kalim - Salim
Derived from the Arabic expression 'salima' which points to something 'safe' and 'sound' Salim means peaceful/safe.
đŠ Jamil - Rana
Rana has so many meanings from around the world, in Arabic it means 'eye-catching' or 'beautiful' and in Sanksrit it means 'king/nobility'
đŠ Ignihyde
Idia - Raiden, Kaeya, Haruhi
There's no way Idia isn't naming his kids, real or not, after his fav characters. I settled on these names bc I was tired of thinking đhe's a gamer and otaku and I could not think of anything niche or any deep cuts, they're all from Genshin Impact or OHSHC, lets face it, Idia wouldn't like the mainstream anything. Thorn was just trying to save these kids from a 'Bakugou Johnson' situation.
đ” Diasominia
Malleus - Maenight and Twillian
(I invented these names part 2) Maenight is meadow + midnight bc no child of Malleus is mid đ€ and Twillian is twilight + lillian. Both kids are named after their parents initial and hobby: nature/night walks
Lilia - Garnet and Dove
Lilia has interesting naming conventions (Silver), so I tried to apply that here. Let's say child one has his eyes, so garnet, and child two has a calm demeanor, so dove.
Sebek - Amoret and Evermore nn: Ami and Ever
Sebek and Thorn have a book club so they'd pick literary names. Amoret is a character from the epic poem 'The Faerie Queene' by Edmund Spenser, and I think Sebek would like it. Evermore is from 'The Raven' a narrative poem by Edgar Allen Poe (there's a raven character that repeats evermore/nevermore) BUT if thats too dark there's also the Taylor Swift song 'Evermore' (which I feel has inspiration from 'The Raven')
Silver - Aurelia
Aurelia means gold, but I was trying to have Thorn and Silver apply their own meanings, aurora + starlight = aurelia. (Named after how their parents' eye colors are described)
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(Should Ortho + side characters be included? Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see anyone else!)
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One Hell of a Wake-Up Call (2024)
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#endeavor#enji todoroki#shigaraki tomura#tenko shimura#i miss my boy so much#he was so happy to go all out on the number one right at his wake#my little destroying baby
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Unmistakably Yours - G.S.
Synopsis. In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatឣ, to do what heâs always wanted to do - you.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, best friends to lovers, Satoru goes a little (very) INSANE, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, manga spoilers, use of jujutsu powers, unprotected, crĂ©ampie, spitting, overstim, fĂ©ral Satoru, heinous things, happy ending, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.5k
A/N. Yeahhh that poll was cooking up something devious heheh. Gege give me back my man.
Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone.
He was going to kill someone and it didnât matter who. It didnât matter how. It didnât even matter if he had to haul his broken body - scarred and barely-healed - out of this stiff infirmary bed, because the great Gojo Satoru awoke and the world shook.
Because you werenât here.
âAh. The oh-so deadest one, I see youâre awake.â Satoru flinches at the sharp, exhausted drawl from his left.Â
Slowly, he blinks away the haze in his aching eyes, desperately trying to adjust to the cold room. Shokoâs voice was too loud. The lights too bright. His waiting arms too empty - where were you?Â
With a low hiss, Satoruâs body is moving before his mind, sitting up like a man possessed. Goosebumps prickle his skin as the thin blanket falls off his shoulders. Temples throbbing because the world was spinning and spinning and you-
âCalm down, Satoru.â Shoko sounds almost panicked now - as much as she could, anyway. Uselessly trying to push him back onto the mattress. âI donât care if youâre the âstrongestâ. Sukuna did a number on you and you have to rest-â
âWhere is she?â
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It was the final nail on your coffin - that slight, steady rumble beneath your feet. So fleeting that youâd written it off as your weary brain, too goddamn tired from today. Heaving out a sigh, you rub your eyes in frustration, so fucking alone in this too-large penthouse.Â
Fingers jittery, you rifle through your best friendâs closet for his box of blindfolds, because you knew heâd be complaining about the sensory overload at the infirmary if- when he woke up. Though, you think that was more an excuse for Shoko to send your wrecked self away than anything.Â
Grabbing a few more than necessary, your heart lurches as you eye that dusty framed photo by his bedside. A much younger Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and you - probably the last time any of you smiled so carelessly.Â
One dead and the other just on the cusp of it.
Heâll be okay. Heâll be okay. Heâll be okay. Heâs the strongest, right?
Swallowing heavily, you try to put your mind to something - anything - other than the memory of that battlefield and the blood. So much blood. Everywhere.Â
God, you shouldâve stayed. What if Satoru-
That was when you felt it.Â
The tight, uncomfortable feeling of atoms standing at attention all around you. The air was so stagnant and heavy that it was almost hard to breathe.Â
You donât know how you realize what it is - but you donât get the chance to wonder about it either. Because the thought has barely even crossed your mind before everything else is thrown at the window at those two words.Â
Hoarse, and whispered, voice ever-so-slightly cracking at the end. One you recognized, one you knew you always would.
âMy love?â
Satoru.
It was a miracle that you didnât get whiplash from how fast you whirled around to face the doorway - and it was an even bigger miracle that you didnât trip at how your legs were carrying you to that tall, familiar flash of white hair without a second thought.Â
Hell, you donât think youâve ever run this fast in your life, and it still wasnât quick enough when Satoru engulfed you in his arms. Letting out a soft sigh as he hugs you tight enough that it hurt, like he never wanted to let go.Â
All familiar warmth and a rapid heartbeat that matched your own.Â
A shiver runs down your spine at that scent of the infirmary, tinged with something so dangerously metallic, miles away from the usual hints of pine and candy. But you only pull Satoru closer - not even realizing the tears staining his snug t-shirt, nails digging into his sculpted back.Â
âS-Satoru?â you murmur wetly, as if you still couldnât believe it - even when you were in his strong arms.Â
It killed you to pull away, and Satoru wasnât any better, pulling you firmly to his heated body with a guttural grunt as soon as you showed any signs of shifting away. Grip almost bruising, fingers tight on your hips. But you didnât mind, why would you?Â
Because the strongest was nothing under your will - he always was. And itâs only once you break the embrace just a fraction of an inch that you confirm that this actually was Satoru - your Satoru.Â
âYouâre here.â you breathe out unsteadily, not knowing where to look first - his heaving chest, as if heâd run all the way here, or those faint scars along his exposed skin. Jagged, running down his pale skin like he was too impatient - too distracted - to let them heal properly. Satoruâs face was scarily blank, pretty lips set in a tight grimace like every second you werenât locked in his arms killed him.Â
He doesnât answer - like he didnât know himself. Nervously, you raise your eyes to meet his and-
Oh, Satoru, he was here. Alive.
Looking like he was ready to make sure that no one else was.
You just wondered where theyâd pile all the casualties. Too many to bury at Jujutsu High if those tiny blue flickers of lightning at the corners of Satoruâs eyes were anything to go by.Â
Gaze hooded, pupils blown, he didnât look at you with that usual warmth. No, he looked at you like a man that had crawled back from death just to rip you apart. And you had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade curse that had just come disguised as your best friend.Â
âAre you okay?â you try again, raising a hand to cup his cheek. âToru?â
Oh, you might as well have just signed your own will, because no sooner are the words out of your mouth before Satoruâs jolting. Like the mere sound of that stupid little nickname from high school was enough to shock him to his very core.Â
Electrify him just enough to finally look at you like it was the first time. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. âMy love.â
There it was again, that quiet, strained little mantra.Â
Followed very closely by the deafening slam! of the door behind him, so hard that you spy one of the hinges rattling off. Startled, you look over Satoruâs broad shoulders just to catch a glimpse of the single, large handprint charred into the wood, slight steam wafting from his hand.
Shit. Heâs lost it.
Almost like the strongest has forgotten his restraint - or didnât care about it either way. Heated, you wondered what this boded for you.Â
Will you be lucky number one on his kill list? You wonder, as Satoru presses his mouth right above your pulse. Racing. Dangerous. Feeling the rapid thump! thump! thump! under his lips.
Breathing you in, dragging his nose up, up, up- He mutters into your skin, âYâcan kill me if you donât want this.â Will you go down - if thereâs anyone left to remember, that is - as the casualty that surely and officially signaled the honored oneâs descent into madness? Only the second best friend he had to kill?
Or, Satoru pulls away slowly from his little haven, breath ghosting your lips as he gasps out a shaky, âNo God can take me away without doing this.â Will it be something else entirely?
And then heâs kissing you - and youâre kissing him.Â
Because fuck, how could you not? This is Satoru, and this is all youâve ever wanted since those late night convenience store runs in high school, hand-in-hand and teleporting away from a furious Yaga.
The same Satoru that had cockily winked at you goodbye before facing Sukuna - leaving you crying with nothing to hold onto but those cold, cold hands and wishes that youâd have just fucking kissed him before. Maybe even put aside your pride to just tell him.
But none of that mattered now, because Satoru was so desperate - drinking you in like you were the last breath of air on Earth. Like it hurt more to part with your lips than it was to be cleaved in half.
Such a mess of teeth and saliva, and you were addicted. Drunk off his sweet taste - like candy, almost, and those cheap mochi he always got from downtown - and the electricity pricking at you each time your skin grazed against his.
It almost hurt - but it hurt so good.
Gasping, you pull away for air - impossible with the way Satoru was like a madman, kissing your swollen lips again and again and-
âToru!â you squeal, muffled through his lips. âArenât you-â His mouth drops into a soft oh! at the delicate strings of saliva snapping in the non-existent space between you two. Surging forward like he couldnât help himself. âBattlefield- mmpf- now?â
With a pained grunt, Satoru finally halts, just a hairâs breadth from your lips. And if you were in any better state of mind, maybe youâd have noticed the brief flicker of blue lightning all over his body. The way the lights flicker.Â
âSpecial curtain.â he pants against your open mouth, a muscled thigh shoving between your weakening legs. âTime barely passes in here.â
You donât know what your head is reeling more from his words or his hands - hands that kill - caressing you like a lover everywhere. Unable to decide between your hips, to your ass, to your pretty pretty face. Kiss-bitten lips uttering, ïżœïżœïżœEveryoneâs waiting for you.â
âSo?â Satoru lets out a humorless laugh. About an octave higher than usual, like he was at the end of his rope now. Eyes hazy and glowing, looking as if it took everything in him to not just tear off that uniform and take you right now.Â
âBut-â
âShut up and let me ruin you, my love.â
Your back is hitting the mattress before you can even start to wonder what the fuck is happening. One second standing at the doorway and the other all sprawled out on Satoruâs bed.
Besides yourself, you blurt out, trying to make sense of the situation to both of you two. âDid- did you just teleport us?â
âDonât know.â he answers. And Satoru sounded like he genuinely didnât know, as bewildered as you were. Powers acting before him - way, way before he can think - as he fists your shirt in his hands. âDonât care.â
And you half wondered whether Satoru was even aware of what he was doing as he pulls, down, down down.Â
Rip!
It tears through the air - both the sound, and the way heâs just pulling your shirt to shreds. All depravity and no repentance as Satoru throws it behind God-knows-where. Buttons hitting the floor at a maddening little rhythm to which he was slowly losing his sanity.Â
He was kissing you like he was angry - taking it out on your poor clothes. Because before you know it, heâs pulling your bra off. Fingers searing on your skin, skirt just tatters on the floor.Â
âWaited too long.â he groans, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. âAlways wanted to do this.â And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldnât stop, rambling into the valley of your breasts, âEver since I first saw you and oh-â
That was it - only one look at your panties, all flimsy and drenched - and youâre back to wondering what Satoruâs kill count would be. You shudder as his eyes widen, letting out a strangled gasp from some deep, primal part of himself. Voice so broken and starved as he muses, â-canât believe I waited this long.â
Shit. You werenât making it out alive.
Immediately, Satoruâs dropping further down the mattress, easily pushing your knees up all the way till they were at your breasts.Â
And it was so unfair.Â
Unhair how he was still fully clothed, while you were spread so shamefully. Unfair how he was sliding his underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Up and down, up and down up and- Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips before pulling, marveling at how sinfully soaked they were.Â
And it was like something snapped - maybe his whatever restraint he had left, probably you by the end of this. Because just a split-second later, Satoruâs tearing right through your panties. Not even taking a second to breathe before burying his pretty face into your dripping cunt.Â
Unfair how you were liking it so dangerously. Being so used.Â
And Satoru knows - he thinks, with whatever rationality he has left intact - that he wants to admire your pretty lilâ cunt. To finally drink in what heâs been dreaming about for years all these lonely nights. But, no, thatâs for later - for a different Satoru, one that didnât feel like he was going to fucking die if he didnât taste you right now.Â
âAh! Hngh- T-Toru-â you arch into his hot tongue, as he licks erratically up your folds, long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Lapping at your juices like he couldnât stop.
âThaâs right.â words muffled into your cunt. Throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders. âGimme more, use me. Use me- fuck fuck fuck- yeah.â
He sounded as delirious as you were already, flinching with each word spat into your sensitive cunt. Drunk off your pussy and so messy, like he was well and fully intent on ruining you.Â
And itâs all you can do to sob so needily as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive clit. Seemingly unable to decide between sucking on it harshly and dipping into your sloppy hole. In and out. Wanting everything. Anything.Â
âFuck. Sâtoo deep. Sh-shit.â
âOh yeah?â heâs grinning, a cruel, cold little grin. You can feel it as he rolls his tongue against your clit over and over. âSânot deep enough.â
You pathetically try to close your legs around his head in shock, as the tips of his long fingers spread open your pussy further, teasing your entrance.Â
But who were you against the strongest? The one that got everything handed to him on a silver platter since birth? Except you - until now, that is.
Because Satoruâs swatting thighs back open like it was a mere inconvenience, and feel your cunt clench in- fear? Anticipation? as you realize how gently he was throwing you around like a ragdoll, in comparison to that door from earlier.Â
âNo.â he sounds absolutely wrecked, babbling around your throbbing clit. âNeed this- need you.â
And then heâs plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, so greedily that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Drinking in your pretty gasps of his name as he roams for that one spot he knows will have you seeing stars - only the best for his girl, right? The only thing on his mind right now, like a predator starved.
You can only tug on his hair and buck wildly underneath him, inching Satoru closer to where he was desperately searching for. Close - so close.Â
âToru-â you moan, like a prayer.Â
But it wasnât fast enough.Â
Not for Satoru, at least.
Even through the haze in your eyes, you could make out that brief flash of electric blue in-between your legs, eyes widening as ah-
That cheat.Â
You wondered if he even knew he was using his powers right now. Or whether Satoru was too far gone at this point. Way too smug with the way he hits that one spot. Hard.Â
Ah, you quiver as something so dark sparks in his eyes. Looking like a man starved, that had finally come across his favorite meal. Moving with frightening accuracy as he pumps his fingers in and out, hitting it each and every time.Â
âShit, ngh-â you let out a shrill moan, âItâs too good. Youâre so fucking-âÂ
One hand was so messy toying with your dripping entrance - the other digging into your hips. Dragging your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth.Â
Hard enough that you were sure itâd leave marks for tomorrow. If you even made it that long, that is, if the tiny shocks of electricity at his fingertips told you anything.Â
Desperate. Violent, even.
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. âFuck- mâcumming mâcumming, fuck fuck fuck-â Youâre shaking as you cum, crying out Satoruâs name and delirious little moans that youâd otherwise be embarrassed of.Â
And he doesnât stop. Not when youâre blinking your vision back. Not when youâre shying away from his tongue, the stars behind your eyes too much with each flick of his tongue.Â
âSâtoo much- too- fuck, sensitive, Toru.â you whine, big fat tears clinging to your lashes.Â
Ah, there it was again. Just when Satoru was beginning to think that he might just be veering into a state of mind that could be considered sane - you have to call him that goddamn nickname again. And itâs only driving him wild.Â
Well, he muses, fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt, itâs really on you then.Â
You let out a fucked-out little whine as Satoru finally takes his shirt off, revealing such milky, toned skin. All sharp curves and dips like he was sculpted so meticulously, going down, down, down and- Your breath hitches at the large, pink scar standing out of his torso, so uneven and fresh that you feel a fresh wave of tears - different ones, this time.Â
You take a steadying breath, eyes unmoving from the injury. âSatoru-â
âNo.â Satoruâs tone is firm, so different from the metallic tinkling of his belt. He was moving now, shifting in between your legs to kiss those tears away. âNeed this. Need you. Need you need you need you so bad-â
âBut yourâŠâ you trail off. The words catch in your throat as he finally unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, soaked in precum.Â
He was soâŠmassive. Now, you expected your best friend to have a big dick, but this was ridiculous. He was so intimidatingly long, thick enough that you could feel the slick beading out of your sloppy hole already.
Yeah, you definitely werenât making it out alive.Â
Satoru sees it too, of course, because his cock twitches furiously. A low hiss leaving those pretty pink lips before heâs spitting on your quivering cunt. Once. Twice.Â
And you know that if this shameless bastard could use six eyes to find your g-spot, then he couldâve done the same for this. But, no, he lets some of it miss, splattering against your inner thigh, smearing all over as Satoru thumbs in his saliva with your slick.Â
God, he was treating you like some object. Wordlessly throwing your legs over his shoulders, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy.Â
And then you feel like youâre been split apart - because Gojo Satoru was unforgiving. As was his aching cock. Heâs barely even pressing through the first ring of muscle, and you already feel like heâs pushing all the way into your lungs.Â
âT-Toru.â you yelp, glancing down at the way your pussy was stretched so lewdly around his thick cock. Quivering as he keeps pushing and pushing and- no mercy. Absolutely none at all. âCan feel you so deep inside ngh- I donât think I canâŠâÂ
âNo no no no no-â heâs panting into your open mouth. Fucking into your heavenly cunt in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to squeeze deeper inside. âNeed this. Want this. Always did. God, fuck fuck fuck, you can do it-â
âBut-â
God, Satoru canât help but kiss you - to shut those cute lilâ whines up more than anything, heâs sure heâll cum right there and right now if he didnât.Â
Because Satoru wasnât any better. Body bowing into yours, eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth falling into a delirious oh! as he finally bottoms out. Balls smacking your ass too hard, your pussy too tight, you too beautiful underneath him.Â
Blindly, he reaches for the headboard - white-knuckling it so hard that itâs a wonder it doesnât break.Â
It does - and later youâll find a pile of splinters behind the bed. Itâs just that neither of you notice. Too high off the feeling of Satoruâs cock pushing inside you. Youâre clawing at his back now, gasping for air. Letting him fold you in half to filthily lick away the tears pooling at your cheeks.Â
âShit- yâgot this, my love. You gotta- ah- Breathe-â he canât even speak properly, sharp tongue so heavy. Eyes glowing with such insanity as he rocks his hips harder into yours.
He was right - you needed to breathe. To finally wrap your head around the fact that this was Satoru - your best friend - the same one that binge-watches sappy rom-coms with you after every breakup. Every. Single. One. Somehow, you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
Both of you were barely-lucid at this point. And he was out of control now.
Funny, how in all his dreams when you were screaming his name - Satoru was always suave, methodical, playing with your pretty pussy like a fine instrument. Right now, he was anything but. Sloppy - like he didnât have enough time, never would, even in this room where time slowed.
âDonât you run away.â he grunts at the way youâre so adorably torn between running away from his cock and bucking for more more more- âWaited twelve fucking years for this. Nâ mâgonna take it.â
You almost sob at the pressure as he laces his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper. Down, down, down. âSâtoo good, Toru. Wanâ more-â
âMore.â Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. Eyes widening almost comically, a fucked-out smile spreading all over his face. âYâwant more even when youâre filled to-â He traces an invisible line halfway down your tummy. âHere?â
âYes.â you gasp as he reaches down to toy with your throbbing clit, drawing tight, frenzied little circles. Balls smacking your ass so painfully, thumb pressing down right where his tip was hitting your cervix - as if he used six eyes to see. âAlways wanted more. Always have, Toru.â
And you swear you could see something physically snap inside Satoru. Because his eyes glaze over, grin dropping instantly from his face.Â
If you werenât so cockdrunk maybe youâd have caught the way the bedroom lights flicker, the one down the hallway bursting.Â
âAlways, huh?â heâs muttering, grip on your body tightening like a vice. âWanted more like me?â Rocking into you so sloppily, cock twitching so painfully as he speeds up. Fingers just as desperate - as depraved as his hips.
And this time, he doesnât even have to use six eyes to find that one spot. Knowing your body well enough to hit it over and over until you were sobbing. âMore more more more- fuckinâ take it then.â
At this point you didnât know whether Satoru was always this ruthless in bed or youâd just broken him. It felt so good that it was almost scary. And your delirious mind wandered into the thought that maybe the bed would break - and your bones to follow.Â
Well, they would have if Satoru hadnât been using reversed cursed technique. But you didnât need to know that just yet.Â
âSatoru-â you squeal as he only gets more erratic.  âIâmâŠâ
âClose?â Satoruâs grunting, smacking his lips against your own.
Itâs laughable, really, that muffled question - because Satoru knew you were close. Losing his fucking mind, actually, at how you were squeezing so hard around him. Balls squeezing so painfully right now, but he wanted you to cum first - needed you to cum first.
âYeah, so close. Wanâ cum- Ah! Please-â
âThen cum. Fucking cum, wanâed this so bad.â heâs babbling deliriously. Little sparks of lightning visible even to your glassy eyes, fingers humming with a dangerous little energy that stimulated you so good. âYeah, yeah yeah yeah fucking cum, wanna hngh-â
And then you are. So sudden and hard that you donât even realize it at first. Just that youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Rocking your hips into Satoruâs like such a slut.Â
Oh, if heaven was really then the part of Satoru that can still form coherent thoughts thinks this just might be it.Â
Because only the sight of you creaming all around his swollen cock and heâs cumming and cumming so hard that it hurts. Thick, hot ropes of cum that he canât seem to stop. Doesnât want to stop, and God he thinks he could cum until you beg and beg and beg itâs too much. Until youâre yelling for-
âMercy!â you moan, head spinning with how fucking overfilled your pussy was. âPlease, Toru-â
Satoru lets out a slight gasp, âMercy?â Chuckling so cruelly at your dazed nod, âNo mercy, my love. None at all.â
And God, it was so fucking hard to look at him too - eyes half-lidded and miles away, flushed and looking like he was anywhere but laid out on a hospital bed just a few minutes ago. In fact, Satoru looked like he was in heaven on Earth as he only milked his painfully hard cock on your snug pussy.
Pretty. Always so fucking pretty.Â
And he kept whispering that, over and over in your ear as you both ride out your highs. Oh how he loved you.
Your eyes fly open, and Satoru knew heâd said that out loud. Shit. But, well, with the way you were immediately pulling him to collapse into your arms, he thinks he really doesnât mind.
âLove you, love you. Love you so much. Always did, always wanted to love you- to fuck you.â You barely even notice him marking down your neck, sharp canines digging into the flesh like he wanted to break something. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood. âTo ruin you.â
It was oozing out of you, both Satoruâs cum - dribbling down your legs in thick globs, pooling on the overpriced sheets below - and his power. Jolts of electricity running down all the way from your poor, abused cunt to your hazy mind.Â
âSo do it.â The air was crackling - crackling with intensity and the smell of jujutsu. It was in your veins, in your words as you whisper, âRuin me. Youâre the- ngh- only- one fâme, Toru. Always was.â
The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining so bright that it was blinding, until they burst. The last thing you see are his eyes - electrified with blue lightning, burning into your brain.Â
And then itâs black.Â
---
âIâll be back before ya know it, my love.â he whispers against your forehead, cooing at the way you stir sleepily. âGotta pest to take care of.â
Taking down that curtain wasnât the hard part, the hard part was actually fucking regaining his senses enough to do so.Â
And now, all cleaned up and fucked to sleep on his bed, you were looking so unbearably delectable that it made some part of Satoru just want to stay behind this curtain. To forget the waiting sorcerers on the battlefield. Saving the world be damned.
Well, no matter, Satoru had time. He was the strongest, right? After all, how could he give you the world if there was no world to give?
âNâ when Iâm back, mâgonna kiss ya to death till you go out with me. Till everyone knows youâre unmistakably mine.â
A/N. GET IT - that unmistakable bit from the panel?Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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#THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY. g. suguru
â sum. the last thing youâd expect for a surprise birthday present by your friends was a visit to a menâs strip club. geto suguruâyour dancerâs got it all. tall, handsome, and he wants waaay more than just thirty minutes with you.
wc. 6.9k (h.. haha)
warnings. fem! reader, stripper au, stripper! geto, unprotected, lap dancīng, dry humping, switch geto, lots of riding, 69, finishing too quick, choking, geto has nīpple piercings, hair pulling, spīt, dirty talk, he licks champagne off you, nīpple play, breedīng, praise, **** cameo :), petnames.
an. ty to the ppl who voted on my poll <3 kinda scared to post this LOL. this came on a whim Ê
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âi understand your body wants it. i know your thoughts, oh you âbout it âbout it . . â
the erotic lyrics that blared through the clubâs abject speakers nearly deafened your ears the moment you stepped inside. you were flashed with a plethora of luminescent jade lights as you read a glowing sign near the bar that read âwelcome to the vixxxen lounge.â your friends, who decided to surprise you for your birthday with nothing more than a girlsâ trip to a menâs strip club told you theyâd be getting drinks if you need them. of course . . that was probably code for: going to spend time near the private rooms.
apparently, itâs âhappy hourâ which meant countless discountsâand youâd already had your two individual sessions paid for by one of your friends. crisp aerating air waves from the air conditioner chills against your skin as you lean against the bronzy brick pillar. you gather your surroundings, eyeing the oily attractive glossed men that entertained the screaming crowds of thirsty women. the wide stage was spacey, and it almost looked like a concertâyou started to wonder just who you were paired up with. but right as youâre pondering deep in thought, thereâs a light tap on your shoulder.
âmiss.â
you turn around to face probably the most attractive man youâve laid your eyes upon. heâs tall with lengthy long hair â tangled black tresses of strands that reach just about past his shoulders. you couldnât help but openly gawk a bit . . finding your eyes to leisurely trail down toward his skimpy attire. near his neck, he had a stained smooch of a lip stick mark that was a dark shaded red. you then noticed a few hundred dollar bills stuck in between his red thin straps.
this guy, it appeared he was dressed as some kind of firefighter. he had on the helmet along with the matching baggy yellow pants, but was completely topless. the only thing that went against his chiseled pecs was the skinny straps that attached onto the belts of his pants.
âheyy,â he waves a hand in your face, arching a brow.
âo- oh, sorry,â you bashfully murmur, mentally cursing yourself out for wandering off into space again. embarrassing, embarrassing. fishing for your vip pass that gave you direct access to one of the secluded private roomsâyou dig it out your pocket, staring down at the assigned dancer and room number. âare you uh . . geto?â
âi am. but ah, suguruâs fine,â he murmurs, and he takes your pass, putting the temperature lanyard over your neck. getoâs fingers brush against your skin and you nearly shudder.
his touch.. it felt like sparks of electricity, and near the far distance by the crowded stage, your friends waved at you. with a throaty, âfollow me, birthday girl,â he swiftly turns his heels and starts making a beeline toward the back of the club. you follow him, continuing to eye his costume.
but phew, he had quite the ass.
but anywayâthatâs not the point.
it never really occurred to you how all the male strippers had specific costumesâyou were far too entranced by geto. it was probably because of how halloween was only a mere few weeks away, so itâd make sense how theyâd be ordered to get into the spirit of things.
âand imma let you do it how you wanna girl iâll riiiide with it, riiiide with it . . â
the lyrics of that catchy same song that resounded through the speakers of the club grew louderâand as he guided you inside the dimly red lit room, he makes you lie back against a cushioned sofa. thereâs a few piles of money scattered near the front, and you didnât count but that amount could make anyone filthy rich.
geto rubs the back of his neck, rolling it around to stretch before he glances down at you. you struggle to look him in the eye and a faint smile creases across his lips.
youâre new, and he could tell you werenât used to such carnal provocative environments.
ârelaaax, pretty girl,â his voice was low purr. the way he talked was soothing, a good amount of teasing and playfulness. right at his words, your shoulders slumped and you lean back.
the air around you seems to close in, getting thicker ân thicker before he makes you haul your arms over the edges of the couch. âcomfy?â and he doesnât do anything else until you give him a subtle complying nod. geto takes off his amber-colored helmet before putting it on your head. âlean back. just focus on me.â
âo . . okay,â you exhale, and your eyes finally meet his.
the fake firefighter helmet crooks, tilting a bit to the side over the crown of your head as you watch him starting to sway to the bass dropping beats. you gulp as he gets closer . . and closer, following the exact steps to his usual routine before he gets on your lap.
heâs so pretty, and now that his helmet was off of him, you got an even more view of his face. geto starts to slowly grind against you, one hand resting near back of the couch thatâs next to your shoulder. heâs fully in sync with the song that booming blares in the background.
the friction. he was moving up against you, and you couldnât help but glance down his glossy chest. his legs were huge, and you didnât even notice the clamped silver piercings that stuck against his reddened nipples. âis this okay?â he whispers, and you already feel yourself starting to heat up. the a/c was blastingâand yet, you felt like it was over a hundred degrees.
â âs okay,â you breathlessly say, feeling your facial expressions serene. geto swiftly gets off you, and he starts to rock and grind his hips against the floor.
heâs slow and preciseâeach movement matches the following before he sits up, flicking against the straps of his costume. fuck, you couldnât keep your eyes off of him. you knew he was probably used to this . . seeing so many women at a time, giving them a thirty minute private dance and going on with his day.
geto had charisma and lots lots of it.
it was ironic because he didnât even have to say anything. throughout the duration of his entire routine, he let his hips do the rest of the talking. speaking of hips, youâve never seen a more a slutty waist.
itâs unapologetically snatched, and you start to envision seeing his face plastered on every cover of a a menâs vogue magazine. heâs gorgeousâand the second heâs back in your lap again, he leans into the crook of your neck. âhey,â he repeats, and his voice was a lot more pitched and lower. itâs a dirty kind of husky that makes you clench your thighs together. as heâs up closeâyou get a whiff of his cologne. itâs quite loud, and youâd guess the scent was something between bergamot and rich aromatic oak moss. âdo you wanna touch me?â
a breath gets trapped in the back of your clogged throat at the question.
geto continues to gradually grind his hips into you as pretty black strands of his hair tickles near your shoulders. ây- yes,â and the words smoothly flow from your lips like smooth molasses of chocolate.
geto was patient, and he wanted to make you comfortableâthat was his number one priority.
he speaks in a more rough yet sly tone. â âm gonna grab your wrists okay? just feel me,â and you feel mentally prepare yourself. biting down on your bottom lipâyou mouth a soft, âokay,â and geto gently grabs your wrists.
heâs still slowly jerking his hips against you, matching each sultry beat of the song. the base of the chorus rang through your ears and the lyrics flowed through once ear ân out the other.
as you stare up at him, he makes you press your hands firmly against his shaven flexing chest. sheets of slicking sweat that covers the top part of his body coats on your hands and you cutely furrow your brows. âheh, oh sorry love. âm a bit sweaty, hope that doesnât turn you off.â
âitâs f . . fine,â you utter, and he resumes to guide your hands. his chest was as hard as a brick, and you felt how his muscles would freely tense.
god, geto was a literal sculpture. you probably looked stupid with how you kept openly staring at his perfectly carved abs. an entire six pack - each section even more strenuously ripped than the first.
as you continue to gawk, eyes nearly bulging out of their socketsâyou feel him shifting his weight a bit so he wouldnât crush you. your thumb snags against his pierced nipple and he grunts, breaking character for a second. he lets off a cute snarl. âsorry! i didnât-â
âsweetheart, itâs okay,â he hums, releasing a low puff of air. so he was sensitive there, noted.
as he continues, he makes your hands reach lower. the thin straps of his costume glide against your plump fingertips before he stops at his fading raven-colored happy trail.
black ân bushy . . you could make out every single tiny speck of hair that stuck against the lower part of his abdomen if you squinted, and you did.
the rest was hiding underneath the upper hem part of his prop turnout pants. ânow âm gonna let go of my hands,â he whispers, eyeing you intently.
it was so much lustful ardor in the air. the more you stared at the dancer, the more you started questioning why the hell you never visited a strip club sooner. a question that was probably gonna remain unanswered..
â . . ân âm gonna let you do whatever you want while i finish.â he concludes his sentence, and as if his hands were attached to your own with adhesive velcro, geto slowly pulls away.
now, itâs just your two balmy palms pressing against his chest. you take it upon yourself to drag an invisible line down his flat sleek cheek with your fingers.
your hands then find themselves reaching for a few papery fifty dollar bills, tossing it at his glossed grinding body. geto sighs with a cunning simper, continuing to rock his slim hips into your lap. âthatâs it, feel me princess. âm all yours.â
and in a way â he was.
it was only you two in the room, and yet it felt like you ân suguru were the only people on earth. the entire mood was sensual and you could almost smell the libido that radiated off his skin. it was a scent you couldnât describeâbut you didnât want him to stop.
as your hands kept roaming down his puffed out chest, you stop right at the hem of his pants. poking out, his sharp carved-like âvâ shaped pelvis arches within each muscle he moves forward.
the crimson red lights that flicker every three seconds narrowly spotlights toward getoâs fit body. for a quick momentâyou get a good glimpse of his face and heâs inches away from your shimmery twitching lips.
geto leans up to your ear and he hoarsely whispers. âbirthday girllll,â and he huffs out a drawn breath, feeling you eagerly tug at his pants. a snicker leaves from him before he gets a nice smell of your citrusy perfume. âah. is the pants gettinâ on your nerves?â
âa bit,â you murmur honestly, and you were already undressing him with your eyes. you were sure geto was most likely wearing a thong underneath but you imagined otherwise.
filthy - you couldnât believe the thoughts you were having.
to think, if you hadnât accepted this little âgirlsâ tripâ with your friends, youâd probably be sleeping the entire day away. after all, they did want you to get out more. especially for your special day. with a pout twisting across each part of your lips, you sigh. âcan iââ
âwhat, undress me?â he tries to play coy, seeing your pouty expression increase. geto hums, amused as you lightly hook a finger underneath his hooked strap before he shrugs. âgo âhead, princess. knock yârself out.â
geto found your hesitance cute. you didnât wanna seed âneedyâ but you were showing all signs of it. at the moment, you completely forgot you were at a strip club and he was just a dancer.
but fuck it.
you went slow as he still straddles your lap, slowly pulling down his loosely fitted pants. they were baggy.. a flashy color of yellow, and the more you tugged them down, the more you got a glance at his scanty thong.
itâs dark purple with his name embedded on the thin white strips.
from all sides, it spelled âs u g u r u,â in bold lilac plum colors. he even had custom made thongs? as if you couldnât get even more arousedâ
yeah, you were aroused. leave it to your legs that remained glued together starting to swelter up with ⊠stickiness.
not everyday did you have a man grind against your lap, and to be fucking frank you didnât think youâd last.
âyouâre so pretty,â you pant, watching him shimmy his pants down to where it flops down to his ankles. and oh, he had quite the bulge.
it looked almost painfulâso swole and round, you just wanted to kiss it. it looked like at any second it was about to just burst through the cottony stretched fabric. the scenery grows more hedonic as the red lights dimmer. you could barely see his face anymore, just a silhouette that grinds against your lap at each beat of the song playing loudly.
as you nearly slip out a moan, you lean back before your heaving breaths start to accelerate. âsuguru.â
âaw,â he coos, feeling your arms wrap around his slender waist. getoâs still swiftly grinding into you, feeling your cute nails claw into his back. the back of your brain kept chanting âmore, more, more!â
you still have the helmet on, and with the way itâs crooked and could barely fit your headâhe found that small detail adorable. as he remained seated on your squished thighs, it was embarrassing to think you were starting to feel yourself erratically throb.
leaning into your neck, he could loudly smell your sheer arousal and it makes him lowly chuckle against the soft shell of your ear. ânot satisfied, yeah?â and he lets off a quiet bellowing grunt, feeling your hands trail down his sweaty body once more.
heâs so built, parallel to a literal tank.
getoâs rocking against you in rhythm with the same song that still trumpets through the speakers before whispering. âjust say it ân iâll give it to you.â
âyou always come to the parties. to pluck the feathers off allll the biiiirds. . â
the lengthy song continued to drag onâand the busted speakers in the private room sounded like it was about to break from the distortion. it was loud, but your panting breaths was even louder the more geto dances on you.
letting off a longing three second moan once a leg of yours voluntarily hooks around his slim waist, you mewl out a sweet, âi want you. suguru, fuck me.â
âoh. sounds like a demand, sweetheart,â he purrs, and he stills his hips against your lap.
getoâs got a plethora of rings on each of his fingers. pretty silver ân gold bands that would wrap around his digits. he had long fingers, thin and perfectly slender.
the more you stared, the more you thought how good theyâd fit insiâ
âeyes up here,â he cuts you off, and you shudder feeling his palms cup your face. your leg still wraps around his waist before another shortly follows.
heâs barely rocking into you now, and with a bumpy shimmy, you feel his bulge rub against you. âmhm,â geto grunts before meeting your needy gaze once more. as a thumb strokes your bottom lip, pulling it down gingerly, he whispers. âask nicely. say pretty please.â
âyou wonât ⊠charge me extra?â you sheepishly say, beads of perspiring sweat trickling down all sides of your forehead.
geto smugly smiles, grumbling a subtle, ânah,â before making you lean all the way back against the padded sofa. âokay,â you breathe, and you just didnt care anymore.
you wanted him â maybe even needed him..
getoâs hardened bulge that presses against his thong throbs harder before you sweetly murmur,âplease, fuck me, suguru.â
âanythinâ for the birthday girl.â
and those words were the same exact words that ran through your mind as you now found yourself in . . quite the risqué position.
youâd be the one straddling geto now. heâs got you in a classic 69, and your pretty perked ass hovers over his face. right in front of you was his weighty fat cock, and itâs a pretty flushed pink with rosy-lime veins prodding from the sides.
youâre whimpering out sweet harmonic keynotes as his long pointed tongue slithers its through your inviting entrance, two broad arms clinging onto your hips. âfuuckk,â heâd groan, feeling you smear a thumb over his leaky mushroomy tip.
youâve already got him sopping wet from the chin down thanks to your wet cunt â glossy pearly drool seeping from the sides of his dick.
getoâs shaft remains idle, and you wrap a hand around his base before pumping it, rotating your wrist â once, twice, thrice..
he was aching, and the entire time he was giving you a show he had a boner. it was rare, usually whenever he gave lap dancesâhe was one to never really crack, he was a trained professional and yet here you were.
âmmch,â his swollen puckered lips smack against your cunt as he eats you out entirely from the back.
your mouth drops, jaw danglingâ goofily hanging open like a cartoon as he resumes to extends the length of his tongue inside the outskirts of your warm room-temperate-tastinâ-pussy.
lolling it out all the way, he licks from top to bottomâstopping at your clenching hole. geto gives it a five second kiss, a sloppy one that glues a mixture of his spit and your slimy juices on his mouth. âsweetheaaart,â he rasps, biting back a greedy groan once he feels you starting to take him in your mouth.
your throatâs seraphic warmth draws a hot sharp breath out of him as he swats a hard palm against your ass for you to start. âwhen i say move your ass against my face, i fuckinâ mean it. move,â and you let off a candied whimper the second the temporary sting sends singles toward your weeping whiny clit.
feebly, you start to flop your ass up and down against his face and you hear a satisfy âhmmâ purr from his lips. youâre moaning, sinking his cock down your throat in the process before your sticky tongue swirls around his angered crownhead. âmmph,â and you take a few inches before you feel his tip swipe against the scaled roof of your mouth.
going back up, it loudly âpops!â out as a bit of sheeny saliva trickles down your chin. youâre taking him deep within no time, and you let off a cute hiccup once his swollen sack paps near your jaw.
so full ân roundâŠ
youâre breathing through your nose, still shaking your ass against his face, swipinâ his nose occasionally like a credit card with your honeyed-slathered cunt.
his wide flat tongue felt so good that you felt your toes curling each time he playfully nibbles on your sensitive throbbing clit. his tastebuds felt each pulse and it was so hot. âsugu, fuck.â
âi know, i know,â he gruffly whispers against your runny folds. bringing a pair of long twinned fingers towards your pussy, geto strums it down the pulsating slit in a straight pillaring line.
with a bit of pressureâhe spreads your lower lips apart, getting a front row seat view of your clit pumpinâ pumpinâ away.
you had such a pretty throb, the prettiest heâs ever seen.
âgod, youâre pretty but youâre even prettier down here too,â and not only do you hear him swallow but you feel it too.
a long full gulp, and heâs making sure to savor as much of your sweet slick on his tongue as possible.
getoâs just nasty, and a proud eater. he zigzags his tongue everywhere until your visionâs murky and clouded. youâre left crossed eyed with puffed up cheeks, barely able to focus on his dick thatâs laying flat on your tongue.
a hand of his squeezes against your ass before with a mean âwhack!â he spanks it again just to see the bouncy recoil. the way a âlil fat portion of your ass would jiggle all due to the hasty-rash contact of his palm makes him throb.
and you feel it right in your mouth.
as your head bobbles at a more quick yet languid pace, your tongue skims down one of the many veins that paint down his cock. your repeated moans become muffled, and geto groans at how sloppy you soundâfrom the front and from behind.
the more he slurps every syrupy drop that dribbles out from your gurgling pussy, his precisely-thorough licks turn into exaggerated four second sucks.
geto softly caresses a hand against the bare skin of your exposed flesh, tugging on your pulled up skirt. pulled to the side were your panties that had a pretty pink star imprinted on the back decorated with glimmery rhinestones. you moan as your back slowly arches inward ân out and your knees become to buck.
his tongue, he definitely knew how to eat.
â âs good, juuuusâ like that princess,â he huffs, feeling minuscule dewdrops of your saliva pour down the sides of his cock, slicking all over his base.
your thumb traces a heart over his hefty sack, massaging his tender full testes before you hear geto whine out a sweet, âo- oooh shit,â he was tender there too, huh..
and the sound catches him completely off guard because he grunts, the swaying of his tongue gradually slowing down. getoâs pretty lashes flutter before he grunts, taking a second to breathe. âdonât . . stop, play with âem some more,â
âpfââ you pop your mouth off his dick again, wet slimy sounds following as you stroke him off with an closed palm. âare you sure?â
âyeah yeah, âm sure,â and thereâs a bit of sass in his gruff tone.
getoâs getting flustered, and never in a million years would he admit that you playing with his balls made him feel so good but fuck, it did.
geto paws a hand against your ass before letting off a hurried breathless, âfuck, âm gonna cum.â
you went back to bobbling your head up ân down, pumping his fleshy pillar of length in your free hand before you start writhing your ass against his face even more quicker. geto moans, a surge of a trill nearly escaping out his gruff vocal chords before he grunts loudly. âmmp,â and your throat was so wet ân warm.
it enveloped him entirely, and as your cuntâs sitting over his slick lipsâevery so often rubbing against his nose and slick-streamed chin, he peppers it with a few kisses.
your hips were arched ân askew, and as your tongue occasionally darts down his sensitive slit you hear him grunt again. the burgundy colored sofa pathetically dips inward due to the stacked weight of both rutting bodies. getoâs eyes start to roll their way back as you continue, nearly sucking the soul out of him.
âfuck, baby. spit on it,â he groans, clasping his teeth at your needy clit.
he slides his tongue against your cute bulbous-shaped nub before sucking on it for the umpteenth time. you moan, still tossing your ass around for him in a slow meandering manner, feeling his tongue drag down the slope of your ass again.
getoâs pussy drunk entirely, and he didnât care if this was against policy, having a customer touch him. when you tasted this divine, he couldnât help devour your cunt like the starved, starved man he was..
at his words, you spat out translucent globs of saliva from your lips, pasting the slightly curved sides of his dick with your slick mess. âpff,â and you drench him from the base down, twisting his shaft with your wrist before hearing him groan.
getoâs about to finish and you could feel the vigorous pumps of his dick in your mouth growing weaker ⊠and weaker â until, he cums.
getoâs jaw goes slack the moment his peak abnormally reaches, and growls out a husky âfuuuuuck,â with the muscles in his neck tensing.
within a blink of an eye and a snap of a finger, the flat tip of your tongueâs now being sprayed with spritz of waxen cum. itâs a bittersweet taste that coats on your judgy tastebuds, and as you close your eyes with a humming moan departing from your lips, you hear him hiss. his bodyâs violently shaking, and his hips start to hungrily thrust into your mouth.
you wriggle your ass in face as heâs barely eating you out anymore, frantically heaving as he dumps his all down your pretty tight throat. âfuck, fuck, take it,â and his body still sporadically tremors.
as your mouthâs still full, geto gives your teary wet cunt itâs last few lapping licks before his head collapses back in lecherous defeat.
with cheeks still plumply puffed â his cock remains shoved inside. his aggravated red tipâs just swiping ân erupting near the roof of your mouth as you slurp him clean.
you swallow instantaneously, luxuriating in the mildly honey taste before feeling him shudder underneath you. âgoddamn, so fuckinâ good. fuckinâ filthy, princess.â
with clammy palms, he turns you over and you lean in to kiss him. getoâs taken by surprise, and as you make him flop back against the velveteen cushion, you made your way on his lap. rough edges of teeth clash and roughly clatter against each other as each tongue plays a more salacious version twister.
geto reclines back, his hands moving toward your rocking waist as he gruntsâtasting himself on your tongue. its bitter, but with the help of your lip glossâit turns far more sweet within seconds. feverish breaths ghosts inside each mouth before you watch him reach near the side of him.
grabbing a half filled up bottle of mousseux, he flicks off the cork with a flick of his middle finger. getoâs eyes still closed as heâs delving his tongue right into your mouth.
the merciless smacking of lips grew louder before he pulls away, huffing breathlessly. âwanâ more of a taste real quick, princess,â and it sounds more like a needy plead. you see how flushed his face was, and getoâs eyes dart straight toward your bare chest. the top you wore was pulled down, clinging near the very bottom of your waist. âcâmere..â
and as you lean in, you watch as geto starts to pour down a small stream of champagne all down your chest. right between your tits, cupping underneath your tummy so none wouldnât spill further down.
he makes sure a few glosses over your pretty round breasts before he grunts, closing the distance between your chest.
geto buries his face in between the valley of your tits, licking it right up. the bubbly fruity taste lingers on his tongue as he laps you up from top to bottom moaning at the spicy sweetness.
a mixture of your skin and champagneâbetter than any cocktail this clubâs ever served.
âf- fuck,â he moans, lying his tongue flat. geto stares at you the entire time too, and his mouth gradually trails it way toward your damp neglected nipples. he cups his lips around the first nippleâslowly transitioning to the next before slurping the drink right off your body.
a tight breath gets caught in your throat as he continues to lick the rainy drops of sugary champagne off your body. geto groans, savoring the taste before with a loud âplopâ, he pops your tender wet nipple out of his mouth.
thereâs nothing but utter lust and infatuation in his eyesâand he then gets up to kiss you. the roomâs nearly pitch dark without the help of the dim effulgent red lights that shined against you both. it added to the mood perfectly.
as tongues continue to try to assert dominance, you moan right in the dancerâs mouth, returning the gesture of swapping gauzy strings of gossamer spit.
abruptly though, you pull away, gently pushing geto back against the sofa.
with a raspy âugh,â geto lands on his back as you give him a light shove. heâs at your mercy, and you stand up from his lap, a wind of confidence coming out of nowhere and nearly pulling you forward.
he stares at you with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, watching you do a figure eight with your body.
âwhatâs . . this?â he huffs, burly arms stretching over each edge of the sofa. you looked so pretty, eyeing him up and down as he does the exact same to you.
the luminescent lights started to beam on you now, highlighting your curves and entire physique.
âlie back,â you murmur, slowly sashaying toward him. geto runs a hand through his hair, his dick twitching from the cool air wafting against it. you teasingly drag a finger down the scarred middle line of his bare-puffed chest, stopping at a hardened row of his brick-made abs. âi wanna try your little routine.â
âyeahh?â geto snickers, sucking in a sharp breath once you spin around, bending all the way over. the helmet that was still on your headâyou put it back on him, watching him scoff at your audacity.
so you stole his profession now, great.
as youâre turned the other way, you slowly wriggle your ass in front of him, putting a hand over your sopping pussy and he kisses his teeth. âtch. donât tease, sweetheart,â and getoâs allured stare fixates on you the entire time. his dilated irises frantically roamed around every and any part of your body like a laser. âfuck,â he grunts, watching you finally make your way on his lap.
getoâs all submissively underneath youâbare ân exposed with his poor tip flushed. its color was a sheeny carmine red thatâs akin to a ripe cerise rose.
a few dried up splotches of cum stick near his weighty sides before he shudders. your ass sits on his flaccid dick before you start to move.
slowly,
youâre rutting into himâjust like he was to you, grinding back and forth. geto looks so pretty though, underneath you. heâs still panting a bit, sweating bullets as you tease him with your crazed hips.
you werenât at his level quite yet, but fuck could you move. geto groans, feeling your sloppy pussy rub off against his dick. you were so close to his tip that his foreskin would peel back a bit. âdo you wanna touch me?â
touché..
geto narrows his eyes at you as you tease him, repeating his exact words from what he said to you earlier.
he doesnât just touch you, he fucks youâ
but in this case . . you fuck him.
geto holds back a moan as heâs watching his claret-colored cockhead disappear between your sappy folds. itâs like a magic trick, and with a âpoof!â half of length vanished within you.
you let off a soft shrilling whine, trying to writhe yourself around his length.
his dick was fat. âeyes-rolling-tongue-lolling-drag-your-nails-down-his back-â type of fat.
and his girth only made things ten times more intense. you felt him rearranging your guts within each prolonged inch you took â literally.
youâre as slow as a snail with the way you try to take him wholly. even as youâre gingerly sinking your bare ass down with his cock snug ân deep inside you, he easily kisses against your g-spot.
itâs happening already, and you donât even realize heâs fully in before a cooing whimper rawly snatches from the back of your dry esophagus. âoh fuck,â you huff, tossing your arms around the dark haired man.
getoâs got the same wide-eye-jaw-dropped reaction to you, and with one arm snaking around your waistâanotherâs tightly gripping onto your right ass cheek.
he spanks it, giving it a short squeeze afterward. your chest starts to heave in quickened intervals, and once he feels you starting to move itâs game fuckinâ over..
âgod, pussyâs âta die for,â he groans, eyes sexily rolling back until his sockets show nothing but white.
you had him whipped, and he can hear your cunt trying to have a word of its own, squelching out cute gargled squelches. you start to ride him at a mere hypnotic rhythmâand getoâs a lot more vocal now.
with his adamâs apple bobbing, both hands of his were now gripping onto your waist now. piles of money surround you too, a few sticking against his sweaty beefy thighs. âfuck me,â he grunts, and itâs more like heâs begging.
geto locks eyes with you, shaggy long bangs running past his eyes before he securely grabs your hipsâtrying to keep up pace with you. âmhm, thaaaâs it. ride it, ride . . the shit out of me, uuughhh.â
â âm trying,â you moan, biting your lip each time his swollen cockhead plummets its way deep.
heâs just so bigâyou couldnât wrap your head around how a guy could be so damn big.
the good kind of big, and each time heâd seep a single girthy inch into you, your stomach would churn like butter. heâs in sooo deep, your legs could barely support yourself anymore and he had to hold you steady.
as he pulls you all the way down, geto reaches waaay inside of your sloppy gripping cunt thatâs oh-so desperate to wring him like a vice.
his thick cock greets your pretty fleshy cervix, mimicking a soft âknockâ before introducing itself with a welcoming pound.
he holds your hips, pumping himself into you again, and again, until your pussy remembered each stroke, each thrust, each fuckinâ letter of his nameâfront to last..
slow but fucking deep.
you gasp, clinging onto his neck before soft hurried pants of âyeah, yeahâ âs scurry past your glossed lips.
getoâs dewy eyes were half lidded and heâs never felt more pussy drunk in his life. trustâheâs had his fair share of women but oh, you were far different. it was something about you, and he just wanted more after each carnal second passed.
youâre so into his dick givinâ your pussy a fuck of a lifetime that you donât even realize your hand was now wrapped around his thick neck. not too tight, but getoâs reaction time was slow also. once he realizes seconds after you did, he sheepishly scoffs before slyly humming.
âgoddd, yâr so fuckinâ hot when you choke me,â he purrs, tugging at the panties that pull to the side of your thighs. of course heâd enjoy it, and as his dickâs still massaging your gummy walls, he moans. âharderrr.â
âdonât be greedy,â you mumble, burying your knees into his bulky thighs.
the way you rocked against him was hypnoticâand getoâs hands remain on your waist.
you nearly shudder, feeling the various cold bands of his rings run and tickle down your skin. heâs in love with your body, and even more in love with the way you feel from the inside.
leaning in close until youâre just inches away from his spit-slicked lips, your thumb runs its way down the bulging ball that lies inside his throat. âsay âpretty pleaseee.â â
âtsk,â geto scowls, and even with a pout heâs effortlessly attractive. your hips continued to champion its way up ân down at a deranged pace as you moved, and his cockâs pumping you full over and over and over. with a vexed grunt, he utters. âpretty please, choke me harder.â
leaning in to kiss the side of his mouth, you whisper a crooning, âgood boy,â and geto whines the moment you add a bit more pressure around his neck.
his hairâs all in his face, and your ass was just ruthless.
ferociously slamming down onto his stout cock, youâre drenching him from the base down with your syrup-coated slick. a bit of your own sloppy arousal glues against the pried apart crevices of your thighsâpasting against his as well.
itâs a mess, and with how close he was getting, he was about to create an even bigger one..
geto felt like he was ascendingâand with how you were riding him, it didnât take him long before heâs close again.
yet this timeâso were you, and you could recognize the feeling all too well. getoâs cock stretched you to capacity, and he grabs the few dollar bills that scatter on the sofa, throwing it at your body whilst you rode him. he makes it rain on you, spanking your ass with a crumbled up hundred rubbing against your stung skin.
âfuck, âm gonna fuckinâ cum again,â he grunts in your ear, feeling your pace accelerate by a mile. you were draining him, preparing to milk him and the thought of him stuffing your cunt full made you pulse.
your tongue salivated at just imagining it..
the warmth, the stickiness, the way itâd spill between your thighs. youâre moaning out sweet noises yourself as you both rut into each other at a demented overzealous pace. getoâs thick thighs clenchâand while youâre letting out cute blubs of his name on repeat until itâs the only syllables your dumb brain could registerâhe pulls you close. ângh, same time, pretty girl. cum with me, letâs make a . . hah, mess together.â
âokay,â you mewl out, both hips pivoting in lascivious unison.
both sweaty mounds of flesh blissfully bounce into at other and each squelch makes you whimper out in ecstasy.
you cup getoâs pecs, smearing a thumb over his pierced nipples and he whines instantly. you lean in to suck against the bars that slash through his tender areola. geto leans back manspread, growling out husky, âfuuuuck!â âs as you hum, giving both his nipples its few seconds of attention.
it lasts for seconds that felt like years, and one you pull away he lets out a cute blasé huff.
as your cuntâs in the midst of overflowingâyour hips tremor once more time before within milliseconds, you both cum.
itâs quick..
and with your jaw dropping and getoâs shoulders fatally sagging after his big, heavy sighâhe starts to fill you up ounce after ounce.
itâs patching hot, and the second heâs beginning to spill ân dump out his perfect ivory ribbons of cum inside of you, you grunt out a melodic finishing, âfuuuck.â
swinish, weak hands grab at your ass as you come undone alsoâwhimpering soft defeating babbles from the sensitive feeling of your cunt spasming right between your jittery numb legs.
you feel static ⊠shock, electricity pulsing through your veins all at once. your entire body was turning haywire. as you start to grow limb right with geto underneath youânirvana runs through each individual axon on your body before you hear a loud âpop.â
itâs more of a sopping squishing sound, and you were so dumbed down from his dick that you didnât even realized how full you were..
peeking down, he filled you to the brim. wads and wads and wads of cum went inside of you and you moan, spreading your ass apart while craning your neck around just to see for yourself.
â âm so full, suguru,â you pant, sliding a thumb down your sputtering cunt thatâs plugged with both his cock and his thin oozing seed. you lick your lips before turning back towards geto and heâs absolutely fucked stupid.
you rode him so good to the point where heâs just stammering out inaudible whines. itâs cute, and you lean in to kiss him once more.
oh.. he was hooked.
he deepens with a few clingy hands feeling at your chest. the kiss gets more passionate rather than sloppy, and as heâs still buried inside of your cuntâhe slowly starts to trail butterfly kisses down your neck. you moan, turning your head before you pull away. âshit, i almost f- forgot.â
âforgot what?â he hoarsely rasps, watching you unalign yourself, plopping down on the sofa with a big content sigh.
geto leans in, allowing his thumb to draw circles around your hips before you reach in for your purse, pulling out another decorated vip pass.
sheepishly, you utter. âmy friends bought me two sessions with two dancers. so i have another one after you,â and you glance at the clock, squinting before you let off a bashful titter. â. . . oh, that was way past thirty minutes.â
âwho? what dancer, sweetheart?â geto utters with a pout. he was still aching, already missing his you felt from the inside. he watches as you squint at your pass that reads the dancerâs stage name and / or full name on the back.
âuhh, it says tââ
âshe means me,â and the both of you spin heads, ogling at the glittery red carpet and decorated pathway that was once covered up.
you could hear geto that laid beside you muttering out a jealous, âfuck,â as you meet the other dancerâs gaze.
heâs wearing a leopard thong with an added on accessory of the most smuggest grin youâve ever seen.
a slashed scar runs down the right side of his crooked curved lips and you spot bills sticking at both sides of his halfway on thong that nearly shows his sharp hips before he hums.
ânameâs toji,â and youâre suddenly being lifted up by strong, tatted brawny arms before he turns around, winking at a very pissed of geto before trodding out the private room with you in his arms.
âiâll take it from here,â and feral green eyes with an even more feral grin. âainât that right, birthday girlll?â
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The Honda Odyssey
Logan Howlett x Reader | smut | 6k words Summary: The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.
I got carried away. I just love Wolvie so much. I'm so happy Logan is getting the adoration he deserves. Long live the Wolverine renaissance.
Warning: smut, p in v, ass play, foul language.
If you had to pinpoint a moment when your life became the shit show it had steadily developed into, youâd say it was the moment you auditioned for X-Force.
In your tenure as besties with Wade Wilson, it's fair to say things hadnât gone smoothly. The man was a conduit to all things fucked up, but you adored his loose morals and quick mouth. The idiot in red had weaselled his way into your heart and became something of a brother to you and more recently a roommate.
Now, if youâd have told your younger self youâd be in your late twentyâs sharing an apartment with a burn victim who regularly staples a toupee to his fucking head and a coke-head, blind, old African American woman, youâd have laughed in their fucking face.
So, youâd like to think that as these things go you are pretty damn well adjusted but traversing the multiverse was a bit of a stretch, even for you.
One moment youâre at Wadeâs surprise party, the next your ass has been zapped to the TVA and youâve been given a sacred mission; to accompany Marvel Jesus (Wade) and protect the sacred timeline.
Naturally youâre fucking mind blown, youâre a low-level mutant, fuck, you couldnât even join the X-Men. Â Your particular set of skills were a dime a dozen and your flagrant disregard of rules had made you a âpoor candidateâ.
No, the mutant powers you had been graced with werenât extraordinary by any means. You were basically an off-brand Captain America, just without the gorgeous cheekbones, patriotism and righteous need to do good.
In layman terms, you are strong as shit and have an accelerated healing factor. Not quite the same level as Wadeâs mind you. You have, give or take, an inconvenient five-minute turnaround on the more fatally debilitating wounds.
To say you were unqualified was an understatement and to say you were reluctant was a simple fact. A fact you repeated, loudly to anyone that would listen as you were bathed in rich black leather.
âI think maybe you meant to grab negasonic teenage whatchacallit⊠sheâs great, super powerful!â You continue. âDid you mean to get Domino or Colossus or maybe one of the X-Men? â
âNo Miss Y/L/N. We have not got the wrong person for the job.â The man you later find out is called Paradox, calls out as you re-enter the operation headquarters. âMr Wilson requested your presence; he wanted your assistance on his mission.â
âY/N/N⊠ten out of ten, baby girl, I one hundred percent would bang. Iâm talking raw dog, Barry White on a rug, letâs go all fuckinâ night.â  Wade hollers in his own brand-new suit and even you must admit, you look fucking amazing. âSweet angel, weâve just gottaâ come up with a superhero name for you!â
You are enrobed in rich thick black and teal leather, your first ever hero suit and itâs a fucking good one. It doesnât cling, but instead pulls you in securing your flesh and extenuating curves, ones you hadnât entirely realised you had. The bottom half your face is concealed with a mask, carefully crafted to follow the contours of your nose and cheekbones.
Youâd barely recognised the mysterious figure in the mirror.
âRight?! Tailor was pretty handsy though!â
âOh yeah, ha! - that man is indeed a predator.â Wade says with a chuckle and a fond sigh.
It shames to you to say but thatâs when you stopped fighting this whole thing. You looked the part of a hero; you thought that maybe the TVA knew what they were doing. That they had seen something in you and knew that you had a good heart under all the darkness that lingered on the surface.
Wrong.
You were just a demand Wade had made. He wanted his number one disciple at his side whilst he carried out his sacred mission. You were part of an attempt at appeasing him whilst they destroyed your timeline.
Little more than a pawn to be used whilst they manipulated him into a false sense of security.
Thus, you were thrown into a series of events far beyond your control when Wade being Wade decided you were hunting down a Wolverine to stabilise the timeline, only to be once again fucking zapped into some place they called the void by that little English shitbird named Paradox. Itâs entirely accurate to say that you were a little less sturdy than your compadres.
Unfortunately for you, the fall from such a height into the void was fatal. When you finally awake in the desolate wasteland to the sounds of blades clashing it is disorientating to say the least.
Forcing yourself to your feet you lower your mask and gasp in the sweet strangely stale oxygen as you stretch out your newly healed spine with a groan. It was impossible to tell how long you were out as you take in the scene before you; Wade and the Wolverine are engaged in a heated battle. From the looks of it, Logan is winning this fight despite being the human equivalent of a knife block with Wadeâs katanas protruding from his chest.
For a moment you pause, perhaps its head trauma that hasnât healed (Heâs fucking Deadpool, he can look after himself for two minutes) and appreciate his form, the Wolverine the two of you had kidnapped was gorgeous. Tch, as if there was any other kind.
Sure, you were biased youâd always been somewhat of a fangirl, but the Wolverine was objectively breath-taking.
Youâd indulged in comics whilst growing up but when you found out he was real and looked the way he did, hell, Wolverine was your sexual awakening. He was the first man to make you feel that tingle in your lower stomach. Yes, you may have been thirteen years old, a ball of puppy fat and social anxiety but youâd been waiting for him ever since.Â
Youâre snapped out of your reverie when Wade loses baby knife in Loganâs shoulder blade, finally you spring into action. In good time as well as youâre not sure if even Deadpool can survive decapitation.
In the singularly most stupid act of your life you throw yourself in front of your friendâs body. âWait, Wait! Please!â Â
Wade has paused behind you, you can feel him weighing up the situation, pausing for a moment to see what youâre going to pull out of the bag.
âThe TVA they can fix it, whatever you did, whatever made you the worst Logan, they can fix it! â They have the power to end universes, but they also have the power to fix yours! Help us get back there and we can fix both of our worlds! I promise, they can fix it.â You plead, itâs not quite a lie exactly, more of an Educated Wish than anything.
Okay it is a lie, but youâre sure that the TVA can most likely, probably, maybe fix his world.
Loganâs eyes lock with yours in that moment you can see that he wants to kill you both and be done with it, but that hope wonât let him. You feel a smidgen of guilt for the deceit, but frankly youâve done worse for less. Your world was on the line it wasnât the time to pull your punches.
Fast forward four exhausting hours, two periods of unconsciousness and one flaying to find yourself sat opposite Wade gagging down cold spoonfulâs of Spam in some dusty ass diner.
You were no better than a man as you watched the Wolverine.
Those arms, those thighs, the way he had beheaded Sabretooth without even breaking a fucking sweat. You wanted him to wrap those instruments of death he called hands around your throat and fuck you dirty until the sun came up.
It had been a long exhausting day and you had been soaking wet for most of it.
Shit, could he smell that? Does that count as sexual harassment? Youâd have to ask Wade.
Logan, however, was utterly dismissive of your advances in the face of what was undoubtedly utterly horrific past trauma. Something you were trying to be understanding about, but self-pity in a man, it just turned you on. I said you had some surface layers of darkness.
Unable to help yourself you gaze at him as he opens a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You are utterly entranced, watching the thick chords in his throat bob as he takes a swig.
That tanned skin where his jaw ends and neck begins, slick with sweat and dirt. Youâd love to sink your canines into the strip below his ear. He must feel your stare on him as he looks up and catches your eyes dark with lust already surveying his person.
It should embarrass you, that every time he peers your way, he catches you gaping at him like a lovesick puppy, but thereâs something about Logan you canât quite put your finger on. The man heats your blood like nothing youâve ever experienced before, maybe itâs that torch youâve carried for him since girlhood, maybe itâs the thick thighs youâd kill to ride â who can say for sure?
In what you assume is against his better judgement, he comes to perch on the booth beside you. His broad shoulders cast an imposing figure as he gets close enough that if you were to move your hand a couple of inches to the right, youâd finally be able to touch that yellow fabric that plagued your tween dreams.
Youâre burning up at the thought of him, unable to stop yourself you part your legs slightly to ease some of the pressure. Logans nose twitches, his head swivels your way and his eyes catch your own. Â
Welp - at least you have your answer about him smelling your arousal.
Deciding that you were most likely verging on sexual harassment charges you decided to focus back in on the task at hand, gagging once again at another spoonful of spam.
âBe a good girl and swallow, Y/N/N, you know the rules!â Wade jokes, your chortle was your only response. What could you say? He always hit your funny bone despite the ocean that was raging in your panties.
Logan stares at Wade for a long moment before turning to your way and addressing you for maybe only the fourth time today?
âWhat are you doing with this fucking clown? You his sidekick? Following him round to laugh at his stupid fucking jokes whilst he gets kids killed?â
âWhy I have never.â Wade is faux outraged at his words, clutching his imaginary pearls as the Wolverine throws around accusations that arenât entirely untrue.
The Wolverineâs expression remains stern as his eyes track your face. They seem to be evaluating your character and from the flare in his nose and crease in his brow you can guess he finds you lacking. Youâre embarrassed to admit how much that deflates you, so you do what you do best; you deflect.
 âI could follow you around and laugh at your jokes instead, if you like?â When you speak your voice has a sultry edge to it and thereâs no mistaking your intentions.
Logan seems to think on your proposition for a second or two, before he huffs grabs his rubbing alcohol and unopened can of Spam and heads over to sit at the bar.
âHoly hot ham and cheese on rye, Y/N, you fucking slut.â Wade berates you though his voice is as light as itâs always been as he boots your shin under the table. âTrying to your holes filled by Wolvie during a world saving mission, Marvel H Christ, stay on fucking task!â
You swear you hear Logan mutter a Jesus Christ from the bar.
Though as Wade continues irritating the hero hunched against bar, you canât help the realisation that he didnât say no.
âYouâre uh⊠well regarded in our world.â Wade complements, being real doesnât come easy to him. You appreciate the effort.
âWell, Iâm not shit in mine.â
âI tried to join the X-Men because of you.â You speak up finally joining their conversation. Wolverineâs back goes rigid, but he doesnât respond. Youâre not sure if heâs waiting for you to continue or hoping youâll stop. âYou made a difference to this world, made me think I could do the same. I just never quite make the cut.â
Logan doesnât seem to have a response.
It seems your words have an effect as you catch him watching you more often. When Wade makes his jokes, he looks to you for validation of his withering looks.
Youâre probably more distracted by this revelation than you should be when the three of you come across a real nasty variant of Colossus seeking out Wade for⊠you want to say⊠revenge?
The not-so-gentle-anymore-giant flips the Honda and tosses both Wade and Logan through the treeline as they advance on him as if they were little more than toys his mother had asked him to pick up.
One by one your bullets ricochet from his metal skin as he comes towards you. You arenât built for this fight; you are completely and utterly outmatched.
All youâre doing at this point is buying yourself some time for your backup to pull themselves from the rubble, however during a particularly spirited cartwheel the metal oaf finally gets his hands on you. Colossusâ metal palm is cold on your throat, and you could swear you hear your neck snapping before you feel it. Â
With a gasp you return to life to find a slightly dishevelled Logan standing above you. By the grace of god, his sleeves have been worn away in the fight, his arms, oh sweet lord, his arms are on full display.
âThought you were a goner.â He offers you a hand when you simply stare mutely his way. Locking your fingers around his wrist he pulls you to your feet. You donât release your hold on him and neither does he.
âDonât throw the party just yet, eh?â You joke weakly, for a second you could swear thereâs a slight raise of the corner of his mouth, imperceptible, if you didnât know what you were looking for. In the past few hours you had become an expert on Wolverineâs face. Â
Your mouth is dry as you take in his thick sweat laden biceps.
âWhereâs Wade?â You query whilst rolling your aching neck as you havenât heard his voice in a record thirty seconds, Logan suddenly remembers himself and drops your hand.
ââfraid Metal man took your clown, was pissed with him and canât say I blame the guy.â
âShit.â You sigh rubbing your temples as you kneel to pick up the dismembered arm of your best friend. âWell â fuck. Thatâll take him a few hours at least to grow back â Heâll be so sad about his suit.â
You peel the fabric from the limb and tuck it under the breast plate of your own suit. Wade will want his glove back when it grows back.
âHe say where he was taking him?â
âOh yeah, that along with his plan for world domination...â Logan huffs as if your mere presence annoys him.
âThought you didnât like sarcasm.â
âI like sarcasm just fine, Bub. Itâs you I donât like.â You canât help but smile his way at the comment made at your expense, his brows crease. âYouâre a strange one.â
âCan you do your sniffy thing?â Its impressive, you thought heâd reached the limit with his scathing looks towards Wade, yet he somehow manages to pull a deeper frown out the vault especially for you.
âSniffy thing?â His words are spoken with such derision, it turns you on a little. You realise that perhaps you are in fact a deeply troubled individual.
âOh, sorry.â You pretend to clear a frog in your throat. âPlease, oh, please, beautiful, handsome Wolverine, please can you locate my bestest pal with your heightened sense of smell?â His face doesnât break despite your hands clasped in front of your chin.
âYouâre just as fucking annoying as that moron.â He huffs âGet in the fucking car, weâll follow his trail.â
âYou can smell him from the car?â
âThe blood, Jesus Fucking Christ, thereâs a trail of blood.â
âAh.â Is all you reply as you find your seat in the passenger side and start your own one on one team up with Wolverine. Its not exactly the way you imagined it, but beggars certainly canât be choosers.
After a few moments of sullen silence, you decide that thereâs no time like the present to form a long-lasting bond.
âWhatâs your world like?â
âNone of your fucking business.â
âOkay... Whatâs the first thing youâre gonnaâ do if they can save your world? I bet its something boring as fuck, like team-â
âWhat did you just say?â
âI bet youâre gonna do something boring like-â
âNo before that.â
âWhatâs the first thing youâre gonnaâ do if they save your world?â You question, his sudden interest in your words takes you by surprise as he has been vacant from your conversation.
The breaks suddenly shriek as the car comes to a stop.
âWhat do you mean if?â
âIâŠâ
âYou said they could fix my world. Undo it all, is what you fucking said.â
âI mean I think they can!â
âYou fucking liar.â The edge to The Wolverineâs voice is terrifying. The realisation trickles down your spine, Logan has been nice to you all this time, youâre finally meeting The Wolverine.
âI didnât lie!â For some reason youâre ashamed of your deceit, youâve murdered countless people and still, youâve felt less remorse. Loganâs eyes pin you in your seat as disgust clouds his face. It hurts more than you can fathom. âNot exactly, I think they can fix your world! â I needed your help and if you killed Wade there was no hope for my universe!â
âI donât give a flying fuck about your universe!â He spits your way; his hands are gripping the wheel in what seems like an effort to keep his cool.
âI know, but I do!â You cry back at him. âYou know how to save the world, youâre the fucking Wolverine! I know how to kill people, but this hero shit, this isnât me!â
âHa! No shit.â There is pure hate in the manâs eyes as he stares back at you.
âPlease, youâre Logan. Whether youâre the worst one or not - Youâre still better than me.â
âGet out of the fucking car.â The words come from between clenched teeth and are filled with warning.
âNo â fuck you.â Your rage breaks the banks to meet Loganâs. Perhaps itâs the guilt, maybe itâs the fear for Wade but something within you snaps at his constant bad temper. âIt was an educated guess and a fucking reasonable one at that, get the fuck over yourself you big bird wannabe geriatric fucker! â
He slams his palms on the steering wheel, his nose flares and his teeth clamp together. Â âFuck me? Fuck you â you sad pathetic excuse for a side-kick. No wonder the X-Men wouldnât take you, and theyâll take fuckinâ anyone. You are a ridiculous, immature, moron who spends her days following around a fucking clown to avoid facing the reality that you are no one. I have never met a sadder, more attention starved asshole in my entire life. You were right about one thing, youâre no fucking hero.â
Its shameful the way your stomach drops, and your eyes involuntarily begin to tear. To hear your hero say the words youâve thought about yourself whilst laying awake at night. Itâs a knife to the gut.
âNothing to fucking say, huh, Angel?â The use of Wadeâs nickname for you is like sandpaper on your skin, it rubs you the wrong fucking way.
âI am going to hurt you now.â Your voice is barely a broken whisper.
âYouâre going to hurt â âHis faux chortle is cut short by a swift punch to his face. Youâre worried you may have been overzealous with your swing when his nose begins bleeding. The Wolverine is stunned for only a moment before he grabs the back of your neck and proceeds with smashing your face into the dashboard and those concerns are quickly put to bed.
The old fucker is strong, but you donât think heâll kill you, yet another educated wish.
âNot so tough nowâŠâ He shouts as the radio channels change with your skull. Pulling a knife from your leg strap you embed it in his thigh and pull the lever to recline your seat whilst heâs distracted, luckily, youâre not there when he swings for retribution.
Though one of his fucking steak knives catches your upper arm slicing through the leather. Warm blood trickles down your arm, staining the beige interior of the poor Honda.Â
Your legs are your strongest asset, so when he attempts to restrain you with the seatbelt, you are presented with your window of opportunity. You wrap them around his neck as you pivot your hips slamming the Wolverine headfirst into the metal of the door. Once, twice, three times - on the fourth he lands a fist to your gut, luckily, he has retracted his claws.
If he was willing to kill you, you wouldnât stand a chance.
Youâre winded struggling to catch your breath from the gut punch, but you manage pull the knife from his thigh that is nestled between your legs and thrust it into his neck, you aim for the spot youâd fantasied about kissing before heâd torn your character apart piece by piece, now you just want to bathe in his fucking blood.
It was the pain that instantaneously made his claws extend. Heâs quick to move them, though he slices through the sides of your suit as he buries them in the chair behind you. Your ribs are a bloodied mess though you donât care, in a few hours theyâll be good as new.
Logan has seized the opportunity and has your arms pinned to your sides, his blood has cooled a little more than yours, he doesnât seem to want to murder you over an argument.
Perhaps heâs more well-adjusted than yourself, that thought alone should concern you, except it just enrages you further.
âYou stupid fuckin-âThe Wolverine starts admonishing you, before you swing your head forward and headbutt him.
Yes.
You really do that.
You headbutt the man with the adamantium fucking skeletonâ at full strength. Its sheer dumb luck you donât crack your own skull in the processâ maybe Logan was right, you are fucking dumb.
âFucking fuck!â You cry grabbing your forehead and writhing. Noone wins with a headbutt, except Logan apparently.
âFucking stop that.â Your writhing has pushed your core against his crotch, and he is already packing quite the heat at what feels like half-mast. He grabs your hips to stop your movement, but it only seems to push you closer. âStop fucking moving.â
The constant arousal youâve felt since meeting him returns in double time, Loganâs nostrils flare and his eyes darken. Itâs debased and youâre ashamed that you want him, you havenât stopped wanting him, despite the awful fucking words that left his mouth minutes ago.
âLike ⊠a little pain Wolvie?â
Its relief you feel, you think, when instead of answering or punching you in the face, he closes the gap.
The Wolverineâs claws retract, and he grabs at your chin. Loganâs mouth utterly devours your own, your front tooth clashes with his own as you push yourself upwards, you pull your knife out of his neck, catching his grunt of pain on your tongue as you begin licking your way down his thick throat.
The vein youâd spotted hours ago is throbbing freshly healed, you sink your canines into the flesh and its as good as youâd fucking imagine. His groan is utterly beast-like as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.
The Wolverineâs throat tastes like salt and iron. Thick, tangy and warm on your tongue as you soothe the bite. It drives Logan wild, thrusting his hardened member against your warmth. One of his gloved hands rises to lock on the back of your neck to pull you into yet another earth-shattering kiss. Â His sharp hot tongue slides against your own, exploring the expanses of your mouth like its his to claim.
You bite at him again then, your teeth catching his bottom lip sharply. Logan groans into your mouth before you use every ounce of your enhanced strength to throw him backwards against the dashboard.
He is taken utterly by surprise as his head slams into the windscreen cracking the glass with a grunt. When he looks your way Loganâs eyes are blackened with desire, he is utterly wild.
Slowly as if afraid to make any sudden moves, you unzip your combat boots, your eyes never leaving his. One boot and then the next.
You thank the TVAâs tailor for making your suit a two piece as you shuffle backwards into the backseat, pushing the thick leather down your legs all whilst maintaining eye contact with the beast leaning against the dashboard.
âYou sure you want this Darlinâ?â
âDarlinâ?â You question mockingly, your voice lowering to imitate his own, as you wantonly spread your legs, your bare leg resting next to the headrest. Only a pair of black cotton panties separate him from your most intimate parts and his eyes are locked on your clothed core. âa second ago it was âPathetic Moronâ to you.â
Your head tilts in question as his eyes lock back on your own, you think perhaps for a moment something akin to regret passes over his face, but youâve never been entirely comfortable with feelings, so you drop your hand into the waistband of your panties, youâve barely circled your opening with your pointer finger before heâs on you.
âThatâs my job, you fucking Moron.â He plunges two bare thick fingers into your heat. Gasping you throw your head back against the headrest, itâs a tight fit and its been a while but the slight burn eases some of the aching in your core. âYouâre fuckinâ soaking wet, you like it huh, bub? Making me bleed?â
Your grab his jaw, your nails digging into his flesh. âIâd like to bathe in-â He scissors his fingers finding that spot inside you and you let out an embarrassing noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. â-Your fucking blood⊠you mean motherfucker.â
Youâre an absolute goner when he starts rubbing your clit, after a day of foreplay your body seizes, and you grab at the nape of his neck trying to find something to anchor you down. But as fast as the build was you come tumbling down just as quickly, when he cruelly withdraws his hands.
âNo! - Wha- what the fuck?!â Youâre almost crying as your torn from the precipice.
Logan flips you over onto your stomach before you can complain any further, your face down on the filthy upholstery as he pulls your panties from your hips. You canât see him from this angle, though you can feel his warm hands tracing the globes of your ass.
You force your knees further apart, pushing your bare soaking pussy against the tight bulge of his yellow suit. If you had enough of your facilities about you, youâd be embarrassed that youâre currently rubbing your cunt against The Wolverine like a bitch in heat after heâd chewed you out only minutes ago.
Loganâs hand dip between your thighs, his fingers swirl along your hole, dragging your wetness along to your aching clit.
âYou think Iâd make it that easy?â He asks as he continues the journey back and forth. On the second pass he dips his finger inside of you for a fraction of a second before resuming its path. âWhat do you want, darlinâ?â
You werenât going to beg, in fact you bit your tongue to stop the traitorous words from forming, this man had already made you abandon most of your self-respect, he wasnât having this.
âLoganâŠâ At your breathy words the man leans forward, pressing his fabric covered cock into your ass as he folds his body over yours. One hand comes down next to your shoulder, the other explore your tits as he rocks himself into your throbbing core. Itâs the perfect storm as he nuzzles into your exposed throat but somehow you manage your words. âFuck me or donât, Iâm not begging, bub.â
He exhales through his nose in what you guess is equal parts amusement and annoyance, but youâre far beyond caring. He places a bite on the spot where your throat meets your shoulder as his body pulls back. Momentarily his hands leave your hips to deal with his own pants. You hear the clank of his belt hitting the car floor moments before you feel the head of his cock, running along your folds.
The head of his cock is thick, and it feels hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick. All of a sudden Logan pushes forward and sheathes himself inside of you with a single thrust.
You try your best to hold in your incoherent moans but to little avail as he pulls back before slamming full force back into you. If you were a human woman, your pelvis wouldâve shattered from the force of his hips against your ass, instead you gather your strength and push back, allowing him deeper. The both of you moan in unison at the depth he reaches.
You grab onto the foam of the seat, ripping through the fabric with your bare hands desperate for an anchor as Logan unforgivingly pounds into you from behind, once again he folds his body over yours, wrapping a palm around your clawed fingers.
â.â He grunts something incoherent into your ear as he picks up the pace, slamming into you repeatedly, slowly picking up his pace. Your core is positively aching as you throb around him, pulling him deeper within you. Â If you were expecting any further explanation, youâre sorely disappointed.
The wolverine pulls back, gripping at your hips keeping you still as he resumes his powerful strokes. Â Loganâs hand dips to your clit, rubbing quick circles sending you barrelling back towards your orgasm. As you begin to clench around him, he pulls your body upwards, his head brushing against the top of the car as he holds you against him his fingers never leaving your clit.
âCome on my cock, Angel.â Unable to stop yourself you clench around him, hearing him talk like that does something primal to you.
You fucking loved Loganâs mouth, you bet he ate pussy like a champion if he played the clit this fucking well.
You stopped fighting it and threw yourself from the cliff, shattering in his thick muscle veined arms as he held you up against him, his cock still viciously plundering your depths.
âYouâre so fucking tight.â He whispers against your neck whispers peppering it with bites.
Logan gives you a few moments to come down from your high before he resumes his punishing pace, you think perhaps youâve reached your limit of pleasure, that the threshold canât possibly be topped until he whispers into your ear in that gruff voice.
âWhat was it Wilson said? Filling all your holes?â The Wolverine asks, his eyes meet yours over your shoulder meaningfully, asking permission as he offers you his thumb. You merely moan your approval and wantonly draw his finger into your mouth, soaking the pad in saliva. Â
Logan yanks your head into a vicious kiss. Itâs a messy one, filled to the brim with need. The hand not currently locked on your neck holding your face to his, travels down your back, through the valley of your bodies. The pad of his pinky runs appreciatively over the globe of your ass, before his hand dips into the crease.
Loganâs thumb runs teasingly against the tight ring of muscle, itâs a foreign experience which makes you startle slightly.
âAnyone ever fucked you here?â He asks as he bites down your neck, delicately pushing you forward until your head rests on the backseat. You shake your head as your eyes close, his cock is buried balls deep within you as he plays with your asshole.
When his thumb finally breaches your tight hole just past the nail, he begins his thrusts once more. His cock fills your pussy from behind and suddenly you feel so fucking full, Its far too much for you.
âFuck⊠Logan.â You gasp almost on the verge of tears as pounds you into the back seat. It seems the ass play has gotten to him more than expected, as his pace has increases.
âWhere?â He asks breathless from the exertion as he pulls his thumbs from your ass and takes a handful of the meat on your hips.
âInsideâŠ. Please ⊠Logan.â You practically beg though youâll never admit it, his rhythm becomes stunted as his hips slam into the back of your thighs.
âGive me something tight to come in, Darlinâ.â Moaning at his words youâre eager to obey as you reach your hand between your own legs and rub mercilessly at your clit. The unforgiving pounding, the grunting and the fingers currently bruising your hips and the burning of your now vacant ass send you sailing over the edge.
You clamp down on him like a vice, groaning unable to hold back your whimpers anymore as he finally bites your neck and pumps his seed deep inside you as far as it can go. Logan grunts like a beast as he pulses deep inside of you.
Logan collapses beside you. Dents in the interior of the van you donât even remember making have appeared from where a stray elbow or knee has hit the metal in the throes of passion.
The Wolverine tucks his cock back in his suit. Ever the gentleman, he uses your black panties to wipe away the cum dripping from your thighs, you havenât got the heart to tell him that when youâre commando redressed in your suit that you can still feel him dripping from you, your pussy uncomfortably slick against the leather.
After dressing, the two of you sit in contemplative silence. Neither one of you has the emotional complexity to discuss what happened and neither one of you will accept fault for your argument that led to it, so, silence reigns.
The tension is sliced in two as Logan leans forward and pushes an errant lock of hair behind your ear in an act so goddamn endearing, you melt. You still wouldnât apologise for lying, because you didnât lie but you can meet him a quarter of the way.
âIâm sorry for calling you geriatric.â You whisper catching his eyes, a small spark of humour leaps into them, youâve seen more emotions from your hero in the past half an hour than you knew he was capable of.
âI shouldnât have-â Loganâs heartfelt apology is cut off by the lead of this goddamn story.
âWell, well, well. Would you look at this, My best friends, Ha! I get fucking kidnapped, an arm ripped off and youâre nowhere to be found? I thought donât worry Wade, they wonât leave you, Y/N/N will come around that corner any second."
Wade has appeared through the passenger side window; he looks a little worse for wear and has a childâs arm growing from his stump, its kind of gross to look at.
"What if Colossus had had his way with me? What then Y/N? I expect this from Wolvie, but not from you! No, no heroic rescue for old Deadpool. I have to save myself because you fuckers are too busy playing hide the adamantium bone! Â Thanks for nothing guys. Now the car has old man sex stank to it, as if this hunk of shit Honda could get any worse!â
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You reap what you sow
Yandere farm brothers x f.reader
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Just your typical luck, your car had suddenly broken down in the middle of nowhere. What will you do now? You canât stay there, thereâs no food or water available. Luckily, you hadnât run out of recourses just yet but it was very close to being gone.
You stepped out of the car and went around it, staring it down with waves of irritation rolling off you. You tried coming up with a plan. The next stop was miles away and it was nothing but a daydream that youâd be able to make it there on foot.
Right as you were about to give up and let the animals take you, the sound of wheels on gravel caught your attention. Turning around, you saw another car speeding towards you. Yes! You were saved! You waved at the person in the car and luckily enough it stopped. âIâm gonna pray itâs not Michael Meyers lost cousin or something.â
The door to the passenger side opened and you spotted a man sitting behind the wheel. He was young, around your age, probably a little older perhaps. He had dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. You instantly noticed a scar below his left eye as you glanced at his face. You had to admit, he was very handsome; in a rugged type of way. You couldnât help but eye how his plain shirt hugged all the muscles on his body. You mentally slapped yourself, âGeez (Y/n), youâre here to ask for help not ogle him like the last piece of cake at the party!â
âYour car broke down?â He asked, looking at the worthless piece of junk that had decided to betray you just minutes ago.
âYeah, it did.â You scratched the back of your head in slight embarrassment. âI couldnât trouble you for a ride, could I?â He was quiet for a moment, in which you hastily added, âNot for long! Just so I can get proper help from a mechanic. I wonât be a bother I promise.â
The man nodded. âAlright then, hop in.â
Your eyes lit up at his response. You gladly took a seat beside him and thanked him again for his help. âThank you so much. Youâre literally saving my life.â
He nodded once more. Guess he wasnât much of a talker. Well not that it mattered much. Youâd only stick around until you got to a town and found someone who could fix your vehicle. You didnât have to be all buddy-buddy with each other. You only had to be happy he didnât seem to want to kill you and hang your organs like Christmas ornaments. The chance of you meeting again was down to basically zero.
Or thatâs what you thought, but life has a funny way of messing with you. It must have a grudge against you or else you wouldnât be seated in the same position you were previously, only it being about 3 hours later. The drive to the nearest town was long(you definitely wouldnât have made it by walking) and when you got there, you found out the one mechanic they had was out of town.
You thought you were going to have to spend the night in a bush, but you were pleasantly surprised to have your muscular helper offer a nights stay at his farm. You were grateful(once more) and also confused. Why was he being so nice to you when he didnât have any reason to? It didnât make sense. The two of you had just met, plus that youâve only spoken a number of times and none of the conversations were noteworthy.
It was after you accepted you got to know his name, Weston. It fit him quite well, you thought. He told you there was a spare room you could use. It would be further away from his, to offer you some sort of privacy. He also mentioned there was one other person living on the farm, his younger brother. If he annoyed you, you could just tell him off, Weston said to you.
Your butt was sore from all the sitting, both in your own car but also from this little trip. The sky darkened and the sun had nearly completely disappeared when you finally arrived at the farm. It looked like you imagined. There was a large house which you assumed was the main house. Behind it was a big, red barn. You thought you could hear the faint sounds of animals.
Climbing out of the car, you glanced expectantly at your host, waiting for his initiative. You didnât want to be rude and march right up to the house. As you were waiting, another figure came into view. He was much like his older brother, with brown hair and eyes to match. He was smiling at the both of you, although you caught a slight suspicion towards you.
âWhoâs the new kid?â He asked his sibling, who gave him a rundown of whatâs happened. You were a bit annoyed at how he called you âkidâ, you were very much a grown person. And heâs one to talk, you were sure he was younger than you, even through all that brawn. He wasnât as tall as Weston but he was no joke either. The younger brother looked at you with sympathy, âReally? Well thatâs unfortunate. Whatâre you gonna do now that the mechanicâs gone- since you need him Iâm guessing you donât exactly know how to fix cars.â
You sighed, âIâm not sure yet. Iâll come up with something tomorrow. Iâm too tired from all the driving and thinking.â
âAlright, I get it. Iâm Lucas by the way.â
You shook his hand. â(Y/n), and thank you for having me. Youâre really saving me here.â
âHaha, well Weston likes to pretend heâs heartless, but heâs really just a giant teddy bear.â Lucas said and smirked as he received a glare from the âteddy bearâ.
âCome in (Y/n), Iâll show you your room.â Weston led you into the house.
Right as you stepped over the threshold, you felt a slight chill. Something felt wrong. You turned around to see Lucasâ beaming face. He tilted his head in confusion.
âEverything good?â He asked, concern lacing his voice. Youâd gotten the impression that heâs a chill guy, but now you started wondering if youâd made the wrong choice.
âN-no, everythingâs great!â
There was no turning back now, you thought as you descended deeper into the house.
It was unfortunate that every time you followed one of the brothers into town again, for supplies and other things, the mechanic was never there. Sadly it seemed like his vacation wasnât over yet which meant no way home for you. However, you didnât have it so bad. The brothers had been kind enough to let you keep staying with them at their farm.
Honestly it was pretty good there. Sure, it wasnât what you were used to, but some change of scenery was good for you. Not wanting to appear lazy, you helped them to the best of your ability around the farm. You couldnât lift heavy things like they could even if you really put your back into it, and you certainly didnât trust yourself to milk the cows; something you could do was cook! Itâd become a routine for them to do their work during the day and youâd make them lunch and then dinner in the evenings. Youâd never seen yourself as a homemaker, though this was kind of fun. Maybe it was the heat poking your brain or it was that you genuinely enjoyed their company.
Besides, it was really nice looking out the kitchen window and catching a glimpse of them at work. You werenât proud, but it did something for you. The way droplets of sweat ran down their backs, not in a gross way though, in an appealing manner. During the instances they took of their shirts, you got a front row seat to see the muscles in action. You now knew Lucas had stone-hard abs and that Weston had a very nice back.
Despite the fun in getting to know both of them individually, there were some things you couldnât deny making you uncomfortable. For example, there was the curfew. That one had a good explanation; there were wild animals sometimes running around and they didnât want you to get hurt. That made perfect sense! Though you couldnât shake off that one time you couldnât sleep and had gone outside on the porch for some air. You were just relaxing and looking at the bright stars when shouting woke you up more than your insomnia. Lucas had come rushing towards you in panic. Heâd frantically asked you what you were doing up. You responded honestly and he slowly calmed down. He said you shouldnât go out by yourself anymore. If you canât sleep you can see the stars perfectly from the living room window, or better yet, you can come to one of their rooms instead.
Then there was the room furthest back in the barn. Although it could be excused as well, they told you thatâs where they slaughtered the animals. But you could swear you heard something from inside, something that doesnât sound at all like a cow, a pig or a chicken. Suspicion arose in you, but fear held you in a chokehold and prevented you from investigating. However nice they were to you, there was no way youâd risk pissing them off. Especially since the mechanic still wasnât back which meant you had no way to escape, if it would be necessary.
Lucas had been right, Weston wasnât as scary as he seemed in the beginning. Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges but he had sweet moments too. Once during one of your little adventures on the porch, Weston had suddenly appeared by your side, giving you a scare. He apologised and asked why you were out. You were worried he would get angry considering youâd just recently had the âno more going outâ- conversation with Lucas. To your surprise he chuckled at your nervous demeanor and did not reprimand you. He told you that in his opinion, Lucas was too paranoid for his own good and sometimes didnât know when to stop. You donât have to walk on eggshells, though you probably shouldnât wander off the porch after dark. Better to be safe than sorry, right? Afterwards he declared heâs going to bed before wrapping you in a blanket, you didnât even notice he had it with him until he turned you into a burrito. He was very sweet in his own way, you realised. From then on you paid more attention to the affection he undoubtedly showed. Sometimes it was hard to see, but it was definitely there.
Lucas on the other hand was more open with his affection; pulling you into hugs, asking about your day, petting your hair. All these thing he did daily. He, too, was incredibly sweet. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend that him and Weston shared DNA. They were so different. The only thing confirming their relation was little things how their eyes lit up the same way or how their smiles were similar(if you were fortunate enough to witness Weston smiling, that is). Lucas also had a protective streak. He constantly worried over your safety and wellbeing. Which was kind of nice, when he wasnât nagging you about it every five seconds.
You better listen to them. Itâs all for your best. Because if you donât, you might end up walking into the barn, and then you might end up finding the remains of the mechanic youâve been so desperately looking for. And that wouldnât be very good now, would it?
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So, it's basically canon that Pro Heroes come to assist heroes in training at UA, right?
Just imagine the horror the new generation of heroes would face when they realize that their opponent for training that day is none other than the Number Two Pro Hero, Dynamight.
It's a hero team vs villain simulation - a joint practice between both hero course classes - Katsuki basically has free range to destroy the mock city UA had built and the students had to prevent him from doing so, which was really just a waste of money because of the Pro Hero's already destructive tendencies.
He already had to regulate himself for Pro Hero work, so this was really just waving the reg flag in front of the bull.
Needless to say, they all got their asses kicked, all 40 of them. Whether it was due to falling debris or evading explosions, all of them were forced to wave their white flags eventually.
The students weren't so much in shock, they were in awe, of how a Pro Hero could be so powerful and intimidating, and well...badass.
Their main takeaway? Katsuki Bakugou was an impenetrable force to be reckoned with.
Or... at least for a few minutes.
You can imagine the shock on their faces when the grim and serious expression on Dynamight's face melts instantly when he hears a voice speak up behind him.
"Katsuki, if you keep frowning all the time, you're going to get wrinkles."
He turns around, a rare smile stretching across his face as he stares at you, his wife, like you're the only person in the world at that moment, like you're the only one that matters.
"Tch. I don't get wrinkle lines, woman. Yer just seein' things."Despite his slight harsh words, they're softer, somehow, and the happy twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable.
The students gape at each other. The Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou , in love? The same pro hero that was wreaking havoc and creating carnage in his wake was the same one now staring at his wife with a dopey grin and peppering kisses across your face.
"Katsuki!" You whine, but it looses its credibility as you start to laugh at his antics. "What's gotten into you, huh?" you ask, a little softer, so that only he could hear.
He looks at you, a soft look in his eyes as he kisses you gently and lovingly pulling away to admire your pretty face.
"M'just feeling sentimental I guess... We were probably their age when we started dating huh?" He says, referring to the students.
You snort, recalling the time when Katsuki first asked you out. "Aww...is my baby feeling sentimental? You were a dork back then."
Katsuki looks offended and his grumbles, nipping your jawline in annoyance."Oi. I was not a dork back then. If anything, Izuku was the dork."
You smile teasingly, kissing his nose, effectively shutting your explosive husband up.
"Is that so? Because I recall you had your All Might posters set up in chronological order of his costume eras."
Katsuki's ears turn red and his large hand wraps around the back of your hand, burying your face in his chest.
"Shaddup woman. Yer the one who fell for this dork in the first place."
You laugh, your voice muffled by his chest, but he can still hear you just fine. Looking up at him you smile.
"You may be a dork, but you're my dork."
The students watch is abosolute shock, mouth gaping open as they wonder how the hell you were able to render Katsuki Bakugou to the sappy man they saw in front of them.
A/N: He's so silly I love him đ„°
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The Tattoo (part two)
After scarabias overblot, and seeing what ace and Deuce were willikg to do for you, you were so touched that you decided ro get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-
I'd you wanna read the while prolouge, then it's here
Floyd feels a lot. He feels betrayed and enraged over the tattoo, feeling the urge to fight those two damn guppies you call friends. How dare you betray your mate like this, you were meant to be! Atleast he will show you that he will fight for his mate, if that's good or bad that's for you to decide...
He hates the tattoo, yet as much as he hates it he can't really put the anger onto you. It's that damn mackerel and crabs fault! They must have forced you into it! Don't worry, like the good mate he is he will mark over their dumb marks, showing who's boss. He hates hurting you but he needs to do what has to be done to show that you're his...
Jade is... off. As soon as he hears about the tattoo his composure just, shatters. He cant understand why you would play him like this, you're quite cruel aren't you? Playing him like this, making him lose his composure... you want him to kill to show how much he cares? Because he will- in fact, he will use any dirty tricks in the book to make sure he wins, magic or not..
If magic won't work, he will result to desperately trying to insert himself into your life more than he already has. You'll have a personal butler at this point, one begging for your attention and affection,, to think all this started because of a harmless tattoo...
Azul is about to throw up. The world is spinning, he feels like he is about to throw up. This can't be happening, right?? You, you really hate him don't you? Why else would you get those two troublemakers a tattoo but not him...
The desperation gets worse, the longer he thinks about it. He cant stop crying, having to lock himself in the vip lounge so nobody sees how this issue has reduced him to a sobbing little crybaby. The desperation turns somewhat into determination, the urge to write up the best contract ever to make you happy, maybe throw in a little condition where you need to get a matching tattoo with him..
Jamil is about to have another overblot. He, he is the reason? His overblot? He can't, he cant take it. Being the main reason for the tattoo makes him lose his mind. He avoids you for a week, nor being able to look at you without losing his composure and crying on the spot.
Desperation grows, turing ugly. He cant control himself, searching you out after a week of not seeing you. He begs for forgiveness, for you to not hate him, please, he begs you... He needs you, he needs you in his life, he needs you to love and cherish him, to be your number one.
Kalim feels off. This is one of the few times where he doesn't get what he wants. It's an unknown feeling, a hated feeling. He could be fine with anything else, bur a tattoo of your friends? Isn't he your friend too?? Is it because of the overblot that happened at his dorm? He will get you anything if it means that you'll forgive him! Please, he is begging you..
The jealousy grows, turning into an ugly mess. He cant help but hate on the Adeuce duo, hating them for taking you from him. He tries to endlessly gift you anything you look at for more than a second, trying to get you to spend countless hours at scarabia with several parties a week that always end in a romantic carpet ride. He tries really hard, okay? Just let him show you he is the best choise...
Epel is enraged, how dare you? The emotions get too intense, and he storms off. He cant believe you, picking favourites in your group? They may have been there before you but he loves you way more than they could ever love you!
He is in constant state of dissaray the first day, his anger rising the more he thinks about it. The anger stops being directed towards you and instead those two dumbasses, Ace and Deuce. He cant stand their asses! Going straight to battle living shit out of them.
Only, that isn't how it goes for him. He gets his ass kicked with everyone he tries to fight, getting so beat up he can barely stand up straight. Oh well, he can atleast leech off of you to nurse him back to health. You have to, please, he is begging for some alone time with you...
Also please someone help him with getting a new blazer, his old one is currently torn to shreds. The fights he got into wasn't really that good for him, since he is trying to fight people twice his size. Only for you, he would only go so far for you...
Rook feels... nothing. He can't bring himself to feel emotions currently, too stuck up on the tattoo. Sure, it's such a beautiful thing you care enough for someone that you would permanently etch that into your body. But why? Why couldn't it have been him? He is your friend too (he wish he was more to you, but that can wait, he will wait eons for you, only you)...
You feel bad for the man, wondering why he was so down all of the sudden. You still care about him (you care for everyone, they're you're friends after all), deciding to let him stay the night at ramshackle. He is forever grateful for your endless kindness, swearing to get into your good graces just so he can one day also get a tattoo..
Vil is desperate, he is emotional. The pain of not only comming second, but THIRD in your heart, it feels like you are stabbing him over and over again in the heart. He cant breathe, he cant stop the tears wellinh up in his eyes, he cant stop the emotions overflowimg his poor body. Why would you do something so heinous to this poor actor, he only wanted your love...
He has been acting since he was a little kid, yet this time he cant control his emotions, the stakes are too high. Your love is on the line! He can't stand to look himself in the mirror, feeling way too ugly for his emotions, his outbursts, his feelings. He wants to be enough for you, and he will do anything to achieve that..
THERES PART TWO DONE!!! The literal biggest thank you to @artdolliewishes for helping so much and expanding on the au with me!! It means so much to me that someone cares about a project I've done as much as I do :,)
Also I'm very sorry for being so delayed on posting, I went to the ER and all, I swear the students of nrc was trying to kill me lmao
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He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problemâa distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.
It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.
âGood morning, Mr. Riley.âÂ
âItâs just Simon,â he tells you as he takes his card off the counter.Â
The following day, itâs the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.
He nudges Simon with his elbow. âSheâs kinda pretty, huh?â
âSay it any louder, and sheâll hear you, mate,â he grumbles.
Simonâs not blind; of course, he knows youâre pretty, but he doesnât have time to commit to anything outside of workâeven if you smile at him like youâre happy to see him and how heâll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.
Honestly, itâs that youâ
(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think itâs just for him because on the days he doesnât come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)
Itâs weird because itâs almost like youâ
(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasnât talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again.Â
Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)
He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.
Youâre justâŠheâs not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.
Sometimes, he wishesâ
(Simon doesnât know what heâs doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. Heâs dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isnât like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.
Then you walk into the bar in a dress thatâs probably too light for early spring in Londonâeven though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the tableâand he wishes he wasnât introducing you as his friend.)
But youâ
(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gymâs business cardsâitâs weird that we donât have each otherâs numbers, so message me sometime or whateverâand he messages you âheyâ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later.Â
It slowly shifts and changes over time.
You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, itâs better.)
You really areâ
(His house feels too hot, and heâs distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.
It feels monumentalâsomething more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the barâa tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place.Â
He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.
âCan IâŠwould youâfucking hell,â Simon runs a hand through his hair. âCan I kiss you?â
When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissingâhim licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.
âIâve wanted to do that for a while,â you mumble, lips brushing his.
âMe too,â and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)
âI knew youâd be trouble,â he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.
âOh, yeah?â you giggle, leaning into his side.
âYeah,â the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. âA real pain in my ass, love.â
âBut yours.â
This time, he does smile. âYes, but mine.â
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May I request a five x reader where they are living domestically and just being happy and lovey dovey especially experiencing everything they did together while being in the apocalypse, the time commission, stoping the other apocalypses etc (five x Lila doesnât exist five x Lila doesnât exist five x Lilia doesnât-)
a/n: this piece is basically a big fuck you to s4 so enjoy five being happy and domestic with reader and not his own brotherâs wife. also five and reader are mentally older adults but physically in their twenties
warnings: language, fluff, mentions of pregnancy
summary: now that the timeline has been fixed and the world is no longer in danger, five can enjoy a peaceful life with you
The sunlight that bleeds through the curtains is almost blinding as Five begins to stir himself awake. Stretching out his limbs until he hears a satisfying pop, he lets out a sigh and moves to reach out for someone that isnât there. Your spot in bed is still warm which means you havenât been gone for long, but Five still rises with a sense of urgency when greeted with your absence. Call it muscle memory from dealing with multiple kidnapping ploys against you or an old habit that just wonât die off after having to remain vigilant when protecting you from the enemy, but the poor boyâs heart always skips a beat when you go missing.
He finds you in the kitchen brewing a fresh pot of coffee, your back to him as you hum along to the radio that plays on the counter and search for Fiveâs favorite cup in the cabinet. He has to pause and take a breath to remind himself that youâre not in danger, your life of protecting timelines and ending apocalypses is over, and the fresh start youâve made for yourselves isnât in any jeopardy. Youâre real, youâre alive, and youâre his.
âMorning,â Five softly calls with a careful smile as he rests a hand on the small of your back and presses a tender kiss to your lips.
âGood morning,â you great cheerfully before handing him his cup of coffee. âI didnât hear you get up. Did I wake you?â
âNot at all,â he assures you before taking a hearty gulp of the hot liquid. After years of being together you know how to make Fiveâs coffee just the way he likes it and could probably do so in your sleep if asked. Your thoughtfulness is just one of the many traits of yours that have him wrapped around your finger always.
âWe need to go grocery shopping,â you note dutifully as you peek your head into the fridge in search of breakfast. Frowning, you announce, âWeâre out of eggs, so I guess itâs frozen waffles for breakfast.â
âWhy donât we go out for breakfast today?â Five suggests with an innocent shrug.
âReally? But you hate breakfast places. They can never make your coffee right.â
âI also hate seeing you eat frozen waffles three days in a row,â he reminds you with a wry chuckle. Maneuvering you out of the way, Five closes the fridge shut and gives you a gentle nudge in the direction of your shared bedroom. âGo on, get dressed. You can wear that new dress you bought the other day.â
âYouâre right!â You exclaim with an excited gasp and rush off to your room before Five can change his mind. Not that he would, of course. Five would do anything to see you happy after all the shit heâs put you through in your time together. Sometimes he still wonders why you ever agreed to marry him, perhaps a slip of sanity or lack of care for your own wellbeing, but he wasnât one to complain. He liked living the quiet life with you, and he wouldnât change it for the world.
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The night air is cool against your bare shoulders as you sit comfortably upon the porch swing and listen to the cicadas sing their evening song. The sun has long since set, but the string of lights that hang above you are enough to allow you to see the pages of your color by numbers book. Beside you, Five sits with a book in one hand while the other rests atop of your legs strewn across his lap. He enjoys sitting in the silence of your company as you remain glued together despite partaking in your own hobbies separately.
âWeâve been married for thirty years,â you state simply, breaking the silence but never once breaking your focus from your coloring book.
âSure have,â is Fiveâs thoughtful reply. Setting his book aside, your husband gives your calf a gentle squeeze and turns to look at your concentrated features.
âNot including your siblings, itâs always been just us. Together in the apocalypse, partners under the Commission, husband and wife.â
âIs that a bad thing?â He asks, not quite sure what point youâre trying to make. Are you rethinking the marriage? Are you finally starting to have regrets about marrying him? He watches with bated breath as you set your materials to the side and finally meet his anxious gaze.
âI want to start a family of our own,â you finally confess, nervously fidgeting with your wedding ring as you await his response with hopeful eyes. âI donât want it to be just us anymore.â
Sighing, Five leans his head back and shuts his eyes as he processes your request. He canât say heâs surprised by your question; heâs noticed the way you eye babies in public, how you linger just a little too long to admire the window display of the infant clothing store at the mall, how youâll hold the twins for hours in your arms and refuse to give them back until Diego has to physically pry them from your grasp. Itâs only natural for you to feel this way, but thatâs not the problem. The problem is Five isnât exactly sure how he feels about becoming a father.
âI donât know,â he admits carefully, taking great caution when choosing his next words so as to not upset you. âHaving a kid, becoming parents⊠it changes everything.â
âI know we couldnât before because there was the Commission and then the multiple apocalypses, and thatâs why I never asked. But Five,â you urge gently, shifting to sit yourself up on your knees so you can reach over and take both of his hands in your own, âall of that is done with. We fixed the timeline, and all that end of the world nonsense is over with for good. No one is coming after us anymore or trying to kill me to get to you. We can properly grow old now and have a simple life together, wasnât that always the goal?â
The boy is silent as he mulls over your speech. Youâre completely right; saving the world and resetting the timeline to its proper place in order to ensure you and his siblings could have the lives you deserved was always the end goal. But after spending his entire existence trying to complete that task, he finds it hard to adjust to his new life of normalcy. Perhaps heâs not exactly scared of becoming a parent, but scared of what a baby would mean in the grand scheme of things. It would be proof that his work is truly over now, that he can turn his survival mode off after having it set to fight for so many years, and thatâs a big adjustment for someone like him.
But when he looks at your hopeful gaze and sees the way you anxiously worry your lip between your teeth, he realizes that heâll do anything to give you the happy life you deserve. He brings one of your hands to his lips and holds it tight as he murmurs his answer into the skin of your palm.
âIf you think weâre ready, then Iâm in.â
âYou mean it?â You gasp while doing your best to withhold your excitement. Your eyes are wide and full of hope as Five lets out a soft chuckle before giving you a reassuring kiss.
âWe survived the end of the world several times, how scary could raising a baby really be?â
He isnât given an answer to his hypothetical question as you fling yourself into his arms and assault his face with multiple kisses along his skin. Itâs safe to say his answer has eased your anxieties, and the boy can only laugh as you express your gratitude.
âIâm so happy you agree!â You exclaim giddily, your hands coming to rest upon his chest to ground yourself as you then suggest to Fiveâs surprise, âLetâs start trying tonight!â
âWhat?â
~~~
âThat has to be the tiniest Hargreeves Iâve ever seen,â Klaus gushes adoringly as he takes in the details of the ultrasound photo in front of him. âLook at the little peanut, isnât it precious?â
âI canât believe Five is actually going to be a dad,â Allison notes in astonishment as the three of you turn your gaze to see him arguing with Diego over the proper way to baby proof your home while Ben eggs them on and ruins Lutherâs efforts at trying to keep the peace. Youâre only two months along, but Five is anxious to ensure that everything is perfect for your childâs arrival.
âYou know, you might just be the first 65 year-old woman to give birth,â Klaus points out cheekily. âYou should be in a world records book or something.â
âVery funny,â you retort sarcastically before taking back the ultrasound photo to hang up on the fridge. You falter for a moment when your eyes remain stuck to photo and your brain works on overdrive to commit the image to memory as best as you can.
âEverything okay?â Viktor asks after noticing the sudden change in demeanor.
âI just canât believe this is real,â you murmur quietly, blinking back tears that threaten to spill. âAfter everything weâve been through and everything weâve lost, I guess a part of me worries that one day Iâll wake up and this will all have been a dream.â
âI know how that feels,â Allison assures you with a comforting squeeze to your shoulder. âBut I promise you this isnât a dream, and whatever you need weâll be there.â
âBecause youâre family now,â Viktor adds on with a confident nod. âAnd we look out for family no matter what.â
âEven though at one point in our lives weâve all thought about killing each other,â Klaus notes humorously before giving you a tight squeeze.
âEverything okay over here?â Five asks, appearing at your side and placing a comforting hand on your back as you all turn your gazes towards the fridge and admire the newest addition to the family.
âEverything is perfect.â
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MDNI, f! reader, she/her pronouns used, wc: 3.3k, flashback of how you met (1st part of the fic, past tense used, then we jump back to present, divider used to separate the two timelines. both take place on his birthday btw), suguru makes an appearance (as satoruâs wingman :3), established relationship (youâre married & have a daughter), reader wears a dress, first time face sitting + riding (oral, f! receiving), pet names (baby, my love), he cums in his pants, breeding implied at the end (sort of, to avoid spoilers)
a/n: happy birthday to my biggest mental illness âĄ
side note: if the story of how you met sounds familiar to you, please note that it was from one of my talk posts from a while ago & i decided to make use of it : )
what gojo satoru wants â he always gets.
after all, itâs how he made you his as well.
âsatoru, youâre staring way too hard at herâ, suguru nudged him on the arm.
âthink she noticed, too?â, satoru chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning slightly red from embarrassment, unsure if it was because he got caught or that it was too obvious he was checking you out.
âvery likely. i mean, itâs hard not to notice an annoying pair of blue laser beams persistently invading your spaceâ, suguru mocked. âare you going to talk to her?â
âyesâ, satoru firmly replied, without peeling his eyes from you, âiâll ask her out, i thinkâ
âhey, hey. slow down thereâ
ânopeâ, satoru shrugged, almost like a stubborn child disobeying his parent, âiâve made up my mind â i really want to make her mineâ
it was a pure coincidence, or some might say fate, that you ended up in the same restaurant â he was there celebrating his birthday with a small circle of friends while you were present to honor your colleague that had just gotten a promotion at work.
satoruâs eyes relentlessly followed your every move, every gesture, from the moment you walked in and settled on the table next to his. it was rather unusual for him to be this interested in someone simply upon sight, in fact, even desiring to pursue something with someone so immediately. it was always the other way around â women would flock to him because of his looks and peculiar behavior, and of course â his money â but he would turn them down without batting an eye. love and seeking romance were never a priority for him, he did not have time nor any interest in them. but here he was, contradicting himself, being blatantly distracted by your presence while somehow trying to simulate an active conversation with his friends, more than frequently averting his gaze to look at you, his brain busy coming up with a plan to get your number by the end of the night.
it didnât take him too long to finally make his move. he stood up from his chair and walked over to your table, stopping right behind your seat.
âexcuse meâ, he leaned in, placing one hand at the edge of the table and the other â at the back of your chair, âhelloâ, his face mere inches away from yours. taken aback by the way he, a complete stranger, had the guts to get this close to you, you turned to face him with a questioning look.
âi felt like i would regret it for the rest of my life if i didnât come say hi to youâ, he spoke.
truth be told, despite being astounded and a bit put off by his approach, you were slightly intrigued. he was handsome, pretty even â like that one oddly eye-catching cloud in a sky full of thousands that you notice as soon as you look up. the white henley shirt he was wearing made the blue in his eyes pop even more, the v-neck revealing a little bit of his well-crafted chest, just enough to leave you tiny bit wondering about the ridges of his abs beneath.
as much as the scenery up close made your cheeks feel hot, his boldness rubbed you up the wrong way, too much to let it just slide, and you snapped. âis that so? well, now that youâve said your hi, you can go back to your table and live with no regrets for the rest of your lifeâ, you rolled your eyes skeptically, pushing his hand off the table.
âoh, i am sorryâ, he chuckled, brushing his hair back with a hand, âbut there are three more things i need to do before leaving, iâm afraidâ
you raised an eyebrow, questioning.
âfirst, let me introduce myself â i am gojo satoru, also known as the man to be your boyfriend, then your husband, and then the father of your childrenâ, he smugly said. your eyes widening at the audacity of his declaration that left you at a loss for words. âsecond, i hope you donât mind introducing yourself as well â as you are to be my girlfriend, then my wife, and then the mother of my children â itâs only natural that i know your nameâ, he continued, âand last but not least â i am not leaving until you give me your number so we can make this all workâ
wow. this man was really fucked in the head, you were sure of it â who in the right mind would speak such nonsense to someone they just met? âyou have to be joking, right?â, you laughed in genuine disbelief.
âno. i am dead seriousâ, he replied in a heartbeat.
âis this your move? you pull this on everyone you find remotely attractive?â, you narrowed your eyes.
âactuallyââ, suguru interrupted, placing a hand on satoruâs shoulder as he approached from behind, ânoâ, he spoke. âbelieve me when i tell you this â heâs never been this smooth in his entire life. i know he probably came off a bit creepy, considering the boldness of his actions â hell, even i am creeped out because itâs pretty unusual for him to act like thisâ, he laughed, glancing at satoru to let him know that he got his back on this. âbut, what iâm trying to say is â my friend here seems to really like you as iâve never seen him be so intense and interested in anyone before. heâs also a birthday boy today â so could you at least give him a chance before turning him down so quickly? you can come sit with us before you make up your mind on whether you want to give him your number or not?â
you thought for a second, weighing the options in your mind â he was pretty, although he annoyed you a little bit by being all bossy and arrogant as if you were compelled to belong to him just because he said so. but there was just something about him you couldnât quite put your finger on that made you question yourself. were you actually drawn to him? you could say ânoâ and never hear from him again, occasionally pondering over the what-ifâs and should-haveâs from this night; or you could say âfuck itâ and see where this strange encounter goes, and live your life without regrets â as he would say. there â he was already getting under your skinâŠ
âwellâ, you sighed, âguess iâm down for thatâ
by the end of the night not only did you give him your number, but also a promise for a date the next day â the first of many to follow after.
âcareful, youâll wake her upâ, you whisper, leaning against the doorframe of your 3-year oldâs room and watching your husband place a soft peck on your daughterâs forehead.
âcanât help itâ, he speaks quietly, âshe looks like an angelâ, before fixing the blankets around her, making sure sheâs tucked in all cozily. âthe nanny said she cried for papa while we were goneâ, he puts a hand over his mouth to stop his lips from trembling, his eyes filled with nothing but love and tenderness, welling up and flowing from the corners.
âsheâs such a daddyâs girlâ, you sigh, a soft smile present on your face, ânext year we can stay home and invite everyone else over â that way we wonât have to worry about missing her bedtimeâ.
âyeaâ, he hums, âletâs do that next yearâ, giving her one last kiss before turning off the night lamp and tiptoeing to you. âcome onâ, he puts a hand at the small of your back as you both walk out of the room.
âdo you rememberâ, satoru speaks softly into your ear while walking behind you on your way to your shared bedroom, his front flat against your back, the hand at the small of it now circling around to rest over your navel, while the other â reaches for the handle of your bedroom door to push it open, âthe night we first met on my birthday?â, he continues after carefully guiding you inside.
you stop in the middle of the room, his arms still wrapped around you from behind, your hands resting over his and playing with his knuckles.
âhow can i not?â you chuckle, tilting your head back to let him rest his chin on your forehead, âthat was one hell of a fortune telling you pulled on me back thenâ
âbut i was right, no?â, he brushes his lips on your forehead before leaving a soft peck, âsee â youâre all mine now, just like i saidâ, and then another, âi made you my girlfriend firstâ, and another, âthen i gave you my last nameâ, and a fourth one, âand then you gave me a beautiful daughter, made me a fatherâ, before turning you around to face him.
âyou partly owe it to suguru though â he eased me into the situation, unlike youâ, you reply, humbling him like you always do. your head is nestled on his broad chest as one of his hands caress the back of it. still in his embrace, he slowly walks you towards the bed. sits at the edge of it and straddles you on his lap. his palms finding their way to the plush of your thighs draped over his, caressing them tenderly but needily as his fingertips press and then release against your flesh in quick repetitive motions.
âthis is because i asked him to give me a hand in case you cut me offâ, he admits, tilting his head to meet your lips, not to kiss but just to keep them brushing against each other as you speak. he loved doing this a lot.
âoh?â, you gasp into his mouth, pretending to be shocked to your core, âyou wanted me so much that you of all people, the gojo satoru, had to ask someone else for help?â
âyou have no idea. if that hadnât worked, i wouldâve fallen on my hands and knees and begged you to take meâ, one of his hands reaching the side of your face, playing his fingers on the strands of your hair covering your cheek before tucking them behind your ear.
âhmmâ, you doubt, âis that so?â, nuzzling your nose against his.
âmhmmâ, he nods, âthereâs nothing i wouldnât do for you, i thought you knew that by now. it kind of hurts my feelings that you doubt me actuallyâ, he acts offended, pursing his lips and turning his head to the side to face away from you.
âoh my, what have i done nowâ, you knit your brows and press your cheek against his, pretending to be very, very sorry about what you just said.
âyou made the birthday boy sadâ, he huffs a silly, somehow obviously forced, pout, âyouâve got to make it up to me somehowâ
âiâd do anything to make the birthday boy smile again â just say the wordâ, you sweetly pamper, patting the top of his head.
âreally?â
âreally.â
âanything?â
âanything.â
âyou promise not to go back on your word?â
âi promise.â
he pulls his cheek away from yours and looks you in the eyes, the blue in his shining with a darker shade of mischief now. and considering the smug smile on his face, you sigh â perhaps you just got yourself played, falling face down into his little trap.
âthenâ, he points at his own face, âsit on itâ
to say you were surprised by his request would be a lie. heâs many times tried coaxing you into doing this in the past but somehow you managed to avoid it, part of you still shying away from it. itâs not like his tongue has never been inside you before. but riding it as if it were his cock seemed way more obscene in your head than anything you two have ever done previously â and youâve done pretty much a lot.
âwellâ, you sigh in defeat, seems like the time has finally come, âtodayïżœïżœïżœs your lucky dayâ, you say as you get up from his lap and turn your back â a signal for him to unzip your dress â to which, of course, he immediately complies.
âas it should beâ, his crafty fingers work the slider down, slowly peeling the dress off your body and letting it fall on the floor, followed by your lace thong and bra, âitâs my birthday after allâ
âthe way you always find a way to make things go your way gets on my nerves so muchâ, you turn around again and push him on the bed and slowly climb on top of him to straddle his chest.
âmake a wish before you blow the candleâ, you look down at him, your pussy close to his face, the scent of you tickling his nostrils, and he, instinctively almost, takes a deeper breath, rolling his eyes back and hissing with delight.
âfreakâ, you quickly look away, embarrassed, but he cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him again, âi want you to look at me as you ride my faceâ, his voice comes out breathy, âwill you do that for the birthday boy?â
you nod into his palms, âyouâre insufferableâ â âsuffocate me thenâ, he coos through a grin, grabbing your knees to pull you forward until youâre above his face.
âjerkâ, you say, but softly, as you lower your cunt on his willing mouth, landing your softness on his face in slow motion, immediately earning a throaty groan from him that shudders through your pussy lips.
satoru breathes deeply in and out with your heat on his mouth, the scent of you hitting his lungs and even below, reaching all the way down to his groin to further nurture his cock already throbbing in his slacks. his hand reaching down to unbuckle them slightly, to give more space for his hard-on to grow freely.
âmoweâ, he muffles incoherently into your pussy, grabbing a handful of your ass cheeks to push you against his face, tilting his head up and down, jutting his jaw up and out to meet you.
you whimper at the friction, your clit bumping and rubbing against his nose as his lips are kissing your folds, his tongue slowly poking at your entrance with the tip before darting in â twirling around your walls â and out.
ânghhâŠs-sa-t-toââ, you barely cry out his name, tugging at his hair, mercilessly pulling him into your heat. as much as you hated to admit it, you loved this position. your embarrassment long gone and forgotten, you ride his face in a haze, your pussy getting wetter against his mouth and your movements â faster and harder each moment.
âheawen on my fongwueâ, he groans. if he could speak properly right now, he would probably make the nastiest, dirtiest remarks, shamelessly walk you through every single thing he was feeling as you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding on his face. he would probably say something about your boobs, too. how they looked so pretty jiggling ever so slightly from the movement. he canât speak right now, yes, but he can still get his thoughts reach you through actions â his hands run along your belly, gripping your breasts from below, squeezing and squishing them inside of his palms.
you clutch his hands with yours, âi canât hold this position for too longâ, and force them down on your hips for support. you hear him say something through a loud groan but itâs barely recognizable â most likely just him cursing âfuckâ and âbabyâ from pleasure under your pussy, but also from the ego boost you just gave him â that he can make you weak but at the same time desperate enough to want to continue â despite your hips giving up â not only with his cock but his mouth alone, too.
you let him take over as you chase your high, weighing on his face as his hands grip on your hips, dictating your every move, composing the tune of your hips. his tongue is no more sliding in and out as he makes you grind harder on his face â it stays in, continuously licking your sweet spot clean.
âf-fuck, fuck, fuckâŠâ, you curse loudly, reaching your hands to grab the head of the bed and hammer your pussy harder into his face, squeezing every last drop of strength left in your already cramping muscles until you cum, shuddering on his mouth.
âmfffâ, he groans throatily into your hole, sucking and slurping your juices. his hips buck in the air, helplessly searching for friction to soothe his aching cock. his half-unbuckled pants are drenched with precum, leaking out from his tip through his boxers and out through the cloth of his pants, visibly staining them.
you canât see but itâs easy to figure out from the way the bed bounces up and down as his ass meets the mattress after every time his hips fall down. âhow cuteâ, you utter as you try to calm down your breathing, cunt still resting over his face.
his eyes are half closed, rolling back and hiding their blue away. all he needs is a little push, a little rub, you know it. you know it by the way his tongue has stopped moving inside you, by the way his hands have loosened the grip on your flesh, by the way his shortened moans have grown into one long and steady groan coming from the bottom of his throat â his entire brain solely focused on the muscles of his lower body that is searching, almost beggingly, for relief.
you lean your upper body back a little, just enough to make it easier to reach his shaft while still sitting on his face. âsince youâre the birthday boyâ, you drag your words out as you place your hand on his clothed cock, feeling the wetness thatâs emerged from beneath against your palm, âiâll give you a hand.â
his ass cheeks tense and squeeze as he presses his hips against your touch, ferociously rubbing his clothed cock on the flesh of your open palm. his groans get louder as he bucks his hips under your hand, pushing them up to meet your hand harder and faster each time â just the way he forces his cock into your tight cunt as he nears â until the last three thrusts that he always prolongs in order to properly and completely pump his seed out.
the inside of your hand feels hot against his clothed cock as he seeps himself out, the stickiness of his cum absorbing itself into the material of his pants and emerging through it to reach the skin of your palm.
you lift yourself up a little only to plop your body down next to his. his mouth, cheeks, chin, even his nose, are covered in his spit and your cum, all mixed in.
âshit, babyâ, he laughs, breathing deeply in and out of his mouth, overwhelmed by the whole experience, âwhat the hell did you just do to meâ
âdo you really need me to verbalize what just happenedâ
âyesâ
ânoâ, you slap his cheek with the back of your hand, softly, before rolling on your side to rest your head on the left side of his chest, kissing it tenderly. âhappy birthdayâ
âit really isâ, he whispers, tracing a heart shape over the skin of your exposed cheek with his fingertip, âwith you, it always isâ
âdid your wish come true by any chance?â, you tilt your head to look at him.
ânot yet. but iâll work on it later tonight. for now, iâll let you catch your breathâ
âwait, wait.â, you raise a brow, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âmy loveâ, he clears his throat, âdo you remember how i said, when we first met, that youâd be the mother of my children?â
âyea? am i not?â
âchildrenâ, he stresses.
âoh.â, it finally hits you.
âone more to goâ
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Burgeon
Logan Howlett x Reader Sex Pollen
Summary: Reader works in the science lab at the mutant academy. Trying to grow a new plant from a mutated seed they had found. When the bloom puffs a cloud into her and Loganâs face they both begin feeling strange.
CW: oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, biting, p in v, creampie
a/n: sorry this took so long to write I was depressed :D also surprise its today
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You rested your head on your hands as you watched the plant in front of you slowly yet rapidly bloom a gorgeous, wine red bud. The way the flower held itself closed mesmerized you. How small bumps decorated the stem and the leaves along it were a dark purple color.
Logan, a.k.a. The Wolverine stood next to you. Piddling with one of the enclosed flora that was under surveillance. Not all that interested in the details of your work, but enjoying spending time with you. Especially when the big blue fur ball was not around to distract you. Dusk was approaching as it shined through the greenhouse windows. A beautiful color painted the sky as the darkness of the night approached.
âOh, Logan! Look the bud is about to bloom!â You wrapped your arm around his pulling him over to you. He groaned as you pulled him over to you. You watched closely as the petals fought each other to release. Taking their sweet time to reveal the beauty within.
âSure is taking its time,â Logan huffed, eyes fixated on you now. Loving how happy you looked awaiting the new flowers arrival.
The petals dispersed. Revealing the most beautiful black center of the flower. A large cloud of purple dust coming out with it. Before you could say anything, you and Logan both inhaled the fumes. Covering your mouth and coughing aggressively as the pollen stuck to the inside of your mouth. You wide eyed the plant, shocked at what came out of it.
âWhat the hellâ that thing isnât poisonous is it?!â
âI⊠I donât really know,â you meekly whispered.
âWhat do you mean you donât know?â
âI mean we found this thing, noticed it was displaying some irregular behavior for a seedling of its type. And we decided to monitor it. I didnât know it was going to cough up smoke at us!â
Logan stamped his foot. Frustrated by the lack of caring on your part. Pacing in a small circle next to you with the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
âOkay! We just have to stay here for the next 48 hours. Keep us under supervision just in case we feel any side effects. We go about our days like normal, just canât leave the Academy,â you rubbed your hand up and down your arm. Logan irritably took a seat, head down with his hands folded over his lap. You grabbed the pod and placed it in a holding chamber all of its own. Walking over and kneeling down in front of Logan.
âIâm sorry. If I had knownââ you reached your hand out to rest it on Loganâs leg.
âYou donât have to be sorry. We can forget all about it at the party tonight. Celebrating whatever the hell Charles was on about,â Logan grinned at you.
You smiled, âIâll celebrate anything if it means free drinks.â
Logan left the greenhouse while you finished up cleaning and double checking everything. A sudden hot flash washed over your body. Pulling a sweat from every inch of you. You fanned your hand in front of your face, your clothes feeling oddly tight suddenly. Maybe someone turned the heat up in the greenhouse. You walked over to check the thermostat. Nothing about the number had changed. As long as it was reading right you were comfortable leaving it be.
Walking up to your room. Heat engulfed you, a minor ache on your body now approaching. Choosing to ignore the problem entirely. Changing into something more comfortable for the evening ahead. Looking at yourself in the mirror when a sudden, promiscuous image flashed in your mind.
Logan.
Behind you. Both of you completely nude as he pounded into you. Watching yourself take him in the mirror. His hands splayed out on your chest, lips on your neck.
Your face flushed with your arousal. Unable to fight the feeling forming deep down inside you. Aching at your core. Leaning over your bed as you writhed.
The feeling of his hands grabbing your hips. Buried completely inside you. Your back arching to meet his thrusts. Head thrown back in pure ecstasy.
You gasped at the thought. Unsure of what was happening to you. Uncontrollably desire was taking over your body. Your hand found your aching core in an attempt to cool yourself down. Scrunching up your face at the feeling. It felt good, but not right. It was not what you needed. You needed him.
Your face was completely flushed with thoughts of Logan. Trying your hardest to make it less noticeable before going downstairs.
âJust stop,â you told yourself.
Heading down to the common area where all your fellow teachers had gathered. An adults only party, all the students were off away. You smiled as you greeted your fellow mutants. Getting stopped by Hank. His warm smile and soft eyes pulling your attention to him.
âHi, Hank,â you smiled as you walked over to him.
âHello, beautiful,â Hank grinned, fangs decorating his bright white smile. You thought about how his teeth would feel against your neck. Blushing at the idea of the large monster on top of you. Your thoughts suddenly morphing to fit Logan into your fantasy. Fangs nipping at your skin as strong hands held yours above your head. Panting as he thrusted into you. Sweat dripping down his forehead.
âEverything going good with that mysterious plant of yours?â Hank questioned, breaking your fantasy.
âUhâ Yeah, kinda. It bloomed today but some purple pollen came out it. Not sure if thatâll have any effect on me,â you droned off as you saw Logan enter the room. Completely fixated on him now. Seeing his bulging muscles revealed by his tank top. His broad shoulders and strong brow bone indicating he was some form of frustrated. His eyes finally caught yours. Awkwardly you turned back to focus on Hank as you continued on about the beauty of the mysterious flower. Unable to keep Logan in your peripheral. Excusing yourself from the conversation. Walking into a corner so you could scan the entire room. Unable to spot Logan anywhere.
Muscular arms wrapped around your waist. Almost calming the burn trickling down your nervous system. Nose finding its place in the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale. Your hands meeting those around you, feeling the veins popping out. Smell of musk and cologne overwhelming your senses.
A silent feeling that he understood exactly what you were going through.
âSmells so good,â his gruff, low voice rang in your ear. Your head leaning back against his shoulder, eyes straining to look at him. Black eyes stared at you. Pulling you flush against him, his semi-hard cock pressed into you. Chills ran up you. Rolling your hips to grind against him. A low groan, almost a growl, vibrated against your ear.
Hands inched down closer to the place you ached most. Fingers grazing the sweet spot causing you to arch backwards slightly. Circling your mound as his eyes scanned the room.
âEveryone is in here,â you whispered, a soft moan on your tone.
âI know,â he grumbled, kissing below your ear.
Both of you silently enjoyed the feeling of your bodies pressed together for a moment. How perfectly your body melted to his front. How the smell of him sent goosebumps down your body. The sound of his breathing in your ear pooling inside you.
âSaw you over there with furrball. He not tickling your fancy tonight?â Loganâs fingers dug into your skin, a hint of jealousy on his tone.
âNo,â you simply said.
âHavenât been able to stop thinking about you,â Logan groaned into your ear, âI could smell you from my fucking room. Need to rip these clothes off and get inside you right now.â
You choked on air. Realizing Logan was having the same feelings you were. Unsatisfiable desire.
âDidnât matter how fucking good my hand felt, wasnât right. It wasnât you,â he purred. His fingers danced along the line of your pants, daring to dip under your clothes. Feeling your pantyline against his fingers, the softness of the lace continuing his desire. Your hand met his, intertwining fingers with him. Looking over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Lust blown eyes stared into yours. He plotted an escape route to make sure none of your coworkers watched you slip away together. Grabbing your hand and dragging you behind him.
His touch tingled against your skin. Your sensitive body being thrown into overdrive as you headed down the hallway together. Pulling you into a stairwell and turning to face you. His entire face was red, sweat beaming down his brow. You blushed. Eyes locked together, blown pupils matching each other.
âDunno if I can wait much longer,â Logan growled as he palmed at himself through his jeans. You fell to your knees instinctively. Tugging at his belt, pulling a deep sigh from him. Releasing his fully erect cock from its confides. It sprung up, tip swollen and leaking. A thick vein wrapped around the underside. You felt your pussy clench around nothing, your mouth salivating at the sight of him. Doed eyes stared up at him, your hand grasping around his member. Lips pressing against the tip in a kiss. Logan moaned at your touch. His fingers tangled in your hair as he guided you down on him. Choking around his girth.
âThatâs it,â Logan praised as he lead you up and down on his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks to take him all the way. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, fighting off your urge to gag. Feeling him twitch in your mouth, knowing it would not take long for you to get him there.
Loganâs eyes squinted shut as he finished in your mouth. A grunt as he held you in place. âItâs not enough,â he moaned. Eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at you. Reaching a hand down to help you up, âI need to be inside you.â
His words melted into your core. Igniting a primal feeling in you. You wrapped your hand around Loganâs leading him up the stairs.
âMy roomâs closer,â you answered the question you knew he was silently asking himself. A grin painted his face as he watched your ass bounce going up the stairs.
Hurriedly typing your code to access your room. Loganâs fingers rubbed circles on your core through your clothes. You arched your back into him, feeling his still completely erect dick. ââM gonna fuck you so good, doll,â Logan purred in your ear pulling at the button on your pants. You bit your lip finally getting the door open. Logan practically shoved you inside.
Attaching his lips to yours immediately, hands cupping both sides of your face. His tongue penetrating your mouth as your teeth clinked together. You hooked your fingers under his tank top, pulling it over his head. His hairy, muscular chest was completely drenched in sweat. His lips attached onto your neck, tongue coming out to lick a stripe up your sensitive skin. âWhatâs going on with us?â Logan asked against your skin.
âIâdunno,â you moaned when his teeth grazed a spot you liked, âI just want you.â He smiled at your response.
Logan pushed you onto your back on the bed. Ripping your pants and panties off you. A gasp fell from you. âYouâve got plenty more,â he growled as he kneeled at the side of your bed. Pulling you so that he was directly in front of your core. Soaking the blanket underneath you as arousal took over every sense you had. Logan chuckled as he lapped at your core, âTastes so good.â You arched your back off the bed at the sudden contact. Pushing yourself closer into his mouth. Furrowing your brows because â GOD â he felt good, but it just was not enough to cool the fire inside you. Grinding yourself against his face trying your damndest to reach your high. Logan latched onto you like an animal devouring his last meal. Fingers digging into your thighs, bruising the soft skin there. Hooded eyes stared up at your face admiring how you scrunched up your nose and hung your mouth open. The soft moans and squeaks pouring from your mouth like music to his ears. He rolled his hips into the side of the mattress, desperate to fuck you. But more desperate to get you off first.
Your nails dug into the soft blanket below you. Riding his tongue through your orgasm. Body jolting and legs shaking. His name a scream on your lips. Logan pulled away, his face soaked in your juices. Dropping his pants to the floor. He stroked himself as he stared at your entrance. Your body still basking in the afterglow of orgasm. Logan pounced on top of you. Gently removing your top, lips finding their place on your exposed breasts. Biting through the fabric of your bra to play with your nipples. Licking and sucking the thin material. His hand pinched at the opposite one. Lips dancing up your neck, biting at your jaw.
Rolling his exposed cock into your soaked entrance. The first bit of relief you had felt all day. A shaky moan escaping you. Logan smirked above you, leaning his head back feeling how your body begged for him. Sliding his member through your slit, collecting all your wetness on him. âMy pretty girl,â he praised, âIâm gonna fill you up to the goddamn hilt.â
Easing his way into you. Your walls practically pulling him in. Both of you moaned in harmony, throwing your heads back. âThatâs more like it,â he cooed. Easy himself back before slamming back in. Setting himself at a brutal pace. The sound of skin smacking together filled the room. He panted above you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.
You leaned forward to catch him in a kiss, Loganâs body slouching so that your front were pressed firmly together. Curving his arms under you, holding you tight as he fucked into you. A huff of breath falling from him with each snap of hips. He held you close, lips pressed against your neck. An occasional kiss being planted there. âYou take cock so well. Iâm gonna fuck you stupid,â he growled against your skin.
You clawed at his back. Desperate to hold him closer. Scratching down his body, pulling a moan from him. His pace was growing sloppy as he approached his own high. Your pussy still sensitive from your own. Walls clenching when heâd hit deep inside you. âGonna be so full of me arenât you? Little cum slut,â Logan grunted with each of his thrusts.
Logan attached his lips back to yours desperately panting and moaning as he felt himself about to finish. Sheathing himself fully inside you as he shot his seed. The feeling of him soothed the burn you had been feeling. Relieved by how perfectly he filled you up. You felt him grin against your skin, slumping all his body weight into you momentarily.
âCould stay like this all night,â he whispered in your ear. You petted his back, kissing him on the cheek.
âYeah?â
âThat way I can already be inside you when I feel like I gotta soothe the feeling again,â Logan playfully bit at your cheek.
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[END]
// Thank you so much for reading! I know this fic has been a long time coming so I hope it was a great read! I plan on writing quite a lot for the month of October, so if you have any requests send them my way! My next Logan fic is gonna be a Werewolf!AU //
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