#it puts his heart at ease !!!!
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sgtbradfords Ā· 8 months ago
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Lucy + her hand on Tim's chest
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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat Ā· 15 days ago
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stsg are equally prone to watching you sleep i think
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rcmclachlan Ā· 6 months ago
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what if i put my life in your hands? what if i took your life in mine?
#okay look there's a reason i've been obsessed with this scene for 21 slutty slutty years#imagine for a second you're yue#your masterā€”whom you loved more than your own existenceā€”decided his work was finished and didn't need you anymore#and he pushed you into the dark where you slept for centuries until a little girl woke you up by sheer dumb luck#you now are trapped in this horrible new era where everything is too loud and too fast and too bright#you're also trapped in a body that isn't yours jockeying for room with a completely separate soul that you don't know or particularly like#and you're draining your meager stores of magic to the dregs in order to keep the two of you alive#under the surface of tsukishiro yukito you're drowningā€”and the both of you are fading away entirely#and then this boy#pulls you to the surface of yourself#and says with his whole heart 'i won't let you disappear'#he smiles at you and teases you and then pours his not inconsiderable power into you#and you take and you take and you take and he never says stop#he never says only a little but no more#he holds you close and lets you sup on the very marrow of his magic until there's nothing left and he's simply an ordinary human#and for the first time in centuriesā€”perhaps everā€”you feel full#when you finally step away and ease his unconscious body onto the bed as gently as you can manage#you murmur that you ought to thank him#but it's such an inadequate way to convey your gratitude#how do you give thanks for what you've made him lose?#you put your life in his hands and he cradled it as if it were precious... and then he gave you his own in return#in the world before this one you would have been as good as wed#you thumb the swell of his cheek and allow yourself one last look at your would-be husband#and then turn around to face the threat behind the door#as it creaks open to reveal a little body wracked with sobs you think you would face anything that would dare come for him or his sister#not because it is your duty as the guardian of the cards#but because you love them#touya/yue#ccs#yue
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eikichi-supremacy Ā· 8 months ago
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hey so do you think wtv keiko had to deal with growing up with yusuke could be considered a type of parentification
#god chapters where barely anything happens except a character's realization about things can be hard ...#im writing another keiko pov chapter and it's hard because well!!#keiko was never really a main focus in the series and as time goes on she gets even less of a focus so i have to fill in these spots#in her personality and views that aren't really explored. im taking a lot of liberties lets say#and idek if it's gonna read as in character cos of that#anyway im tryna say that like. pre series keiko was basically this presence in yusuke's life and he saw her as a pain but he cared#she was there to scold him and cajole him into going to his classes and she was his only friend#now we know atsuko was negligent and idk how involved the yukimuras were in his life but i feel like keiko#whether directly or indirectly was given this duty like you have to keep him outta trouble#you're smart you're mature he needs someone like you. this responsibility just kind of put on her before she can understand the weight of i#and she can't really comprehend that weight until it's abruptly taken from her. yusuke dies and there's no one to shepherd#i feel like keiko should get to be mad about this. this realization of the nature of their dynamic. keiko planning things around yusuke#who's never done that in his life. not because he's purposely being thoughtless but bc he was never the one to have to plan#to think about what their future looks like. he just kinda drifted along and keiko tried to do damage control. it wasn't fair#yusuke is keeping secrets from her she is scared of high school and that he'll die again without her knowing why and it's unfair#so she should get to be mad also because girls getting to be mad is one of my favorite things šŸ‘šŸ¼#the realization that yusuke won't be lost without her so she shouldn't hinge her life on the expectation that he will be#she worries about yusuke a lot i think. especially after he comes back from the dead. and i think kuwa's presence would help ease that#dread in her heart. it doesn't have to be just me. there's someone who can be there with him always and it doesn't have to be me#the guilty relief of not having to be the sacrifice. but kuwa doesn't mind so maybe it's okay this way#idk just rambles about my fic while i puzzle out how to word it#character analysis#yukimura keiko#yu yu hakusho
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dutybcrne Ā· 7 months ago
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Arlecchino loves as her children equally. Read: Freminet is her favorite
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coweye Ā· 3 months ago
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The Worst Logan
Logan Howlett x Reader!Loganverse| smut | 5.8k words
Summary: You are the deceased-anchor-being-Logan's lover, having found yourself with Laura in the void, you navigate meeting the variant of the love of your life. Sweet dick kicking angst with gratuitous smut, cause we all know Logan eats pussy like a CHAMP. šŸ˜¤
This is self indulgence at its finest, but it had be to done. 7-years ago, the movie Logan broke something within me that has finally been fixed! šŸ¤ šŸ’•
Warning: Explicit - smut. canon death, depression, angst, spoilers for Logan / Wolverine and deadpool, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, creampie, all the good stuff. 18+
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The first time you see him again, the new him, the other him you mean. Itā€™s in the cave accompanied by a man who talks far too much.
You recognise his voice in an instant when the mouth finally allows him to get a word in edgeways. His voice.Ā 
Youā€™ve heard it nearly every night for the past seven years. It's a few octaves deeper than you remember and filled to the brim with vitriol but it's definitely his. The realisation that your memory has been warped by time is a blow to the gut but you continue towards the sound all the same.
When finally you round the corner Logan stands before you in all his glory. For a moment you are rendered utterly unable to form a single sentence as he leans against the wall, a bottle of bourbon in his palm and adorned in yellow and blue.
Your mind can't reconcile this figure as the man you buried. He has the same sneer, the same broad shoulders, he even has the same stance - but Logan, your Logan, would rather die than wear that garish yellow suit and admit to being the hero he always was.Ā 
His nose flares in what you believe to be recognition as he smells your presence, you allow your powers to retreat and reveal yourself. As your invisibility ebbs away Logan snarls in surprise as the talkative man in red gasps theatrically and begins jumping on the spot.Ā 
Your fears are proven well founded when your eyes connect with his across the room, instead of the love and recognition, you find only open hostility and rage.
Your heart had bulldozed all logic, you were in the fucking void, of course it was a variant.
This Logan looks younger; his hair not so grey, his face unscarred and his eyes not so tired.Ā 
This not-quite-Logan stares right back at you seemingly ill at ease with the stranger who is currently taking an inventory of his face.Ā 
ā€œLogan, that's them. Itā€™s X-23 and Y/N, the oneā€™s I told you about.ā€ You graze your palm along your daughter's back in support as you come to stand beside her.Ā 
ā€œHer name is Laura.ā€ Itā€™s a knee jerk reaction; your correction. Your girl wasnā€™t the sum total of an experiment, she was her own person with her own thoughts and feelings, not a weapon to be utilised.Ā 
The Wolverineā€™s gaze darts between the two of you, itā€™d be comical if you didnā€™t feel like you were about to regurgitate your lunch. They land on Laura, and linger there for a few moments, before they return to you, it's as if heā€™s trying to find you in her features.Ā 
You barely hear the man you will later come to know fondly as Wade Wilson, question how you all ended up in the void.
ā€œThere was a knock at the door TVA sent me here, saying my world was dying ā€¦ and I never even got the chance to fight for it.ā€ Blade explains remorsefully.Ā 
ā€œThey sent us here because they knew weā€™d put up a fight.ā€ You utter distractedly, finally breaking your staring contest with Logan as he takes a swig from the bottle heā€™s currently white knuckling.Ā 
ā€œPeople like us donā€™t go quietly, TVA knows that so they took us out.ā€ Elektra attests.
ā€œThe answer is yes, Iā€™m in.ā€ Wade declares.
ā€œIn what?ā€ Blade questions bemused by the man in red.Ā 
ā€œA team up, you me, me you, all of us together, lets get the fuck outtaā€™ here.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t listen to him, heā€™s a fucking liar!ā€ Logan growls, furious at the other man.Ā 
ā€œIt was an educated wish!ā€
ā€œHA!ā€ The loathing behind it makes you pause, he was so angry.Ā 
The heat in his voice, the resentment, it burns you. You supposed even your Logan had his fair share of rage.Ā Ā 
When he arrived at the mansion all those years ago, fresh faced and wild, you had adored him even then, though Logan was far too preoccupied with Jean to notice the torch you carried for him back then.
It was ironic that It had taken the utter annihilation of the X-Men to bring you together. Charlesā€™ accident had left the two of you as sole survivors. Over the years in hiding your ability to mould force fields managed to keep the worst of the effects of Charlesā€™ seizures at bay, but Charles Xavier was one of the most powerful telepaths to grace the earth and your powers had limits.Ā 
Those years were some of the darkest and yet the best of your life, you found yourself growing to love the man the world called The Wolverine.
You realise youā€™ve entirely tuned out Wadeā€™s rousing speech and have spent the time analysing the man wearing your loveā€™s face currently gargling bourbon though your name pulls you out of your reverie.Ā 
ā€œLaura, Y/N? Whatā€™s it gonnaā€™ be girlies?ā€Ā 
ā€œLets fucking go.ā€ Laura agrees heartily, you simply nod still dazed.Ā 
ā€œYES! LETā€™S FUCKING GO!ā€ Wade shouts back fist pumping.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re all fucking dead.ā€
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Much later in the evening when the sun has finally set you seek him out. When you come across the father and daughter duo before the campfire you hold back, your skin slowly begins reflecting light, fading from vision as you call upon your powers to hide in the treeline.Ā 
They both needed this and it wasnā€™t something you were about to get in the way of. They talk for a little while, before they part ways, both a little teary. Laura nods your way despite being unable to see you as she heads back to the cave, her nose just as keen as her fathers.Ā 
So it shouldnā€™t surprise you a few moments later when you hear Logan's voice call across the clearing.
ā€œYou gonnaā€™ stand there all night, Bub?ā€ The man sounds utterly exhausted.Ā 
You say nothing in response, only dismissing your powers and revealing yourself as you advance. You take Lauraā€™s seat at the fire, not quite having the courage to look at him just yet.Ā 
ā€œYou hear all that? Should mind your own damn business.ā€ You remembered this Logan well, the one aching for a fight, desperate to shed his vulnerability and bloody his fists.Ā 
ā€œI didnā€™t hear a thing, Logan.ā€ Your voice is barely above a whisper, you havenā€™t had to gentle parent The Wolverine in a while but itā€™s like riding a bike. ā€œI wanted to let the two of you talk, she needed it and I think maybe you did too.ā€
ā€œWhat do you fuckinā€™ know.ā€ He growls dismissively, swigging from his bottle of what now appears to be scotch. ā€œYou can skip the speech and go back up, Iā€™m not looking for company.ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™m not here to tell you what to do, Logan.ā€ Finally, you look away from the fire and find his eyes fixed on you, you swallow the lump in your throat before you speak. ā€œI just wanted to see you.ā€
ā€œSee me?ā€ He questions incredulously. ā€œWell, keep the change, bub. Good night.ā€
Despite your smile at his words, you canā€™t help the tears that begin to cloud your eyes. Your mind and your heart have been locked in a constant battle since setting eyes on him. This man by all rights is Logan. The man you have mourned relentlessly and yet in every way that matters he isnā€™t.
ā€œItā€™s like seeing a ghost.ā€ Is the only explanation you can give him, his response is a stoic cheers with his bottle before he takes a deep gulp.Ā 
Finally either his curiosity or the alcohol gets the better of him as he questions. ā€œYou her Mother?ā€Ā 
ā€œYes and no.ā€ His stare doesnā€™t leave your face as he waits for you to elaborate. ā€œHer biological mother was a woman from Mexico City that the fuckers in the lab exploited, all we know is that she disappeared after giving birth. After ā€¦ you ā€¦ after everything that happened in North Dakotaā€¦ā€ You trail off.
Your voice is suddenly thick and your words get stuck in your throat as you try to make them form. It's utterly embarrassing as you feel the traitor tears begin to form.Ā 
A bottle of Johnny Walker enters your field of vision from where you sit staring at your clasped hands in your lap. Startled, you glance up to find the Wolverine standing before you, casting an impossibly large shadow as he holds out the bottle.
You accept the offering from his gloved hand, your fingers grazing his in the transaction as you take a swig or two (or three) before passing it back. He looks thoughtful when he places his lips on the place where your own had just lingered, as he retakes his seat. With amber courage coursing your veins, you continue.Ā 
ā€œShe was all I had - if not for her, I-.ā€ You wipe your nose, staring back into the fire. If it was a struggle to meet his eyes before, it was impossible for you now.Ā  ā€œI just couldnā€™t see the point in being alive anymore if everything just slowly gets stripped away; the X-Men, then Charles and then Lo-ā€Ā 
You donā€™t know it, but youā€™re preaching to the fucking choir with your words. It was rare to find a soul, going through the exact same torture as yourself. Logan found himself softening to you, it was as involuntary as it was unwelcome, but he couldnā€™t help it as you described a battle so close to the one he fought daily.Ā 
ā€œ-she reminded me what I had to live for. Laura she is fierce and so fucking kind; she is everything I loved about him.ā€ You cut your trauma dumping to a swift end as you remember yourself. ā€œSo no, to answer your question. Iā€™m not her biological mother, but sheā€™s my daughter in every way that counts.ā€
Silence reigns for a moment as neither one of you knows what to say to the other.Ā 
ā€œYou loved him?ā€ Loganā€™s voice is deeper than before when he speaks the sentence. You raise your eyes from the fire to find his for the first time since you began monologuing. Theyā€™re filled with something you canā€™t quite name.
ā€œI did.ā€
Logan seems to contemplate this, mulling it over as he continues drinking. Finally, he seems to reach some sort of conclusion.Ā  ā€œYou should get some sleep, big day for you tomorrow.ā€
ā€œCan I stay here ā€¦ with you for tonight?ā€ The words slip out before you really even mean them to. Tomorrow you might be going to your death and the ghost of the love of your life is here alive and real, what do you really have to lose?
Logan does a double take, not quite expecting those to be the words that leave your lips. ā€œIā€™m not him, Darlinā€™.ā€
ā€œNo, I suppose youā€™re not.ā€ You sigh, ā€œbut could you please just hold me whilst I sleep, James?ā€
A huge part of you expects him to tell you to fuck off back to the cave and leave him to his booze fueled pity party. However, against all odds, he doesnā€™t do that.Ā 
Logan simply lifts the half full bottle of scotch to his lips and downs every last drop. Heā€™s a little unsteady on his feet when finally he stands up to his full height and turns towards the blankets heā€™s laid out on the ground.Ā 
ā€œFuck it.ā€ He growls and drops himself like a sack of potatoes onto the pile with little regard for his own body. Youā€™ve certainly had nicer invitations into his bed but when he waves you over with a lazy gesture, you canā€™t help but hurry before he changes his mind.Ā 
Before you know it youā€™re tucked into Loganā€™s side. His gloved hand doesnā€™t quite seem to know where to go, more accustomed to brutality than tenderness these days as it hesitates for a moment suspended in the air. After some careful consideration he delicately places it on the dip in your waist securing you to him.Ā 
Loganā€™s breath is uneven, though heā€™s doing his best to seem unaffected by your closeness. It has been years since someone has touched him with such easy affection and the way your body curls around his own as if it was created to do just that is driving him crazy.Ā 
You are completely at ease with him, you trust him so entirely it almost breaks his fucking heart. Logan's stomach is heavy with something he canā€™t name, you fucking terrify him. Yet, he doesnā€™t move because you feel so fucking good as he holds you.Ā 
It's scary, you realise, how easy it would be to pretend this was your Logan as you melt into his embrace. He smells exactly the same as you bury your face in his neck, the roughness of his beard feels the same pressed against your forehead.Ā 
This Wolverineā€™s arms are a little fuller and his chest a little firmer, but he still holds you the same. You make a decision to not focus on such difficult philosophical concepts as variants and the morality of switching out your Wolverine. You decide to live in the moment, to just enjoy the furnace of his body keeping you warm and his arm encircling your waist protecting you from the world, itā€™s so easy to pretend that this was your Logan, so you do.Ā 
And you fall asleep quicker than you have in years.
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It is still night when you awaken, it's not quite dawn but the fire has burned out to a low smoulder. Youā€™re not sure what has awoken you from the best sleep youā€™ve had in a long while, that is until you feel the arms wrapped around you and the sleeping Wolverine holding you in a death grip against his chest, his half hard appendage digging into your hip.Ā 
Everything is still hazy; youā€™re floating in that sweet spot between waking and dreaming, you forget about North Dakota and, god forgive me, Laura.Ā 
Youā€™re back in your bed at home and Logan is holding you.
There's no my logan, new logan, old logan.Ā 
Heā€™s just Logan.Ā 
You bury yourself deeper in his neck.Ā 
Itā€™s only for a moment though before it all comes flooding back and the agony overwhelms you like a blade to the gut.Ā 
Instantly tears flood your cheeks as you shake from your silent sobs.Ā 
ā€œ...Y/N?ā€ Logan's voice is thick with confusion and sleep, his grip has loosened somewhat to allow you to breathe but he doesnā€™t release his hold on you. ā€œWhatā€™s wrong darlinā€™?ā€Ā 
That affectionate name is the last nail in the coffin it fucking ends you.Ā 
All teary, and regrettably maybe a teensy bit snotty, you lean forward and kiss him. Kiss isnā€™t the right word but itā€™s your intention. Your lips touch one anothers before heā€™s pulling away and holding you back.Ā 
ā€œY/nā€¦ Darlinā€™ you donā€™t want thisā€¦ Iā€™m not-ā€
ā€œBut you are Logan. Youā€™re him just as much as heā€™s you.ā€ Your hands rise to his jaw, running your finger along its familiar sharp edge. ā€œYouā€™re Logan.ā€
ā€œY/Nā€¦ Iā€™d be taking advantageā€¦ā€ His voice is firm yet gruff as he tries to inject reason into the conversation. As usual being the good guy heā€™s constantly telling everyone heā€™s not.Ā 
ā€œI am so goddamn sick and tired of being sad, please Logan.ā€ This time when you capture his lips, he doesnā€™t rear back. Youā€™re not sure whatā€™s going through his mind, but his self control seems to snap within him as he begins returning the kiss in earnest.
Loganā€™s tongue swipes along your bottom lip begging entry, entry you swiftly allow. Youā€™re breathing heavily through your nose as he plunders the depths of your mouth, exploring your mouth with his quick tongue.Ā 
Deciding to make the next move you push yourself up, throwing a leg over him to straddle his lower stomach. Heā€™s lifted the top half of his body to ensure he doesnā€™t lose your mouth, your teeth clash slightly with the movement and you canā€™t help a bubble of nervous laughter.Ā  He pays it little mind though as he swallows the noise, his hands coming to rest on your hips.Ā 
Instantly, you grind your hips downward on the growing bulge that lurks below. Logan lets out a deep groan at the friction and his hands on your hips raise to the bottom of your tee in response, his thick hands tugging at it requesting your permission.
Nodding, you pull back causing him to groan at the loss of your hot mouth on his. Though it's only for a moment as the second the tee is over your head, heā€™s back on you, only it's your bare neck heā€™s lashing with affection now.
Logan breathes in deep your scent mixing with the heady aroma of your arousal. Heā€™s nipping and licking along the smooth skin, soothing his bites as quickly he makes them. It's the animal instinct within him, telling him to devour you entirely; make you his.Ā 
ā€œLoganā€¦ā€ You gasp, your eyes are clenched shut in pleasure as he bucks his hips upwards into your jean covered centre.Ā Ā 
Logan pulls back to take you in, writhing above him in the moonlight, youā€™re fucking beautiful, though the flash of familiar metal between your breasts catches his eye, unable to stop himself, he catches it in his fist.Ā 
Dog tags; his old dog tags.
ā€˜LOGANā€™ is etched into the aged metal and theyā€™re warm to the touch from living beneath your shirt over your heart.Ā 
The realisation hits him like a freight train, not only was he loved by you, but for his other self to have given you these, he fucking loved you.Ā 
Heā€™s not sure why it didnā€™t occur to him before, that the other him was as devoted to you as you were to him. Heā€™s not entirely sure how to feel about it, but he twists his hands, careful not to snap the metal string, but using it to pull you close.Ā 
For the other dead Logan, the hero heā€™s heard so goddamn much about, he decides heā€™ll give you the treatment you deserve.Ā 
As if you weigh nothing at all he flips you onto your back, his hands dropping the dog tags and falling to the waistband of your jeans. His dexterous hands undo the button so quickly, that your trousers are peeled from your legs before you know it, leaving you in an unimpressive unmatching set of underwear beneath his roaming eyes. Though Logan couldnā€™t give a fuck as he groans at the sight of your body exposed to him.Ā 
Logan begins by kissing down your stomach before his hands linger on your black panties, he can't help but grin at the tiny barely there bow in the middle of them; youā€™re like a gift all wrapped up for him.Ā 
His eyes lift to meet your own as he begins sucking at the fabric that's keeping your pussy from him, it's already damp with your arousal and by the time he finishes, absolutely sodden with his saliva.
ā€œLogan, pleaseā€¦ā€ you whisper desperately as your hands find his ā€˜tuftsā€™ for a lack of a better word. They were new, but you liked them, plus they now seemed pretty functional.Ā 
He takes only a moment to remove his gloves, before they return eagerly to your body. Those thick hands traverse the planes of your thighs, theyā€™re quick in their passing as they make their way up to the waistband of your panties, he hooks them over his thumb and reveals your soaking core to his hungry eyes and heā€™s right back to wanting to fucking devour you, and boy, fucking does he.Ā 
Enthusiastic, would be the word, earth-shattering would be another - the word to describe how Logan eats pussy.
Logan without much preamble dives into your centre, his tongue slips into your hot wet heat, lingering for a moment on your clit, circling it reverently before he dips that talented tongue inside of you. His nose knocks against your clit several times, each more delicious than the last as he utterly devours your pussy. He moans, grinding his hips into the dirt and readjusts pulling you closer, his thick muscled arms locking under your thighs as you buck against his mouth.Ā 
You're a complete goner the second he slips a single long thick finger inside of you.Ā 
ā€œFuck, Lo, Iā€™m gonna-ā€Ā 
ā€œCome, baby... I gotā€™ya.ā€ He mumbles into your pussy. And fuck me, he does. He carries on lapping at you all the way through your orgasm, drawing it out of you like the pied fucking piper of pussy. It feels like youā€™ve been falling for hours by the time you finally come down, only Logan doesnā€™t allow you any reprieve before heā€™s back to lashing your clit with his quick tongue. Your hands find those faux ear tufts once more and he groans as you pull on them a little more sharply than you intend in your shock, in answer Two fingers bury themselves deep inside of you.
ā€œOne more.ā€ Heā€™s negotiating orgasms, but you have no qualms as he rubs his nose side to side with affection against your sensitive bud. His tongue and nose moving in pace with his fingers, currently fucking in and out of you.Ā 
It's when he scissors those thick long fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy spot within you that makes your back arch.Ā 
Your top half has left the ground, he grunts in annoyance, suspending your hips back to his mouth at the angle he likes. Those deep hazel eyes meet yours from between your thighs, crazed and animalistic, driven wild with arousal as he eats your pussy with gusto.
It's that image that thrusts you over the edge once more, your back hitting the ground as your body seizes, thrusting your hips against his mouth.Ā 
Without any preamble a third finger joins stretching you deliciously. The hand not currently fucking you, leaves your hip to caress your stomach stroking the flesh there, not quite able to reach your breast.Ā 
ā€œLoā€¦ fuckā€¦ yesā€¦ rightā€¦ right fucking there.ā€ You cry as he draws your second orgasm of the night out, only when you tug at his tuft due to overstimulation does he acquiesce and pull back, only of course, after cleaning up your gaping desperate hole.Ā 
He sucks his fingers clean as he sits back on his knees, his cock thick and tenting against the yellow bottoms of his suit. Your arousal has soaked through his beard making his chin slick, he wipes it with a single swipe with the back of hand though, it does very little for his sodden chin.Ā 
Tired of not touching him, you sit forward grabbing at his belt. It's a difficult contraption that confounds you, though Logan is far too wound up to find any humour from it.Ā 
Ā He replaces your hands unbuckling the thing before finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.Ā 
There, finally in all his glory, he is exposed to you and youā€™ve never been a religious woman, but Mary mother of fucking christ, he is gorgeous. Loganā€™s chest is fuckingā€¦ transcendant to behold, it's like heā€™s been sculpted by god herself, the light isnā€™t the best out of here, but you hope to god you donā€™t die tomorrow simply for wanting to take your time and lick each and every single one of those muscles on his stomach.Ā 
Its your turn to leap forward onto your knees and join his mouth with yours, he tastes distinctly of you and his chin is still sodden, but you couldnā€™t give less of a fuck, you love the fact your desire is still marking his skin.Ā 
Your hands trace the firm abs at your disposal, before dipping into his now open trousers and underwear to find him rock hard.Ā 
If his physique impressed you, you had a big storm coming, because his cock was a fucking resplendant beauty and it was plain to see from the swelling Logan really liked eating pussy.Ā 
Your fingers barely touched as you pumped him, once twice, spreading the copious amounts of precum along his shaft.
ā€œFuck.ā€ He grunts into your mouth. You lean down, positioning yourself to take him in your mouth, though he stops you in your tracks grabbing your shoulder. ā€œNo sweetheart, I want your pussy.ā€ You clench around nothing at his filthy words, this man will be the fucking death of you.Ā 
You reach behind you and free your tits from their confines, another moan leaves his throat as he pushes you backwards. On his hands and knees heā€™s deliberate with every move as kicks the bottoms of his suit off as he prowls towards you.
Finally, heā€™s in between your legs naked as the day he was born. His hands are on your breasts, exploring the new plains exposed to him, playing with your nipples alternating between sucking and twirling them between his fingers.Ā 
So lost in his skilled hands, you barely notice when one disappears to line himself up, it's a shock, the sudden intrusion, but not an unwelcome one as he thrusts himself forward and as deep as he can go.Ā 
You moan his name into his ear, doing your best to keep your volume down.
He has prepared you well, youā€™re so worked up that he slides home through your tight slit. The sheer size of him means it's a stretch that borders on uncomfortable, but the second his hand finds your clit youā€™re clenching around him and grinding forward, desperate for more. Unable to control himself, his claws extend, he grunts pulling you close and thrusting them down into the ground.Ā 
ā€œFuck, youā€™re tight.ā€ He grunts into your neck, where he's busy lavishing the flesh once again with bites. Your neck is going to be black and blue tomorrow, but you canā€™t find it in you to give a single fuck.
The two of you are so fucking close his bare skin so deliciously hot against your own, but you want more, you need more.
Logan pulls his hips backwards, pulling out of you until only the tip remains before slamming home and spearing you wide open his cock. Your moans blend together as you lose yourself in each other's bodies.
Logan is worked up from eating your cunt, so it doesnā€™t take long for the sensation to hit him.
ā€œFuck, where do you want it?ā€ He grunts into your neck, as his hand descends to rub quick circles on your clit. He pulls your ass up, making sure to hit the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.
You know heā€™s teetering on the edge, desperate to make you cum before he does.Ā 
ā€œInside - come inside me, baby.ā€ You whimper into his neck as he pounds into you reaching your deepest recesses with his thick cock, his hammering, itā€™s unforgiving with his enhanced strength but it pushes him deeper into spots you couldnā€™t have imagined. He groans at your words, sounding every bit the wounded animal he is. Your shared groans and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he takes you again, and again is all that can be heard in the clearing.Ā 
Finally as he joins your lips in a kiss, you come hard on his cock. Clenching around him as your body writhes uncontrollably.Ā 
Logan adjusts his hold on your thighs, now he uses your body, drawing out your pleasure but ultimately chasing his own. The pace is fast as he grunts and groans erotically into your neck, he fucking growls as his hips stutter against your own, and you know you should be more careful, but the thought of him cumming inside you has you gripping his cock like a vice once more. You give him a tight sheath to come in, and he pumps you fucking full of his cum and its a big fucking load. Logan thrusts a few more times, pushing his seed deep inside of you as he claims your mouth once more.
You run your hands through his hair as he lets his body fall against yours, heā€™s supporting his own weight, thank god, you donā€™t think you could handle his muscle, let alone the adamantium skeleton. Heā€™s still sheathed inside you as the two of you revel in the closeness.
The silence stretches on for an amount of time you canā€™t quite quantify. The two of you take in your surroundings, listening to the quiet of the forest, until your breathing has finally calmed down.Ā 
Logan lifts himself up on one arm, and pushes your hair back from your face. You stare at him in the moonlight for a long moment, unable to help yourself as you trace his familiar features. His strong nose and the curve of his brow, your finger dances along his flesh.Ā 
Loganā€™s eyes close, so touch starved he basks in your affection.Ā 
ā€œI-ā€ Logan goes to speak, before you drop your finger on his lips.
ā€œItā€™s okay. Whatever happens tomorrow, happens. Iā€™m okay with it.ā€ You smile at him, there's a chill to the air but youā€™ve got your Wolverine warming you up. ā€œI just wanted one night to be about something other than death.ā€
He takes your hand from his lips and kisses along the back of it and up your wrist, though It's a slippery slope as he hardens inside of you again.Ā 
Logan manages to pull two more orgasms out of you before dawn.
When your time has run out, the two of you finally dress, not wanting to be found in a compromising position. Logan curls his body around yours and buries his face in your hair as he spoons you from behind.Ā 
Just when youā€™re just on the cusp of sleep, he finally speaks into the night. Logan opens up about his world tearfully, instantly you reach your hand down, finding his own thicker one resting on your belly and you intertwine your fingers with his. He tells you of the mutant hunting as you draw comforting circles on the back of his hand, it's not much, but it's more than heā€™s ever had whilst reliving his worst day. When he has finally bared his soul, the two of you fall back into silence.Ā 
After what has been an emotionally, not to mention physically taxing night the two of you finally fall asleep if only for a few more hours, two incredibly damaged souls offering one another comfort.
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Itā€™s later in the morning when you finally awake. The sun has risen that much is clear but you're slow to awaken from your comfortable position in Logan's arms, his warm strong body coiled against your back fighting off the worst of the early morning chill, his face still buried in your hair as he snores peacefully.
Thereā€™s a sensation niggling at you, you think it's what woke you up in the first place; you canā€™t shake the sensation of being watched.Ā 
Lazily you open your eyes, only for your heart to drop to your asshole when you find Wade Wilson about 10-inches from your face lying on his side, his head supported by his hand.
ā€œMorninā€™ sleepy head, have a good night?ā€ You can hear the smile in his voice.Ā 
ā€œAGH!ā€Ā  Unable to stop both your cry of fear and your fight or flight response in progress, you throw yourself backwards, your powers activating of their own accord, and slamming your body into Loganā€™s chest. He startles awake, with the telltale ā€˜sniktā€™ of his claws extending as he orientates himself, his arm coming out to block you from the threat, despite not being able to see you.Ā 
After your brain catches up, you call your power back, but Logan doesnā€™t do the same, keeping his claws out seemingly ready to slice up his not-so-best friend.Ā 
ā€œGet the fuck outtaā€™ here, Wade.ā€ Logan growls harshly at the other man, his voice is filled to the brim with hatred.
ā€œHmph - this is what I get for acting altruistically. I thought a good stress relieving bone in the woods with your cherie amour would really sort out that bee in your bonnet, but you sir are just a very unpleasant man and Iā€™m worried that-ā€
ā€œWADE.ā€ This time Loganā€™s voice is a threat as he shouts at the man. You place a hand on his muscled arm to steady him. Though he may have stopped your heart with his antics, Wade isnā€™t doing anything particularly outrageous.Ā  Logan shakes your hand from his arm and allows his claws to retract as he stands.Ā 
ā€œThanks for jumping to my defence there, Y/N. Great to meetcha bt-dubs, huge fan.ā€ Youā€™re disoriented from the wakeup call but you shake the hand he offers you.Ā  Honestly, youā€™re still trying to process the head-fuckery of the past day, so you donā€™t have a quick response for him, though the mouth doesnā€™t seem to mind as he continues. ā€œThat mean lilā€™ lady is asking for yaā€™. Thought Iā€™d come and check you and big yellow werenā€™t still bumpinā€™ uglies. Didnā€™t want her to see you and Papa going to town on each other's fun parts.ā€
ā€œUh - Thanksā€¦ Wade?ā€Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s me.ā€ He theatrically begins bestowing multiple kisses on the back of your hand he still had in his grasp, which you retract gently. ā€œOh, and weā€™re done.ā€
Pushing yourself up, you go to stand though Logan offers you his newly gloved palm. You lock your fingers around his and the two of you stand together, inches apart and your fingers still intertwined, neither quite sure what to say to the other. Wadeā€™s ā€˜awhā€™ over your shoulder shatters the moment and he drops your hand instantaneously.Ā 
After a beat or two Logan leans forward, placing a single solitary kiss on your forehead. ā€œSee yaā€™ around, bub.ā€
ā€œWhereā€™s my smooch, Logie-bear?ā€
ā€œGo fuck yourself, Wade.ā€ He calls as he walks around, Logan doesnā€™t look back as he heads off into the forest.Ā 
You still had faith heā€™d turn up for the fight, Logan always turned up when it counted and you knew this time would be no different.Ā 
ā€œHate to see him leave, but love to watch him go.ā€ Wade sighs linking his arm with yours.Ā 
ā€œMmh, You can say that again.ā€ You agree with the clown watching Loganā€™s ass as he walks away, you swear you see his step falter thanks to his impeccable hearing, but he doesnā€™t turn back.Ā 
The two of you turn and you begin walking back to the cave arm in arm with the strange man to prepare for the assault on Cassandraā€™s lair when Wade finally asks the question you know heā€™s been dying to ask since meeting you ā€œSo, Y/N just between us girlsā€¦ how big is it?ā€
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į”“źŖ« sum. what the hell is a full nelson? no worries, luckily underground boxer toji shows you a hands-on demonstration. although, you want choso to try it with you too. not only are you a slut visual learner, but you also think you can take them both - not in a fight though.
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warnings. fem! reader, boxer! au, boxers toji & choso, 3sum, choso walks in on you and toji, unprotected, full nelson, manhandling, brief ōral (f + m), quickie, size diff, finger sucking, praise, dirty talk, choking, they fight over you, whiny choso, squırting, impact play, slight nıpple play, premature ejac, spıt.
an. kind of based on this ask!
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ā€œupsie daisey, uh huh. biiiiig fuckinā€™ stretch,ā€ your mouth drops open once your thighs gets sprawled apart. your back slumps back against the fighter ā€” toji, youā€™ve been training with him for a while. not only were you training with him but youā€™ve also been a bit of a fan. you mentioned to him on how you wanted to strengthen your ā€˜flexibilityā€™ a bit more and of course, he had just the right thing to help you. out of curiosity, you asked him about a certain position you watched him perform on his rival, choso kamo. full nelson, it was considered illegal in some rings if not all. toji would always perform a specific choking move where heā€™d pin choso down with ease, burly buff arms putting him in a head lock - preventing him from moving a single inch. the entire crowd always goes wild at it every single timeā€”so you wanted to try it out for yourself. ā€œeasy, easy. donā€™t tap out on me jusā€™ yet, okay? yā€™er a big girl.ā€
bobbling your head to give him a nod, an airy breeze shoves you back into his chest. the stretchy fabric of his boxing shorts tickle against your skin upon impact. ā€œo- okay,ā€ you breathe, gasping once he hooks two big arms underneath the undersides of your thighs. heā€™s got such a good taut grip that seconds later, you felt yourself throb a bit at the feverish, hot friction. ā€œyouā€™re not really gonna, heh, choke me out right?ā€
ā€œnot unless yā€™er into that, princess,ā€ he jibes, a throaty husk of a chuckle leaving out of him. and as youā€™re spread all out, limbs extendedā€”yeah,
you were probably fucked.
after what seems like hours of meaningless stretches and exercises to prepare your limbs, tojiā€™s finally got you in the position ā€” you were sprawled right in his lap, being in a safe firm chokehold.
his voice was roughly gruff, and as he spreads your legs just a bit further, you feel the cottony bandage that wraps around his arm ghost up against your thigh. his touch was gentle and you intake a sharp breath, further continuing to lean into his touch - his grasp. ā€œmhm, seems like yā€™er a bit more flexible than i thought. this comfy?ā€
ā€œno,ā€ you let off a sheepish snort, starting to feel a brief pang on your thighs from the position. to be fair ā€” not only was full nelson uncomfortable but it was dangerous. just one wrong move and snap. but toji was a professional, heā€™d make sure youā€™d keep all your pretty little limbs in tact. probably. clearing your throat, your eyes scan around a plethora of trophies and plaques heā€™s won throughout his career. ā€œbut um, have you ever tried this position with no clothes on?ā€
toji grows quiet, allowing you to lie back on his chest. black curly strands of chest hair fondle against your skin before he murmurs gruffly into your ear. ā€œmaybe.ā€
the growing bulge that hid underneath his boxers had you almost feral. you felt its presenceā€”how it was just there, poking right against your shorts.
you prepare for yet another sharp drawn out breath, taking in his loud axe cologne that wafts through the entire studio. ā€œcan we try nude?ā€
and that was probably dumb to ask.
it was very dumb to ask.
your lewd filthy thoughts loved to make themselves known out of your lips at the worst times. your heart raced the moment you blurted that out, feeling the tips of your ears burn a scorching temperature. heā€™d say no, you were almost sure of it. you were just a dumb fan who managed to be a favorite, surely he wouldnā€™tā€”
ā€œwhy the hell not,ā€ he snickers, sliding his hands toward the smooth curvature of your hips. ā€œiā€™ll go easy on ya for today. letā€™s get rid of these,ā€ he pulls on the string of your panties, already discarding your shorts with such quickness. ā€œiā€™ll try not ā€˜ta break you too bad.ā€
but that was a lieā€”
not only did he break you but he stretched you out in all the ways possible.
you had the most dumbest expression, tongue lolled out, legs spread, gushing all over the velvet red boxing mat - time and time again.
pink luminescent lighting shine back against the centers of your irises as you stare up at the ceilingā€™s lights. youā€™ve never felt so weak. spit slick lips of yours were all swollen and numb from being chewed on constantly like candy. within minutes, your knees were already surrendering, bucking at his very mercy.
ā€œfuck, tooooji.ā€ youā€™d drag out his name in cute elongated syllables.
the infamous elastic stretch of his cock has you writhe and spasm all over his lap. ludicrously, your voice bounces across the cheap walls of the building. nevertheless, you canā€™t lie to yourself, youā€™ve rubbed a few out at the thought of having this moment with your favorite boxer.
unprofessional, maybe. but he didnā€™t care and neither did you. besides, he was helping you with your flexibility after all. even if it was a bit more intimate than most regular methods.
your heart races, thumping out quick hurried beats as heā€™s shoving his cock in and out of you. youā€™re in such a submissive position that you were just a bobble head, a doll. he treated you like one ā€” using your body, bouncing you up and down and manhandling you all over the mat.
he gruffly cackles behind the plushy shell of your ear, watching right before his eyes as youā€™re jouncing on his dick. your skin was so warm, so hot, the recoil stings for a few seconds before your ass ricochets off his sharp pelvis.
the smacks and paps only grew louder, and so did your sweet melodic moans and whimpers.
a creamy pearl of a ring coats around his base and he grunts, still having a beefy arm around your neck. his muscles flex and you fight the urge to bite his bicep. ā€œeasy, good girl. lean right into me. yā€™er a natural.ā€
his words went straight to your cunt. toji was a dirty talker, never a sweet talker.
he knew how to get you wet, whether it was with his slick mouth, his tongue, or even his cock. his voice was always so low, timbre and all. the husk that it carried never failed to make you soaked. embarrassing,
oh, it definitely was embarrassing.
heā€™s got a free hand gripping onto your thigh, kissing your ass with his palm - rough rude spanks.
the cute flinches of your rear bouncing back against his lap makes him slide a tongue over his lips, including sliding over that notorious scar that slides down the right side of his mouth. ā€œfuck, so fuckinā€™ sloppy. got the mat all soaked. should make ya lick it up, huh.ā€
you couldnā€™t even reply . . you tried, but babbles of inaudible squeaks came out instead.
it just felt too good, he felt too good.
youā€™re panting heavily, the repetitive pop song that blared through the boxing ringā€™s broken speakers gets stuck in your head. you hear the moist wails of your pussy squelching time and time again, entirely soaking yourself with your own beloved filth. a free hand of tojiā€™s creeps its way in front of you. hand so big that he could easily cover it over your entire face if he could.
with glossy half-lidded eyes, you stare at his palm, feeling your mouth water.
thick long fingers, he knew what he was doing.
tojiā€™s just casually waving his hand around in your face in a slow mesmerizing motion as you bounced on his cock. they were so lengthy and thick, his arms had prodding veins for days. from his wrist to the edge of his arm, you saw the veins poking out. he was so built that you couldnā€™t help but stare, couldnā€™t help but drool. ā€œwhat a sloppy little girl. i could really snap you in half, heh,ā€ he huffs, clenched abs pressing against your back. itā€™s hard, rock hard . . they feel like bricks.
you knew underground boxers like toji had to keep up a strict workout routine but damn.
ā€œbut youā€™d like that, huh,ā€ he murmurs, bringing another smack to your slick wet folds. you moan at the stretch of your limbs, craving for more of his rude spanks against your swollen cunt. you throbbed from not only his words but his touch too, and the thought of him literally breaking you had you a bit more soaked than you thought it would.
this was a workout of its own - rutting your weight up and down against him. heā€™s got a secure hold on your body, holding your thighs up in place.
you were stupid, not even acknowledging that youā€™d already grab ahold of his wrist, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you moan the second the dry bandaged digits delve past your lips and makings way down your throat. as your ass steadily rocks against him in sloppy rhythm, you feel the very tips of his fingers prod against your puny uvula. you almost gag at the unexpected feelingā€”a cobwebby trail of saliva that was translucent pours down the side of your parted lips.
ā€œno manners, tch,ā€ he scoffs and his ripped abs continue to brush up against your back. ā€œsloppy baby. got some nerve showinā€™ up to train being this fuckinā€™ nasty ā€˜n soaked.ā€
the hot skin against skin contact rubbing off against each other had your panties in a bunch, despite them already being technically pulled to the side and abandoned.
you were already still sensitive, swollen achy cunt sobbing out its own pleas of pleasure.
haphazardly, your knees buckle and he snatches his fingers out of your mouth. he does this solely to get a taste himself, swirling his pink pointed tongue against his slippery digits all thanks to you. ā€œstartinā€™ ā€˜ta think you came here for more than to just get an autograph ā€˜n work out with me, pretty girl.ā€
and as the plump crown of his cock molds you a tiny brief bulge from just his size alone ā€” it repeatedly thrashes up against your sweetest spot. you shudder, about to collapse backward before you hear the jingling bells of the front door sound off.
ā€œh- hey, toji man. did i leave my . . gloves . . ?ā€
choso, tojiā€™s rival and regular training partner stares at the erotic scene and his face twists.
ā€œoh,ā€ and heā€™s flustered right away.
you stop bouncing and your eyes widen as big as saucersā€”yet, you werenā€™t even embarrassed. you were in awe, you knew all about choso kamo.
the choso kamo, anyone would be crazy not too. he was the most recent up and coming boxer, and after beating toji with a brutal close score of 58-57.
as youā€™re reclined back against tojiā€”you finally get a good look at the other dark haired boxer.
he was slim yet also well built, choso was known for fighting opponents with his iconic ponytails but as of currently - he started to wear his hair down. sometimes heā€™d pin it up, a bit of a wolf cut that flew down his broad shoulders.
as his bashful gaze met yours, he grew nervous. very nervous.
black sable hued shorts cling onto his hips whilst he was shirtless, a few past battle scars painting the entire canvas of his perfectly chiseled body. ā€œam i . . interrupting something?ā€
ā€œnah. cā€™mere, ā€˜cho,ā€ a husky voice calls out and he pauses in his tracks. the air suddenly clouded its way with imaginary thick smoke of lust and tension. itā€™s so thick you could cut it with a knife.
he swallowsā€”dragging his bare feet across the crimson red mat toward you both, ducking underneath the stretchy multicolored bars before gawking at you. he was far pretty up close once he entered the practice ring, he runs a hand behind his neck before averting his eyes away from your nude body out of respect.
ā€œheā€™s always been kinda shy,ā€ toji purrs to you, still buried deep into your cunt. you shiver, every movement he makes makesā€”even just sitting up makes you let off a soft noise. you chew the inside of your cheek, feeling a stickiness stick between your thighs. dark green eyes flicker at choso and he hums, tilting his head. ā€œchoso, you know how to do full nelson too, yeah?ā€
ā€œy- yeah, of course i do why?ā€
ā€œyouā€™re avoiding eye contact again.ā€
choso gulps - burying his hands into the burrows of his shorts pockets. a sheet of sweat marinates across his forehead before he glances at toji, rephrasing. ā€œeh, yeah i know how to do full nelson. why?ā€
ā€œbecause,ā€ toji smacks his lips, a hand prying its way between the valley of your legs. you moan, still feeling full from tepid hot dumps of his cum practically oozing out of your puffy slit. ā€œweā€™ve got a new opponent ā€˜n she wants to experience what itā€™s really like on the ring.ā€
ā€œtoji, we do full nelson all the time,ā€ choso timidly runs a bundle of fingers through his buzzed undercut, a timid smile curling against his lips. ā€œwe never usually do it um . . naked though.ā€
the boxer underneath you deadpans. he could be so dense, choso stands still before a small gasp wrenches out of his pink glossed lips.
ā€œoh.. oh,ā€ and his face turns into a flustered tint.
youā€™ve watched a bit of his interviews and it seemed not only was he shy with the press but he was also very shy in person. it was cute, regardless.
as youā€™re busy being trapped up in your own thoughts, choso canā€™t help but peek down toward your legs. you were all exposed and being stretched out by his rival. he sucks his teeth in longing, briefly staring away before feeling himself grow a bit . . aroused. ā€œi feel disrespectful for looking, ā€˜m sorry.ā€
ā€œno, itā€™s okay,ā€ you murmur in coy reassurance, and a hand tugs onto his wrist. chosoā€™s breath hitches at your touch, and you felt his dark eyes flicker back toward you. thereā€™s this look in chosoā€™s eyes, itā€™s mainly lust-driven. his pupils were blown and his heart raced, you looked so pretty. itā€™s not like he didnā€™t exactly not know you. heā€™d see you every so often when you were ā€˜trainingā€™ with toji. not only that but heā€™d spot you attending almost every boxing match. always in the front row with a vip lanyard. secretly, you were more of a choso fan but toji didnā€™t have to know that. ā€œdo you wanna touch me too?ā€
ā€œyes,ā€ he blurts out almost right away and his face flushes a deeper shade. a rumble from toji shakes his shoulders - heā€™s chuckling, and you feel a big arm wrap around your torso. you bite down on your lip, still feeling yourself sit in a creamy puddle of filth, warm cum still plugged into you. choso starts to pant, watching you slither a hand between your thighs, spreading your soppy pussy lips. ā€œi mean.. oh, thatā€™s..ā€ and heā€™s barely able to think straight, watching as you toy with yourself whilst still being full of tojiā€™s thickset cock. his head starts to spin before he inches closer, kneeling down after your cute hand gestures to come here. ā€œa- are you sure you want me toā€”ā€
ā€œitā€™s okay, go ahead.ā€ you hum, guiding his wrist.
ā€œchoso, sheā€™s not gonna bite ya,ā€ toji snickers, bringing your legs back down. as of now ā€” you were currently straddling him with your back facing his chest. choso rubs his neck once more, growing sheepish yet again. itā€™s adorable, but again, heā€™s seen you at his matches and face offs. choso being choso though was far too shy to say anything or thank you for your support. but now, maybe he could thank you in another way. toji crosses his arms, cocking his head as he glances at the scene. ā€œatta boy.ā€
a scowl forms on the timid boxer as his fingers resume to brush up against your drooling cunt. ā€œs- shut up, toji,ā€ and you let off a moan at his gentle strokes. you continue to lie back against toji - staring at choso, ogles as two plump fingers of his partnerā€™s play up and down against your soddened entrance. chosoā€™s mouth starts to water the more he stares, admiring how full you wereā€”you had a few remnants of tojiā€™s cum oozing from your slit and he swipes it up, bedaubing it against your pussy to make it sheeny again. ā€œf- fuck, youā€™re so pretty.ā€
ā€œyou can t- touch me more, choso,ā€ you lightly pause his hand by grabbing his wrist. his eyes meet yours and he felt the tent in his boxers tighten. oh, he was already whipped from the sound of your voice. with half lidded smoky eyes, he huffs out a single breath before glancing at your lips. you climb off of toji and a brief pop exits your cunt - dragging choso closer. ā€œare you hard, choso?ā€
ā€œheā€™s definitely hard,ā€ toji tchs, averting his jade green eyes toward his partnerā€™s shorts. it was hard to not notice the presentable bulge thatā€™s sticking right in front of his leather everlast brand shorts. ā€œcute.ā€
ā€œshut up man,ā€ he repeats with a glowering scowl.
with a cute dramatic sigh, choso grumbles something under his breath - trying to pay more attention back toward you. he leans into your touch, closing the gap between your legs until heā€™s right between you. choso presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone before moaning into your tender skin. he couldnā€™t help but suck against your shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in your candied flavor.
you were so sweet - bandaged hands roam everywhere on your displayed body before he exhales deeply, staring at you with almost heart shaped pupils. ā€œyou . . wanna try full nelson with me too, princess?ā€
throwing your arms over him, you hum with a subtle nod. ā€œyeah, ā€˜s okay. i can handle it.ā€
famous last words,
with choso . . he stretched you all the way out, probably even more than toji.
his cock was just as thick, maybe even more. his fat reddened tip swelters the inside of your sopping pussy so good until youā€™re whimpering his name on constant loop. itā€™s like a mantra, youā€™re so dumb that itā€™s like his five lettered name was the only thing your brain could comprehend to say.
heā€™s got you upright in the same exact position before, slinging two beefy arms underneath your thighs as your weight bounces and defies gravity.
ā€œfuck, fuck,ā€ he whines, the addictive squeeze your cunt had never failed to make itself known. he reached any and every area so deep. choso had a delicious curve to his cock that sent you straight butterflies. it expands through your walls, french kissing your insides until you whine. his base was repeatedly getting smacked from your ass, each ā€˜n every time you jerked up from his lap. ā€œy- youā€™re so good. so warm, ā€˜m gonna pass out.ā€
ā€œarenā€™t you the boxer though?ā€ you try to tease, but your cheeky voice falters the second his slitted tip kisses against that spot.
your vision was merely blurry, seeing nothing but a kaleidoscope of stars. in almost defeat, your head falls back against his chest and toji watches the entire time, buff arms crossed and an amused cunning expression. seeing you milk his rival was something he didnā€™t know would turn him on so much.
choso doesnā€™t reply to your little jest, still pumping such fat inches inside of your gripping walls. heā€™s already dumb, knocked out cold with a solid punch - not necessarily from an opponent, but your pussy. ā€œhang onto me, ā€˜kay? this position requires lots of um . . s- stamina.ā€
as you nod, your entire body dangles and bobs from the movement ā€” parching hot friction gluing against each jolting limb before you spasm.
ā€œchosoooo,ā€ and your thighs collapse, coming to its pleasurable demise. his thrusts were sloppy, the squelches of your own body was so lewd. you heard it through and through, glancing down to see yourself flutter and clench around his cock. ā€œfuck, fuck ā€˜m gonna get close again.ā€
ā€œwait,ā€ a gruff voice murmurs and you glance up to see toji standing over you. he cups your chin, a thumb caressing your quivering bottom lip. ā€œsuch a empty mouth. hm, open for me, pretty. think you could use some throat training too.ā€
as chosoā€™s still plummeting his cock into your swollen cunt - stretching you out dexterously, you part your lips open.
by your surprise, tojiā€™s lips meets yours and he pulls you into a deep kiss. itā€™s a bit of a rushing kiss, sloppy and strings of saliva tangling between each mouths. you moan, feeling the weight of your breasts bounce as youā€™re making haste on the other boxerā€™s lap. fuck, you were quite literally living the dream. you whimper, feeling his broad hands grab against your tits, using thumbs to push squeeze pressure against your perky nipples. he was always so handsy, allowing his hands to wander everywhere and yanking against the remaining pathetic pieces of fabric that covered your body.
you were still layered . . partially,
his rough scarred hands slide underneath your blouse as heā€™s continuing to make out with you, curling his parted tongue beside your own before it turns into obscene sucking. your own tongue occasionally scrapes against his scar that located directly near the right side of his mouth - it tickles a bitā€”however, you whimper once chosoā€™s dick created its own little kisses against your g-spot.
abruptly, toji who was just claiming your mouth a few seconds ago pulls away from the continued kiss to grip underneath your chin again. ā€œah, say ah,ā€ and he hums at your obedience, staring at your pretty pink tongue rolling out of your mouth flat. ā€œgood, ā€˜m gonna train this throat a little bit for ya, sweets. that alright?ā€
ā€œo- okay,ā€ and youā€™re briefly cut off once he springs out his cock again, thwacking his pink pearly tip against your tongue. he lets off a gruff satisfied grunt, feeling himself harden up once you flick your tongue against his slit. youā€™re slow, making sure to savor his taste. he watches, smacking his lips and his left brow curls.
toji bites his lip, his abs curlings as he watches you try to suck him of fully ā€” he smacks his cock all against your face softly, watching your needy pout before humming. ā€œsuch a needy cock hungry slut,ā€ and a thumb swipes against your lip, preparing to insert his hardened shaft down your throat. ā€œaw, you want more, do ya?ā€
you nod before moaning, feeling choso kiss down your neck, yearning for your attention.
ā€œy- youā€™re doing so good,ā€ choso whines against your ear, clinging onto your jerking body. ā€œngh, donā€™t listen to toji. heā€™s just mean.ā€
toji rolls his eyes. heā€™d reply with a sassy remark but he was still feeling the after effects of sensitivity. his muscles were all tense and spasming from you just bouncing on him just a few minutes ago. youā€™re just grinding onto choso, feeling your hips ridiculously buckle and snap before he smears his cockhead against your lips like it was lipstick. his plump tip goes against your wet lips, only for him to smack it against your clean pink tongue. ā€œmmph.ā€ you lashes flutter, ogling as he buries a few fingers into your scalp for a good grip. toji grunts, briefly tossing his head back in rapture. his scent grows stronger as he gradually starts to sink his way into your mouth.
ā€œt- toji, ā€˜m gonna cum. i canā€™t last,ā€ choso babbles, facial expressions scrunching up the more you quicken your tempo on his lap. toji glances at choso whoā€™s melting right underneath you ā€” heā€™s got you in a secure hold, but itā€™s lazy.
one of his arms sling around your torso, another holding onto your thigh. ā€œfuck,ā€ he sucks against your neck, feeling the stretch increase. your walls were his own worst enemy, preparing to milk him for all of his worth. everything felt hot, his throat felt dry and heā€™s starting to shake right underneath you. ā€œgonna cum, gonna c- cum.ā€
ā€œnot yet, ā€˜cho,ā€ he grunts, watching as you lean in, adjusting your throat to his heavy size. your tongue swirls around the peeling slit and he huffs, a single hand tightening its hold against the roots that stick onto your scalp. ā€œmhm, look at me. donā€™t worry about him, heā€™s just a crybaby,ā€ and you can hear choso let off a scoff from behind you. tojiā€™s sensitive cock was still dribbling a bit with a concoction of your previous juices and he groans at the image of you lapping it right up. ā€œcā€™mon, little deeper. i wanna feel that slutty roof.ā€
whilst youā€™re having your mouth and cunt filled entirelyā€”chosoā€™s whining pitches louder and louder. so loud that it reverbs all throughout the thin walls of the empty boxing arena. thankfully, there wasnā€™t anyone here and it was usually closed on saturdays. he didnā€™t like be edged, he hated it.
but it felt good,
so fucking good.
especially due to the fact that he was so close to you, hearing your sweet whimpers follow in sync with his.
your voice made his cock twitch and from the inside, you felt it all.
every frantic spasm - you felt it, not to mention the few lightning type veins that run down the upward curve of his cock, you felt that too.
you rocked against him until your knees were at its last. heā€™s still holding you up but even he was about to tap out. choso had stamina - but he was no match for his rival, toji.
with murky low eyesā€”tojiā€™s staring dead at you, bobbling your head and merely shoving you down just a little deeper.
you get sloppy, a puddle of drool trickling down the corners of your chin and down the valley of your chest before his tip hits against the roof of your mouth again.
itā€™s a rough rude hit and his cock gives the very back of your throat its own few jabs. a combo if you will ā€” yet itā€™s more raunchy instead of sportsmanlike.
ā€œeyes on me baby. yeah, yeah,ā€ toji turns your head a bit, locking onto your sweet gaze. ā€œget it wet, clean it up for me. make me just as much of a mess as you, girl.ā€
his words were so low - an almost growl. you were too focused on toji that you concisely forgot about the other boxer thatā€™s sat underneath you.
choso came and it was so suddenā€”he couldnā€™t hold it anymore.
his grip weakens and he slouched back against the ring, spurts of hot cum pouring into you deep. heā€™s trembling, feeling a wave crash down on him as heā€™s succumbing to his high. choso canā€™t help but try to mimic toji, swatting the palm of his hand softly against your ass. even his spanks were respectful.
the worn out boxer pants, letting off an adorable finish. his vocals were quite loud despite having a deep bellow. ā€œbaby oh, fuuuck,ā€ he mewls out, dark brows coming together. choso was about to lose it even more at the feeling your swiveling hips throwing itself around in a circle just because. toji watches the entire thing, how you were teasing his partner whilst having your mouth all stuffed full. as heā€™s stood tall before you both, his abs clench and you get a face view of it all. perfectly incised along the edges, you saw a few marks and scars coat against his skin and itā€™s never been more attractive. choso on the other hand found his hands grabbing onto your tits, gently brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipples before nuzzling into your neck. he was definitely pussy drunk ā€” you could hear it. ā€œbabyyy,ā€ a soft voice whines pussy drunkly against the lobe of your ear, and you depart your lips away from tojiā€™s cock. he groans, viewing you lie back before you start to twitch out a bit yourself.
not only was choso close but so were you. as your legs were all stuck up in the air in its ideal position, you dramatically gasp once you feel it.
thereā€™s a tugging pile of pressure that presses down on your tummy. your jaw dropsā€”dangles and everything as youā€™re being pushed further toward the edge. your arousal steadily builds up until it finally comes.
just seconds apart from choso, you pant - a brief pang of electric shock ascending down right through you. you were speechless for a moment.
thereā€™s nothing but a white noise blaring through each of your ears. it feels like an unpredictable wave, a powerful wave that ripples right through your entire body. it took you a long time to realize you were finishing - not only finishing but you were squirting.
ā€œohmygodddd,ā€ you whimper out, feeling your legs vigorously shake. you gush out right onto the mat. feeling yourself grow hot ā€” youā€™re even hotter because of chosoā€™s body underneath you.
effortlessly, bodies stick against each other, snuggling in filthy warmth. as youā€™re leisurely coming to a halting stop of your rhythmic hips, chosoā€™s cock remained tuck inside of you and you catch your breath, head cutely flopping back against his bare chest.
ā€œdid . . did you just squirt on me?ā€ choso whimpers, a tremor in his voice.
his voice, it grew a bit raspier. although, you could still hear the softness lingering underneath it.
toji leans in toward you both, spreading your legs open just a bit more - he strums a calloused thumb down your opening, peering as youā€™re still fluttering out of arousal and was still sopping wet all the way from your needy clit.
ā€œshe fuckinā€™ did,ā€ he coos, and he leans down, getting right on his knees.
you watch with low hooded eyes, still feeling surges of nirvana and euphoria overtake your body. toji purrs in contentment, wide open palms slapping against the foamy ring mat before sticking out his lengthy rosy tongue. youā€™re catching irregular heavy breaths right along with choso, full lungs preparing to collapse and give out before you pulse.
the moment toji drags his long tongue over the dampened spot of where you just made a messā€”you felt yourself throb yet again.
so nasty, he had no shame at all. choso watched too, and he felt the exact same way as you did.
ā€œwhat a mess,ā€ and with another throaty chuckle leaving his lips, he cleans the mat off entirely before going between your legs. you moan, his palm gifting your cunt with a single abrupt spank. youā€™re so drenched that a few spurts of your slick coat onto his hand. toji stares at it, scoffing. ā€œpussy tryinā€™ to talk back i see,ā€ and he rubs his hand in a circular rotation against your cunt, maneuvering all kinds of shapes with his palm. you whimper, grabbing onto chosoā€™s wrist. in awe, toji watches as dumps of cum ooze out of your opening and he even licks that up too, sticky black hair all unkempt and gluing against his forehead. the thin black bangs that run down his brows gives him a more alluring look and he hums, darkened eyes meeting his partnerā€™s. ā€œchoso. donā€™t be a zombie. cā€™meree.ā€
you were definitely fuckedā€”
being laid out, defeated and just stupidly stupid.
your legs sprawl outward as theyā€™re both right between them. taking turns, flicking tongues of each against your swollen cunt. they took fighting over you to an entire new level. as they were drinking you dry ā€” you couldnā€™t help but imagine the lewd thought of taking them both at the same time. youā€™d probably get crushed, you could barely even handle one as is, but two? thatā€™d be an actual knockout for real.
as youā€™re still in a trancing daze, you watch both of the boxers with wide rounded eyes, grabbing both of them by the hair. thereā€™s choso whoā€™s really sweet and gentle, giving your pussy soft kitten kisses, softly brushing a thumb down your slit.
and then thereā€™s toji . .
the clit biter - opposite of choso being the clit kisser, he doesnā€™t care.
with ravened brows furrowing up, heā€™s so rude to your pussy. every few seconds, heā€™d tenderly nibble against your pulsating nub, knowing that youā€™re sensitive there. with a smug grin, he shifts his eyes at you to stare at you dead in the face whilst heā€™s right between your legs. heā€™s messy too, moving his head from side to side, his scar swipes against your cunt every now and then.
not only was he messy but he was a hogger. he slurps you clean, luxuriating the tasteless flavor on his tongue before he hears choso cutely huff out in frustration.
ā€œtoji, youā€™re hogging her. ā€˜s no fair,ā€ he grunts, dark eyes catching a glimpse at him from his hazy peripherals.
ā€œcry ā€˜bout it,ā€ and he spits on your cunt, hooked bump of his nose rubbing all against your slit.
already - tojiā€™s chin was drenched, and so was chosoā€™s. they both match with a slick of your sheeny arousal dripping down their perfectly chiseled chins. about a good hour had probably passed ā€” then again, you were too dumb to acknowledge the time. all you knew was that you were soaked. you whimper, being nothing but a stiff shivering mess as they devoured you whole.
the numbness in your legs had your back rising up in ecstasy. you wanted more. sloshing slick tongues thrash and glissade against each other before they eventually . . tangle.
toji groans, accidentally meeting with chosoā€™s lips and its brief. his eyelashes open and he has a sly smile at his rival. you watch the entire thing, the timid boxer versus the smug one. tojiā€™s hand still remains on your folds and heā€™s multitasking, seductively licking chosoā€™s bottom lip - still locking his gaze on him. heā€™s starting to taking his attention off of you. ā€œhm, donā€™t tell me you wanted attention from me ā€˜n not her this entire time, ā€˜cho.ā€
a lump gets caught in his throat. choso grows flustered, hearing his own pulse shoot out through his ears as his lips made contact against his rival. ā€œiā€”ā€
heā€™s hard, flaccid still, but definitely hard. there was a loud silence once a smack noise leaves there lips the second they each depart. chosoā€™s got a pout, a longing pout before he tries to act tough.
ā€œshut up, toji.ā€ he grouses, trying to hide his embarrassment.
ā€œhow ā€˜bout ya make me,ā€ and youā€™re just sat there dumbfounded with your legs still sprawled as if you werenā€™t just being fought over - invisible questions marks pop up everywhere over your head. what about you? what about you. with quick reflexes, he pins choso flat down on his back before snickering, having the most lewd back arch imaginable.
ā€œour re-match is tonight after all, pretty boy.ā€
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Innocents among you
Part Two to TRAITORS AMONG US
SIMON RILEY X FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 X FEM!READER
Summary: Your torture is over, but is it really? There is only the torment in your mind now. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the flowers at your hospital bed and the tormentors awaiting the relief of your forgiveness.
Part 3!!
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You flatlined twice, almost as soon as you were handed off to the medics.
Committing themselves to doing CPR before bringing in the defibrillator for an electric charge to your sudden cardiac arrest. "Clear!" They restarted your heart just outside the hallway of your cell, Simon held back by Price as your heart stopped again within the same minute and panic ensued. Johnny and Kyle hearing the news, rushing up towards the hall, their footsteps probably the echo that you held onto as your heart rate picked back up.
Clearly, you lived.
You didn't have the luxury of going comatose immediately after. As you would've preferred.
You'd awoken hours after the medical team carried you off to the infirmary. Still on edge, still plagued by discomfort and cold, despite the lights of the recovery facility and the nurses that paraded around you.
Morphine wears off in about 6 hours, so you were up wailing in agony within the same time. Clearly no one expected you up so soon, but you hadn't slept in days, at least not more than an hour. Jerking up involuntarily, hands all over you to keep you down and steady, you could hear a familiar doctor's attempt to calm you down. But, the blistering pain that radiated from every pore in your body was ringing so loud, a present noise that blocked everything out.
So, at first, you'd been terrified, attempting to clutch onto the first thing you'd woken up to. But, you couldn't move, at least not voluntarily.
With the damage to your spine for countless hours, days, and what you had discovered to be two fucking weeks of endless torture, you'd undergone three difference corrective surgeries that would 'possibly' fix the nerve and circulatory damage done to you. It had left you nearly completely immobile since your admission into the infirmary. The doctors were quite astonished that you were even alive...
The nurses were patient enough with your panicked state to slowly ease you out of your stupor. But, at times it wasn't easy, especially when you didn't even know where you were at first. Since you couldn't see...
You were blind for about four days. Everything a tinted red for a few more after you'd regained your sight.
Fevers plagued you for the week, skin that was raw and inflamed from the severe cold and constant dousing from the pipes, you couldn't move if you wanted to.
The first thing you'd been graced to see were the multiple arrangements of flowers, lilies, white tulips, hydrangeas, roses...typical assortments of regret and remorse.
"Can someone throw these away?" had been your first words.
The nurse who had been checking over your vitals looks over at the flowers, the were all over the desk, even on the floor lining the windows, once they ran out of space to put them. It was beautiful. But, she knew why. Everyone knew why. You were quite famous here in the infirmary, as you were in special unit. "Of course."
They were out within the day. The room bare once more.
And then you saw them outside your infirmary window. Just a glimpse. Around the time you were still getting your sight back.
Seeing them for the first time since everything made bile build up in your throat, a screaming fear that created a pulsing headache.
Kyle, Johnny, Price and...you didn't see Simon.
Price was...a statue. Not moving an inch. His hand against his mouth, covering up the aching distress anyone could see on his face.
Kyle was pacing, back and forth and back and forth. Making an offhanded comment at one of them every few seconds.
But, Johnny was talking, pointing spitefully at someone out of your view.
He was there too then. Simon.
Turning away from the window, you couldn't look at them anymore.
"Don't let them in," you breathe out to your doctor as she sets down a trayed mug on your sliding table as she sits you up to drink a hot cup of tea, which you had requested. "Any of them. Please." You were still so cold, you couldn't imagine dealing with any type of cold weather for a while after dealing with this.
She's confused a moment, before turning to the doorway, where she recalled seeing the four men waiting outside in the hallway. She's seen them just sitting there for days now, they wouldn't beg or argue to come in, they'd just wait. It's not like you were cleared for visitors yet anyway.
Every morning she clocked in for the job, there they were. Sitting there like abandoned children, awaiting the moment the door would open to be welcomed inside.
It was like they never left.
Of course she knew who they were to you. Word spreads fast on the base. Especially for a Task Force as 'famous' as they were around here.
Squeezing your shoulder, comfortingly. Feeling protective, your doctor spoke, "Of course," she slides the mug forward a bit, taking the teaspoon to stir once and lift it to toward your lips to sip. "Blow," she guided.
You did. And sipped.
And it was warmer than any blanket they'd wrapped you in.
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Prior to being able to trudge around on your own, with the help of a crutch you'd been given to go to the bathroom by yourself finally, the nurses had sponged you down in bed. Your spinal surgeries led to you being at risk if they made efforts to remove you from your bed for anything more than a medical emergency.
Mostly, because you're terrified of the showerhead....and it's pathetic, but no one judges you for it as you opt for a sponge bath every time instead. Even if you're shaking as the water slides down your skin even now. The last thing you needed on top of all this was to develop aquaphobia.
Today was the first day you could do it on you own, limping your way to the bathroom with your crutch. The smell of bleach is much stronger in here, it stings your nose.
You stared at the metal stool left tucked at the side, walking around it as if it would pounce up and attack you, you try not to look at it. You'd been doing well without panic attacks for a few days now, just hold it together.
Taking a breath, you reach out to the handle for the spout, glancing up at the showerhead, before back down. Swallowing thickly when you begin to turn it before pausing, hearing the water rush up the pipe to spill out. Turning it back up just as quickly, shutting off the pipe, you inhale deeply, trembling now, hand up to the chilled tile to steady yourself.
You'll try again, you had to.
Drip...
Drip...
Unable to help yourself, the sudden rush of paranoia that runs through you is terrible, a hoarse cry leaves you. You shove yourself away from the shower stall, back ramming into the doorframe, catching yourself, and away from the showerhead as the water drips, slowly from the faucet.
Drip...
Drip...
As panic tightened its grip around your chest, your breaths quickly turned to short, sharp gasps. The room spinning, colors blurring into a dizzying whirlwind. You turn swiftly, nearly knocking yourself off your feet as the thudding of your own heart startles you, you can hear it in your ears, in your hands, in your feet.
You press a trembling hand to your chest, clawing over the area, trying to slow the frantic pace of your breathing, but it only seemed to escalate. The small room narrowing to a black hole of fear and suffocation, every gasp began to disorient you, turning lightheaded.
As tears welled in your eyes, you collapse against the side wall, sliding down to the tiled floor. Slamming your palm against your chest, once, twice, as hot tears leave streaks down your bruised face, you beg your lungs to expand and wait for your breathing to regulate.
Beginning to sob uncontrollably as you hit yourself in the chest again and again and again, waiting for the moment you found yourself able to breathe.
Why did this have to happen?
You remember the violent swing of the baton against your face, the sting it leaves afterwards, the immediate spotting of bruises forming. The memory startles you, receding back into yourself, back to that day.
"It wasn't me..." you cried loudly, in the empty room. It echoes against the tiles.
Simon wrapping his hands around your neck, staring you down as he squeezed, maliciously. You couldn't breathe as your lover shook with the strength he uses to hold himself back from taking your life.
"I'm sorry," you hiccupped. "I'm--I'm sorry," you're not sure when you crawled yourself into the corner, the lights of the bathroom flickering off dimly from your lack of movement. As you're drowned in darkness, the water dripping from the spout, the cold tile against your skin, it's too much. You scramble upwards, running out of the bathroom.
The automatic lights flicker back on inside, but you're too in your head to notice.
Stumbling down to your knees as you feel the rip of a ruined stitching tearing along your side. "Ah!" comes your startled cry. Making it to the side of your hospital bed, you fist your hand through your sheets, unable to stand yourself up.
Taking pained breaths against the sterile sheets, you bury your head in them, cursing whatever luck you thought you had in this life.
They were your family...
All you had for so many years...
As your breathing slows to distraught, agonized huffs of air, sniffling to yourself as you catch sight of your face in the metal frame of your hospital bed. The dark purple bruises beneath your eyes as the swelling gradually went down, the still bloodshot left eye of yours, the twelve stitches on the left side of your face. So gruesome you knew it would scar you for life, a permanent reminder on your fucking face.
Anger bubbled up inside you at the sight of it. At the memory that would always follow when you'd look at it.
Anger that you hadn't been able to properly feel until now.
Anger that you feared to have until today.
"Are you alright?" the sound of his voice makes you visible tense.
Simon.
He's here.
You don't turn to face him, if you did, you'd revert back to the person you were cowering into moments ago. "The door was open...I just--" he pauses, swallowing thickly. "Lemme help you up."
Hearing his footsteps suddenly moving closer, you speak fast. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" you scream over your shoulder, tucking yourself further away from him. "Do NOT move."
He stops in his tracks. You catch the sight of him in the metal framing of the bed, he's a blur in the metal, but you notice his mask is gone, he's Simon Riley now, not Ghost as he appeared to you in the interrogation cell.
"Don't you dare get any closer," you spat.
"I heard you," he spoke, carefully. Mouth opening and closing, before speaking again. "But, you don't have to be stubborn. If you stay there any longer you could tear your stitches."
"Whose fault is that?"
Simon shifts his stance on his feet, waits a second. "I know. And I can never begin to tell you how sorry I am for what I did. What we all did to you," he says, quietly. "The intel we discovered...or that was forged, it came from a source we've used a dozen times, (Y/n), we thought it was true. It had to be. We've never been misled before."
"So..." your nails bite into your skin, you make an amused sound, biting down on your lip for a moment, till it hurt. " That's what you came here to say, huh? What you waited days to--. Is this you justifying--"
"No, (y/n), that's not--"
"--why you tortured me, strangled me, stripped me, in that fucking cell, Simon?"
"We had to believe it, at the time..."
"Was I not a trusted source?" you argued. "Had I not proven more than a thousand times that you could trust me? I've fought next to you, laid in your bed, given you my love, my trust, I--" you shook with rage at the time and energy wasted on time family, this relationship, if the end goal was always meant to just be this.. "I thought that was at least half the reason you decided to marry me..." at the mention of your relationship, you could see the way Simon nearly lost his balance, hands coming up to run along his face. "You told me you would kill me in that room..."
"I was just talking, I wouldn't have--" his voice cracks as he whispers, trying to convince.
"When you left, I thought you'd come back to kill me any minute, or Price, to spare you. I waited to die for two days, terrified out of my mind. I wondered about heaven, not if I'd make it... but what it'd be like, what I'd be missing out on," you thought back to your time in that cell, a haunted expression Simon couldn't see. "While you all got a good nights rest, woke up for some bacon and eggs, and listened to the warden tell you that your prisoner was framed...for a crime you'd already punished her for..." you stuttered on your breathing, tears flowing silently.
Simon inhales deeply. "I could never expect you to forgive me. I-I had taken my hurt out on you, I thought you did it, I was so sure. I couldn't hear what you were saying, I just could see the evidence, and I--I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. I'm truly--" he gets to his knees behind you.
"Get up."
"I can never tell you how sorry I am---"
"Simon."
"I never should've done this to you. If I could ever--" his voice rising with distressed breaths, you didn't have to look at him to see his face a mess of sorrow, tears that would mix into the stubble on his face.
"Simon!"
"--make it up to you. If you could ever find it in your to forgive me, (y/n). I'll spend the rest of my life--" he gets closer, reaching out.
Whipping around, stiffening completely as you feel the graze of his fingers across your skin, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" you shove your back against your bedding, your hand swinging and flying across his face. His head snapping to the side as he pauses, freezing up where he kneels, having completely forgotten your request to stay put. "What's the matter with you! Even now? Even now, you can't just listen to this one thing?!"
"I-I'm sorry..." He looks at you, finally seeing your face clearly and up close since it all happened. Finally he can see the bruises along your face, the blood that fills your eye, the dark bruise still around your neck.
Seeing him. He looks rough. Honestly, he looks terrible. His hair shaggy and falling over his eye. Dark circles with bags under them. Pale, and thinner than he should be.
His jaw clenches with guilt and he averts his eyes, you continue. "How could I forgive you for this?" you stare at him, "I could forgive you, if you hadn't let them chain me up like an animal. If you hadn't watched them drown me for hours, beat me black and blue and left me screaming for days. I could forgive you if you had just believed me even for a moment." you feign thoughtfulness. "How about you look at my face. My wrists. My legs! MY FUCKING SPINE, SIMON!"
"Nothing I can say or do, will ever make any of it ok, I know that. And I can't ask for you to ever forgive--"
"What could I possible owe you in this life, that makes you think I'd even think about forgiving any of you for the things you did to me?" you gritted out, angrily.
Simon's head drops, a slow, shuttering sigh leaves him. "I'll never stop trying to make this right. Never."
"...Get out, Simon."
"I'm sorry."
"Simon."
"I'm so sorry..." he reaches out again.
"Ghost."
He's silent this time, fingers tensing, out in mid air.
"I never wanna see you again."
"I love you, (Y/n)," he confessed, eyes feral and wide. Pulling at the ends of your slip.
"I don't want to hear that, Ghost," kicking away from him. "Stop it."
"I couldn't stop even as it happened--"
"Shut up. And get out," shaking as you sneered at his desperate attempts. "It's over, Ghost."
"And I took it on you. It hurt so much, I couldn't think," Simon's face twisted with agony and remorse. "I'm sorry!"
He was making you lose your goddamn mind, you broke. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" screaming at one another as overwhelming tears escaped your eyes.
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It's quiet in your hospital room, it's empty now, the door closed this time.
The door knob turns and opens again a moment later. "Oh no, Ms. (L/n)!" luckily it was your assigned nurse, who takes your arm and fixes it around her shoulder before helping haul yourself up to your feet. "What're you doing on the floor? There's a call button for a reason," she scolds as you sit on the edge of your bed.
You're quiet.
Alarmingly so for your nurse, who notices the pulled stitching that creates a line of blood down your side. "If this is about what happened to you..." the nurse started, speaking carefully, pulling a lining of gauze from the side to press to your skin. You don't even wince at the pressure, even when she begins to clean and replace the broken stitch. "Don't let it break you. Not even further than this experience already has..." she says, while through the last stitch and prepping a bandage.
"I've been broken long before this," you whispered, looking towards the afternoon sun shining through your window. "This. This didn't break me, no," you admitted, before glancing up with glossy eyes, rage hidden beneath a profound look of sadness. "It destroyed me."
Her hand pauses at your side, your words startling, turning to see the tear that slips down your cheek. Knowing now how deep your scars were from this, before gently sliding the last of the bandage across your skin. "Do not think you are irreparable. That time can't heal your wounds."
"But, there's always reminders," touching the stitches on your cheek, "some things can't be forgiven."
"I never said to forgive..." the nurse interjected. "If you could, after all this, you're stronger than any woman that could be named."
You snicker at that, humming soundly. "That's an interesting thought. I guess I'm one of the weaker ones then."
"And yet, still the strongest I've ever met," she finishes. Pats your cheek, "click the button next time. Save us both the heart attack."
"Noted," you assured.
As she's prepping to leave for her rounds, you open your mouth, once, twice, before clearing it. "Is it possible, someone could help me out--the water..."
"Of course," the nurse says, quickly. "Don't worry, I understand. I'll get everything set for you."
As she walks away, you breathing out your appreciation, you take a long inhale, swallowing down the heaviness in your chest.
part 3 OUT NOW!!
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readwritealldayallnight Ā· 27 days ago
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When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soapā€™s expression across the room.
The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to ā€˜piss offā€™.
ā€œAlright?ā€ He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.
ā€œYe oughta hear the shite LTā€™s tryinā€™ to convince me of over here!ā€ Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him ā€˜this is why I donā€™t tell you anythingā€™.
Because thatā€™s almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. Heā€™d just entered the common room when heā€™d spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.
When heā€™d walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud ā€œShit!ā€ in surprise.
Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.
ā€œMy missus says the same thing.ā€ The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadnā€™t automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.
ā€œShe says youā€™re too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot oā€™ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-ā€
ā€œShut it, you prick.ā€ Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. ā€œShe says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.ā€
At that, Soapā€™s eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghostā€™s life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.
Ghost wouldnā€™t normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that heā€™s not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didnā€™t seem to want to stop talking about you.
ā€œShe put her foot down with me recently.ā€ Heā€™d added with a deep chuckle.
ā€œShe did what?ā€ Soap had asked bewildered.
ā€œShe called it ā€˜putting her foot downā€™. I walked up behind her when she was doinā€™ dishes. Poor bird didnā€™t hear me and dropped somethinā€™.ā€
ā€œOh, no! Simon! Thatā€™s my favourite mug!!ā€ Youā€™d cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.
ā€œMā€™sorry lovie. Didnā€™t mean to scare ya.ā€ Heā€™d sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. Heā€™d grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. Heā€™d turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.
ā€œAgain. You mean Iā€™m sorry for scaring you again.ā€ You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. ā€œI canā€™t take it anymore Simon. You donā€™t need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!ā€
Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.
ā€œIā€™ll try harder sweetheart. I promise.ā€ Heā€™d offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before heā€™d walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.
The very next weekend heā€™d taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).
Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.
ā€œAnd so whatā€™d ya tell her?ā€ Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.
ā€œI didnā€™t tell her anythinā€™.ā€ Simon had uttered. ā€œDid as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, sā€™pose I did I tell her Iā€™d look into mug making classes or whatever.ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€
ā€œYou what?!ā€
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chiscaralight Ā· 1 month ago
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cw: shy!choso x reader, prone boning, college au. sukuna and gojo ver linked at the bottom!
college athlete!choso whoā€™s an absolute beast on the field. everyone loves to watch him play, itā€™s almost like a movie every time heā€™s out for the game! heā€™s always ready to charge headfirst when it comes to his sport, and he wonā€™t let anyone take it away from him.
college athlete!choso who doesnā€™t talk to anyone outside his teammates and a select few. itā€™s fair anyway, a lot of people only want to speak to him bc heā€™s deemed important, not like they want to know him.
college athlete!choso whoā€™s also known for his aloof personality. but when youā€™re partnered up for an essay, you soon realize everyone is painfully wrong.
college athlete!choso whoā€™s the most shy thing ever! it almost breaks your heart how he starts to stutter and avoid your eyes while you work out the details, just humming in agreement and you swear he almost passes out when you ask for his number.
college athlete!choso whoā€™s practically about to fall off the edge of your bed, trying to sit as far away from you as possible. itā€™s like trying to coax a hostile cat to eat food you brought it, but with the way youā€™re looking at him, choso is sure he wouldnā€™t mind you putting him in your mouth just a bit.
college athlete!choso who finally warms up to you after a couple of evenings together. thereā€™s still significant distance between the two of you, both physically and emotionally, but heā€™s more open now. he can actually hold a conversation with you now, and he thinks youā€™re the coolest! he canā€™t get you off his mind at all, whether heā€™s walking to the field hoping to spot you on his path, or secretly searching for you in this shared class.
college athlete!choso who jerks himself off to the thought of you after practice, making sure the locker room is empty as he moans out your name, wishing it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.
college athlete!choso who forgets heā€™s supposed to meet up with you, cussing himself out when he sees your texts and missed calls. youā€™re super understanding though, and you tell him to take his time or you can reschedule if itā€™s better. but he assures you he can be there in less than ten minutes.
college athlete!choso whoā€™s at your door in three minutes, panting and soaked. you canā€™t tell whether itā€™s from the shower water or if itā€™s sweat, but your eyes are more focused on the outline of his exposed arms and damp shirt clinging to his frame. heā€™s babbling, saying sorry for wasting your time, he ran because he couldnā€™t find his keys! but his apologies are hitting deaf ears, your mind is definitely on something else. and he notices.
college athlete!choso whoā€™s eyes widen when you pout, shyly asking him to kiss you. this is something youā€™ve been trying to avoid since the first day he sat in your room, but itā€™s so hard to hold yourself back when he looks like this!
college athlete!choso who presses his back to the door, holding you in his arms while your tongues tangle. heā€™s moaning around your tongue, shamelessly feeling you up while you grind your front against his hardening bulge. heā€™s almost embarrassingly loud, but each sound he makes sends vibrations straight between your legs.
and youā€™d have to say the same for yourself, fingers dragging down his arms, around his neck, across his chest. but the real kicker is when you softly place your hand against his abs. heā€™s unconsciously flexing beneath your touch and it draws you in like magic. maybe heā€™d have good core strength? youā€™re the one whoā€™s going to put college athlete!choso to the test.
college athlete!choso who passes your test in flying colors, prone boning you with an ease that has you seeing stars. youā€™re face first in the sheets, cries muffled by the pillow your head rests on while he slams into you like he hates you, much different from the way he asks if youā€™re okay after a couple of thrusts. you canā€™t even get your head up! and heā€™s getting worried but you guide his hand towards your neck, struggling to place your head in the crook of his elbow before telling him to squeeze.
college athlete!choso who gets off on the way your eyes roll back and your voice gets whinier. his hips falter just a bit when you call out his name in that voice, and if not for how good you felt, you wouldā€™ve teased him for the way his cock just twitched.
college athlete!choso who canā€™t face you in class the next day. youā€™re a little sad when you donā€™t see him, so you decide to check the field later in the day.
college athlete!choso who freezes up when he sees you waving from the stands. his teammates donā€™t miss his change in demeanor, and they start to laugh and nudge him in the side, teasing him about the cutie cheering him on from the bleachers.
college athlete!choso who comes up to you during their break, face still blazing hot from the exercise and the memories of you from last night. he says he would have hugged you but heā€™s insanely sweaty right now. not like you wouldā€™ve minded, that sweaty body was all up on yours last night like it was nothing!
college athlete!choso who gives you a nice long kiss before he leaves. trying to drown out the sounds of his team hollering at the two of you from a distance. you break the kiss with a laugh and tell him he can come over later if he wants.
college athlete!choso who forgets his keys and runs all the way to your place for the fourth time this week. he doesnā€™t mind though, he just thinks of it as prep for the calories heā€™s about to burn with you in a couple of minutes.
sukuna ver here!
gojo ver here!
geto ver here!
choso pt2 here!
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sunsetsimon Ā· 3 months ago
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oral is a non-negotiable for simon. you aren't having penetrative sex if he isn't able to have you in his mouth first. you have to be prepared - worked thoroughly and loosened up to be able to take his dick. he wants to slide right in with no resistance, your walls practically suffocating him with how tight they squeeze his cock with desire.
you're whining underneath him, begging him to put it in, saying you're ready and don't need to wait but he's not listening. your dainty panties are soiled already, a growing wet spot visible in the thin fabric. he pulls them down slowly, kissing your knee that's propped up against his chest. your slick sticks to the fabric, a line of dribble sticking to your inner thigh as they're removed.
cold air caresses your clit first, an exhale escaping your pretty lips in anticipation.
"'s fuckin wet already. maybe you are ready for my cock, huh, love?" simon mumbles, more to himself than to you. you can only whimper in response.
his thick fingers spread your swollen lips, exposing your wet clit to him, feeling the throb of your heartbeat against his fingertips. you watch with anticipation as he adjusts himself between your legs, licking his lips as he leans down, your feet coming to rest on his shoulders. he gives your clit a soft kiss, a sharp inhale making your body tense, awaiting his next move.
his hands move to grip your thighs, his slick covered fingers spreading your wetness along your own skin, but you're too worked up to feel embarrassed. you mewl as his hot tongue swipes along your entrance back to your clit, sucking it in his mouth as he flicks his tongue quickly against the sensitive bud.
your legs are already beginning to thrash against him, body involuntarily twitching and shaking as he devours you, shoving his tongue into your creamy pussy as far as it'll let him.
"fuck si!" you cry, gripping onto his short blond hair while your other hand braces the sheets for dear life. your hip flexors burn from being forced open, stretched past comfortability as he holds them down toward the mattress.
"tastes so fuckin' good baby," he groans as he pulls back for air, giving your clit a quick slap that has you nearly jumping off the mattress in shock before he sucks you back in, shaking his head side to side as he flattens his tongue on your clit, dragging you past pleasure to pure ecstasy.
two thick fingers shove into you with ease, stretching your gummy insides and curling against that spongy spot within you that makes you see stars. an immense pressure builds within your stomach, a wet squelching sound echoing throughout the room with each thrust of his fingers, fucking you with them hard and fast.
"gonna cum! gonna fucking cum-" you cry, holding his head in place against your clit as your ass and thighs lock, tensed so hard you can feel them cramping but you're too fucking close to care. simon's dark brown eyes watch your face twist, eyes rolling back as he flicks his tongue against your clit just how he knows you need it.
your hot walls grip his fingers as you release, a rush of liquid squirting out onto his face and chest as he continues to finger-fuck you through it, coaxing all of the liquid he can get out of you. black dots cloud your vision, unable to move or control your body, feeling like you're floating.
"thas' good baby," he comforts you, "y'did fuckin' amazing for me."
his fingers slow to a stop, allowing you to catch your breath and your consciousness to return to your body. your heart pounds in your ears, the pressure almost dizzying. "doin' okay, love?" simon's brows furrow, caressing your outer thighs as you slowly pull your shaking legs closed.
"too good," your voice is weak, "can't feel my legs because of you."
he laughs, wiping his chin from your wetness that drips down to his neck, "good. means you're ready f'me. now why don't you get on your stomach for me, little thing?"
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filmstarved Ā· 3 months ago
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i can fix him and fuck him.
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18+ [logan x female!reader]
nobody can break through logan's walls with ease like you can. and he actually lets you, welcomes it even. he needs it to breathe and when he's ready to walk out of the gifted youngsters door, there you are again.
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logan sulks. heā€™s so devoid of love and compassion that he sulks. heā€™s confused most days, too. unsure of who he is and what he even wants. the people who are somehow closest to him canā€™t even find their way past the fire breathing dragons that guard the drawbridge to his heart. (scott jokes that he doesnā€™t have a heart and that the adamantium replaced it and heā€™s fully pumping cold, hard metal).
logan is a man who answers to himself and doesnā€™t give people even the slightest chance to ask him a dumb fucking question because heā€™s not in the fucking mood. heā€™s never in the moodā€¦unless you put him in one. usually a good one.
you earn a smile from logan as easy as the sun makes it seem to rise every morning and the moon to take its place at night. it leaves the team dumfounded. they believe if you werenā€™t here, logan would have left a long time ago. theyā€™re right. logan used to search high and low for any excuse to leave. he never knew where heā€™d go, heā€™d justā€¦go. but you didnā€™t dare let him out of your sight. not ever since the professor had brought you to what you call home a little over a year ago now.
deep down, he wanted reasons to stay. somewhere deep inside that metal frameā€¦he wanted things to be right again. heā€™d find it tiring most days to carry around his grief and anger. but you gave him reasons to stay just one more day.
ā€œso weā€™re working on that thing for charles together tomorrow right?ā€ you asked on a wednesday, standing so cutely in the threshold of his door that it was almost annoying to him.
ā€œso weā€™re catching that movie downtown with ororo and hank tomorrow right? it starts at 6!ā€ you asked on a thursday.
ā€œheeyyy, loā€¦do you possibly, maybe think you could sub for scottā€™s morning classes tomorrow? he has a dentist appointmentā€¦,ā€ you shyly asked on a very late sunday night. (logan heard scottā€™s jokes about his heart so he made you ask. logan was the only one available.)
but behind his stoic stature and intimidating glare fixed on his face accompanied by knitted brows, heā€™d always say yesā€¦to you. you were his reason for staying. he knew it but would never admit it. you knew it but played the oblivious part well. and the rest of the team would gossip about it when you two werenā€™t around. but as long as you were here, logan has nowhere else to be.
although as of late, youā€™ve been busy. much busier than usual. charles has you creating plans for a mission happening soon. when youā€™re not teaching mutant ethics 101 to freshmen, youā€™re hauled up in the lab or library; sometimes darting back and forth between the two multiple times a day leaving very little time to worry about logan.
tonight, you brought your work back to your dorm. as you cleaned up a rough draft of an exit strategy, rain began to tap lightly on the window. you had lit candles littered around the room as well as grouped on your table, a small desk lamp illuminated the surface further. as you reached up to stretch your aching back muscles, you were startled by the sound of a throat clearing.
your eyes shot to the sound at your door where logan stood, leaning against the frame; arms crossed and still like he had been glued to the spot.Ā 
ā€œhi lo,ā€ you say. ā€œyā€™scared me, heh.ā€ you arenā€™t used to logan greeting you often, especially not this late. heā€™s over 150 years old, of course heā€™s grumpy and an early bird. youā€™re usually the one at his door with requests and invitations to social events he assumes can be nothing short of insufferable. he sighs, his stare dropping to burn holes in the ground. ā€œlogan, are you-ā€œ
ā€œi think iā€™m gonna get out of here, bub.ā€
those words felt like an arrow hitting the bullseye in your chest and then another splitting the first one right through the center.
ā€œwha-what do you mean?ā€¦youā€™re leaving?ā€ you asked, confusion and frustration trembling in your voice.
ā€œitā€™s too hard being here.ā€
with that, you stood up from your chair, beelining to him. ā€œcā€™mere,ā€ you say hushed, pulling on his leather clad arm, trying to unfold them and get him out of the door frame. he doesnā€™t budge and you pull ā€œthe lookā€ that you know he canā€™t say no to. ā€œcome sit with me please, lo.ā€
he unfolds his arms which allows you to grab his hands to lead him to take a load off on your bed. your bare feet pat on the hardwood floor as you quickly go back to close the door.
you walked back over to him, assessing his body language. ever since he let you use your mutation to ā€œread himā€ a few months ago, you told him youā€™d never do it again without his permission. one gaze into his eyes and a touch of his skin and you could feel everything wracking around in his head. anxiety, rage, hate but love, pain. it was hard to feel just for a moment and your heart cracked knowing he was riddled with those feelings constantly.
but right now you couldnā€™t help it, he was slouched on the edge of the bed, his head dropping to rest in his large hands, and apparently ready to walk right out of the door. your powers are amplified with a touch and even more when you can look into their eyes. from a distance, you could feel a sense of unease and something elseā€¦ a pressureā€¦built up in your stomach as you surveyed your friend. it didnā€™t feel bad thoughā€¦it felt familiar. a good familiar. you stopped reading him and did your best to shrug off the aching stomach feeling and care for your disheveled logan.
he wasnā€™t emotional, like ever. he hid all that, only showing you what you wanted to see; what he believed you wished him to be ā€” happy, whatever that was. but that couldnā€™tā€™ve been farther from the truth. sure, you want him to be happy but also just whatever he wanted to feel, you wouldnā€™t suppress it or try to change it to fit some ideal of who people on the outside want him to be. yes, he was one of the meanest motherfuckers you had ever met but he was your mean motherfucker. (whatever that means because nothing has ever really been clear between you two).
you walked closer to him, forcing yourself in his diabolical bubble. you stood between his legs, removing his hands from his face to wrap them around your waist. you scooped your hands under his scruffy chin, pulling up to get a look into his bloodshot eyes. oh, heā€™d been crying.
ā€œloā€¦,ā€ you muttered. ā€œwhy were you crying, wolv?ā€ you slide a thumb across his cheek where tears had stained the skin. ā€œwhy do you want to leave?ā€
he pulled his face away, breaking his stare with you. he dropped his head forward to rest on your stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs so his hands rested on the back of your thighs. he began to slowly rub the exposed skin of them that your very short night shorts didnā€™t cover. he lifted the hem of your shirt slightly to press his hot face into the soft, cool skin underneath. he hummed into it, allowing you to feel the vibration.
ā€œlogan,ā€ you softly moaned his name under your breath. his fingers press firmly, inching closer to the crease in the skin where your ass meets thigh.
ā€œis this okay?ā€ he asks lowly, when he looks up for confirmation to keep going, youā€™re already looking down at him nodding. ā€œsay itā€™s okay for me to touch you like this, bub.ā€
ā€œyes, keep going, logan,ā€ you said curtly. in your voice there is a hint of need. you hadnā€™t been touched like this since jeanā€™s christmas party, tipsy off spiked egg nog in the garden with a guy whose mutation was a very wet, long tongue. flirting with him seemed intriguing in the moment, but five minutes later, it rendered itself utterly useless due to user error. the sexual tension between you and logan is so potent it usually clears out a room. aside from accidental brushes of hands and quick looks at each others lips mid conversation, neither one of you has acted on it.
his hums turn to growls and soft whimpers as your hands ran through and tugged his hair. your fingers found their way to his nape, splaying out to grip the hair there in your fist. he managed to place a single kiss on the skin right above the elastic of your shorts before you pulled his head back to scrutinize his face.
ā€œyou donā€™t have permission to read me,ā€ he groaned. before you could ask how he even knew thatā€™s what you were doing he said, ā€œyou get this serious, focused look in your eyes. i can feel you in my head.ā€
ā€œlogan, what are we doing?ā€ you ask, releasing his hair and stepping out of his bubble.Ā 
his hands drop from the absence of your thighs onto his lap and his sighs frustratingly.Ā 
ā€œwhat do you mean?ā€ he asks, admiring your body in the dim light with a semi pressing on the denim of his jeans through his boxers.
ā€œiā€™mā€¦not doing this with youā€¦if youā€™re just gonna disappear from my bed before the fuckinā€™ sun comes up. iā€™m not doing this,ā€ you said, with your hands on your hips.
he pressed his hands into his knees to push himself up to tower over you. he took two big steps forward and stood in front of you. his hand raised up to brush the back of his fingers across your cheek to cup it and rub his thumb over the warm skin.Ā 
he pressed his lips to yours, skillfully allowing his tongue access to it. you let him. ā€œi give you permission,ā€ he moaned in your mouth. ā€œread me. feel how i feel about youā€¦how iā€™ve always felt about you.ā€
he welcomed the hesitant slip of your hands past his jacket and under his shirt, shivering and chuckling ā€œmm, coldā€ into your mouth. you rested your cool touch on his hips and with his mouth obsessed with yours, you read him.Ā 
your head dizzied instantly and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. you had never felt anything as strong as this. you could almost taste the colors in loganā€™s head. your heart dropped to your stomach like you were on a rollercoaster, feeling sick from adrenaline in the best ways. and then, returned that good familiar feeling. this time buried even deeper in your stomach, moving itā€™s way lowerā€¦and lower until logan was swallowing the noises escaping you. before you literally passed out, you dropped your hands and took back ownership of your lips and tongue. breathing heavily, you moved away from him to collect yourself.
a beat of silence followed by a heavy sigh and a ā€œwell, say somethingā€ from logan passed and you opened your mouth to speak before shutting it again.
thatā€¦was the best thing you had ever felt. no drug could compare to the euphoria that a minute of kissing logan could bring. you could practically feel yourself lubricating and your upper thighs unconsciously squeezed together as you scrambled to find thoughts.
there were none. your mind already dumb and wanting more of himā€¦more of the feeling. your fists planted firmly on both your hips as if you were grounding yourself to the floor to avoid buckling. you eyed the ground, looked back up at him and forwarded with another heated, taking-in-each-others-breath kiss. your hands found their way to the same place gripping the hair on his nape to which he praised the tug with a moan. he supported your balance as your whines got more whiney and needy and your hands held onto him like life support.
ā€œlay down,ā€ he said into your kiss. it wasnā€™t really a command, more of a warning because he tossed you on the bed like unfolded laundry.
he stood over you as you collected yourself, darting your tongue out to taste the spit he left behind. you propped yourself up on your elbows to get a look at the man casting a shadow over you. without the sounds of pleasure exclaiming in each others mouths, your ears absorbed the comforting sound of the battering rain. a tree branch smacked the window as thunder rumbled outside.
logan took a moment to admire your presence. starting at the top, he gazed upon your hair that he associates with vanilla and roses and the times heā€™d touch himself wondering how itā€™d feel being wrapped around his hand and pulled.
as he removed his leather jacket, he took his time mentally undressing you. feeling even more pressure build in your clit, you bore your hips down into the mattress, rolling them in circles to stimulate the swollen nub. he beheld your tits, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip at the sight of your hard buds under your very thin, white tank top. he threw his heavy jacket to the side, letting it thud in a ball on the ground.
ā€œyou look so beautiful, sweetheart,ā€ he said, deeply enthralled by your scantily clad figure laid out in front of him. unable to stop staring, you could see the bulge in his pants get larger and it ridiculously turned you on. with you making eye contact with the crotch of his jeans, he effortlessly unfastened his belt buckle. the metallic buckle clanked to the floor as his jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles.Ā 
he stroked himself while he looked upon you. it was like you could read his mind, because you began to touch yourself. the twitch of his lips and darkening of his eyes validated your teasing. letting yourself drop back on the bed, you caressed your body for him. one hand occupied by cupping your tit and pinching and twisting your nipple while the other is exploring the wet spot left on your panties. not being able to handle eye-fucking you any longer, he dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed between your legs. logan hooked his arms under your knees, pulling you close which in your intoxicatingly lustful brain you found funny, so you laughed.
logan spread your thighs open so he could fit in between them to leave wet, sloppy kisses all over your skin. he nibbled here and there, earning soft hisses and hums from your parted lips.
kiss kiss nibble hiss mmm kiss hum nibble nibble bite kiss suck
he spent about a minute just doing that, leaving warm welts in his mouths wake. ā€œi need these off of you, princess.ā€ once he had kissed his way up to the elastic of your shorts, he snapped it. you nodded and he did the honor of pulling them down and flinging them across the room like he was opening presents on christmas morning.Ā 
he let out an amused scoff as he ran his trembling hand down his face, caught between ecstatic disbelief at the sight of your black lace panties with little black bows adorning the seams. you mentally thanked your past self for slacking on doing laundry and only having your ā€œspecial occasionā€ panties left to wear.
ā€œdā€™you know how pretty you are,ā€ he said. his eyes traced over every inch of you in excitement like you were artwork he stole from the louvre and made out like a bandit with.
his hand disappeared to slickly stroke himself, his mouth watering in anticipation for your taste. his chest heaves as he takes in the sight of you, studying every curve prettily laid out before him; thinking about every position he wants to see you in and every way he wants to please you. without another groan inducing thought, he lunged forward to press a kiss to your lips, his tongue demanding attention. you drink his breath like liquor becoming completely intoxicated by him. he needed this, he needed you.
ā€œneedā€¦to tasteā€¦you,ā€ he breathed in between kisses. with this mouth obsessed with yours, his hands caress your tits, his thumbing circles on one of the nubs while heā€™s pinching and pulling on the other. your head falls back and your neck rolls at the sensation, earning profanities from your pretty, swollen lips. your tit misses the hand that he proceeds to run down and up your thigh to locate the spot in your panties you were playing with a moment before. as he parts from your kiss, heā€™s hooked two fingers under the elastic, pulling those off swiftly.
you yelp when he pushes your torso down. you stare up at the decorative ceiling as he savors you, kissing and massaging your thick thighs. heā€™s enjoying playing with you as much as possible before allowing himself any pleasure. he wants your juice to cover his faceā€¦his neckā€¦his armā€¦the bedā€¦the floor too when he gets you to pop like a water balloon.
ā€œloganā€¦please, please,ā€ you beg, pawing at his hair. you lift your head to watch the man between your legs taking in the sight and smell of your pretty, wet pussy. even in the dim light, he could see how much you ached for him. he not so secretly got entertainment from watching you lightly buck your hips up to his face and he wouldā€™ve let it continue but your pheromones became overwhelming for him; engulfing his head in itā€™s enchanting aroma.
like fresh pie on a windowsill, he was drawn into you. logan opened wide to swipe one flat tongued lick up your slit. he had one goal ā€” to knock all sense out of you, to fully engulf you in pleasure. he wants you dumb and begging for him to stay right where he is ā€” at the mansion and also all over you.Ā 
logan audibly sucked and popped your clit in and out of his mouth, teasing the most sensitive bit. heā€™d suck and pop and then lick up your slick, repeating the act. one of his big hands reached up to cup your tit, pinching and twisting and circling. from his hair to the tit he wasnā€™t playing with, you clawed at whatever would ground you. being eaten by logan felt like floating above the stratosphere.
your wet soaked his beard and it only made him more horny, his cock dripping and throbbing in his fist. tasting you, inhaling you, winning pretty sounds from you, knowing heā€™s the one making you buck up and fuck his nose only made his appetite for you insatiable. he let go of himself to push his pointer and middle fingers into your needing pussy. you hissed and cursed. the thrill of him devouring you began to reach its peak. his fingers pumped relentlessly into you, curling them to stimulate your g-spot. moans, curses, the gushing of your wet cunt, his sucking and popping and vibrating moans mixed with the rain and thunder grumbling outside filled the dorm like mozartā€™s symphony no. 25.
he wanted to kiss you, so he did. with his fingers still coaxing an orgasm out of you, he shared the sweet taste. he got back on the bed with you, sliding his free hand under your back to push you up to further to see the mess you were making on the sheets.
ā€œlook at how good youā€™re taking my fingers,ā€ he groaned, inching closer to your ear so you could hear his dirty language loud and clear. ā€œyou can come for me, baby.ā€ he peppered a few kisses to your forehead, removing his hand from behind you so he could press it into your stomach. this only heightened the overwhelming wash of pleasure coursing through you.
ā€œloā€¦logan, iā€™m-ā€œ
ā€œfuck my fingers, baby. use themā€¦oh thatā€™s itā€¦thatā€™s itā€¦i feel that clenching, cā€™mon you can do it for me. go big baby, make me happy.ā€ his dirty mouth and sporadic clit circling and pumping in and out of you with his tireless wrist pushed you over the edge. you cowered into his neck, pulling on his white tank top and biting the salty skin below his ear as your pussy obeyed, erupting with your juices. out of breath and fucking dumb already, you could feel the wet soak the sheets under your ass.
logan pulled his fingers out of you, landing a light smack on your pussy before licking you clean off of his digits. you fell back on the bed, your arms above your head as you heaved and saw stars.
ā€œā€˜m not done with you, princess.ā€ he slid off the bed, still delighted by your taste and engulfed in your aroma.
ā€œfuuuck,ā€ you groaned. the pulsing lightning feeling spread throughout both legs as an effect of your rocking orgasm. logan was wicked with his tongue, a devious magician with his fingers and you were his sole audience member wondering about his tricks for sleight of hand.
he quickly tossed his tank, that had tug marks from your attempt to ground yourself, to the side, his muscles flexing under his skin. as he let your post orgasm, cock-dumb brain fog clear, he spit in his hand to fuck his fist. his saliva mixed with the pre-cum leaking from the head, he groaned and sighed heavily at the feeling of giving his dick some sort of relief. you, needy for another hit of him, propped yourself up on your elbows to watch the most delectable creature pleasure himself.
just the sight of him illuminated by candles and flashes of lightning outside as he gets off to how fucked out and dumb you look was enough to have you open up again and play with yourself. the sensitivity from your swollen nub required a delicate touch but your pussy ached, clenching around nothing. his knitted brows relaxed, eyes darting from your pretty face, to your tits, to your fingers rubbing circles where his mouth resided moments ago back to look longingly into your eyes.
ā€œyouā€™re gonna stay,ā€ you said. your hand reached your mouth, your tongue swiping a lick up your middle and ring fingers, wrapping your lips around them to coat them in your saliva. ā€œtell me youā€™re going to stay for me,ā€ you elaborated. your wet fingers found your aching center.
ā€œthereā€™s no where else i want to be,ā€ he answered. he paced closer to the bed where you laid, his dick basically making eye contact with you as he stopped a few inches away. ā€œyouā€™re mine, you know that?ā€ he noticed your hand slow, ā€œkeep going,ā€ he commanded. logan reached out to cup your face, tilting his head to get a look at you obeying his every request. ā€œyour faceā€¦your mouthā€¦,ā€ his thumb swiped across your lips as he spoke. ā€œyour bodyā€¦your cunt.ā€ he leaned down to kiss your mouth, leaving a string of spit attached to your lower lip. ā€œyour laughā€¦your heart,ā€ he said kindly, his hand massaging your scalp. moans earned from his praise escaped you. ā€œyouā€™re all mine. is that okay with you, baby?ā€
youā€™re so bewitched by his aura and his subtle touches make your heart race so fast that you canā€™t do anything but try to maintain his torrid eye contact and nod.
ā€œuse your words, honey.ā€ his thumb returned to the softness of your parted lips.
ā€œiā€™m yours, logan,ā€ you said, taking his thumb in and closing your lips around it. ā€œif youā€™ll stay with me, iā€™ll be yours forever,ā€ you breathed around his thumb, speaking from a mix of eager lust and the terrifying need for him to not to be an asshole, just once.
ā€œiā€™m not going anywhereā€¦i promise,ā€ he said matter of factly before leaning back down to hungrily devour your kiss. ā€œi need toā€¦fuck youā€¦now,ā€ he cursed in between swallowing moans.Ā 
ā€œdo what you wantā€¦iā€™m yours,ā€ you said just clearly audible over the storm rumbling outside. you two shared eye contact so intense that you noticed his dick twitch from your peripheral. you took his dick in your drooling mouth, reaching up to squeeze the base of him. it twitched from the warmth, pressure and tongue swiping rhythmically around his angry, red tip. you kept yourself enveloped around his length, bobbing your head to hit your gag reflex. the added lubrication drove him crazy, his abs twitching under the toned skin of his abdomen. you moaned around him purely from the enjoyment you got out of having him stretch the corners of your mouth, feeling the sting from it.Ā 
logan reached down with both hands to hold your head steady while he sped up thrusting into your throat. your gags and gasps for air, his praise and the storm filled the room beautifully.Ā 
ā€œfuuuck, baby, keep that throat open for me please,ā€ he begged. his hands left their position to find a new one ā€” one supporting his thrusting hips, the other petting your head. ā€œoh, you look so fuckinā€™ pretty with my cock down your throatā€¦youā€™re taking me so good, sweetheart.ā€
he pulled his dick out of your mouth to smack it on your face, complimenting how gorgeous you look. he kissed and licked the mess off of your mouth.
ā€œmm, baby i need to know how good you feel.ā€ with that, he rounded the bed to lay down. ā€œcā€™mere, baby.ā€ you turned around, crawling on all fours to obey him. his cock in its usual place to be, in his fist, leaks pre-cum in anticipation for you to smother it with your warm, clenching pussy.
ā€œlay down,ā€ he said.
ā€œdamn, yes sir,ā€ you say, jokingly annoyed with all of his demands. you lay down next to him, your knees instinctively parting slightly. he lays on his side, resting his hand on your stomach, rubbing his large hand in flat circles.
ā€œdā€™you know how long iā€™ve thought about this moment with you?ā€ he asked, leaning in to kiss and suck the skin in the crook of your neck. you lustfully sighed at the sensation of his hot breath. his hand finds its way between your legs again, tickling and tapping at your slit. ā€œi want you to read me the whole time iā€™m insideā€¦can you do that?ā€
ā€œare youā€”ā€œ
ā€œyes iā€™m sure, i feel so fucking good right now and i havenā€™t even felt you. i want you to feel that and more,ā€ he explains, pulling your chin in to taste the desperation on you.
before he came just from your kiss and rutting against the sheets, he hovered above you. his lips stayed attached to your chest, kissing lower and lower to suck a tit into his mouth, flicking your nipple with his tongue then biting softly on the nub. his hand disappeared from the side of your head to grab hold of his shaft, flicking his tip against your clit. his head dropped as he watched and listened to your slick coating his cock. he quickly swiped up and down your pussy trying to savor every fold and feeling. his brows furrowed, not being able to resist your warmth, he lined himself up with your hole, using his hand to guide just the tip into it.
ā€œohā€¦fuck,ā€ he groaned in excitement. he pushed in just a little more which caused you to hiss. his head shot up and eyes scanned your face for any sign of regret or unsureness. ā€œare you okay? dā€™you want to stop?ā€
ā€œno, baby,ā€ you giggled, lifting your arms rest around his neck, one hand always finding a way into his dark locks. ā€œjust been a whileā€¦keep going, iā€™m okay.ā€
with your permission, he pushed in a little more. he let out a deep groan at the feeling of you stretching to form perfectly around him. you gasped, pressing a hand into his chest, feeling a similar sting to the one you felt in the corners of your mouth earlier. against his want to start thrusting his whole length into you, his went slow, watching your demeanor for cues to keep going.
ā€œyou feelā€¦fuckā€¦like it was made for me,ā€ he said which caused the butterflies in you to flutter their wings even faster. ā€œare you okay?ā€ his chest heaved and his breath fanned your face.
ā€œfuck meā€¦please logan,ā€ you said. your hands reached his hips, pushing them down onto you. without wasting another minute, he did.Ā 
he bent your knee more to press it into your chest as his hips repeatedly slammed down hard, his balls smacking your ass. with one hand giving him better access by positioning your leg higher, the other cupped and squeezed your bouncing tit.
ā€œoh myā€¦fucking god,ā€ you moaned. you had let the walls of your mutation down, allowing yourself to be flooded by not only your pleasureā€¦but the love logan feels for you plus the absolute sheer euphoria that he was experiencing deep inside of your pussy. it coursed through your body like a steam engine leaving the station. it had felt like you had been brought to five earth shattering orgasms before the one that was bound to shake you again soon.
ā€œyou know you feel so good, look at that fuckinā€™ fucked out smile. can you feel it? can you feel how good you make me feel, baby? donā€™t stop readinā€™ me, princess. itā€™s all for you,ā€ he praised for you to hear every word.
ā€œholy shitā€¦mm fuckinā€™ā€¦ahh!ā€ your hands couldnā€™t help but find their way above your head, subconsciously reaching for the bed post for something to ground you again.
ā€œhere, baby, hold onto me.ā€ logan grabbed your wandering wrist with his free hand, slapping your hand on his chest which you pressed into as if you were pushing him away. before your cock drunk mind could register what happened, he had flipped the two of you so you were on top.Ā 
logan looked so fucking pretty under you. you took a second to breathe and take in the view before bending your knees to put yourself in a squatting position on his cock. you placed your hands on his heaving chest for support as you started to bounce your ass on him. ā€˜oh this is so funā€™, the thought making you giggle in elation as you drilled down your hips, rocking them back and forth to feel him stimulate the deepest parts of you. his thumb bored into your clit, drawing circles on it.Ā 
as you kept bouncing your wet pussy on him just how he liked, logan lifted his knees up behind you and pushed you back onto them. he moved his hand away from your clit and picked his head up to watch his dick disappear deep inside you. then, he spit. his saliva landed on your pussy and stomach. he went back to stimulating you, fully realizing how much that turned you on from the tight clench around him and the extra juice running down his ass onto the sheets under you two.
he, still playing with your clit, summoned your face closer to his with the middle and ring fingers on the other hand. once closer, he grabbed your neck to kiss your fiercely.Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re my good girl, huh?ā€
ā€˜mhmmā€™ was all you could muster with his hand around your throat and his hips still ramming his cock into your stretched out hole.
ā€œuse those words for me, baby. areā€¦mm, fuckā€¦you my good girl?ā€
ā€œyeā€¦sss, baby iā€™m yourā€¦goodā€¦oh my fuckingā€¦girl!!ā€
ā€œopen your mouth.ā€ he fucking spit in it. you moaned tasting him again and feeling it on your face. ā€œgoodā€¦fuckinā€™ girl,ā€ he complimented, kissing you and then squeezing your cheeks to spit on your tongue again.Ā 
your body started to go limp and your eyes were practically glued together. you could feel the searing hot orgasm burning up inside. you could feel logan in a way that you never thought possible. everything.Ā 
his love, his passion, his longing, his fear, his anxiety, his lust, his heartā€¦everything was yours in this moment. high on his feelings, you let your head fall back coming undone on top of him.
ā€œoh youā€™re so prettyā€¦thatā€™s pretty, baby, keepā€¦fuckā€¦use me, itā€™s all for you.ā€ his words took you further and further into ecstasy. it was a really good fucking trip that you never wanted to end. the pain of his cock fucking you out and his grip clutching your skin like heā€™d fall off earth without doing so made you moan so intensely that not even the thunder outside could compete.
he could tell you were a few fucks away from collapsing but so was he.Ā 
ā€œbabyā€¦you keep clenching around me like thatā€¦iā€™m gonna fuckinā€™ fill you,ā€ he said. you kept bouncing on it, wanting him to even feel a fraction of how he just made you feel. he closed his eyes trying to last as long as possible in the heaven that he found in you. his thumbs bore into your hips as he used them to ground himself.
ā€œi want it, babyā€¦fill your good girl up.ā€ you leaned down to speak into his ear and then carry on kissing his neck, letting him claim your moans as trophies.Ā 
ā€œfuuuuckā€¦fuuuck,ā€ he moaned as his thrusting became sloppy and you werenā€™t bouncing as much anymore. his abs twitched again along with his face.Ā 
SNIKT!!
you hissed at the cool metal of his claws against your skin and the feel of him throbbing severely inside you as he let himself paint your walls. you thanked him in pleased moans before falling on his chest. still semi-hard inside, he kissed the top of your head to which you looked up and he gave you a proper kiss. he let himself twitch out a few more dribbles of cum inside you before pulling his claws back in to carefully rub your back.
a few beats of silence went by as you listened to each others hastened breaths and the rain tapping the glass.Ā 
ā€œā€¦i love you, logan.ā€
ā€œi think you know how much i love you, baby,ā€ he said, smugly remembering how you looked coming on his dick, further escalated by his letting you read him.
you two snuggled naked under the covers and as you laid on his chest and listened to his light snoring, you read him again.Ā 
ease and silenceā€¦and love.
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KARMA !
ā€” brat taming the jjk men feat. choso kamo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro.
WARNINGS. femdom!reader, f!reader (she/her), brat taming, cock slaps, crying, handjob, choking, p in v, riding, overstim, lingerie, lollll slotted toji out :33, recording, finger sucking. ( 2k ) note. hellloooooo hope u all enjoy this. i had fun writing bc i loveee the idea of making big strong men crumble mhmhmhm. anywaysss reblogs are appreciated thank youuu love u all. repost bc last night it didnā€™t show in the tags šŸ’” but i edited it and added alottt so if you already saw it feel free to read again !! ty
įƓ į”£š­© CHOSO KAMO
ā€œmaā€” make mā€” ooohh fuck. waiā€”waitā€ his voice trembled so cutely that it was barely coherent, crumbling into a pretty whine that drowns out his pathetic attempt (if you could even call it that) at being a defiant little brat, making you giggle, your slicked up thumbs pushing and rubbing down on the slit of his leaky tip, sending jolts of pain masked as pleasure up his bony spine, ā€œmake you?ā€
immediately he knows heā€™s fucked up. the air between you growing thick.
he didnā€™t know what came over him, really. maybe he had been watching too much porn, fantasizing too much, because the idea of getting tamed by youā€” god, just the thought of getting put in his place, turned him on so much. so, so much.
but having to actually disobey you, he couldnā€™t. he believes he was only put on this earth to serve you and please you. to be good. his head hurriedly shakes side to side, making each strand of ravened silky hair jump and dance before resting to frame his flushed face, ā€œā€˜m sorry didnā€™t meā€”ā€
you land a heavy, hard slap to his cock, the sound pounding in his flushed ears blending with the beat of his heart, making his body tense up and jerk underneath you. his breaths come out in ragged little gasps, each one such a struggle as his fuzzy brain short circuits under your warm palms.
it really is cute, you think. cute how easy it is to break him. the pretty tears that drip down his puffed-up, blushed cheeks remind you of that. heā€™s choking on his sobs when you move to cup his face and kiss the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks. crying and sniffling because he hates when youā€™re mad. hates disappointing you.
ā€œā€˜m sorry, i donā€™tā€” just wanna be so good for you. iā€™ll beā€” wanna be your good boy.ā€
ā€œi know,ā€ you coo, petting him like the pretty pet he is, ā€œwanna try again for me, hm?ā€
and oh, heā€™s nodding so sweetly, cock throbbing for you, his big glassy eyes heart-shaped, staring up. so ready to be yours, ready to be the good boy youā€™ve trained him to be.
so you tell him again, ā€œfuck my fists, make yourself cum, pretty boy. and look me in my eyes.ā€
his hips buck up, the salty tears on his cheeks warming and dried as he uses your sticky hands like a fleshlight, whining prettily when you tighten your grip around him, ā€œā€˜m sorryā€ he babbles over and over, drooling out the corners of his parted puffy lips.
heā€™s so good. staring into the blown pupils of your pretty eyes without fault, like you told him to. because you told him to.
and his thighs burn, his legs shaking and trembling against the silky sheets as he gets closer and closer. the pain almost urging him on, ā€œare you gonna cum for me? baby? gonna give it all to me hm?ā€
ā€œyes, pleā€” please. please, can i cum canā€”ā€
you pull your hands off him.
drawing out the prettiest whine to ever be heard. like a song of the angels. his head falling back against the wooden headboard, hips bucking up in search of something to ease the ache that overwhelms in his tummy. those hot tears making a special reappearance.
ā€œaww baby,ā€ you hum, feigning sympathy, massaging his warmā€” full, heavy balls, ā€œdid you really think youā€™d get to cum after that, hm? did you?ā€
his eyes widen in desperation, disappointment. he tries to speak, to plead, to beg, but all that comes out are broken little sobs and whimpers.
the look on his face is almost pitiful. furrowed brows, pout, and his mouth hangs open.
you bend to lean in closer, your breath so warm against the shell of his sensitive ear, ā€œyou have to earn it, baby. good boys get rewarded. brats get punished.ā€
for you, he nods weakly, his voice barely a whisper as he chokes, ā€œiā€™ll be so good, proā€” promise. please, let me cum. let me show you how good i amā€
so pretty. your fingers slip down to massage his aching balls, applying just enough pressure to keep him on that edge he loves to dangle over without giving him the sweet, sweet release he craves. ā€œnuh uh, not yet,ā€ you hum softly, your tone both firm but oh so gentle. ā€œshow me how much you want it.ā€
his hips buck up involuntarily, humping the air in search of your gripā€” relief, eyes locking onto yours, colored irises filled with adoration. heā€™s completely at your mercy, every nerve and ending in his body on fire, every muscle tensed up in anticipation.
and you can see the struggle in his eyes. itā€™s really a beautiful sight, and you savor every moment of it. ā€œthatā€™s it,ā€ mumuring, ā€œkeep looking at me like that. show me how much you need it.ā€
his breaths come in short little, ragged gasps, his chest heaving and caving, thighs burning from fucking the air.
but finally, after what feels like an eternity, you decide to grant him some mercy, your hands moving back around his throbbing cock, stroking him just how he likes it, ā€œcum for me, pretty boy,ā€ you command, a soft, seductive purr. ā€œgive it all to me.ā€
with a strangled, gargled cry, he obeys. his body convulsing, every muscle tightening as he finally, finally finds his release, his cum spilling all over your hands in thick, hot, sticky spurts. and heā€™s so obedient, his eyes remaining locked on yours, even as his vision blurs and fuzes with pleasure.
ā€œthere you go,ā€ you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. ā€œsuch a good boy.ā€
įƓ į”£š­© KENTO NANAMI
the tie that usually wrapped snug around the collar of nanamiā€™s shirt adding that signature pop of yellow to his suits now decorates his flushed neck, constricting it, the tail of it clutched tightly in your fists as you ride his cock, your hips rolling and jerking against him relentlessly.
thick cum drips down to his balls, pooling underneath him, a swirl of your mess and his. heā€™s cum twoā€“no, four? he doesnā€™t even know how many loads heā€™s stuffed into your warm cuntā€” or how many youā€™ve forced and sucked out of him, his cock so sensitive it fucking hurts, every time you snap back down on him sending poky jolts of overstimulation through his entire body.
ā€œfuā€”fuck, honey, please. i donā€™t haveā€” nghā€” donā€™t have anything left to give. fuckinā€™ drained me alreadyā€” canā€™tā€”ā€
you tug on the silky fabric, making him choke on his words, gargling on warm, foamy spit. his hands reaching to grab at the curve of your waist, but heā€™s flinching, remembering how you said, no touching. remembering why heā€™s in the position in the first place.
because he doesnā€™t listen.
refused to keep his hands to himself, your body begging to be touched, in his words. as if he didnā€™t take you seriously, just kept grabbing at you, digging his slim fingers into your plush skin.
so, obviously, thereā€™s some sort of misunderstanding .. some sort of disconnect. he must have forgotten who was in charge.
you donā€™t even give him a response, ignoring the prickly burn in your thighs to fuck him dumb. maybe then, ironically, heā€™ll learn how to act. each jerk of your hips move to push him further to the edge, to remind him of his place.
his body is weak, just sitting pretty, twitchy, letting you do as you please, sweetly hiccuping under your frame, ā€œhahā€” please, my fucking god iā€” iā€™m sorryā€ heā€™s all gone and sucked up, cock crying, drooling pathetic tears of salty cum in your cruel walls. sweat peppering his forehead, slicking the ridges of his chest, making him glisten.
ā€œplease, iā€™m fucking begging iā€™llā€” hah, wonā€™t disobey you again. iā€™llā€” iā€™ll be good. iā€™ll be yoursā€
aw, there it is.
and you hum, stilling your hips, letting his cock fill you all the way up, ā€œmhm thatā€™s all i needed to hear. now give me onee more load. just one. know you can do it pretty boy, give it to meā€
even though his body is spent, just the true definition of exhaustion, he responds, his pretty cock twitching inside you as he drags against his own warm cum in your spongy walls. and it doesnā€™t take long before heā€™s giving into you. balls so empty, just a few little spurts drooling out, but it feels just as intense, maybe even more than any of his other orgasms. ā€œgood boyā€
įƓ į”£š­© TOJI FUSHIGURO
ā€œtojā€™ my pretty boyā€ your finger draws across the pink lacy lingerie that does a pathetic job of covering his cock. poking out, leaking and drooling all over the fabric, almost ripping through it with just how hard he is, ā€œyou look so good like thisā€
he grunts, blush growing across his cheeks, a deep, deep crimson, turning his head to avoid your gaze, avoid your phone brightly flashing, recording him.
ā€œso hard too, awā€ mumuring, you move closer, recording every detail of how he bulges through the set you so perfectly picked out for him. the pink complementing his tanned skin so well, truly a work of art ā€œtouch yourself for meā€
another grunt escapes his lips, and heā€™s fidgeting, dragging his balls against the bed, rutting like a fucking dog, pulling at the ropes that hold and confine him, caging him against himself, ā€œneed your ..ā€
ā€œyeah, need what?ā€ you prompt with a smile, watching through your screen how he struggles to say it, pouting as his brows furrow up.
ā€œneed your helpā€
theres a wicked little glint in your eyes, pulling back at the stretchy band of the pretty underwear, letting go so it snaps back against the sensitive underside of his thick cock, making him whine, his broad body shaking and twitching, muscles clenching up.
humming, you bring your palm to his face, telling him to lick, and he listens, immediately.
licking a long stripe up your warm palm, but oh, he gets carried away. stretching to wrap his scarred lips around your fingers, bobbing his head up and down, drool dripping down from around his pursed lips, letting his tongue lay flat. ā€œlook at you, so eagerā€
he comes off with a pop, smirking because he knows you love when heā€™s so good like this for you.
you press your slick fingers against his covered perky nipples, watching as he twitched, before moving to stoke him through the pretty lingerie, ā€œdonā€™t fuā€”fucking teaseā€
you ignore him, let him get away with the little back talk because he just looks toooo cute, eyes all big, looking up into the flash of the camera, leaking through the lingerie like such a pretty boy. all for you.
you flick your wrist faster, leaning to spit on his clothed cock, sending thousands of shivers up the nerves on his spine, making him croon, his ass raising up off the bed to buck into your palms, giving the camera such a good show.
ā€œgonna cum, shitā€” iā€™m so close. fuckā€” pleaseā€
heā€™s babbling, his voice all high and whiney.
ā€œmhm go ahead, babyā€
with a final, desperate thrust, heā€™s shooting against the fabric, babbling your name as it oozes through making a sticky little mess before youā€™re leaning down to lap at his clad tip. to clean him up.
then you come off him, stopping the video. and tojis looking up at you through glassy eyes as you press against your phone, smiling.
ā€œwhatā€” hah, what are you doingā€
ā€œsending it to shiuā€
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ā THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! āž ā•°ā”ˆāž¤ MHA EDITION
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Ėšā‚ŠĀ· ĶŸĶŸĶžĶžāž³ā„ includes: shoto todoroki, kirishima eijirou, hitoshi shinsou, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, sero hanta
Ėšā‚ŠĀ· ĶŸĶŸĶžĶžāž³ā„ warnings: suggestive? ig lmao, mentions of marijuana/drug usage
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI
āœ® helps you do your skincare and looks at your face so focused as he rubs aquaphor/vaseline on your skin
āœ® holds you by the waist while walking across the street
āœ® just something about the way he says ā€œcā€™mere.ā€ man
āœ® will fight people to sit next to you when yā€™all go out to eat with friends
āœ® when heā€™s stopping you from going somewhere or doing something stupid he forces you into a hug, burying your face into his chest as he restrains you
āœ® wipes food off the corner of your mouth and eye crust off the corner of your eyes
āœ® lifts you up off the ground and throws you over his shoulder with ease
āœ® kisses your hands from your fingertips to your palms
āœ® gives you rides to places yā€™all get invited to even if heā€™s not going because he wants you to be safe
āœ® adjusts your bonnet/scarf for you while you lay down (and if you wear glassesā€“ he takes them off for you when you fall asleep with them on accidentally)
āœ® grabs you by your neck to kiss you.
āœ® makes you put your face in the camera on facetime and constantly telling you ā€œget off pausedā€
TODOROKI SHOTO
āœ® insists on feeding you his food every time he gets something to eat and youā€™re in his vicinityā€” heā€™ll just bring food up to your mouth and say ā€œopenā€
āœ® and shares drinks without not caring one bit about swapping spit
āœ® mindlessly kisses your cheek while he studies sitting next to you
āœ® will sit in the bathroom with you while you pee
āœ® leans his forehead against yours before/after kissing you
āœ® brings you around his friends because he wants them to love you as much as he does
āœ® constantly hugging you from behind
āœ® is quick to defend you any time his father says something slick, and will tell endeavour about himself immediately
āœ® will carry you up the stairs if you feel lazy
āœ® has a habit of spoiling you that he has no intention of breaking
āœ® says ā€œbless youā€ with the sweetest voice every time you sneeze, and pats your back every time you cough
āœ® brushes hair out of your face even if you donā€™t notice it there
āœ® he has a hard time with feelings, so on special occasionā€” or if he just feels like it, heā€™ll write you lengthy love letters signed with his initial and a heart at the end
MIDORIYA IZUKU
āœ® lays you in his lap when he studies so he can still hold you while heā€™s occupied
āœ® if you even utter the words ā€œi wantā€, heā€™s buying it.
āœ® always offers to tie your shoes
āœ® drags his yā€™s when he calls you baby or honey (ā€œbut babyyyyā€)
āœ® holds your hand in front of his friends with no shame
āœ® wears anything you buy him no matter if it matches his wardrobe or not
āœ® licks his lips a lot
āœ® lets you mindless play with his hair and he does the same with you
āœ® gives the best massages known to man
āœ® bounces his leg often, especially when youā€™re sitting in lap
āœ® also always hugs your waist when you sit in his lap
āœ® has a highlight for you on his main instagram account that heā€™s constantly updating because heā€™s constantly posting you
āœ® rushes to zip up your jacket for you before you can do it yourself
āœ® pats your head to tease you
SERO HANTA
āœ® always throw his arm over your shoulder when he sits next to you on the couch
āœ® when you try to get sassy with him he straight up laughs in your face and noogies you
āœ® lifts you up to sit on the counter while he fixes himself something to eat in the kitchen
āœ® laughs when you show him guys talking to themselves in your dm requests
āœ® smiles at you with half open eyes when you smoke together
āœ® also the best trip sitter in the world
āœ® quick to call you and ask what you want went he grabs something to eat for himself
āœ® if you hug him standing up while heā€™s sitting down he hugs you tight around your waist and leans his head in your stomach
āœ® willingly lets you drive his car and if you donā€™t know how to drive, has no problem teaching you
āœ® lets you sit in his lap when heā€™s on the phone or on the game
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
āœ® gives you princess treatment. always.
āœ® literally has a seat cover on his passenger seat that says ā€œprincessā€ that he puts on whenever heā€™s about to have you in his car
āœ® holds your hand and walks you down the stairs
āœ® offers to wash your hair for you
āœ® will send you money without a question if you even utter the words ā€œiā€™m hungryā€ or ā€œi want..ā€
āœ® carries you everywhere even when itā€™s not necessary
āœ® always refers to you as ā€œmy ladyā€ or ā€œmy babyā€ to other peopleā€” he barely uses your name.
āœ® brushes your hair and puts lotion on for you
āœ® geniunely enjoys going perfume shopping with you and will try different ones out to help you choose
āœ® fixes your posture if youā€™re hunching while sitting
āœ® pokes your cheek when he thinks you look cute or if he just feels like it
āœ® king of forehead kisses, he gave you ones even when yā€™all were just friends
KAMINARI DENKI
āœ® looks at you with glossy eyes while youā€™re high together, making direct contact as he stares at your lips while you talk and licks his own as he plans his next action
āœ® is constantly calling you ā€œbabyā€
āœ® throws his head back as he gulps down a can of soda, his adamā€™s apple bobbing up and down his neck as he gives you an amazing view of his jawline
āœ® certified french kissing addict
āœ® says ā€œhmm?ā€ in a soft tone to tease you- or when he genuinely does not hear you
āœ® puts his hands over yours to show you how to do something
āœ® squishes your cheeks when you pout and laughs in your face
āœ® kisses your neck in a sweet way, not even to start something
āœ® him playing guitar. thatā€™s all i need to say.
āœ® wipes the food of the corner of your mouth and licks it off his thumb, just so casually
āœ® in general- casually touches you in a way or says things that leave you flustered out of words and acts like itā€™s nothing (sometimes itā€™s not even on purpose)
āœ® does that hand/finger motion with his two fingers when he wants you to hand him something or come over to him (ik yā€™all know what iā€™m talking about)
āœ® feeds you his food and asks you to feed him, leading to yall always feeding each other when yall go out to get foodā€” even around yā€™allā€™s friends
HITOSHI SHINSOU
āœ® pulls in his lap whenever he feels like it and rests his hand on your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb
āœ® ā€œuse your wordsā€ ā€“in the most casual way possible.
āœ® will check you every time you have an attitude just to get you flustered
āœ® makes you maintain eye contact with him when youā€™re flustered and will tease you endlessly
āœ® whispers in your ear in public (mainly to talk shit)
āœ® while give you his jacket in public without you asking and just let you keep it after you go home
āœ® rolls blunts for you while fake complaining that you need to learn how to roll (heā€™d still roll for you even if you did)
āœ® smacks his lip and rolls his eyes lot
āœ® taps his finger on his desk or the arm of his chair when heā€™s thinking
āœ® leans his head back on his chair often
āœ® prefers you to face him when he has you on his lap
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delirious-donna Ā· 5 months ago
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tw: kento x female reader, breeding, kitchen sex (because when is that not hot?), kento speaking his mind (yeah itā€™s filthy šŸ«¦)
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Kento found you in the kitchen, guided to you by the sweet lilt of the tune you were absently humming. He loosened the knot of his tie and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles in his forearms.
Everything was right with the world once he had returned to your warm presence. Nothing could sour his mood now that he was home, and he watched from the doorway as you prepared cookies for baking, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and his cock twitching to life.
It was amazing how the tiredness, that only moments ago had pressed against his eyes, lifted as he admired your figure. The summer dress that showed off the plush of your thighs and thin straps that would be far too easy to push down to reveal your beautiful breasts.
You really were perfect for him. Nanami knew you would be a wonderful mother, but that thought startled him as he had not thought himself ready for such responsibilityā€”not yet.
ā€¦ but maybe?
How could he deny the pleasure thrumming through his body when he thought of you round with his child? His cock strained painfully against his expensive tailored trousers and a sudden tightness forced his balls to draw up, ready and aching.
It only took three strides and he was behind you. You startled with a high-pitched yelp at his unexpectedly sudden presence, jumping in the heat of his body as he crowded you against the counter without uttering a single word. His strong capable hands made hasty work of pressing beneath your dress to find the waist of your underwear, tugging them down until they pooled around your bare feet on the floor.
ā€œKento!ā€ you giggled, slapping playfully at his hands, but he was not to be dissuaded and you werenā€™t really putting up any resistance. There was an urgency that surrounded himā€”thick and consuming. The air seemed to ripple with tiny vibrations that had not been there moments earlier and you eased into the sensations like sinking into a perfectly hot bath.
His strong forearms flexed as he pawed and massaged your breasts through the thin material of your dress, pinching at your budding nipples until you were fervently grinding against his prominent erection.
You barely had time to draw breath as the sound of his belt being unbuckled was followed by the drag of metal teeth being eased apart. Kentoā€™s cologne enveloped your senses, the familiar warm notes tickling your nose and had you reaching back a hand to thread your fingers through his perfectly parted hair. Your toes curl against the tiled floor, expectation bubbling low and hot in your belly.
ā€œIā€™m a lucky man,ā€ he murmured into the soft curve of your neck. His lips left wet spots in a pattern only known to him, sucking marks that he would later finger and examine with that faint little smile that never failed to make your heart stutter in your chest.
ā€œThen Iā€™m a lucky woman,ā€ you countered, ending on a gasp when the straps of your dress eased off your shoulders and fell to your elbows.
Kento hummed. His brain couldnā€™t stop conjuring the image of you growing with his seed, of the glow that would accompany such a venture and the flutter of kicks he would feel when laying his palms over your stomach. You stilled; the gears in your head whirring when he touched your belly and his hips rutted forward to saw the thick impression of his cock through the cleft of your backside.
ā€œSpread your legs for me, sweetheart. Thatā€™s itā€¦ good girl.ā€
The skirt of your dress lifted to reveal your bare behind, forcing you to brace a hand atop the counter and you twisted your head to watch as he pulled the weight of his cock free from his underwear, purple and leaking fat pearls of precum. Your mouth watered, jaw falling slack when his fingers trailed the length of your slit, thumb rubbing gentle circles atop your throbbing clit. Kento pumped his impressive length, once twice, but he was more than ready to be accepted by your body.
The height difference made it a little awkward but Kento was a man on a mission, widening his stance and bending his knees until he notched at the flexing entrance of your cunt and pushed in on a grunt of exaltation. A shudder rippled down his spine, his teeth set whilst he fought the primal urge to let go immediately. He was wound nearly to breaking point with the need to pump his load into you and keep it there, but the fraying strands of his manners persisted.
Your toes barely touched the floor as he forced you to bend against the counter, your face right next to the sheet of cookies you had been ready to bake. The stretch of his girth made you hiss and writhe like a snake but he held you firm until he could bottom out and soothe the burning need you both felt.
Kento was still, his chest heaved as he fought down the urge to pound you stupid until your cunt was drooling on the floor and saliva pooled from your mouth.
ā€œI think itā€™s about time I bred this sweet little pussy. Donā€™t you think, sweetheart?ā€
ā€œKento!ā€
He threw back his head; the rhythmic clench of your velvet walls betraying the shock of your voice. He smiled into your hair, kneading the fat of your breasts with rough hands and pistoned his hips harder and faster.
ā€œMm, I thought so. Letā€™s see how many loads you can take tonight. Then we can start all over again in the morningā€¦ā€
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iceunhie Ā· 4 months ago
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ā€” PUSH AND PULL : honkai star rail.
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premise. as someone who's always believed in the term ā€œtry and try again,ā€ (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)
...or, when you play hard to get with them.
ā€” ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.
warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.
a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity šŸ˜‡ n MY FAVES RAHHH
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SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.
foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.
no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.
nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)
in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.
so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest giftā€”a jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) ā€œi'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.ā€
the utter silence that follows is torture to himā€”but he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.
ā€œi understand, mr. sunday.ā€ the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper ā€˜sunday!ā€™ makes his face twitch. ā€œbut please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.ā€
(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)
when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at easeā€”but it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.
instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.
it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.
and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).
ā€œabsence makes the heart grow fonder,ā€ she says. ā€œbut in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?ā€
sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).
the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.
surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.
it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.
so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.
ā€œwait, don't go to that gambler just yet.ā€ he's breathless, he's chaoticā€”and something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. ā€œi... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.ā€ (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).
you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing afterā€”you see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.
ā€œplease.ā€ he says. almost begs. ā€œi can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.ā€
and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)
(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?
....no, most certainly not.)
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if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful ā€œfriendā€ rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.
the first thing he notices is that you're kindā€”though he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a ā€œdid you get home safeā€ or a ā€œi bought you this because it reminded me of youā€; at this point, it was like you two were dating.
was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all dayā€”because that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).
(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friendā€”never a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)
and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caringā€”so unlike himā€”that aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.
if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you wouldā€”you were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his armsā€”and that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?
so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.
and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coilingā€”making him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he justā€”suddenly interrupt?!
(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)
he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine madeā€”he never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.
so, he does something very unexpected.
at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.
ā€œperhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC memberā€”who is clearly head over heels in love with themā€”giving them mixed signals.ā€ ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.
you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.
yes, he supposes he is the fool here. ā€œah.ā€
ā€œyes, ā€˜ah,ā€™ indeed. now, let me propose a question.ā€ the purple-haired man says. ā€œwill you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?ā€
ā€œ...what?ā€
ā€œthey will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.ā€ ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. ā€œi can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.ā€
...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.
(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.
ā€œdid it work?ā€ he asks.
you laugh, ā€œsplendidly.ā€
indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.
ā€œthat will teach him.ā€)
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as a quote unquote ā€˜old manā€™ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.
it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standardsā€”if your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his wayā€”and he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.
in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.
(ā€œheh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.ā€
and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, ā€œi'm glad, general.ā€ it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.
that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.
ā€œdid something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?ā€
ā€œi just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.ā€)
now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the ā€˜hard to getā€™ part comes in.
it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interestā€”you never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).
he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.
(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.
your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.
of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.
when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)
it's a little dishearteningā€”and while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.
it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.
he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.
....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.
when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.
so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?
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a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily
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