#jean grey sucks

[timbit-robin-art]

They invented “fuck it, we ball.”

[fostersffff]

Been listening to a podcast about various X-Men characters and their publication histories, and it's wild to find out that the reason Cyclops's character became The Biggest Asshole On Earth is because in the mid-80's Marvel's Editor-in-Chief went "we need to have the old X-Men that nobody liked back", and then hired a guy to do that who had no plan besides "the old X-Men are back", resulting in Cyclops going "Sorry wife who gave birth like two weeks ago, I gotta go".

Like, they toned down how fucked up it was in X-Men '97 by a tremendous amount.

[batcavescolony]

I don't know much about the Summers family tree but what I do know is it's complicated af.

[perosp3ro]

I just started X-Men TAS ( basically first time ive seen anything abt xmen) and this whole scott, logan and jean romance love triangle is stupid and i hope to never everrrr see it again.

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

I will never forget the first time my dreams were crushed.

I was a child. Younger than even kindergarten, maybe even pre-k. I don't know how old I was, it gets hard to distinguish what happened when, but I was probably about 4? Maybe 5? But I remember the day like it was yesterday.

I had recently had a conversation with my dad about how I wanted to be an X-Man. I was obsessed with superheroes at this point, and I really wanted to be a member of the X-Men. My dad, keeping my imagination alive, said, well, you'll need to wait until you're a teenager to find out if you're a mutant. I accepted this immediately, holding out hope.

I then said to my mom, "I want to be an X-Man, but dad says I need to be a bit older to find out if I am a mutant."

And she immediately gave me the most incredulous, disgusted look and said:

"You're not a mutant, [my name]. The X-Men aren't real."

My entire world collapsed in on itself that moment.

[completelyalien]

I made a dumb tiktok a while ago where I made fun of Jean. I thought I’d post the drawing I did for it cause their pretty good lol

[wanderingmind867]

So this is just genetic warfare and eugenics. Messing with her DNA to make her a god? Sounds pretty bad to me. So, mesmero sucks. But also, the birth of Polaris! Queen of the Mutants! (X-Men #50):

[autistic-rogue]

Ideas for integrating X-Men into mcu.

Idea form by Conner Goldsmith go watch his podcast. instead of them just arriving as a new thing. Have it as a recon, open to Charles saying his speech from the start of power of X. And cut to mutants like storm and cyclops in the important battles of the MCU. But after endgame, Xavier created krakoa. And wiped the human minds of them. have memories returned them And we start from there.

We could have power of X or house of X as a movie than tv shows of x-force, x-factor,new mutants, X-Men and the hellions. And then a movie for ten of swords. We could also have movie backstories of character like nightcrawler, Storm. Like we need a solo storm movie. Please

And let recon be damn and have magneto and Wanda be father and daughter. Because rumours have it Wanda not dead.

[motherjanerainy]

you don’t know how shocked to my core i was when i went online after reading the entire acotar series and found out that not everyone pictured azriel as jesse williams like who is that little emo boy you bitches keep drawing

[3mmalg]

Just Us | Old Man!Logan x Reader

🌶️ 18+

Summary: You and Logan have been on the road with Charles and Laura, but finally catch a moment for yourselves.

It has been too long since you and Logan have spent time alone together. Ever since taking in Laura and making the decision to take her north at her mother’s wish, the four of you have been sharing dingy motels and catching whatever rest you could in the truck. Charles needed to be taken care of and the kid had to be corralled, exhausting you and Logan on top of the constant threat of Dr. Rice and Pierce.

You could tell this sudden change of pace was weighing on Logan’s shoulders heavily. The circles under his eyes were darkening and the worry lines on his forehead were deepening. The frustration was eating away at him, but deep down he knew he had to do this. You could tell he needed release. He found this situation ridiculous and constantly asks you why you let him do this. After all, you, Charles, Caliban and Logan had been successfully under the radar until now. Life was peaceful and even somewhat enjoyable for Logan’s standards. Now, Caliban is dead, Charles refuses his medication, and the pair of you are tasked with taking a child to a sanctuary that could not even exist.

An unexpected change of your path lead the four of you to the farmhouse of a sweet family whom Charles and Logan helped on the highway. They fed you dinner and offered to lend you all a place to sleep, which Logan quickly accepted, catching your gaze from across the dining room. Your eyes trail down his body, catching a glimpse of his clenched fist, and a certain outline in between his legs. Your eyes travel up once more, sharing a shy smirk with Logan.

After helping Charles into bed and getting Laura comfortable, Logan grabs your hand tightly and nearly drags you off into your shared room. His heavy footsteps drown out your giggles- His body language could only mean one thing.

“Well, aren’t you eager?” You say to Logan in a lowered voice, biting back a smile. He closes the door behind you and locks it, spinning you and pressing you into the door.

“You have no idea, bub.” Logan growls.

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head tightly. His head dips to the crook of your neck, biting and sucking desperately. Your head drops back instinctively, bumping the door behind you. He was so impossibly close already, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside you.

With his free hand, Logan finds the buttons of your jeans and masterfully undoes them. He releases your wrists and your hands quickly find his cheeks to pull his mouth away from your neck and to your lips. He groans deeply into the kiss and shoves your jeans to your knees as your hands tighten in his dusty grey hair. He pushes his knee into yours, forcing your legs open, and shoves his jean covered thigh against your core. You instantly moan into Logan’s mouth.

“You know how long it’s been since I’ve had you to myself? Too damn long.” He says, guiding your hips as you grind on his thigh.

“I’ve missed you.” You choke out, causing Logan to chuckle.

“Well you’ve got me for at least tonight sweet girl.”

He removes his knee from between your legs and helps you step out of your jeans and panties. He takes your hand and leads you to the bed, laying you down on the edge of it. You prop yourself onto your elbows and watch Logan unbutton his flannel and reveal his weathered body. He had been through so much in his life, but he would always make time for his girl.

He works off his jeans, leaving him only in his plain boxers, and leaving you with a wide eyed stare. This would never get old. He inserts himself between your legs and reaches for the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head and unclasps your bra while he’s at it. He sighs at the sight he had been missing for the last few weeks. He may not tell you often, but you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“You ready, bub? Don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

You whimper out a desperate reply, but it isn’t good enough for Logan. He leans down, hands placed on either side of your head. Your legs immediately wrap around his hips.

“Use your words, honey. Let me hear you.” He growls into your ear.

“Please, Logan. I need you.”

He chuckles, breath fanning over your ear and neck.

“That’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl for me.” His voice dripping with desire.

He pushes his hands up and pushes his boxers down his hips, revealing his hard cock. He strokes it lazily before guiding it to your entrance. He enters you inch by inch, teasing you both. Even though it’s only been a few weeks without touching each other, being on the run has made it feel like years. Logan finally sinks his hips to become flush with yours, filling you completely. The two of you are panting into each other’s mouths, just completely full of desire and love for the other.

“You ready for me to move, hon?” He whispers in between labored breaths. You nod meekly, hair sticking to your forehead. He kisses you tenderly, his beard scratching your chin. Logan begins to move at a slow pace, but quickly picks up speed. He wants nothing more than a passionate night with you, but it’s been too long to hold himself back.

His speed increases, thrusting into you as hard as he promised. Your jaw goes slack to release a moan, but he covers it quickly with his large hand.

“As much as I wanna hear you, we don’t want to wake our hosts, huh?” He says, smiling at your fucked out expression. You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks you hard.

“You’re close bub, I can feel it. Just let go for me baby.” He whispers, forehead against yours.

You let out a stifled moan against Logan’s hand as he pulls out and releases all over your stomach and thighs. He flops beside you with a groan and maneuvers himself to the top of the bed, pulling you into his muscular chest and wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders.

“I missed you.” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut.

“I know.”

[kingkatsuki]

— sucker

Okay okay, just one more and then I’m done.

Kaji fucks you with one of his lollipops. That’s it, that’s the post.

Pairing: Kaji Ren x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus, spit, he fucks you with his lollipop, cum tasting (do I need to warn for that idk), not proofread.

Word Count: 1.7k.

You look so perfect like this, Kaji thinks as he admires you sprawled out beneath him. Your pretty eyes stare up at him through thick lashes as you covet his attention; attention that he’s more than willing to give to you.

Kaji’s lollipop rattles against his teeth as he moves it to the side of his mouth, nestled against his cheek as you see it protrude against the skin. It makes him look cute, compared to the smoldering gaze of his dark grey eyes searing through you. His warm palms smooth against the apex of your thighs as you wriggle beneath him, your skirt already bunched at your hips to give him the view of your cute cotton panties.

He’s gentle as he curls his fingers into the hem of your underwear, a stark contrast to the rough callouses on his hands that catch against your smooth skin. Peeling the fabric down he leaves them dangling around one of your ankles.

“You this wet already?” He hums, his hand moving to the stick of his lollipop in contemplation as he admires the sight of you.

“Shut up,” You whine, flustered as you wriggle your hips in a silent plea. Your poor clit is desperate for attention as it throbs dramatically between your thighs.

“Make me.” He teases back, muffled by the lollipop between his lips as he pulls it out, licking his lips.

Holding the stick steady as he ran the sticky sweet through your messy folds, collecting your juices on the surface of it as the lollipop catches your clit. Your hips jerk in response as he repeats the motion, carefully rolling the ball of it against your clit from side to side as he applies a slight pressure.

“So pretty,” He hums, leaving a sticky trail in his wake as he dragged the lollipop further down to press against your tight entrance. Swirling the stick between his thumb and forefinger as he watches your greedy hole desperately try to suck it in.

“You’re such a tease,” You huff, staring up at the ceiling in irritation as Kaji continues to tease you.

“No, I’m not,” He replies with a lazy smile, and before you have a chance to hit him with another cocky retort he pushes the ball of the sweet inside your velvety walls.

The quick motion steals the air from your lungs as you choke back a whine, your hips bucking beneath him as he starts a languid pace. The stretch is barely there as your walls flutter around it, trying to push it deeper as he fucks the lollipop inside you. His free hand smooths along your thigh, as warm lips press a lingering kiss to your inner knee.

“You’re making such a mess,” Kaji grins as he watches your essence leak from your hole, drooling down the curve of your ass. He shamelessly pulls the sweet from your hole, holding it in the air so you could see your pearlescent slick glistening on the peach sucker.

A needy, pathetic whine airs low in your throat when Kaji holds the lollipop to his lips as the flat of his tongue pokes out to swipe at it. Writhing beneath him at the implication as you imagine his tongue lapping at your clit in the same way, fucking into you like he had the lollipop do moments earlier.

“You taste so fucking good.” He grunts, shifting his hips as his cock strains against the tight skinny jeans he’s wearing. The zipper is rough against his boxers to give him slight gratification as he presses the heel of his hand against it.

Kaji moves the lollipop back to your cunt as he leaves another sticky line against your outer folds, dragging it in a sloppy circle around your cunt whilst deliberately avoiding where you need it most.

“I told you you’re a tease.” You huff, practically pouting at him as his lips curl into a sly smirk. Bringing the lollipop towards your hole as he pushes it in without warning, immediately curling his wrist to press the round, firm top of it against the spongy spot inside you, “Oh, fuck—”

“I dunno,” He mumbles, deliberately fucking the lollipop against your sweet spot, “It seems like you like it.”

And you did like it, your hips meeting his movements as you fucked yourself on the sweet. Rolling your hips as he watched your walls tremble and throb around the thin white stick, barely the same girth as one of his fingers. Your poor, needy hole desperate to feel full.

“Want your mouth.” You press, gasping when he lets the lollipop still inside you. Letting go of the stick in favour of thumbing your puffy clit as he watches it bob inside you, working you towards your release.

“Cum for me first.” He coaxes, and you find yourself obeying.

“I’m not a dog, you jerk! I can’t just— oh,” You break off into a sultry moan as you feel yourself tumbling into bliss. The sloppy figure of eights he presses against your sensitive nub enough to have you crying out for him as the coil inside you snaps, thrashing beneath him as you reach your peak.

“Sorry, what was that?” The side of Kaji’s lips curls into a smirk as he pulls the lollipop from your hole, deliberately dragging it back up through your folds to press against your oversensitive clit before reaching over your body to offer it to you, “Cause it sounded like you were cumming.”

“Stop it, Ren.” Your cheeks burn as you feel molten lava flood through your veins.

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” He laughs.

Your cunt still pulses from the aftershocks of your release as he smooths a palm along your sternum before venturing higher. The stick of the lollipop still poised between his thumb and forefinger as he taps the sticky surface of the lollipop against your lips.

“Hold this for me, baby.” He hums softly, pressing the sticky sucker against your pouty bottom lip. Groaning as your tongue pokes out obediently in your post-orgasm haze to wrap around the peach sweet as you draw it inside your mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue, “See how good you taste?”

He palms himself through his jeans in a feeble attempt to satiate the throb of his heavy cock as his pre begins to soak through the dark denim. Adjusting himself he curls his hands beneath the plush of your thighs, holding you open as grey eyes stare up at you. Meeting your gaze as he presses a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to your clit as your hips jolt in response. Still sensitive from the intense climax he gifted you moments earlier as you keen beneath him. Kaji licks your labia, tasting the mixture of you and the peach lollipop residue on his tongue before tightening his grip on your thighs.

The lollipop clashes against your teeth as you try to stop it from hitting the back of your throat in response. Pushing it against the lining of your cheeks as you drool around it, swallowing thickly as Kaji drags his tongue through your slick, following the same sweet path the lollipop had taken.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You whimper when you feel his tongue prod at your tight entrance, slurping at you like a man starved as he sucks the mess between your thighs. Keeping it inside his mouth before crudely spitting it back onto your cunt, the debauched noise causing you to cry out for him.

Your fingers card through his hair, messing up his flat fringe as you pushed it away from his forehead. Curling your fingers through it as you tug softly, trying to get him to give your needy cunt more attention as the coil inside you began to wind again.

Kaji collects the moisture back on his tongue as he moves to lap at your clit, tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as he pushes two slender fingers inside you. Immediately curling them towards the spot he knew like the back of his hand as he worked you towards your release.

“You feel tighter now,” He hums, “Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.”

“Ren.” You cry out, your thighs squeezing around his cheeks as he continues his steady pace, “‘m close.”

He took this as an invitation as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard. Cheeks hollowed like they would when he had a sucker between his lips, staring up at you with hungry eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Your nails drag against his scalp as you scramble for purchase, holding his head steady as you unabashedly grind your cunt against his mouth. Kaji’s long fingers still fucking into you with vigour as you continue to grind your hips against his face, using him for your own pleasure as you teeter on the edge of another climax.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” His voice vibrates against your clit, “Get yourself off, just like that—”

Spit pools in your mouth from the lollipop as you try to remember to swallow, trapping it between your cheek and teeth as you feel yourself succumb to the pleasure.

Kaji doesn’t utter a word, instead focusing on your climax as he works you through it. His fingers are constant against the spongy spot inside you while his tongue lashes against your clit. Pressing a palm against your pelvis to stop your hips from bucking wildly as he fucks you through your release. White spots blank your vision as you try feebly to blink them away, your walls tremble around his fingers as he helps ease you down from your high. Following the motion of your hips as he prolongs your pleasure, the little shockwaves continue to roll through you.

Kaji sits up from his position between your thighs as he leans forward to grab the white stick from between your teeth. His eyes focused intently as he watched your lips obediently part to give the sweet treat back to him, as he placed it back inside his mouth. The stick shifts back to the side of his lips as he unzips his skinny jeans just enough to free his drooling cock, a strong palm wrapped around it as he prepared to push it against your still fluttering hole. Smoothing the blunt tip through your folds to coat it in your essence before he presses against your tight entrance, immediately feeling the true stretch.

“I want your mouth empty so I can hear every little sound.” He grins before pushing his cock into you with one sharp thrust, “You always look prettiest cumming on my cock.”

[konigsblog]

sitting between simon's thighs...

cw: smoking, smut, s.r x afab!gn!reader. 18+ !!

;smoking his cigarettes, between his thighs...

simon's precious mutt, you.

a bare pathetic, yet obedient thing palming at his growing, aching bulge, over his jeans, his leather belt undone, waiting for you to unzip his fly. he holds a cigarette between his two, thick and calloused fingers; fingers that smell of nicotine and tobacco, the strong pungent, prominent and familiar scent.

“go on, baby... smoke it while i get my big cock out, love.”

that hoarse chuckle echoes in the living room, some boring television shows blarring in the background, drowned out by the sounds of your giggles. you take his lit cigarette, smoking it and taking long drags from it, the grey clouds forming as you blow the smoke. simon grips his heavy, throbbing dick from the base, stroking himself slowly before you replace his hand, still holding the cigarette between your soft fingers.

“there we gooo... c’mon, suck the tip, baby..”

jerking him off, stroking his veiny, stiff dick, taking drags from his cigarette between you suckling at his sticky head, lips coated in his thick precum, all while he gazes down at you, his eyes lustful and delirious, groaning and holding himself back as you stroke and fist his weeping, leaking cock. his balls tight, painfully sore, before releasing his hot, thick load, spurting against your pretty breasts, dripping from your hardened nipples, running down your body, while he slaps your pretty face...

[hyper-fixates]

and what if i said logan could get off from biting and marking you up ☹️ then what ☹️

just a silly little one-shot. this can be read for any logan/era :)

tags: afab!reader (no pronouns/gendered language), biting/marking, clothed male/naked reader, explicit language, sloppy kisses!!! scent kink, dry humping, groping/touching (let me know if anything was missed!).

Logan loves to smother you.

His earnestness and desire to swallow you whole doesn’t get more apparent besides when he’s on top of you, grinding against your bare cunt despite his cock straining against his jeans. And he’ll leave it that way, at least for tonight.

He sucks harmless kisses against your neck and jaw as if your skin will disappear any second, afraid to lose the sex-filled scent that’s keeping him glued on top you. You squirm relentlessly from the sensitivity and intensity of it all, but it just makes him more determined to overwhelm you and feel how much wetter you’re getting against him.

He licks over the taught tendons in your neck before biting an angry mark into the supple skin adjacent, making you claw harder at his shoulders (the grey wife-pleaser already making it easy).

Each lick, kiss, and mark earns you a swift thrust against your exposed pussy, the rough denim brushing against your sore clit that’s already been teased and tortured by his experienced fingers. You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last.

His scruff pricks the sensitive skin over your neck and shoulders as he ventures along your body eagerly, hands kneading your hips in sharp, desperate squeezes to anchor himself and rut his cock harder over you.

He’ll offer the deepest kisses to your lips when he hears you getting louder, timing his thrusts to rock against you when he reclaims your lips each time, making sure your pleading sounds are silenced.

The soft scrape of teeth against your bottom lip has your pussy clenching around nothing as he tugs just far enough away to open your mouth and seamlessly slip his tongue down over yours, locking your lips back together in a kiss that makes you both dizzy. A soft groan catches in his throat.

He moves back down your jaw, nuzzling the curve while placing wet kisses over your pulse, enjoying how fast it’s gotten from a couple bites and slick kisses.

“I could get off just by doing this,” he sighs, slotting your lips together again in a messy, tongue-filled kiss. “You smell and taste too fucking good to stop,” he whispers against your lips. “Every fucking time.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you reason, sliding your hands up into his hair. The perfect cat-like points breaking apart as you gently pull at the roots.

He drops his head back to your shoulder, consumed by bliss, sinking his teeth into the skin right between your neck and collarbone. A tremor works its way through you as you feel a new wave of heat roll through your cunt while he sucks deeper and deeper at the spot with a groan.

“God, Logan, please don’t break the skin,” you pant as your thighs clench around his hips, pulling him closer. “It will take at least two weeks to heal.”

You feel him chuckle against you before he pulls off with a lewd sound, panting just as heavy as you. Your neck, shoulders, and chest are raw with hickeys and teeth marks; the skin tender to the touch and red-hot when he finally pulls away for more than a few seconds.

“I remember it being ten days,” he smirks, offering a final gentle kiss to your puffy lips, accepting the white flag you’re waving.

You’ve been marked. Claimed.

You give your eyes a roll. “Satisfied?” you hold back a smile.

He pushes his hips up into yours again, cock still very much hard and now newly soaked through his jeans from your arousal. “Oh, I think you know the answer to that one, sweetheart,” he says with a small, breathy laugh.

A hand releases it’s death-grip on your right thigh, trailing up your chest to lock itself tight under your jaw, holding you there for him as he consumes you with rough kisses that have your core aching. All tongue and teeth and he just keeps you there. All for him to devour.

Maybe this is the one part of himself that he’ll never be able to domesticate.

[crimsonbubble]

Prada and Versace

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, poly!matz x reader, threesome, overstimulation, oral, cum eating, creampie, marking, pet play, praise, light degradation, thigh riding *not proofread, just pure horny

[expanded vers of this post !!] highly recommend listening to prada and versace by Chris Grey while reading bc I did and I think my soul ascended 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

Hongjoong wasn’t one to kneel to anyone, but for you, he’d kiss the ground you walked on. Seonghwa had more than fun watching Hongjoong fall to his knees in front of you after pushing you back against the heavy door.

Hongjoong mouthed at your skin greedily, hooking one of your thighs over his shoulder. He peeked up at you as he let his tongue lick a stripe up your soaked folds. He watched as your eyes fluttered with each lap of his tongue. Hongjoong buried himself between your thighs, suckling your clit into his mouth. You carded a hand through his hair, tugging at his roots as he let his tongue roam all over your wet cunt. Hongjoong mindlessly fucked you with his tongue, groaning against your mound when you tugged at his hair.

“Aww, our pretty bunny loves getting their pretty cunt licked, isn’t that right?” Seonghwa’s tone was condescending, as he pushed the hair out of your face. Your eyes fluttered open, looking over at the older man as he watched how your back arched off the cold door. You could feel Hongjoong smirk against you as your chest heaved with every intake of air. Seonghwa kissed you breathlessly, swallowing down your moans as Hongjoong caressed and licked your swollen clit. The coil in your gut tightened, with each meticulous lap of Hongjoong’s tongue. “C’mon now, make a mess for us, yea?”

Your hips bucked against Hongjoong’s face as best as they could given his tight grip on you. Hongjoong pulled away from you with a heavy sigh, “Look at me, sweet thing. Look at the mess that you made.” Your face flushed as the hotel lights illuminated the wet mess you left on his face. Hongjoong’s eyes were hazy, his breathing heavy as he licked his lips. Seonghwa quickly whisked you away to the bed, pushing you back against it. Quick hands made quick work of the remainder of your clothes, leaving your nude body a stark contrast to the way both of them are still fully clothed minus the fur coats which were forgotten on the floor by the door.

Seonghwa pushed you further up the bed, using your off-balanced state to turn you onto your stomach. He propped your hips up, spreading your thighs apart to slot one of his between them. He bounced his leg slightly, watching how your body jolts as your sensitive cunt rubbed against the rough material of his jeans. He bounced you against his thigh, watching how you shivered and arched your back. Seonghwa pried himself away from you, unbuttoning and tugging his jeans down enough to free his now aching cock.

Hongjoong kneeled in front of you again, tugging your head up by your hair. Hongjoong held your jaw tightly, your taste lingering on his tongue. He pulled away from you, watching how Seonghwa easily bottomed out inside you. He pressed his hand against yoru back, deepening the arch of your back. Seonghwa groaned out loud, losing himself in the way you clenched around him. “Fuck, loosen up, bunny. Or does it feel too good?” Seonghwa chuckled airily, moaning as you continued to clench and tighten around him. Hongjoong brought your head up as he stroked himself. He smirked at the way your eyes widened softly, your tongue peeking out to lick your lips. “Does the naughty bunny like having their pussy stuffed full, is that it? Do they like being full, hm?”

Hongjoong winced as you took his tip into your mouth. You tried to focus on sucking him off but Seonghwa pushed your head down, making said man nearly doubling over as you choked around his cock. Hongjoong held your head down at his base, bucking his hips as you sputtered and drooled around him. Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tightened, your body rocking with his. The sounds of moans and you gagging around your boyfriend's cock filled the room as each thrust made stars shoot across your vision. Seonghwa had a death grip on your hips as he stilled inside you. Your pussy spasmed with each spurt of cum that flooded you, swallowing around Hongjoong’s cock.

You pulled off his cock with a muted pop, swallowing again before sticking out your tongue for him to see. Hongjoong nearly came again at the mere act, sloppily kissing you again. Seonghwa pulled out of you slowly, his cock twitching again at the sight of his cum leaking out of you.

“On your back, gotta keep our slutty bunny stuffed.”

[wanderingmind867]

Ah, so this was the fateful moment when Professor X swapped with Changeling. The death plan has been set in motion. Also, note how Scott sent Warren and Bobby back the mansion. If you really want to squint, you could see something here. (X-Men #42):

[angelbwrry]

𝐼𝒩𝒦𝐸𝒟—toji z.

in which your tattoo artist asks for your number.

mature content ahead,18+

word count:5k

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You had to be utterly deranged. You’d come to the conclusion that you’d finally lost your marbles. Here you were, on some random strip in the heart of bustling New Orleans, letting your best friend, Min, cajole you into getting a tattoo. You’re deathly afraid of needles, and the mere thought of one poking and prodding into your skin sends a wave of nausea crashing over you like a golden tidal wave.

Yet, the persistent voice in the recesses of your mind urged you on. You blamed it on those damnably colorful cocktails you’d imbibed at the bar.But how could you forgo alcohol tonight? The semester had just ended, and after countless nights of crying and tearing at your hair over medical terms you couldn’t pronounce, while guzzling energy drinks like they were lifelines, you were finally done.

Back to the point, tattoos. You always thought tattoos were hot on other people but could never muster the courage to get one yourself. But tonight, you felt brave, daring even. Before your mind even realized what you were doing, you were nodding your head, an excited squeal filling the chilly air as Min did a happy dance.

Sucking in a deep breath, you pushed open the large wooden door and stepped inside. The sound of the bell above the door signaled your entrance. The interior of the shop was cozy and inviting, walls adorned with various tattoo designs and artwork. The scent of antiseptic mixed with a hint of incense created an oddly comforting atmosphere.

“Welcome, ladies! I’m Toji. Welcome to Ink and Needle.” A deep voice greeted, and you averted your eyes from the wall to the man. He was undeniably cute. Long raven hair touched his shoulders, giving him a rugged but clean look. His smile was bright and wide, a subtle dimple indenting his cheek, and your stomach flipped.There was a jagged cut on his lips and you pondered its backstory.

His eyes were a mesmerizing grey, holding your gaze intensely. You could feel your neck warming in embarrassment as you realized you were staring like a creep. His olive skin was extremely clear,he wore a long-sleeved black compression shirt that hugged his muscles just right, paired with dark denim jeans and a pair of scuffed-up red Converses.

The combination was effortlessly stylish and made him even more attractive to you. He was so close that his scent was practically smothering, a hint of spice and sweet.

He was talking, but you were completely zoned out, fascinated by the way his sharp jaw tensed with each word. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how good his head game probably was. You shook your head.

Perv much.

“Hi,” you sheepishly mustered out.

Min grabbed your shoulders, a grin plastered on her face. "Yeah, hi Toji, my friend here is looking to get her first tattoo. The sign outside says you take walk-ins?"

Toji smiled, scratching at his eyebrow piercing before folding his arms over his chest. "Yeah, what were you contemplating getting?" He steps closer as you fish your phone from your pocket. You can't help but hitch a breath at this; the height difference between him and you is stark.

"I was thinking about this, but a bit smaller," you say, biting the inside of your cheek as he examines the picture. He nods, "Where were you thinking about getting it?" he questions.

"Oh, my hip."

"Awesome, I'll just need you to sign a consent form and provide some form of ID."

You nod, rummaging through your purse and pulling out your ID. He takes your ID and hands you a clipboard. You skim over the rules and aftercare steps before initialing the bottom. He steps behind the counter and types something on the desktop before he's back at your side. He collects the clipboard and hands back your ID, a nervous "thanks" leaving your lips.

"You can have a seat over there; I'll get my things and we can get started," Toji motions over to a tattoo station.

"Good luck!" Min giggles. You turn and quirk an eyebrow at her.

"You're not staying?"

"I'm gonna go grab some pizza from that parlor down the street. Want me to bring you back something?" she asks. You frown and cross your arms over your chest. Your first ever tattoo that she had convinced you to get, and she wouldn't even be here to witness it. So much for squeezing her hand.

“Slice of pepperoni topped with extra cheese. Please hurry back," you huff out, watching her nod before spinning on her heels. The chime of the doorbell sounding like your own undoing.

Fuck, why did you let her convince you to do this.

You sink into the plush black chair, your heart thundering against your chest in fervent anticipation. God, you prayed you wouldn't vomit on this man. Toji's busy gathering his equipment, and your heart skips a beat as the hum of the tattoo machine reverberates through the air.

"So, you're a uni student?" Toji inquires, noticing your palpable anxiety. You're sweating, despite the tattoo shop being a cool seventy degrees, your leg bouncing with nervous energy.

"Yeah, I'm a sophomore," you respond, casting a glance his way. "What about you? How did you get into tattooing?"

A smile tugs at his pink lips as he scoots his seat closer to you. You try not to let the awkwardness seep in as you lie there on the chair, your backside practically in his face. Regret starts to creep in about your Y2K fashion choice—low-rise jeans with a thong and a cropped pink shirt. You try not to dwell on it too much, lest you melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

“Well,” Toji begins, his eyes catching a glimpse of your pink lace underwear. He'd be lying if he said his dick didn't twitch in his pants. He couldn’t help but notice how incredibly soft your brown skin looked, and he had to constantly remind himself to keep his touch professional.

It was a struggle, especially when he noticed the gentle curves of your body and the way you smelled—sweet, warm, and utterly intoxicating. Every time he leaned in to sketch a different part of the design, your scent filled his senses, making it hard to concentrate.

“I’ve always loved art, and tattooing seemed like a natural extension of that. Plus, I enjoy the idea of creating something permanent and meaningful to someone.”

You flinch slightly when the needle makes contact with your flesh. As it works on your brown skin, you relax; it’s not as bad as you imagined, kind of like an intense mosquito bite. As Toji works, you can feel yourself relaxing more and more, actually enjoying the banter and the needle on your skin.

“May I ask as to why you selected a semicolon tattoo? If it’s too personal, I completely understand.”

“No, no, it’s fine. A semicolon is utilized when an author could have concluded a sentence but chose to continue. For me, it represents my struggle with mental health. There were instances when I thought I couldn't go on, but I chose to persevere. This little mark serves as a reminder that my journey isn't over, and I have the power to keep writing my own story."

A moment of silence ensues before Toji speaks up, “Wow. That’s incredibly powerful,” he replies, admiration evident in his voice. "I had no idea a simple punctuation mark could carry such profound meaning. It’s truly inspiring to see how you've transformed your struggles into something so positive and empowering."

You can’t help but let a small smile form on your face, relieved that he can’t see it.

“So,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood, “do you have any tattoos?”

“A few,” he smirks, “maybe you’ll get to see them one day.”

“Maybe.” You're full-on smiling now, heart fluttering. Was he flirting? He was definitely flirting. You found him attractive, and clearly, he thought the same about you. Before you knew it, Toji had finished the tattoo. He was now carefully cleaning the area and applying a bandage. His cold fingertips pressing into your skin sent shivers down your back. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly turned on; his touch was so caring and gentle.

Damn, were you this touch-deprived?

“All done, wanna take a look?” Toji questions, flipping off the humming machine. You’d been laying down for so long your legs had fallen asleep. You took a minute to stretch your sore limbs before sauntering over to the mirror. It was perfect, the lines were clean, and it was the perfect size.

This man had the hands of a perfectionist.

“I love it!” you smile, looking at your hip in the mirror.

“I’m glad. It looks perfect on you,” Toji compliments, and you can’t help but turn your eyes away from the mirror to look at him. He’s already staring at you, a glint in his eyes that you can’t quite read. He knows it’s inappropriate to be staring at you like this, but he can’t resist. He finds you absolutely intoxicating.

The way your coiled hair cascaded down your back and framed your round face so perfectly. Your lips, coated in a glossy sheen, pulled into a sheepish smile, making his heart race. He’d been hard the entire time he was working on your tattoo, and he was grateful your back was turned to him. It gave him a moment to compose himself before he finished, though it was torture not being able to see your face.

“So, how much is it?”

Your sweet voice breaks his train of thought. “It’s on the house,” Toji smiles at you, standing to his feet and pulling his gloves off. You raise an eyebrow at him but decide not to press the matter. If it’s free, that’s more money in your pockets.

“Thanks so much, Toji. You did a great job. I’ll definitely be recommending you to all my friends,” you beam, admiring the way the tattoo clashed with your brown skin. He can’t help but let his eyes falter to your ass before he meets your gaze.

“I know this might sound weird, but do you think I could get your number?”

You’re taken aback. This fine-ass man had given you a free tattoo, and he wanted your number. Could your night get any better?

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You giggle, feeling like a schoolgirl once again. Your hand digs into your purse, and you hand him your phone, watching as his large hands hold your phone, making it look like a toy. He types his number in and hands it back.

“Text me, okay? I’ll be looking forward to it.” He smiles, and you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Of course. Guess I’ll see you around?”

He nods, watching you exit the shop.

Now that you were back on the streets, you remembered Min. She’d been gone for an hour now. Your stomach grumbled in dissatisfaction. Where the hell was your pizza with extra cheese? You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest before you began making your way to the parlor.

“Oh my god! He gave you a free tat and asked for your number? Lucky bitch!” Min exclaims loudly, catching a couple of gazes from people eating around you. You giggled and pushed her shoulder.

“He was cute, right? Like DILF material.” You crack a smile before munching on your pizza. The cheese melts in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the greasy masterpiece, your stomach grumbling in agreement.

“I wonder if he has any cute DILF friends.” Min pouts.

“Oh yeah, I’ll text him, ‘Hey mister, got any DILF friends for my friend?’”

“Really?” Min perks up.

“I’m being sarcastic.”

She pouts.

“Boo, you whore.”

You both laugh, and Min leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “But seriously, he was so into you. Did you see the way he looked at you?”

You smirk, feeling your face get hot.

“Yeah, I noticed. His eyes were like, piercing through my soul or something.”

Min sighs dreamily. “Ugh, why can’t guys like that ever notice me? I swear, I’d be the perfect girlfriend for a tattoo artist.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Maybe you should get a tattoo next time. Who knows, you might get lucky too.”

Min giggles. “I just might. But for now, I’ll live vicariously through you and your hot tattoo guy.”

It’d been about a month now, and you and Toji talked almost every single day. You've learned so much about him. He grew up in New Orleans, and he's 29. Not only is he incredibly smart, but he also has a degree in psychology. You were relieved when you asked if he had kids, and he said no.

That would've been a huge turnoff for you, but lucky for you, he's waiting for the right person. His messages are always funny and flirty, often leaving you swinging and kicking your feet like an excited child. Still, you’re kinda bummed that you two haven’t hung out yet. It seems like every time he’s free, you’re busy, and when you’re free, he’s busy.

You think back to all the late-night conversations where he made you laugh so hard your sides hurt. The way he talks about his favorite jazz spots in New Orleans makes you want to visit the city just to see it through his eyes. You can almost hear his deep, soothing voice in your head when you read his texts, and it sends a shiver down your spine every time.

Despite the scheduling conflicts, you’re hopeful. You imagine the day you finally get to meet him in person, feeling the butterflies in your stomach just thinking about it. You know it’ll be worth the wait, and until then, his sweet and playful messages are enough to keep you smiling.

You're perched on the couch with a glass of wine, feet tucked underneath you as you watch "The Hills Have Eyes." You're a sucker for scary movies, and it’s only right to watch one when it’s pouring outside. Your kitten, Midnight, prowls around the living room before finally cuddling into your lap. “Hi Middy,” you coo, stroking her soft fur. You're distracted when your phone vibrates against the sofa.

Toji🤍: Hi pretty, sorry I haven’t been able to text much. Had appointments back to back.

It’s okay :) I missed talking to you.

Toji🤍: Can I come over? I’m dying to see that pretty face again.

You can’t help but let out an excited squeal as you type in the address. You’re not one to get so easily worked up over a man, but Toji is different. He makes you feel special, and he’s way more mature than those stupid college boys you’re used to dealing with.

“Sorry, Midnight,” you laugh, watching your kitty jump off your lap at the sudden movement. You’re currently wearing your ugly PJs; you can’t possibly see Toji in this.

You practically break your ankle running upstairs to your room, trying to get changed. Your heart races with excitement, but frustration builds as you can’t find the item you’re looking for. Where is it?

You yank open your closet and start shuffling through the hangers, tossing clothes aside until you finally find your v-necked silk nightgown. It cuts off just below your ass, and you know Toji will love it. You strip off your old t-shirt and sweat pants, your hands trembling slightly with anticipation, before slipping into the gown.

It hugs your curves perfectly and cups your breasts beautifully. You ruffle up your hair a bit, adding a touch of wildness, before giving yourself one more look in the mirror.

Twenty minutes rolled around, and you heard a knock on the door. You didn’t know why, but suddenly you were nervous, your heart beating rapidly against your chest. Fuck, you’re a grown woman—why’re you scared? You take a deep breath and knock back the rest of your wine.

As soon as you open the door, Toji’s soft lips are on yours, his inked arms wrapping around your waist as he pushes against you. You can't help but let a moan slip from your lips as his tongue slips into your mouth, his foot pressing the door closed.

You’d been longing for this moment for what seemed like forever, and now that it was finally happening, your head was swirling. His kiss was rough but passionate, and it had your stomach burning with desire. You frowned when he suddenly pulled away.

"God, you have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for that," he husks, his dark eyes locked with your brown ones. His hands are still firmly around your waist, his closeness making your entire body ache with desire. He smells so fucking good it makes your mouth water.

"Toji?" you breathe, barely recognizing your own voice.

"Yeah?"

"I need you."

"Lead me to the bedroom, princess."

You nod, grasping his hand in yours before making your way through the cozy apartment. As soon as you enter the room, his lips are back on yours. The way your soft lips move against his has his head spinning; they’re so soft and plump. His hands press into your hips, drawing you deeper into his embrace. The heat between your legs grows, and you fist his shirt desperately.

You can feel his bulge pressing into you eagerly. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of your combined saliva breaking apart. You watch as he lays on the bed, motioning for you to come over. His eyes are low and dark, and you can tell he’s restraining himself as he watches you saunter over to him. His eyes are glued to your body, his breath quickening as he takes in the sight of you. The way you swing your hips, the way your brown skin shimmers, the way your gown accentuates every curve—he fucking loves it.

"Sit on my face," he murmurs. You freeze for a moment; you’ve never actually sat on anyone’s face, and you’re afraid you’ll hurt him. Toji can see the uncertainties on your face, and he chuckles softly before sitting up. "You won’t hurt me, I’m not fragile," he reassures, wrapping his big hands in yours and searching your eyes.

His touch is firm yet gentle, grounding you in the moment. The intensity in his gaze melts your doubts away. Slowly, you climb onto the bed, your heart pounding in anticipation. He lays back, his eyes never leaving yours as you position yourself above him. His hands grip your thighs, guiding you down with a possessive yet tender hold.

As you lower yourself onto his face, you feel his hot breath against your core. His mouth eagerly meets you, his tongue exploring you with a hunger that sends waves of pleasure through your body.

You gasp, your hands finding purchase in his hair as he devours you. The sensation is overwhelming, every flick of his tongue and every groan vibrating against you, driving you closer to the edge.

Toji's hands squeeze your thighs, encouraging you to move. You begin to rock your hips, finding a rhythm that has both of you moaning in unison

“Oh—fuck, feels so g-good,” you whine,attempting to keep your heavy head up.His tongue wildly laps up your juices,darting over your entrance.He moans, the vibration against your quivering pussy eliciting a shaky moan from you.

You’ve never had your pussy eaten like this, and it’s evident to Toji as you greedily buck your hips against his face.His fingertips press into your doughy thighs holding you in place, “D-don’t stop, p-please don’t stop.” you sob.

“Bounce on my face doll,”

You bite your lip hesitantly,Toji nods, silently telling you it’s okay.You squat over his face,almost losing your balance when Toji’s slimy long tongue swipes across your core.

“Ughhh,” you draw out,pussy smacking down on his face with each descent of your hips.The noises you’re making are filthy and desperate, but you can’t help it, this man is a munch.

Each time you lower yourself onto him you can feel his tongue push through your folds.

He can’t help but groan you taste so fucking delicious and it’s hard to ignore the way his cock is pressing against his khaki jeans, threatening to burst at the seams.

Your moans are so damn pretty,they’re the perfect mix of breathy and whiny.You’re putty on top of Toji, he’s eating your pussy like a starved man.Your stomach flips each time you meet his mouth,broken mewls fumbling from your mouth.Your legs are trembling and you find it hard to continue to bounce,”It’s okay pretty.Let me do the work,” Toji mutters, hands latching back around your thighs.

“E-eating my p-pussy so good,” you stutter,Toji’s tongue is swirling inside of you, his pointed nose rubbing against your sensitive clit.Your sweet cries are motivation as he slurps, teeth grazing your clit.

The pleasure builds, your body trembling as you lose yourself in the ecstasy of his touch. You look down, meeting his dark, lust-filled eyes,and the sight pushes you over the edge. With a final, shuddering cry, you come undone, the pleasure washing over you in waves as Toji holds you steady, his mouth still working you through your climax.

"God, Toji," you pant, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. "That was incredible."

He pulls back slightly, his lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Told you, you wouldn't hurt me," he teases, his voice husky. "And you taste fucking amazing."

Toji can’t get enough of you. Every moment with you feels like a drug he can't quit. His lips find their way back to yours, capturing them in a kiss that is both fervent and tender, as if he’s trying to memorize the taste of you. Your fingers, delicate yet determined, dance at the hem of his shirt, teasing the fabric before finally pulling it off.

The sight that greets you is breathtaking. His body, now exposed, is a canvas of muscle and ink. Tattoos, each one telling a story, are scattered across his skin, enhancing his already rugged beauty.

You take a moment to admire him, your eyes tracing the lines and curves of his form. He is even more beautiful unclothed, each tattoo adding to the allure of his physique. Toji, sensing your admiration, smirks slightly before positioning himself between your legs. The anticipation is palpable, each breath you take filled with the electricity of the moment.

"God, you’re beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

As he pushes into you, your jaw goes slack, a soft gasp escaping your lips. The stretching sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and intimacy that leaves you breathless. He feels incredible inside of you, filling you completely and making your stomach turn with every movement.

Your body responds instinctively, slick with sweat as you become a mess underneath him. His deliberate, controlled thrusts send waves of ecstasy through you, each one intensifying the connection between you.

"Toji…," you moan, your voice barely a whisper.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I love the way you say my name," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Your mind races, thoughts jumbled and incoherent. How does he make me feel this way? Every touch, every movement, it’s like he knows exactly what I need. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against you. Your bodies move in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and desire that neither of you wants to end.

"I need you," you manage to say, your voice trembling with emotion.

"I’m right here," he replies, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and raw desire.Your nails dig into his back, leaving faint red marks against his skin.The sound of your wetness echos through his ears like music, your pussy queefing each time he pushes back inside of you.

He can’t help but groan in pleasure, you’re so fucking tight around him he wants to fill you up.You hook your legs around him, forcing him deeper into your cunt.His mouth waters at your bouncing tittes and he kneads one between his large hands.

Your nipples are and have always been extremely sensitive and you squirm as he massages the bud between his fingers.”This pussy is amazing,fuck,” he grunts,head dropping into the crane of your neck.Instinctively, you run your hands through his sweaty hair.He mewls in pleasure, kissing at your neck as his hands spreads your cheeks apart, plunging into your creamy pussy at a better angle.

“Fucking me so good,” you whine, stomach clenching.His swollen tip is prodding at your cervix and you can only take his relentless thrust.He feels so good inside of you, stretching your poor hole to it’s limit, you’re surprised he hasn’t ripped you.

You can tell he’s getting tired as his thrust become erratic,you’re sure as hell not a pillow princess either, you kiss his face gently swallowing back a whimper at another thrust.

“Let me ride you,”

Instantly, you’re straddling Toji.He looks so damn sexy underneath you, hair swiped to the back with sweat, needy eyes silently begging you to milk his cock.”Easy boy,” you giggle,grabbing the base of his dick.His tip is flushed with pre-cum and your arousal, you can’t resist swiping your thumb across him.

He whines underneath you, body tensing.You line him up with your dripping cunt, sliding your pussy folds against him earning a moan from him.You continue this, letting your folds roll over his tip then back down to his base.You can’t help but moan at the friction against your throbbing clit.

Toji’s a whiny red-faced mess under you, he’s throbbing excitedly in your hand.His hands pressed tightly into your waist, straining to hold himself back from pushing his hips up into you.Finally you sink onto him, your wetness welcoming his twitching cock warmly.

”Fuck…” he growls, he’s deeper than ever inside of you and you grip his shoulders as pain racks your body.He caresses your thighs as you adjust, fighting the urge to once again roll his hips into you.

“So proud of you, taking all of me like a big girl,” he mutters.

Your stomach flips at his words of gratification, hips finally beginning to grind against him.A boost of confidence rushes through you as his head lulls back, face scrunched as you ride him.

His needy gasps and whines are so fucking sexy, “fucking me so good,” he quivers, legs shaking as you sink back onto him.You’re so tight around him it’s got his toes curling,fuck, he could fill you up right now.You’re a shaky mess on top of him, your pussy suckling at him,begging for his cum.

You nearly scream as he starts rolling his hips into you, “r-right there,” you gasp out, fisting the sheets in complete bliss.Your moans mix with his, your neighbors probably hate you.His balls slap against your ass he snaps his hips into you, you look so breedable to him.He resists the urge to nut in you, the thought of your stomach swollen with his seed making his dick throb.

“Toji!” you rasp, he was fucking the shit out of you and it had your head spinning.With each prod of his dick into you, you could feel the knot in your stomach banding tighter.You sobbed as his thumb found your clit, flicking over your bud in hard circular motions.

“So s-sensitive,” you hiss,back arching allowing him to slide into you deeper.The feeling of his cock against your contracting walls making him groan deeply,his thumb still massaging your pink clit.

Tears well in your eyes,you’re so close.

“Kiss me,” Toji moans.

Toji's lips met yours in a wet, hungry kiss that left you both gasping for air. The kiss was desperate and passionate, a clash of teeth and tongues that sent shivers down your spine. You could taste the salty sweat on his lips, mingling with the heat of his breath. Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer as if you could merge your bodies into one.

Toji's kiss was relentless, a mixture of need and longing that left you both breathless.”Fuck,I’m cumming!” you whine against his lips,body shivering as your climax hits you.

“Cum on me baby, take what you need. It’s yours.” Toji encourages you, arms wrapping around you as he continues plunging into you.

He bucks his hips into your creamy heat until he feels the knot in his stomach snap, he gently pushes you off to release.His back arches of the bed as you grip him in your hands, deepthroating his cock.You gag as he hits the back of your throat, his seed shooting in your mouth.

”Oh my fucking god,” he whines, legs tense as you suck every drop of cum from him.His eyes snap close, reveling in the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock.

“I could marry your beautiful ass,” he laughs, as you pop him out of your mouth.

“maybe.” you tease.

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this has been sitting in my drafts forever and i’m sick of looking at it! k bye.