#this was done quickly enough so I was quire glad with it

[araiz-zaria]

[honeytama]

Dear, I Think Something’s Wrong.

Husband!Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi) X Fem!Reader

A/N: I haven’t done this in a long time, so it’s kinda ehhh, but I really love this idea and I’m glad I got the motivation to write about it. Enjoy! Also, what’s up Spinner fuckers? Haven’t seen y’all in a hot moment.

Summary: Your husband, Shuichi, comes home with aching pains all over his body and with a harsh demeanor. The evening heats up once Spinner’s aches reach his groin; he can’t help but need to satiate himself using his lovely wife.

Warnings: Smut (18+), dubcon, marriage, sex pollen/sex quirk, light aggression, double penetration, lots of cum, and a bit ooc Spinner

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist

You hear the front door click open as you finish putting away folded laundry in the master bedroom.

“Spinner? C’mere, love!” You call out to the front of your apartment. You hear his boots and bag hit the wood flooring at the entrance before his footsteps approach you. “How have you been? I can’t believe it's been 2 weeks,” you smile and stride up to him as he reaches your bedroom doorway.

“Honestly, not well, honey.” Spinner rubs his hand across the back of his neck attempting to relieve tension. He smirks at you anyway, “But, seeing you makes it better.”

Placing a kiss on his cheek, you feel an unexpected warmth lingering on your lips once you depart. You shoo away the thought of the strange temperature of your reptilian husband's skin and focus on his response. “What’s wrong? Did you get injured while with Tomura?” You sit on the edge of the bed.

“There’s just so much—ah, fuck,” he begins to pull off his work clothes; his vest, pants, and scarves all end up laying in a pile next to you. “My muscles have never given me this much pain before.” You watch him stand before you in nothing but his underwear that clings tight to his front. While Spinner twists and stretches out his back, you gaze at a sight you haven’t seen in a while.

His strong Adonis’ belt creates a perfect trail for your eyes to follow down to his hard package. Looking even lower, the legs of his underwear are hiked up a bit above his large thigh muscles. You can’t help but want to reach out a hand to feel his scales under your fingertips like you could weeks ago.

Spinner has recently been out of town for weeks at a time doing who knows what; sometimes you’re afraid to ask. So, as newlyweds, you feel his absence has taken a toll on your relationship, especially, in the physical department. Your husband’s high libido used to keep you up for hours into the night when the League of Villains was based nearby. Now, you hope that when he returns home he’ll have enough energy to lift you into his lap to watch movies on the couch.

However, the prominent bulge in his briefs gives you hope for tonight. 

“Are you gonna touch me or what?” Shuichi hisses while towering over you.

“Wha—?” The sudden change in his tone startles you a bit, so you push yourself back on the bed giving space between you two.

“The second I get back from being away from my gorgeous wife,” he reaches out to wrap his hand around your ankle to pull you back to him, “and you can’t even jump at the chance to please me?”

Sorry? “It's just that I haven't seen you, and those, like this in a while.” Spinner has always been so sweet to you even in an argument, so his harsh tone worries you. Yet, you can’t help feeling turned on by this change. “What’s gotten into you, Spinner?”

His chest rises and falls quickly; his pecs seem to be more bulged and swollen than normal.

“The fact that you’re not already on your hands and knees for your husband,” he growls. “Lift up your hips.”

You do as you're told. His claws scratch your sides and your shorts and underwear are ripped from your body in one go. Figuring he won’t give any mercy to your top, you decide to prop yourself up to pull it over your head. The garments are thrown to the floor and you’re left there laying completely vulnerable.

He dips down to leave over your figure. His pointed tongue rolls out of his mouth and a drop of drool falls from the tip; it pools on your chest before rolling down your stomach making you shiver.

“Finally, I can use you,” he hisses. He smacks the side of your thigh, signaling you to follow his orders completely. You roll over and take the stance he craves. Your arms are bent on the mattress, and your knees are spread enough to give him the arch in your back he usually loves so much. “Yeah, yeah, just like that…”

Spinner pulls down the front of his briefs to let his heavy cocks fling out. You listen to the familiar clicking of his hand wrapped around both shafts at once to properly slick them up before entering you. But, he didn’t use lube did he?

“Ah—,“ you gasp. He rubs himself up and down your slit; his thick pre cum coats the insides of your thighs and it drips to the white sheets beneath you. Your heart beats fast in your chest as two conflicting thoughts fight each other in your mind. On one hand, you’re afraid of what unexpected things he might do to you. On the other, you want him to try something new. It’s pretty tiring to get your shy husband to let himself go.

“Hssst,” Spinner breathes in quickly through his teeth as he begins pressing into you without warning. “Fuck,” he moans. Even without seeing his face you know his tonight has fallen out of his mouth again by feeling the warm drool on your back.

“T-too much, baby” you whine. With your lips in an “o” shape, you breathe heavily through his relentless pushing. The duvet beneath you gets pulled into your fists. “Please, slow, slow, slow,” you cry.

“Fuck,” he groans. A final shove let’s his cocks glide against your walls to bottom out.

“Shuichi—,” you yell out his name but his first full thrust makes your breath catch in your throat.

His hands keep steady on your hips to keep them in place as his thrusts relentlessly into your fluttering pussy. “You’re not getting away until I get what I need.” Spinner readjusts his angle by lifting a leg up to the right of you. His new kneeling position makes you scream into the mattress. He so, so deep. Every thrust of his hips sends his cocks to punch into the back of your inner walls. Your hands fly to your mouth and your eyelids clench down at this immense pleasure.

“Make me cum, please,” you muffle out from your hands covering your mouth in hopes to conceal your screams from your next door neighbors.

“Tch.”

“Ah, ah, ahh,” you pant as your eyes roll back. You feel yourself clench around him before a stream of liquid releases from deep inside of you. You coat his pair of cocks in your own cum.

“Shuichii,” your voice diminishes to a whimper as you feel yourself get full with his hot, thick cum. You clench your pussy and feel some drip out and down the inner part of your thigh. He doesn’t pull out yet though, so you shiver against him as his cum cools down rolling down your leg.

“Y/N…,” you hear Spinner’s voice lighten up. He pulls his still hard cocks out of you and watches his second load drools from your stretched-out cunt.

“Honey?”

“I’m so sorry for treating you so badly,” he cries out. A bit of his usual personality has returned since you’ve satiated him partially.

“I know, I know,” you say lovingly. His pink hair comes into view as he leans over you. You’re ready for his sensitive conscience to drive him to apologize to you profusely for the next week. You gasp when he enters you again.

“M-my apologies, dear,” he presses his snout roughly against your ear. The rumble of his voice sends shivers down the back of your neck and your pussy clenches around his appendages tightly in response. The tip of his dicks massages the furthest part of your cunny as he pumps himself quickly, barely pulling out before pushing back in. “I-I don't know-ow — what’s wrong with me, love.”

He lightly wraps his hand on your neck and pulls your head to the side to kiss you passionately on the lips.

“Please—,” you manage to squeak out in between thrusts. “Please, please, baby, slow d—,” your cheek gets pushed into the plush duvet before you can finish.

“Ah—!,” he throws his head back. “I’m so, so sorry!”

“Keep going, I missed this, Spinner,” you pant. Your backside stings as his nails dig into the flesh of your waist. His strong hands pull your lower half against his groin repeatedly. the squelching sound of his thick precum rubbing the inside of your walls plays in tandem with the smack of your thighs against his.

“Haah... uugh... aaah,” Spinner’s sounds toss between grunts and whimpers with every thrust.

You figure that his main goal is to get off; this is either because he’s so pent up from not having pleased himself, it’s just an effect of his quirk, or... “Baby, ahh,” you moan trying to start your sentence. “Did y-you fight anyone today? Hnng.” Your eyes roll back into your head but you try to pay attention to his next words closely.

“Yeah, yeah, shit!” He pants heavily. “Some shithead tried to mess with me on my way home to you baby.” Suddenly he pulls both of himself out of you, giving your exhausted body a break for a moment. “Flip over, now,” he commands.

You playfully roll your eyes while rolling onto your back. As you spread your legs, his warm liquid drips from you in loads right onto the freshly cleaned bedding.

Without any warning, he pushes your thighs back towards your chest and presses himself into your weeping pussy. “Spinnerrr,” you moan.

“You take me so well. Now, please make me cum, again,” his dark eyes pierce into yours. His face holds both domineering and desperate expressions.

“The guy who fucked with you earlier must have had a quirk to make you need to have sex,” You say out loud. You’ve heard stories of this sort of thing happening before, but you never thought it would happen to your husband. By instinct, you wrap your arms around his thighs to prepare for his deep strokes.

“Dammit,” he hisses. “I guess it’s not so bad, now,” he grins while rocking his hips into you. “But, there’s no way I’m stopping any time soon. This quirk’s effect lasts for hours. And, I don’t want to stop.” He blushes so hard you see a roses tint creep under his green scales under his eyes. “I planned to make love to you once I got home, by the way. Even without the effects of this quirk.”

“Yeah, yeah, just keep going, babe,” you tease.

[cyclopticblast]

Burning Down the House

The hardest part of these fights was the endurance more than anything. Running into the fire to help pull people out, trying to fight it wasn’t so hard at hour one. Not so much at hour ten, with screaming muscles, aching joints, and burning lungs all pleading for a long rest. Not so much a sprint as a marathon. 

Despite all of that, Scott was handling this all admirably well. Unsurprising. He’d always managed better when it all dialed up to 11. There was something about facing a robot several stories tall trying to murder you and your friends, or facing apocalyptic hellfire scouring the earth that was easier to manage and less unsettiling than the quiet of waiting for whatever came next. Here he was calm, steady, focused. In his element. 

Probably, that was something that bore a little bit of uneasy examination. But it was better not to look too long at any of that. It worked, and that was what mattered. Similarly, he did his best to discard the gnawing horror of seeing his own face being the one meting out that hellfire. There was enough else to focus on right now. 

Fires raged the world over. But there was no room to focus on the world, or even the country. Theirs just to protect this California hillside long enough to evacuate the towns in the path of this particular inferno. It was enough to keep them busy. How long he’d been attempting to blast firebreaks into these hillsides, he didn’t know. Between the heat, and the water from Bloodstorm and Iceman’s attempts to keep the flames at bay, the screen on his communicator had stopped working long ago. One more time to be glad that Jean was able to keep them all in telepathic rapport. 

Between a dense steaming fog hung low to the ground, the smoke of the fire, and the cloud cover from the storm above, attempts to place the sun’s position in the sky were hopeless. And then maybe not so much. Brightness peeking through the clouds. Maybe 9 AM? That didn’t seem right. And then...quickly moving towards noon? Scott’s stomach sank. Not the sun at all. ‘We’ve got incom-’ 

Even across an instant rapport, he didn’t manage to get it out before the world whirled and burned and finally came to a stop with a crash that definitely knocked something out of place on the right side of his chest, surroundings suddenly wrong when the world finally stopped spinning. He was a good deal further away from where he had been. “JUST LET IT GO. SOMETHING BETTER COMES NEXT. YOU CAN’T WIN. WE CAN’T WIN. SO IT’S OVER. THIS IS A MERCY.” 

And supposedly it would be that easy. No. It never was, but that didn’t matter. Even if they never won, it didn’t matter. The thought crossed his mind that all of this work may just have been to have to do it all over again, and with more people on the next ledge. But better that than to lay down and die. There was a general echo of agreement across the rapport, even with a few complaints of injuries. A groan of complaint from Jimmy. Let er rip. 

No one could say they didn’t give it their best efforts. But neither could they say that they’d made much impact. His blasts didn’t bother Cyclops even under the best of circumstances, which these definitely weren’t. If anything, he seemed to surge with power after the attack. A nearby tree he tried to fell toppled just fine, but it caused Cyclops little concern. A wave of the hand, and the tree was far more concern for him. Down. 

He missed what downed Bloodstorm and Angel while trying to extricate himself from the branches. Something else was definitely not Hank’s magic which seemed to have some affect for as long as it lasted. 

“ICEMAN, 6-A2!” No answer. But then….when had….? None of them could stand long against the sheer amount of force being unleashed on them. But he felt particularly guilty over missing the fact that Bobby was down...One last try to blast the ground out from under him, but then he wasn’t standing on the ground was he? 

A charge of energy building in the air. Even before he could see it, he could feel it, making his hair stand on edge and the fillings in his teeth sting. And despite himself, for one quiet moment, he closed his eyes against it. 

A long time ago, back when he’d lived in the orphanage, he used to have nightmares about fire. They were nightly affairs.He would hold onto...someone and then they’d fall away into the flame before it came for him. And then one night, he’d dreamt of a girl. And she’d told him not to be afraid of the fire. For reasons he couldn’t understand, he’d listened. It’d just felt right. Except now he was afraid of the fire again. And he didn’t want to look. 

And then across the shared rapport, a sudden outburst from Quire snapped him back to attention (like he’d had any business laying down and giving up anyways) ‘WAIT, RED, DON’-’ Scott wasn’t sure just what it was that Jean wasn’t supposed to do, but she’d paid it lt little mind, dropping the link between the lot of them and blasting Cyclops seemingly with everything she had. His brain stung with the feedback of whatever she’d done, and by the time Scott pulled himself together, both she and Cyclops were gone, bound eastward. “Jean!” No use. She was beyond the range of hearing, but it definitely gave him the motivation to climb the rest of the way out of the tree, despite the clearly wrong way something was grinding in his left shoulder and his right side. 

They couldn’t leave her to face this alone. “Bloodstorm, are you good? We need to get after them. You and me and the rest follo-” “Summers! Earth to Summers!” The last thing he needed right now. “Hold the phone, genius. You go after that thing, you’re setting yourself to be the next thing it latches onto. You ever stop to think about the names of most of the people the Phoenix has grabbed hold of?” 

“I don’t care! She needs backup. We’re not leaving her behind! So you come, or you go, but I’m going after her!” But the interruption had given him a moment to think. He wasn’t even in charge here, why was he the one calling the shots? And still the fires burned, even worse than before. A moment’s hesitation to stop him from running in, guns blazing without a thought. “We split up. The goal’s not to fight Cyclops. We don’t have that kind of firepower. Just to get Marvel Girl and get out. I...Bloodstorm. I know that you two are, and I… but....we need you here. You’re one of the only ones of us that has a chance to get these fires under control. Quentin, call for help.  Call for backup. This might go badly. Wolverine, Next batch of people you lead out of here, carry Iceman along, okay? Keep him safe?”

“Riiiiight, and you run off to the rescue. Idiot. You forget who’s the one person here who’s hosted the Phoenix Force? ” 

“Not gonna dignify that with a response.Just call for help. Angel, are you good? Can you manage both Beast  and I?”

“Always with the field names, like people don’t know who we are still.Yeah, let’s go get our girl.”