#basically back to normal😁

[accursedlight]

{I have been in Arcane heaven which is why I have been MIA here🫠 The Christmas stuff I queued months ago should now be posting lol. Hope everyone has a good Christmas if you celebrate! Otherwise just have a good week!}

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Ze's answer about if anyone influences him or controlls him - with some nice words for Andriy and the rest of the Bankova gang and a short mention of the kids and Mama and Papa Ze 🤗

[lollixp0p]

The Video (18+)

Pairing: Best friend!Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader

Genre: Smut (MDNI), bit of feelings

Word count: just under 3k!

Warnings: Idol!au, subby!Hyunjin, slightly perv!reader, recording, (maybe a bit dub con because he doesn't mean to send it but reader watches it anyway), mommy kink, masturbation (both but separately), Hyunjin fantasizes about reader, reader fantasizes about Hyunjin, lmk if I missed anything!!

Summary: Hyunjin finally gets some alone time after weeks of hard work and decides to use his time to... relax. The next day he ends up sending you something on accident that sets off a big change in your lives, with or without either of you really realising.

Note: My first ever fic!! :3 Inspired by a video I saw on phub. (@cbini (Ems isn't on Tumblr rn she still wanted to be tagged so I hope it's ok), @comet-falls, @hyunsvngs, @mnwrld and @skz-hell lmao hello everyone, writing blog reveal!!😁 here's this fic I've mention to all of you as an anon<3 (depending on who you are I'm either ❄️anon, 🐾anon or sounding anon😳)). To anyone reading this please give me literally any feedback (comment, reblog, anything!), I want to know if this is good or not since it's my first fic🙏😣

Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!

It's been exactly three weeks since Hyunjin's had any time for just himself, though it feels like months at this point.

Recently everyone's been running around like headless chickens and between vocal trainings, dance practices and the studio, there hasn't been much time to just relax and recharge. Preparing for a new album really is the busiest time of an idols life.

There hasn't even been time to see family or friends, which is common during busy spells like this, but always dissapointing to think about. Now even more so, with how much he's been wishing to spend time with you, one of his closest friends... who also happens to be his crush. Not that he'd ever let you know though, not in a very long time.

It feels almost like a blessing, getting back to the dorms from practice late in the evening and realising... he's got the place all for himself, at least until his roommates get back from the studio.

Changbin had messaged him earlier, telling him that they'd probably be there well past midnight, so there was no use waiting up for them. To him though, this was the very opposite of an issue. With that much free time, he'd definitely be able to... make himself comfortable, so to speak.

See, not having time to relax also means he'd basically had no time to get off. The best he'd been able to do had been quick little sessions barely once a week in the shower right before passing out on his bed from the exhaustion of working hard.

The realisation that he'd be able to do anything he wants during his time alone is enough to get his dick twitching in his jeans and he decides the shower can wait until later.

Hyunjin goes to his room and locks the door after himself even though he's alone, it's just become a habit after so many years living with his members. He sets his bag down next to his bed and thinks through his plan.

Hyunjin has a little secret, which is that he loves recording himself do dirty things that range from more vanilla to much less vanilla. Something about the thrill of being recorded even if no one will ever see it just... makes him so fucking horny.

He opens the camera of his phone, puts it to video mode and presses record. Moving his hand off the lense and setting it down where he normally sets it, on the carefully placed pile of books on his desk, he sits down on his bed.

"Hmm... I hope the angle's good... It's been so long since I've had time for this", Hyunjin sighs with a pout and brushes his hair out of his eyes. He knows the camera won't see it though because he's made sure the stand, his pile of books, is at a level that cuts off his head perfectly.

Hyunjins hands run down his body slowly and he exhales deeply, just loud enough to get picked up by his phone. Once they reach his jeans he unbuttons them, unzips the zipper, then pulls the jeans down just enough to expose his underwear. Hyunjin pulls his shirt up over his stomach to be held in place under his chin, rubs his hand over his bulge and hums.

It's been so long since the last time he's been able to take his time making himself feel good. It's almost embarrassing how quickly he's getting hard.

He takes his dick out his boxers and then spits on the palm of his right hand. It's dirty and wet but it just turns him on even more. He grabs his dick with the hand and slowly moves his fist up and down, to spread the saliva and precum all over his dick to make the slide easier and wetter but to also get himself to full hardness.

"A-ah, ohh... that's so good... Feels-fuck, feels so good", Hyunjin sighs. It really won't take him too long to cum, he just knows it. He's been pent up for far too long.

He tries to think of something to help his issue and immediately thinks of you, no matter how embarrassed or dirty it makes him feel.

When you first started showing up in the dirtiest corners of his mind he felt so ashamed. Now it doesn't matter to him anymore. You'll never find out so why feel bad?

He continues to move his hand on his dick while thinking of you. The last time the two of you had time to hang out together you'd worn the lowest cut shirt he'd ever seen on you. He had tried so hard to act normal around you but whenever you bent down he'd been able to see into your shirt.

"Haah, fuck..." , he squeezes himself a little harder at the memory. Everytime you moved he could see your bra poking out from the top, black and lacy. The entire time he'd been doing his best to not bust in his pants. Oh, what he'd give to be able to see your tits. They always looked so soft and they'd probably fit perfectly into his palms.

Whenever the both of you would hang out at yours, watching movies and just hanging out, you never bothered to wear a bra. Why would you? It is your house where you want to be as comfortable as possible.

The feeling of laying down on your couch watching a movie with you on top of him, in just a t-shirt, will end up driving him mad one day. Everytime he'd felt your nipples poking into him he'd almost moaned out loud.

"Hngh... Oh my god, please... m-mommy!", he lets out pathetically, moving his fist faster. God he just wants you to use him, to do anything you want to him. The thought makes him whine desperately.

One of the most common fantasies for him is you on top of him using him to get off, not caring about if he's close or not. You'd sit on his face and ride it until you cum. He could probably cum untouched like that. All he'd need was tasting you and seeing you cum, just for him.

All the sudden he remembers the phone recording him and he shudders. He imagines what your reaction would be to seeing him like this. Would you be disgusted or delighted? Would you tell him what to do and how to touch himself? Maybe you'd touch him... He hopes you would.

"Mommy... please touch me, aah- oh!", he runs his thumb over the head of his cock just right and his thighs twitch but he keeps them open, in perfect view to the camera.

Throwing his head back he imagines you riding him. You'd be so tight and wet around him. Maybe you'd tie his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be able to touch you... he'd really like that. You'd feel godly around him, Hyunjin thinks.

"Fuck, oh fuck! Mommy I'm-haah, I'm so close, please!", his dick twitches desperately. You're so gorgeous, to him you're the sexiest person he's ever seen. He feels himself getting so close that tears spring to his eyes.

"Ah- 'm gonna... mommy, gonna cum...!", he whines out long and loud. It takes Hyunjin two more strokes to let go and he cums the hardest he's cum in weeks. He doesn't even register whispering your name. Hyunjin leans back on his left hand and keeps stroking himself through it.

The feeling is overwhelming, so much so that his thighs start twitching pathetically and the tears in the corners of his eyes fall. He's getting incredibly overstimulated but he keeps going, wanting to keep enjoying the feeling, just a bit more.

He squeezes himself one last time and suddenly everything on him feels gross and dirty. He's just had the best orgasm in weeks so it's no surprise that he came a lot, everywhere. He even managed to get some on his chin.

"Fuuck... Did you-haah... did you enjoy that?", he chuckles to the phone. It takes a while for him to come down from the high, the twitchiness and the feeling of euphoria lingering in his body. Once he's capable of standing up again he stops the video.

With his body feeling like jelly, he takes off all his clothes, drops them into his hamper and prepares to shower, at last.

Hyunjin wakes up to his alarm the next day feeling more refreshed than he's felt in weeks. He shuts off the still ringing alarm and quickly gets up from his bed to get dressed and go eat breakfast.

Checking the calendar on his phone to make sure he knows his schedule for today, he makes a note of one thing; he'd have a lot of time alone at the dorms today too, since he's only got a dance practice and a recording session today, which obviously means 3racha will stay behind to stress about their songs while Hyunjin can return early. Maybe this time he should continue the latest piece of art he's been working on after he gets back?

Hyunjin gets through the day well enough.

After eating breakfast he messages you a "Good morning pretty <3 please remember to drink water!" like every morning when he has time for it. He gets to the practice room only five minutes late, which is a record this early in the morning, because usually he ends up sleeping in at least ten minutes (which makes Chan scold him for being such a heavy sleeper).

He does well at practice, even though he ends up a little exhausted. That's nothing new though, with how hard they always work to be the best they can be.

The rest of the members leave to take a break but Hyunjin decides to stay behind to film the solo choreography he's been working on for fun. Once he's happy with how it's turned out, it's time for him to go record his lines.

The recording session goes smoothly, without hundreds of retakes and everyone's satisfied with the result. Afterwards they decide to order some take-out, as a reward for a job well done... and also because they're all feeling too lazy to even think about going to the dorms to cook.

While eating Hyunjin finally realises to check his phone again. "Good morning, take care of yourself too!! :)" is your response to what he sent earlier. It's nothing more than a kind response but it makes him grin to himself like the fool in love he is.

"Yaaah!! Hyunjinnieee, what's making you smile so beautifully?", Changbin leans towards him with his signature flirting-with-Hyunjin grin, mouth half full of rice.

"It's nothing," Hyunjin responds back to him cheeks red, "and don't talk with your mouth full hyung... Do you not have any respect?"

Changbin decides to drop it in favor of eating more delicious food.

"Oh come on... we wanna know!!", Han pouts at him from his seat on the couch in the room. Hyunjin shoves another mouthful of food in his mouth to avoid the embarrassement of explaining how a single text messaged from you manages to make his heart beat out of his chest.

Once Hyunjin's done eating he's free to go back to the dorms and just like he suspected the rest of his dormmates stay behind to work some more, although they all whine at him to stay to explain the previous mystery. He declines and they all keep their sad puppydog eyes on him until he's out the door.

He keeps texting you during his ride, all the way to the dorms. Once he's in his room Hyunjin decides to just change into some clean clothes. He's too excited to talk to you and get to painting, he can wash up later.

He lays in his bed to keep texting you and at some point your conversation changes from how your day's been going to talking about dancing and he mentions how he just today filmed a new choreography bit he's made for fun.

❣️:

Can I see what you've been working on? :)

I'm sure it's really good, you always are!!

Jinnie:

Well... since you asked so nicely😉

[video sent]

Quickly sending the video Hyunjin exits out the messaging app, feeling so giddy he can't help but squirm around on his bed. He still can't believe someone like you could be interested in seeing him dance.

It might seem like a small thing for most but he feels himself turning red just thinking about the way you look at him while he talks about something so important to him. It makes the butterflies in his stomach every time you're near go crazy. It's so attentive, like you actually care and are interested in his interests... and maybe even...?

'No' , he thinks to himself. There's probably no way you could ever actually be interested in him, not in the same way he's interested in you at least.

He leaves his phone charging and finally gets out of bed to go to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He'd need it if he wanted to stay up late to work on his newest art piece.

Hearing the familiar 'ping' notification of receiving a message makes you open your phone again and just like you thought, Hyunjin had sent you the video of his latest masterpiece of a choreography. Not waiting a second you press the video just to see.... Hyunjin take his hand off the camera and set the phone down on the desk in his room he draws on. He sits down on the edge of his bed and says something, you aren't really sure what, because the volume's too low. In confusion you turn it up more.

Hyunjin sighs and reaches up to move his hair out his face, probably. You can't see it though, because the camera cuts his face perfectly off frame. Suddenly his hands run down his body to the button on his jeans. He opens it and starts undoing the zipper next. You just look at the video in shock. 'He isn't about to... to take them off is he?', you think to yourself, just as he pulls the jeans down enough to expose his white boxers and then palms his bulge.

Should you stop watching? Keep watching? How long has it even been playing? How long does it keep playing? While you wonder this you almost miss Hyunjin pull his hard dick out of his underwear and spit on his palm and... Oh God...

You've now done something you can never take back. The downright sinful view of his cock is something you don't think you're ever going to be able to forget. How do you even face him after this? After watching him grasp his dick in his hand and pump it a couple of times to spread the spit and precum around.

You exit the video, panting and absolutely soaking through your underwear. Your other hand rushes to your face to feel your cheeks. They're burning and feel like you've been standing out in the sun for hours, when in reality all you've done is accidentally watch your best friend play with himself.

You struggle to decide what to do with the video and in the end save the video without much thinking, then delete the message of it and decide to notify him of his mistake. As long as he doesn't know you saved it, it should be fine, right?

It takes Hyunjin less than 10 minutes to make and get the coffee. He returns to his room humming the tune of a song he's had on repeat recently. Setting the coffee down on the desk and taking his phone off from the charger he notices new messages from you.

❣️:

Uhm...😕

Hyunjin, I don't think you meant to send that.

He looks at his screen confused. What did you mean by that? He...

Oh God.

Did he send the wrong video?

Frantically opening the video he sent earlier he sees himself, in video, move his hand off the phone camera and set it down the desk near his bed and sit down. Oh no...

"Hmm... I hope the angle's good... It's been so long since I've had time for this", video Hyunjin sighs and reaches up to move his hair from his eyes. His head may be out of frame but he clearly remembers pouting while saying this. He watches himself slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, adjusting them so that his boxers are clearly visible in frame. In the video his hand drifts towards his crotch slowly, teasingly.

He quickly exits the video and promptly shoves his head under his pillow and yells. He'd accidentally sent the wrong video while hurrying to get a cup of coffee. How could he have messed up this bad? In his panic, it takes him a moment to respond.

Jinnie:

Oh god

I'm so sorry!!

Please don't watch that!

❣️:

Don't worry!!!

I stopped watching the moment you started unzipping your pants😖

I saw nothing, promise!🙏 It's been deleted already!! 

Little does he know though, you'd kept the video. You're not really sure why, but subconciously your brain keeps screaming' to finish it later, of course'.

...

Fuck it, you don't think you can wait until later.

Taking a deep breath, you open your gallery to find the video he sent you. You hesitate for a second but press play anyway. You can feel how you're already soaking through your underwear but pay no mind to it yet.

You watch him do the things you've seen already, all the way until he spits in his hand... and you pause the video. 'Is it right to watch this? I mean, he didn't mean to even send it...', you think to yourself.

But the thought of seeing him touch himself, to hear him make the sweetest noises you could ever in your wildest dreams imagine him making drives you on.

Pressing play again you dip your fingers into your pants. You rub yourself over your underwear and oh my god... you can't believe the wetness you feel after less than a minute of watching the video. You focus on the phone you're holding in your other hand and finally move your fingers into your underwear to directly touch your pussy.

On your screen you see Hyunjin start to stroke himself faster, the head of his dick a dark pink, you can feel his desperation through the screen. Without thinking you move your fingers to your clit and start rubbing it in circles, aided by the wetness of your leaking pussy.

He moans out loud and even though you can't hear it through the fog in your head, you know he's desperate. You move your fingers down to your hole and dip two of them in. You're so wet you barely need to even stretch yourself out and then he does it.

"Hngh... Oh my god, please... m-mommy!"

You push your fingers deeper and your pussy lets out he lewdest squelch which in turn makes you close your eyes desperately in pleasure. 'Mommy? When he masturbates he calls out for mommy??', the thought makes you lose your mind. You think about what it would be like if he called you mommy in the throes of pleasure.

You want to make him follow every command you give him. The way he'd look up at you on his knees with you standing above him. Maybe you could make him suck on a strap? He'd look so ridiculously delicious with his mouth full, drool dripping down his cheeks.

You add another finger and start rubbing at your clit with your thumb at the same time. The feeling makes you whimper and imagine his hands on you, teaching him how to touch you perfectly. You're getting so close and you remember to focus your screen again.

Hyunjin looks absolutely disheveled. His dick is red and throbbing, you can tell he's getting close. His voice is another thing that gives him away. He's whiny and his voice keeps cracking every time he opens his mouth. Hyunjin bucks into his hand and moans.

"... mommy, gonna cum...!", he strokes himself twice more and then finally cums. You're so close it's maddening. All the sudden you hear him... whisper your name?

It makes you go off the edge and your entire body clenches and seizes while you silently cry out from all the pleasure you're feeling. Your walls suck in your fingers with how you're clenching around them. On the screen Hyunjin twitches violently, working himself through the end of his orgasm.

You pull your fingers out of yourself and slump down on your bed exhausted, but the last 20 seconds of the video that's now over haunts you. Did you hear him right?

You gather strength to pick up your phone again and rewind the video to the part where he cums and turn the volume almost all the way up. Admittedly you end up fixating on the way his dick looks and face twists in pleasure when he cums and then he says, or more like whisper your name. Your brain blanks.

"Fuuck... Did you-haah... did you enjoy that?", he chuckles to the phone, sits in place for a bit to properly come down and then gets up to stop the video.

You're wet, confused and you can feel your heart beat out of your chest. What do you do now? How can you ever face him normally after that... Does he feel the same way you do? Is he sure he didn't mean to send it?

It's all too much to think about, so you decide that instead of thinking about it you'll clean yourself up and... crawl into a hole where no one will ever find you. Probably. The only thing you know for sure is you definitely won't be sleeping tonight.

© lollixp0p 2024 | please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works

[kaisentine]

𝒲HAT IS THAT MELODY?

turn that shit up ! what popular song do bllk boys remind me of?

feat. michael kaiser, itoshi sae, mikage reo, itoshi rin, oliver aiku

note : YES… i did do research on what the songs’ meanings are and i understand some of them don’t fit as well but i’m also basing this off of certain lyrics as well so #don’tdiscriminate… also this has opened up my multi-character works 😁 expect more in the future LMFAO. also is this the right time to say i did not proofread

💿 MICHAEL KAISER is now playing… back to the basics by lana del rey (unreleased)

cw : uhm coercion (i think), implied toxic relationship (I LOVE KAISER DONT GET ME WRONG… but he’s still poopy anyway #keepingitreal☹️) + if you count that in, then there’s angst if you squint, thoughts of killing (JUST ONCE and it’s not serious, promise!)

“everybody’s saying that you’re no good for me”

it’s not hard to decipher you’re definitely in love with the star soccer player—michael kaiser. however, even with your rose-tinted glasses, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still an asshole. so now it honestly feels like it’s you and him (probably ness too) v.s your friends. they just don’t understand the euphoria hidden behind all his lies. but God was it hard to handle him now that he’s a hotshot within the athletic world—it’s like when you try to speak to him, he starts spewing nonsense and even more lies to you.

“c’mon, hase.” his plea sounds more like demanding no matter how hard he tried to sound convincing. it’s weird seeing a man like him on his knees begging so you avert your gaze with your arms crossed. you know you’re doomed to give into him and his sweet-talk again—like you always do—kaiser knows that, he just needs to find which button to press to make you give in faster.

this time you’re taking longer than you normally do. he’s starting to get impatient by your little game of trying to get rid of him. “kaiser… we can’t keep doing this anymore.” you finally say, something kaiser didn’t expect you to say. “last name basis already, huh?” he gets up from his (very awkward) position to tower over you—to intimidate you.

you try to stand your ground but with the way he’s looking at you, is it too late to run away?

“i know what you’re trying to do. my friends keep telling me.” you’re stubborn, aren’t you? you’re annoying when you’re like this, he hates it. “and you’re really listening to your friends over your boyfriend?” he keeps trying to talk but you cut him off, “ex-boyfriend. please, don’t do this.” you’re the one begging now and he really wishes he could relish in this sight forever.

SLAM

holy shit, did you just slam the door on him? i’m going to die—you think. kaiser chuckles on your porch after being met with your front-door i’m going to kill you—he thinks.

the next few weeks are bombarded by countless messages from ness. who you are quite acquainted with him because of kaiser. all of them are along the lines of ‘trust me, he’s changed’ they’re all full of bullshit that you can smell it and scrunch your nose up in disgust. but as fate would have it, it wasn’t on your side!

“took ‘ya long enough, hase.” the sickly sweet nickname rolls off his tongue like second nature. it’s a very familiar scene, he’s on your doorstep again. he’s towering over you and your eyes are glossed over with admiration and guilt. “‘m really sorry.” you try not to sniffle to keep it cool. you really despise the way kaiser can’t keep his stupid grin off of his face at your weak attempt not to cry. “aw, it’s okay. but it’s gonna take a lot for me to forgive you.” he says in faux concern before pulling you into a hug—his cologne filling up your senses and making it hard to breathe.

the urge to punch him in the stomach is futile by the way he basically crushes your bones in the hug. oh you hate the way you can never get rid of him, oh you hate the way you give into him, oh you hate the way he’s the one wanting the apology when it’s actually you who deserves such privilege.

‘i hate you but i really just hate the way i love you too much to let go.’

because eventually, you know you’ll always fall into his traps no matter how far you run away. however, the only thing on your mind is how you’ll never hear the end of it from your friends.

💿 ITOSHI SAE is now playing… no one noticed by the marias

cw : angst, hurt/little to no comfort (guys… please don’t burn me), OK but open-ending, uh sae might be a really super big asshole here, i also realized at the end that 7 weeks and 3 days by yungatita would’ve been better but YOLO

“come on, don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy, babe.”

as much as you’d like to make him stay, you know he wouldn’t. he wanted to be as free as a bird in the sky with no restraints—including a relationship. even after promising one day he’d come back, reassuring you that you’ll always be his answer, he then left without a trace. now you’re just starting to realize letting go is easier than it seems until the problem arises once again.

you know he already told you that he’d come back but why only now does he decide to show up? a lover of yours to whom you vowed to never love another before his return. it’s just been so long that you doubt he evens remembers the promise.

“didn’t think you’d actually turn up.” you spit out, he isn’t even phased by the malice in your tone. “i told you i would, didn’t i?” he responds. “yeah but that was like ten fucking years ago?” you emphasize the ten fucking years because seriously, ten years radio silence and he thinks he can just slide back into you life like that? he must be a crazed man.

for the first three years of those ten, you were content with waiting for him. the fourth and fifth, you began growing impatient. sixth, you felt like you didn’t care anymore. from the seventh to ninth year, you swore you hated him with a dagger aimed to your heart. lastly, on the tenth year (on which he decided to show up), you finally accepted he did not give a shit and that you shouldn’t either.

“i needed to prioritize my career before i could support any of my relationships.” he now sounds confused by the way you’re so upset at this situation.

he used the ten years you took to realize that dwelling on some dumb red-head wasn’t worth it to work on his soccer career? “you could’ve texted.” you retorted. “didn’t have the time to.” your jaw actually wants to drop by how ignorant his response is. he’s talking to the person he ghosted for a decade like this?

you’d like to joke around and say ‘damn sae, you’re just like an ex who slides back into your life’ but it isn’t a joke—not with him, at least. “didn’t have time to? it would’ve been better if you never had the time to. just let us go, itoshi.” the way you say his last name is deadly. he’s already been bitten by a snake once before so he knows he can survive your bite.

does he even know how much you sacrificed? did he put two and two together to realize how much he made an impact to you? so much so that at one point, anything would’ve reminded you of him.

“you’re being emotional, talk to me when you aren’t.” he says as if he wasn’t the one who started the conversation—the nerve!

“my number is the same but change the last digit to 8.” and off he goes, removing himself from your life like always.

the way you’re quietly dialing the phone that night completely destroys everything you worked for—like you’re crumbling down just for the thought that he might pick up.

💿 MIKAGE REO is now playing… show me how by men i trust

cw : guys it’s getting too angsty for me i might cry, still a lil angst and neglect but it’s not that bad 😭, i acc wrote this one last bc i didn’t know which song to use for him (my first option was shameless by avenoir), when i was writing this… i was thinking abt melania and trump’s relationship (WE LISTEN AND WE DON’T JUDGE.), reader eats meat… anyway… so this is significantly worse than everyone elses so uhm, cliff hanger who!

“show me how you care.”

everyone keeps commenting on how lucky you are that you managed to bag a billionaire’s son and you say thanks! because that’s how you should respond. but dear God, does he even know anything about you anymore? being in a chokehold relationship with mikage corp’s heir isn’t too hard until you start questioning reo’s love for you. yeah he’s shown you how he loves you but you need more words instead of actions and a credit card.

“reo, can we talk?” you ask the purple-haired male while he’s hard at work at his desk. “i’m a bit busy right now. we can talk later, yeah? go out and use my card as an apology.” he hums before returning his vision back to whatever he was doing. it’s the typical response you were expecting but you didn’t want to use his money—you wanted to talk.

you’ve already exited the room to go to the mall anyway. you’re left eating alone at some restaurant with shopping bags being used as your excuse for some company. the steak you ordered is bland like the way reo hugs you. his touches feel empty now, every time you go to hold his hand, he doesn’t flat out reject it but he doesn’t squeeze your hand the same way you do—the same way he used to.

one thing about reo is that it seems like he hates communication and in his world, the only way he knows how to say sorry is his credit card.

he doesn’t care, does he?

when you get back to his place, he acts like he doesn’t remember the way you said that you wanted to talk. he keeps trying to put off that talk for as long as he can. it’s gotten to the point you have that stupid look on your face—cheeks being slightly puffed out with your eyebrows furrowed. reo hates the look on your face so he approaches you with caution.

“you good?” he asks but you don’t respond. “need a hug?” he just keeps talking to the point you feel like something is boiling in your head. you shake your head to say no because you’ve started to dislike his emotionless hugs—feels like you’re hugging a log with brittle twigs. how would he feel like if you gave him the same treatment he’s given you? although, it is a bit more serious because you aren’t speaking to him at all.

his time will come where you grace him with your voice one again but that’s only when he actually asks you to talk to him! in his invisible diary, he write ‘it’s been 3 days since they’ve spoken to me, i can’t see through my right eye…’ sure he’s being more than overdramatic but he can’t figure out why you’re giving him the silent treatment.

oh but little did you know, he remembers that you did want to speak with him…

“can you just speak to me, please?” the way he says please is intoxicating to you. you’re waiting.

“fine. let’s have that talk.”

💿 ITOSHI RIN is now playing… lovers rock by tv girl

cw : unrequited love, angst, reader should go to r/aita 😭, uh kissing, this one is longer but rin isn’t even in my favs 😭

“because love can burn like a cigarette”

and it only hurts because you know you can’t have him. you’d love to kiss him right now but you understand that if you do then your whole life would probably blow up into a million pieces. it hurts so much that even if your life blows up, it wouldn’t matter. can it hurt that much to just kiss him? yes.

“oh he totally likes you!” you giggle at your friend’s flushed face after an encounter with her longterm crush—itoshi rin. she tries to shut you up in a joking manner but manages to only do so after she confesses something. “didn’t i tell you?” she asks which makes you raise an eyebrow. “tell me what?”

“…he does like me.”

wow, an arrow straight to the heart much? your expression of gloom is soon masked by raw surprise. “really?! when did that happen?” you force out a smile—to your credit, you were genuinely surprised by such because never once had she mentioned it before. “last week.” she sounds guilty, the type of guilty you’d only show your friends if you forgot to mention that you got married.

little did she know, you also had your eyes on the raven-haired man for quite some time now too. “ooh girl i’m hurt,” you start with it off with faking a shot to the heart and she laughs. “should’ve told me earlier!’ you almost fall to the ground for the effects (and also because your knees feel weak in sorrow) but refrain from doing so. “sorry, sorry! come to my house this saturday, i’ll introduce you!” she says before quickly running off to wherever.

“sure.” you whisper. walking to the nearby bathroom feels more like you’re dragging yourself to it. you can’t bring yourself to muster up the tears to cry over heartbreak because she really didn’t know you also liked rin. but the way you couldn’t even cry because now you’d feel like the asshole? you hated her.

you dreaded going to her house that saturday.

sadly, time stops for no one and now you’re here sitting in your friend’s room with rin all alone because she needed to help her mom with dinner. it wasn’t a crime to yearn for someone you couldn’t have but being with the someone you couldn’t have? someone bring you to jail already.

it’s quite awkward in the room due to the silence and both of you choosing to not speak. but being a chatterbox such as yourself, you’d soon come to regret it. “so… whats up?” you ask with caution. “nothing much. i only agreed to come because my soccer training was canceled.” he answers. you nod at his words—he looks really peaceful right now.

his black hair draping down his face, striking eyes bringing emphasis to his bottom lashes… his nonchalant expression. it’s just too much for you.

across the room.

you’re across the room from him and you hate the distance. all you know is that they both like each-other—nothing more—no labels—no launches. would doing something now really hurt more than how you’re hurting right now?

it’s quick. you were quick on your feet to get over to him, you were quick to bend down to where he was resting his back on your friend’s bed, you were quick to close the space, you were quick to move away.

rin is bewildered by your actions with no words to say. “sorry!” you apologize as fast as you dash out of the room—leaving him sitting there to question his thoughts, bringing a finger up to his lips—did his mu’s bestfriend just steal his first kiss?

“where are you going?” your friend’s mom asks aloud when she sees you dashing to the front-door. “my mom called! emergency! say that i said sorry!” those were the words you spoke before booking it out the front door.

later, when your friend comes out of the bathroom to question her mom what the commotion was all about, she just says that you had an emergency—she frowns because she really wanted you to try her cooking. after dinner, she brings rin back up to her room. just like you did hours before, she advances her moves to hover her face right above his—to give him a kiss, just like you, albeit, it’s longer and more drawn-out unlike yours.

“you’re my first kiss.” he mutters out.

💿 OLIVER AIKU is now playing… why’d you only ever call me when you’re high? by artic monkeys

cw : SITUATIONSHIP (bleuhhh), somewhat suggestive..? (idk but be wary cause idk how to write him w/o making it smth like that), angst, aiku is an asshole (BRO everyone is an asshole here i’m crying), mention of drugs

“why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?”

your lame situationship loves calling you late at night after getting with another girl and now you’ve grown to hate when he calls you but you just can’t stop picking up his calls.

you’re jolted up awake once you hear that fuck-ass ringtone coming from behind your pillow. the screen is bright so you have to squint really hard to see what was going on, you’re on your way to decline the call when you see his name pop up but your hand slips (!) and you swipe the call. “oliver, it’s three in the morning.” you groggily complain only to be met with heavy breathing on the other end.

“oh don’t even. call me when you’re done.” you gasp, then end the call. you throw your phone to the end of your bed and slam yourself back down onto your mattress. does that man ever catch a break? why do you even like him. it’s not like you guys are really anything else so is it really worth it to hang on and only hope for something you know you won’t get in return?

you probably get a good two hour nap before you’re awoken by another phone call. “you done?” you ask, more awake now since it’s 5AM already. “hi. yeah.” his voice reverberates along his bathroom walls—he’s gross, isn’t he? “you’re gonna make me pick up another phone call just to say that?” you sound irritated, and you are because it’s such a hassle to keep up with him like this.

“dunno, just wanted to hear your voice.” he replies in a wobbly voice. is he high again? “…are you high?” you ask in concern as if this wasn’t his 54th time calling after smoking something. “maybe.” he says. “you’re hopeless. you should go to rehab, you know?” you snake your way into his mind but it’s stupid to think he can even comprehend what you’re telling him right now.

“nah, i got better things to do, ‘ya know?” he chuckles at your pitiful attempt to help him get better. he knows you know that he isn’t keen on doing such—not anymore, at least. he’s content with his life as it is. “can i…” you breathe, “can i ask you something?” you finish. “what’s up?” he’s being as attentive as he can be through this state, he trying his best.

you hate the way how out of it he sounds, yet he’s still trying to hear you out. “do you still want this?” it’s like you had something get lifted off your chest only for it to get dropped on your head instead. “want what?” great, he doesn’t understand your question. not wanting to give this opportunity up, you rephrase it. “i meant, do you still want me?”

the other line is silent for a while. “sure, i still want you.” he responds. “so stop calling me when you’re high or you’re with another girl.” you winced at your own words. he’s really taking advantage of the way you understand that you guys aren’t anything more than a “oh, it’s complicated” type of relationship and that you guys are technically still allowed to see other people—but he’s the only one actually using it.

“let me ask you this. do you still want us?”

you loathe him but you can’t help but reply with i do.

“so don’t complain about my calls.”

thank you for reading this far :)

[the-peak-legend-of-first-gen]

IDEAL TYPE

Characters: Gun Park, Goo Kim, James Lee

What I belive is, rather than brawn Gun will likely be more compatible with someone more on the brainy side.

Has affinity for more feminine yet strong type like Bulma from DBZ.

Strong doesn't necessarily have to be translated into physical strength: yes he will appreciate it but you two will mostly test it out for dominace and let's just say it won't take a very healthy turn in relationship.

Part of it is due to his Yakuza upbringing and the patriarchal environment he grew up in. In the initial phase he will only seek you out for pleasure but if you are of help in the grander scheme of things and show potential for what you are capable of. Absolutely sexy

Lets be honest he will be into looks. But not very high maintenance supermodel type just keep the basics intact and a well groomed and well kept person who knows their worth.

Confidence is actually the key to his heart. No he won't coddle you and give you lot of reassurance. He will be blunt and brutally honest. Understand it's from a good place and that's how he shows his care. So if you take his advice and improve on certain areas he will be really content.

And no don't listen to him always. Show him his loopholes, where he lacks what he can do to improvise.

Overall he likes a baddie who knows her worth and value and won't bend for anyone💕

This goofball like cute girls. Period🤪

Well well his first love is money, and he isn't afraid to admit that at all.

I feel he will be more into petite women. You know to show that he will protect you from this dangerous world blah blah..

Someone laid back and relaxed who knows when to be mature and when to turn into full on clowns. So that he can have best of both the worlds

Infinite patience. Not just because of his antics but because its very very very difficult for him to emotionally open up. Is quite guarding then he lets on and needs someone to break those walls.

Well once he is in love, pretty much everything you do is cute or adorable so looks aren't that much for him. And mostly likely to go for someone normal.

I don't mean to demean it's just that you don't need to have certain potential or bring something to table for him to love you ,I believe. If there is genuine connection, Goo is more than happy🥹😁💞

I'll do Teen James and Adult James differently😤

Okay teasing, push and pull , how far you can go without reacting to his charms

Someone firm in personality . Show him, his place. Mr James Lee you might be a national level all rounder but you ain't getting this heart so easily.

Let's be honest this all comes from his thrill and the rush he feels in winning and dominating. He wants to conquer and show. So ladies in case of Teen James "Play Hard to Get" will seriously do wonders for you🤣

Also someone who has their own passions and ambitions going on. The rare moments you two get to have with each other will seriously make him very happy

Dominate him. As in discussion and disagreement are always welcome and it's a huge plus point who can be on the same wavelength as him. But don't do it for the heck of it.

I don't know why but having soft , gentle hands will be his thing. This dude is into looks and want someone beautiful but not high in priority.

If you can make him forget all his worries and the two of you can, even for a moment live like normal teenagers for a bit you are golden.

And pls don't break his heart for just showing and parading him around like a trophy. He will know from the start. So someone who really looks for him for who he is and beyond the genius. Friends to lovers💙💜

Well let's be honest James in his adulthood is a manipulative ass. So someone smart and really intellectual who can see through all this facade.

See besides all the fluff and shimmery, let's face facts this guy uses people like tools and how they can benefit him, I'm pretty sure Kitae is also just another tool in his arsenal. You need to be equally talented as him and someone who can match his level. Not an extraordinary overachiever but have your things going on.

But as Tsumiki was described in JJK " As long as she has an unshakable moral compass which doesn't deflect easily there is nothing more I can ask for". This is what fits his ideal type best.

See if he is dating you he really trust you a lot and you mean a lot but again he will hide things from you. Not for lying and deceit but you don't have to worry your pretty little head about Gang and stuff. This might put a dent but if you understand he is doing it in good faith it might work for you. Otherwise arguments 😭😞

I feel like since he is more on the calm and composed side. Someone goofy will really help. Not a full blown clown but you know a bit of comedy here a few pranks there.

He is still a tease and he loves to see your reactions. So if you are really shy he will have a lot of fun pushing your limits

Well he likes refined, elegant women. Kpop has shown him all the shades so at this stage in his life not really into looks.

A genuinely nice and kind human being who won't bend to his ways all the time and he can really trust is what gets his heart.

[rageserenity]

It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.

For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!

With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)

The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.

Mutual Pining

Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.

2. Alternate Meetings

There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?

3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink

This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!

4. Canon Fix-It

All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.

5. Hurt/Comfort

Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️‍🩹

6. Canon Compliant

Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!

7. Beach Divorce

Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!

8. Domestics

Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.

9. Found Family

The real heart of x-men!

10. Time Travel

There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.

11. AU

Love a good AU!

12. There Is Only One Bed

Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?

13. Genosha

By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.

14. Declaration(s) of Love

Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?

15. Jealousy

Need I say more.

16. Reunion

These two have absolutely no chill.

17. Soulmates

Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.

18. The DOFP Aircraft

The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?

19. Gay Mutant Road Trip

You already know.

20. Body Swap

SO fun when people have superpowers.

21. First Kiss

When? How? Who initiated it?

22. The Mansion

Mansion!content is a genre of its own.

23. Conflicting Ideology

Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.

24. Sebastian Shaw

A trope unto himself.

25. Team As Matchmaker

They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?

26. Cooking

Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…

27. Hurt No Comfort

Plenty of scope with these two 🥲

28. Growing Old Together

Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!

29. Making Up

*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe

30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.

I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁

*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)

If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.

Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!

[myceliacrochet]

Reblog if answer tysm!!!!!!😁

Today's poll features @mohammednabilanqar's campaign!!!

I've been thinking recently that GoFundMe screenshots may be easier to read than Tumblr's fonts, at least for me? (Love feedback on that btw!!) So I'll lead you through his own words on his GoFundMe, and add my own summaries and contextualization🩷

So far from the goal🥺 His campaign is going slowly. The prewar pictures show a comfortable, normal life that was violently ripped from them. Let's help them build it back, they deserve it.

He's 35, like me. He has a wife named Aya and three kids ages 11, 7, and 3. Imagine caring for such young children without adequate shelter from the elements nor everyday supplies.

The genocide stole their shelter, source of income, even extremely basic supplies (food, clean water, hygiene items, medical supplies, blankets, all the things that make life bearable, especially for a family with small children).

They are staying in Gaza and rebuilding their home rather than evacuating. They need our help surviving and hopefully with enough support, thriving.

Ameer especially, the 3-year-old, needs food and care -- his little brain (and all the children's) is still developing!!!!! Let's give those kids hope in the midst of the worst of "man's inhumanity to man."

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[quesocheeso]

Just had a thought that's pretty angsty, maybe even a tad out of character lol but you can tell me if you choose to answer this, but I wonder if Macaque was the one to first notice that Xiaoxing couldn't use any magic, and I wonder if at first Macaque was worried that Wukong would suddenly thing less of their son and tried to hide it at first. Of course his worries aren't needed becasue the only thing Wukong feels now is worry for his son's safety since he 1- already got kidnapped as a baby once and 2- by association to both him and Macaque could be a target in the future. Cue a cute moment where Wukong is just like "Whatever, he can't use magic, but considering everything I'm just glad you're both alive."

Also completely unrelated thought (sorry I just love this au it gives me a lot of thoughts lol) but do you think that maybe shadowpeach suspected that Xiaoxing might be able to use magic in the future? Like I imagine the kid has some sort of magical aura or smth which would be a bit odd for him to have if there was no magic in him at all, so maybe the parents see that and wonder if there's something there that just hasn't shown itself Yet. But that's not the type of thing they can really do anything about so they just leave it and wait and see. And then they end up being proven right at The Angsitest Moment Possible :D

I like the way ya think anon😁 and definitely not out of character cause yeah Mac would definitely notice first and would try and hide it because of how turbulent shadopeaches' relationship is at the beginning of their co-parenting arc but you're right Wukong doesn't care because at the end of everything, power has been a source of a lot of disfortune in his life, and if he's own child doesn't have to deal with the intricasies of power levels and politics and just live a normal life the better.

If anything he begins to put countermeasures and become even more protective of Xiaoxing, he looks into whether the lack of magic would be harmful, even reaches out to Guanyin for help which she assures everything is okay, then he comes back to ffm relieved , and then at one point he sits down with Macaque and for the first time in centuries they have a proper heart to heart, they don't talk about their past just about Xiaoxing, and holding his hands Wukong promises that Xiaoxing not gaving magic doesn't chage anything and that he loves him the same and that he'll do anything to keep him safe as he grows up, which Macaque just short circuits because he's used to the Wukong who was power hungry, the Wukong who kept stricing for more magic, more immortalities, more power, and for this Wukong, the one sat in front of him holding his hands gently, to look him in the eye and tell him that power doesn't matter to him more than the safety of their child, that Xiaoxing could never gain magic and he would not love him less for that, just takes all the air out of his lungs.

And for the first time, Macaque actually sees that Wukong has changed.

As for whether they knew he had magic, I'm gonna say no, his power was pretty locked, he did have small traces of it growing up but the kid was basically a celestial primate, so he's already a magical being so people pretty much correlated both of those things instead of maybe him having some unlocked magic.

Why it was unlocked? I'm not sure yet, but if we go by what i wrote before than it was a survival mechanism that only allows him to access his magic when he thinks/is in grave trouble, so as a baby he just assumes he needs to ward off enemies as soon as he is born because of how stressed Macaque was through it all, but after being moved to ffm he basically lives a safe stress free life. So there's no need for all of his reserves of magic.

I parallel Xiaoxing to Gohan when they access their power, like only in moments of rage or danger they get a power boost that makes them the strongest person around.

Whether or not Xiaoxing is able to access that power after all the world ending events pass is still up in the air rn.

[emthimofnight]

are there any core personality traits that both normal stellar and villain stellar share?

Yes they do! 😁

At her core, Stellar is a curious, intelligent, and fun-loving person. Even Villain!Stellar inherited the playful gene from Sonic, despite the fact she hides it very well. I imagine without the watchful eye of her supervisors and the immense weight of all the expectations set upon her, she'd actually have a very quiet soft side.

I can see her seeing a kitten in real life for the first time and being totally enamored, crouching down to pet it with a small smile on her tired face. Maybe stopping to admire a blooming cherry tree, or taking a seat in an open, sunny field just to feel the wind in her quills.

Ingrained within her is the innate love of Earth, a feeling that was passed down from both of her parents. I think a lot of her life is spent locked up, so those brief moments she is allowed out on some top secret mission, she really memorizes every new thing she gets to see. After all, her room back at Cosmic Labs is sterile, sparsely decorated, and blindingly florescent.

She is also a very emotional person, but in this AU that aspect of her is greatly suppressed, meaning her outbursts of emotion are far more explosive than her hero counterpart. She bottles things up, quietly resents, and simmers in her rage.

I even think she has her sense of justice, still, albeit twisted. She is basically brainwashed, so she THINKS she's on the right side of the fence, even if she's not. It's also what makes her so passionate about her missions, she sees it as a way of proving her worth and securing validation. She has no parental figures besides the scientists that raised her, so her self-esteem is almost entirely hinged upon her identity as the Perfected Ultimate Lifeform, as that is what they expect her to be.

[yesmissnyx]

It’s such a classic but Edging. Can be any bondage position too if it influences your decision in any way. 😁🥴

My rating: 🥵🥵🥵🔥

And by classic, you mean what at least a solid 60% of my content is geared toward 😂

Anyone who is even a little bit familiar with my NSFW work knows that I am into orgasm control and edging, mostly because I'm so obviously horny for it and I just can't help but make everything about it.

Nobody gets to cum in a normal way when I'm on the clock 😤🙏

But seriously, despite it being pretty basic, having that kind of control over someone is THE best, THE hottest power trip. When they start begging and making eyes at you and you can TELL they want to cum very badly, but you also know they're a fucking slut for the denial?

Oof. Yes.

Bondage adds a fun twist to it, because while I love the mindfuck of making someone use their own willpower to obey and submit, I also love putting someone into a completely powerless situation. Letting them struggle and strain while you get them to the edge over and over?

Especially if it's a vulnerable position, like bent over something, arms tied behind their back, ass in the air...maybe with a spreader bar so they can't close their legs...toying with them from behind so they never know when the next edge is coming...

I could go on forever, but I'll stop here 😘

(Send me a kink or scenario and I'll rate it!)

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 4/? (read part 3 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. pure angst lmao, charles is an idiot with a capital I, swearing, basically everyone hates charles, the leclercs (minus charles) and joris being iconic + your unnamed bestie, i used pictures from france 2022 so sorry about that 🫠

pairings. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. alex is in one of the pictures as a face claim for a different character but absolutely no hate is intended to her at all !! sorry for the angst in this one 😭 but i promise it won’t stay like that for much longer! <33

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y/nsart experimenting with new textures and media! super happy with the outcome 🖤

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yourfriend incredible 😍

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username now i really want to know what charles did

username so i’m not the only one getting REALLY sad vibes off these paintings??

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arthur_leclerc amazing as always 🖤

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username WHAT

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f1wags Charles Leclerc arrived in the Monza paddock today with Italian model Bianca Santoro. Sources suggest they looked pretty cosy 👀

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username y/n’s rep era (painter edition) loading…

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y/nsart the heart was made to be broken

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username oh.

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leclerc_pascale ❤️

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➜ part 5

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Variants

Please read part one to understand part two! ⚡️🐺 if you choose to be lost that’s your business but I warned ya!

***I do not consent to anyone translating, copy and/or repost my work!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! MDNI

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Angst , Mentions of Death , Blood , Smut - Logan being an absolute MONSTER (this is very graphic) & Ororo being folded like a pretzel, lil bit of Voyuerism , Oral(Female Receiving) Face Sitting 😁, Scratching , Fingering/Masturbation , Minor Begging , Basically, Pray for her pussy. 😭

Pairings: Logan Howlett (Cavillrine) x Ororo Munroe also known as Storm

Description: Logan & Storm have a heart to heart. ⚡️

Word Count: 6.8K

Song: Earned it by The Weeknd

Side Note: Ororo's thoughts are in Italics Bold and OG Logan's voice is in orange italics.

Side Side Note: There are some elements taken from the X-Men movies but this is my own twist on it. I do not own the rights to those films or the characters. (Halle Berry is also not the Storm here)

Part two

Since Ororo’s arrival on Earth 199999, the weather has been less than satisfactory. The humans either blamed the wrath of Mother Earth or “Those Damned Mutants.” There was no in between but they were right about one thing.

The Storm goddess did have parts to play in why the weather was the way it was. Ever since she’d been here, her powers have been obstreperous; unpredictable and uncontrollable. It took her almost 20 years to get it right back home. And now here she was again starting from scratch. 

But the weather wasn’t the only thing that she had a hard time with. Nightmares haunted her at night; leaving her companion as exhausted as she was. She screamed, wept, and even had full conversations. 

On occasion, he’d get up from the large sectional that he slept on and drag himself to the bedroom. He wouldn’t dare wake her though, he’d just watch as she would cry and struggle to breathe. A part of him was afraid to wake her up while she was in such a state. He’d prefer to have his insides raw instead of scrambled like an egg.

As much as it pained him so, he’d watch her suffer until she quieted down. And by then, twilight had come and sleep was no longer an option.

Today was a regular day for both of them. Logan was tucked away in the garage working on something that’d aid his boredom. While Ororo was focusing on peeling the clouds out of her view. Her eyes white as snow and focus dead set within.

With her straining came the grunts and the gritting of her teeth. Blood began to drip from her nose and her headache returned. ‘Almost—‘ She huffed as her held up palms began to shake as if they were holding something heavy. And finally, the clouds disappeared from view.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, her eyes returned to normal and her arms dropped to her sides. They felt so heavy. And the headache remained. But on the bright side, she’d finally made progress and plucked a big rain cloud out of view of the blue sky.

‘Y’know, we could’ve used someone like you back in the day.’

Ororo whipped her head around but stumbled slightly when the dizziness came just as quick. ‘Mmm.’

‘Whoa, easy.’ Logan said as he reached out and grabbed her waist, helping her catch her balance once again. He took a good look at her, ‘You’re bleeding…’

She wiped her nose with her wrist and looked down at the bright crimson blood, ‘Oh… yeah. Looks like I am.’ She uttered softly.

‘You don’t seem surprised. Lemme go get you something to clean that up with.’

Letting out a gentle sigh, she leaned against the wooden railing for support when he let her go. Her mind felt like mush and she felt like she had a cinder block placed atop her head. And those moments of him leaving her side had felt like an eternity.

His heavy footsteps brought her out of her thoughts and she was able to pull herself upright to face him. In one hand he had two cream colored, large pills and in the other was a glass of water with a white wet cloth thrown over his wrist.

‘Jeez! What the hell are those?!’ Her eyes grew at the sight of the drugs.

Logan smirked, finding humor at her reaction, ‘its acetylsalicylic acid.’

Ororo’s brows tugged into one as she took the glass of water into her palm, ‘Aspirin.’

Giving her a nod, he outstretched his hand for her to take them.

‘Fuck, they feed these to horses?’ She pinched them up into her fingers before dropping them into her mouth and taking a big gulp of her water. She swallowed in hopes of swallowing both of them, but only swallowed one. ‘Ugh! They’re so hard to swallow!’

Logan laughed, ‘Only cause you’re thinking too hard! Drink some more water.’ 

She knocked back another gulp of water and swallowed hard. With her hand on her chest, Ororo whimpered and glanced up at him, ‘That went down hard. That’s super gross too.’ She took the cloth and wiped her nose free of the smeared blood.

‘Well it’s medicine, Ororo it’s not supposed to be tasty.’ He chuckled deeply once more as he rested his weight on his arms, leaning against the wooden rail.

‘It—‘ she paused for a second and did the same. She glared at him in a knowing glare. He’d been calling her Storm for weeks on end. But he said it right as if it came naturally.

‘You said my name right.’

Logan looked over at her, ‘I’ve been practicing. Besides, you call me James and I think it’s only fair that I address you by your name.’

Aw, she couldn’t help but feel a twist in her chest when he said it. It sounded just how James would say it. Effortless and again, natural. Easy. A smile curled on her lips, ‘Well, that’s thoughtful. Thank you.’ 

‘Mmm.’ He hummed softly before peeling his eyes away from hers to look up at the sky. ‘Seems like you’ve made some progress huh? It feels good to see some sunshine.’

She brought the glass up to her lips once again to take a sip then placed it down next to her. ‘I guess the world has me to blame for that.’ She grumbled with a gentle pout.

‘I don’t. I think the gift that you have is extraordinary.’ He smiled at her softly, ‘If you don’t feel like carrying the burden of how the world thinks of you, we can always switch?’

Ororo laughed and shook her head, ‘I don’t think I’d manage well with being one of the heaviest mutants on Earth. I’m already clumsy as is. Me falling will send me to hell I’m sure.’ The both of them laughed once more before they grew quiet again. ‘Thanks.’ 

Since she’s been conscious, Logan has been making it his responsibility to make her feel as comfortable as possible. It was the right thing to do. She came from an entirely different world and landed dead center in another one. He couldn’t imagine going through something like that alone, so he’d figured that she didn’t have to.

‘I want you to meet some friends of mine.’

Raising a brow, Ororo laced her fingers together. ‘Friends? You mean—‘

‘Yes, them. I don’t know what happened to the Xavier on your world but, there’s one here… and he can help you with controlling your abilities.’

A soft smile curled on her lips. It was a thoughtful gesture. She couldn’t really say that she was surprised. Beneath that hard exterior, her James was just as kind. ‘My X—…’ she sighed softly as the memories played back in her head. 

It was a death she could never really heal from. He was like a father to all of them. And she would’ve never thought she would’ve been the one to do it.

‘Professor Xavier died long before…’ she bit into her bottom lip and glanced away.

‘Before?’ Logan pressed as he placed his large hand at the center of her back.

His touch had seemed to bring her back to reality. She blinked away the tears and cleared her throat when she felt herself choking. She knew that she was gonna have to talk about it eventually. She couldn’t be reticent about her past forever. 

Soft thunder grumbled in the distance causing Logan to look up at the sky. Once again, the sun vanished and light gray clouds took its place. 

‘Here, let’s go inside. I heard ladies like tea. I think I have chamomile.’ He held his hand out for her to grab.

A feeble smile curled up on Ororo’s features. This look had come quite familiar to him. He witnessed it everyday. But perhaps today, he would try playing a part where he can bring joy behind her smile, instead of sadness and dismay.

Instead of taking his hand, she gave him a nod and walked towards the patio doors and pulled it open. 

Logan watched her walk into the house before scooping up the glass that she left behind and followed suit. He closed the slide door behind him before placing the cup into the sink. Then, he filled up the tea kettle and placed it on the burner. 

Ororo plopped down on his recliner and pulled her feet beneath her as her grief became her ailment once again. Her brown eyes were sad and she sported this foreboding frown. 

She sat there, her mind thinking about the day that Charles died. Things weren’t supposed to go down that way. Jean was supposed to willingly come home with them. She was supposed to get help. But Magneto was there. And he brought back up with him.

‘Here.’ Logan deep voice uttered as he held the mug out towards her. 

Ororo looked up at him before taking the warm mug into her hands. She gave him a hesitant smile before turning her attention away once again. 

He walked to the sectional that sat across from her. ‘I see you’re comfortable?’ 

She was dumping her tea bag into the water so the herbs could soak better. ‘Hmm?’ 

‘The recliner. You like it?’

Ororo gave him another fake smile, ‘Yes, it sits well.’ Her bleakness was quite telling. He knew that when she became cold and short, that she was more than likely fighting her inner demons. Those demons being the torturous memories of her past life. The good and the bad.

Logan sat there quietly, his elbows resting on his knees, slouching over with his silver dog tags hanging as he tried to figure out what to say to her. One would think after losing so many people, he would know what to say to her. But it was different when one of the people that she’d lost was actually him in another timeline.

‘You don’t have to say anything…’ she said softly as she toyed with her tea bag, swirling it around in the now flavorful hot water. 

‘Huh?’

Ororo’s eyes flickered up from the substance in the mug to his face, ‘You don’t have to say… anything.’ She paused, ‘I’ve been here for almost two months and you deserve to know more of the truth.’

He sat up straight, looking up at the ceiling when the storm caused the lights to flicker on and off. He then glanced down at her, ‘Uh— you sure you wanna talk about this? The um—‘

‘It’s fine.’ Rain began to beat down on the roof of the cabin and its windows. It would’ve made the perfect lullaby, but they wouldn’t be doing much sleeping tonight.

‘Jean Grey… killed Charles Xavier where I’m from. And she’s also dead… because James killed her.’

Logan’s face hardened at the news. He was taken aback from it. The people that were alive and well on this Earth, were dead and gone on hers. ‘Wh-How did she do it? Was he not-‘

‘No. Previously before Jean’s death, she died before that… or so we thought. Drowned at the bottom of a lake to save us. She killed Scott—‘

‘Cyclops?!’ He sounded a little less surprised this time.

‘Yes… her lover.’

‘Pfft, well. That would make sense he’s a dick.’ He uttered before taking a sip of his tea and placing it on a coaster. 

Just as she thought he’d say. That alone caused a tiny smile to quirk up on her lips for a short moment before she nodded, ‘Anyway, she was brought back to the school so she could be nursed back to health. But when she came back she… she didn’t come back whole. Someone— something else resided within her. She was cold, evil, impulsive— just out of control.’ 

Logan was listening intently.

‘Magneto—‘

‘Tuh—‘ Logan clicked his tongue as he sat back against the sofa, ‘He a problem in every damn universe?! Jesus Christ!’ 

As much as she wanted to laugh, Ororo kept herself under control. This was a serious conversation and it was a very important moment for her. ‘Unfortunately so. Magneto got ahold of Jean. Thinking that he could manipulate her into standing side by side with aiding the civil war against the humans for the cure.’ 

‘The cure? You mean like…?’

‘Yes, exactly what you’re thinking.’ 

Logan never understood the thought process behind “curing” mutants. But he felt that mutants had the right to protect themselves from those who wished to do them harm. 

But the code of honor of the X-Men went against that principle because then, they appear to be what the humans paint them out to be. The fine line between them had often crossed when he was involved. 

‘But even she was too powerful for him. We went to Jean’s childhood home in hopes of bringing her back to New York. But we were already too late. Magneto was there and things got out of hand.’ Her heart ached as she remembered just seeing his suit laying there before her and James. ‘Magneto’s men kept us busy and by the time James  got to them… Charles was… dead.’ Tears filled her eyes but she quickly wiped them away with her thumb.

‘Wh-‘ he began, ‘Ororo, I’m sorry to hear that. That must’ve been… that must’ve been very hard for the team. I couldn’t imagine losing him like that. And Jean… man. That was deep.’ He let out a shuddered breath.

‘Yeah…’ she trailed off before looking down at her tea again. ‘Then uh— a few years later, the sentinels took over and well— that’s how I got here.’

‘Sentinels? I’ve heard you mumble their name in your sleep.’ Logan paused and narrowed his eyes, ‘What were they?’

Looking back up at Logan, she instantly was reminded of their appearance when she heard their name. They were what fueled her nightmares. They held nothing behind their eyes. No compassion, no feelings not once or ever. They were created out of hate and were programmed to do a job that the humans had been trying to do for centuries.

Swallowing her spit she started, ‘In 1973, Mystique murdered Senator Robert Kelly.’

‘Good!’ Logan said cheerily, ‘He’s also a Grade A dick.’

‘No, not good. He was proposing a bill… a bill that the government would create an army of robots to eliminate the race of mutants. The United States was kind of hesitant at first and considered it such an inhumane situation. But all he had to do was die. So, after his death they hunted her down but not because she was a fugitive but because she possessed something that could aid the cause.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘Her ability to take the appearance of anyone and even possessing their abilities.’

‘When they caught her… they killed her. They took her DNA and remodeled it around the idea of “Mutants are dangerous and shall be put down, no ifs ands or butts about it.”. And so, the Sentinels reigned. They began with the lookers… anyone that didn’t fit the human appearance. But that didn’t matter anyway, because they even put humans on their hunting list.’

‘Jesus Christ.’ He murmured as he ran his hands over his face. 

‘He wasn’t there… all hope for that was gone. We had an idea to go back in time to right the wrongs. But they found us out and killed everyone except me and James. We got away but then they found us again by detecting our abilities. Strange created this portal but no one knew where it led to. But they were already waiting for us there. Those damn things… always one step ahead.’ She scoffed and shook her head. 

Go!!! I’ll hold them off!

No, no, no, no! I’m not leaving you, James!

You have to, Storm. If you don’t then who will continue our legacy?! You have to go!

His words stung just as they did then. She didn’t want to leave him behind. The intention was for both of them to go. But James made for a hell of a distraction. Tears fell down her face and she sniffed.

Logan automatically put two and two together. Because if James wasn’t here but she was… the unthinkable happened.

‘He sacrificed himself to save you.’ 

She wiped her tears and nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Fuck. Jesus — Storm, Ororo. I’m sorry. That’s… that’s rough.’ He sighed as he tore his eyes away from her. After absorbing all of that information, anyone would think she was losing her mind or perhaps it may have been a figment of her imagination. But her behavior. The nightmares, her grief. 

Even he felt the pain from all of her loss. No one could fake something like that.

‘I don’t — I don’t even know what to say other than… you are probably the strongest person I’ve ever met.’ 

Ororo scoffed and wiped her nose, ‘Thank you, Logan. I just thought I’d never be without him… y’know?’ 

Logan cleared his throat and nodded, ‘Well uh…You’re not exactly without him. He’s with you in spirit.’ 

A smile curled up on her face softly and as she nodded in agreement, ‘Yes, yes I suppose he is.’

***

Their conversations about their contributions to society had been drawn into the night. They laughed and talked about what the craziest things they’ve done to save people and the craziest things they’ve seen in general. 

‘Well, I’m gonna shower. I’ll be out for dinner in a little while.’ Ororo gave him a smile; now cheered up after the much needed talk. She placed her empty mug down on the coaster and pulled herself up from the comfortable chair and started down the hall. Then she stopped in her tracks and turned back around to face him. ‘Oh, Logan—‘ 

He’d picked up their mugs by their handles and stood up before turning around to face her. ‘Yeah?’

‘Thank you… for everything.’ The rain had come to a light drizzle and the thunder ceased to exist. A big pretty grin curled up on her lips before she spun around and walked towards the bathroom. 

As he watched her walk away, he let out a gentle sigh as he felt his heart palpitate in his chest. The uneasy feeling caused him to clear his throat. 

She stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She felt like there was a time for a change. Time for her to start the process of moving on and healing the way she wanted. 

Memories of James running his fingers through her locks and how he’d learned how to braid her hair so it would stay out of her way when they’d fight. How he used to tug it when…

Opening the medical cabinet, she rummaged in there until she found a pair of surgical scissors. Bringing the legs into her fist, she contemplated what she was about to do. Doing this, would be the start of cutting the old James out of her life… and letting the new one in. 

Taking the scissors to the spots where the dreads began, Ororo began to snip them off until she was left with nothing but a small pixie Afro. She felt lighter physically and metaphorically. She'd miss all of her hair. It was down her back and it became a part of her identity. But it was time that she made a new one for herself.

Scooping up all of the hair, she placed them in the bathroom’s waste bucket. 

Ororo couldn’t believe what she’d done. Taking scissors to her hair like that; hair that was way past her rump and took her 15 years to grow.

But she wanted to start anew. There was no escaping her new life and it was time she stopped running from it and heal the right away. And to do that, she had to let him in.

Her brushed out hair. It was cute and brought out the roundness in her face. It also made her appear youthful. 

She turned on the hot and cold knob before stepping into the spacious walk in shower. She reached over and grabbed her body wash, lathered it up in an African bathing net and began to scrub herself as if she were cleansing herself of her past instead.

Mmm, you smell so good.

Tell me how you want it baby.

That’s it, my little storm cloud.

Ororo shut her eyes, ‘Mmph!’ She hummed as she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her lower belly. She let out a gentle whimper as titillating memories clouded her mind.

Her heartbeat began to pick up when his voice flooded her ears. This was James' favorite place. It’s where he would wash off the labors and hardships of the day or in some cases, weeks. And it was also James’ favorite place to fuck. She could practically feel the ghost of his hands all over her body. Gentle sighs and suppressed moans rumbled in her chest as her hands followed while the water rinsed away her suds.

Meanwhile down the hall in the living room…

Logan was sitting on his leather recliner where she’d left him after their emotional conversation. His reading glasses rested at the tip of his nose as he read some of his mail. ‘Yadda, yadda—‘ Then he paused. A particular scent filled the air. Taking over his senses that instantly caused goosebumps to trickle over his skin.

Then, the whimpering and whining followed. 

With his own heart ramming out of control, he took off his glasses and let out a deep, shaky breath. He could feel his animalistic urges creeping up on him. And the more he tried to conceal them, the more carnal they became. His body began to heat up and his cheeks became flush. 

‘OK—‘ Logan grumbled as he ran his fingers through his curly locks. ‘Just be… cool. You’ve been around plenty of women.’ Well, she happened to be the first woman he’s been attracted to in a while. 

‘I want you so bad right now!’ She whispered.

He snapped his head towards the door down the hall. An unwarranted growl vibrated in his chest as he slowly began to give into his lascivious urges.

‘God, please don’t make me do this.’ He uttered to himself as he brought his hair into both of his fists and tugged at it; walking into the opposite direction to walk out the front door. 

But as soon as she called his name…

‘Mmm, James!’

That was the green light for him. ‘Goddammit.’ He hissed as he quickly tore off the wife beater, then his belt and jeans. Socks and his briefs were gone by the time he’d even made it to the bathroom door. 

Not even bothering to knock, he gently pushed the door open to see her brown silhouette through the patterned shower glass door. Glancing to the right was her long white dreadlocks sitting in the trash can. He’d be sure to ask why she got rid of them later. But right now, he had more pressing matters that he must attend to.

Ororo was in a deep trance as her own hands made love to her body as if they were James’ instead. A mewl left her lips as she unknowingly turned to face him in the shower; putting on a show for him.

Inhaling deeply at the sight of her gorgeous body he could feel the familiar numbness creeping up his spine. He watched as the water trickled down the peaks and valleys of her body. Oh how he’d wished he were in its place instead. To be able to touch her like that. 

He also took note of the battle scars she possessed and the others that came naturally; her stretch marks on her hips and waist, thighs, her belly and breasts. God she was perfect. Logan swallowed before he slammed the shower door hard enough to grasp her attention.

Her eyes slowly opened as a harsh gasp escaped her chest. She quickly covered her pretty brown tits with her arm and hid her crotch with her free hand and thigh. ‘Logan! What are you doing?!’

‘You called, I came.’ He said as he took a step forward.

She took a step back, ‘I—I did not! I—I said…’ Ororo looked up into his dilated, hooded eyes. The same eyes James used to give her when it was time for him to breed her.

‘Hmm?’ He hummed as he took another step forward.

‘I said… I said James! I wasn’t—‘

‘You weren’t talking about me? Yet, I’m the only James here… and we—‘ he walked forward through the water as her back was finally pressed firmly against the cool tile. ‘We are practically the same… right?’

Practically would be an understatement. From the way they wore their hair and clothes to how he spoke. The only thing that set them apart were their eyes. And she could admit, his eyes were quite unique. Blue like the sky with just a touch of brown as if God spilled a little bit of honey into them.

‘I—I—‘ Ororo was stuck in his gaze. She felt as if she were to take her eyes off of him, she’d die. His eyes were her lifeline in this moment.

Logan brought his hand up and rested it against the wall to trap her there. ‘You’re gonna allow me to do what he can’t?’

Ororo let out a gentle shudder as she slowly dropped her hands to reveal her body to him once again, inviting him in. 

He scooped her up in his arms, earning a surprised gasp from her lips and a gentle giggle followed. ‘Fuck, you smell so good.’

She wrapped her legs around his waist, ‘So that’s how you found me out… you smelled me.’ Ororo teased.

‘I did.’ Logan smirked, ‘That’s what animals do right?’

The woman had no idea what had come over her in those next few moments, but the longer he held her in his arms like this, the more aroused she became. Leaning in, she parted her lips before slipping her tongue into his mouth. He welcomed her lips into his as their tongues instantly massaged at one another.

Had it not been for Logan holding her up in her arms, Ororo was sure that she would’ve crumbled to her knees. But it was delicate and languid as if they were exploring and learning about one another. The kiss felt familiar but so different at the same time. She ran her fingers through his wet curls as a moan rumbled in her chest. 

Logan broke the kiss and looked up at her with lust induced eyes as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘I love your hair like this.’

‘Yeah?’ Ororo purred.

‘Oh yeah.’ He chuckled before meeting one another’s lips in a much more greedier, confident manner. As they devoured one another, Logan reached beneath her and began to rub at her cunt.

She gasped sharply as she ripped her lips away from his. 

‘Tell me how you want it baby.’ He uttered as he gently worked his fingers against her pussy.

Just like James.

Licking her smile, she demanded, ‘Why don't you do a taste test hmm? See if I taste as good as I smell?’

Logan grinned and placed her down on her feet, ‘I like the sound of that.’ He snatched her lips up into hers one more time before he took her hand and spun her around gently. Lightning bolts for stretch marks danced around the curvature of her juicy ass. And just like that, the growling returned.

Huffing like a hound, Logan got on his knees and assumed the position for her to mount his face. 

Being that he was still tall even on his knees, he had to help her onto his face. His mouth opened, tongue out and flat for the proper seat while his nose nestled right against her asshole.

Ororo’s head fell back as her eyes fluttered closed as a naughty little moan slipped from the home of her lips. Steadying herself, she placed her hand on his stronger shoulder as one arm held her upright. 

With her free hand, she reached behind him and ran her fingers through his semi-wet dark hair. Her toes curled as Logan began to lap and drag his thick tongue from her clit all the way to her ass.

‘Ooh fuck.’ She shuddered out as she reached up to cup her breast in her hand. 

He had a tight lock on her thighs as he let her take the reins with her hips so she could control how much pleasure she wanted to feel. But that all changed when he decided to take the control back and lick, suck and kiss on her pussy as if it were her pretty mouth instead. ‘Mmm!’ He groaned, damn she did taste even better than she smelled. 

It was like a big grizzly bear finally finding the jackpot of rich honey. And he couldn’t get enough!

‘Logan, oh—‘ she hissed as she felt the tingling sensation in her clit as he began to suck and flick his tongue over the sensitive numb. ‘Aaaw!’ Ororo tried to move but he had her locked in so tight, she couldn’t even move if she wanted. So he kept devouring her until she finally erupted in his mouth. 

They haven’t even gotten to the penetration part of the session and she was already aspirated; out of breath and shaking from the very first orgasm that she had in what felt like forever. 

Placing kisses on her inner thigh as they shook, Logan unleashed her from his deathly hold and helped her unmount from his face as if it were a saddle. 

Ororo held onto his shoulder as he rose to his feet. Her knees were wobbly and she was smacking her lips together. ‘I’ve — I’ve got cottonmouth.’ She pouted up at him.

Logan towered over her as he wiped her juices off of his lips with his thumb and sucked it off. ‘You won’t have it for long.’

The shower was turned off and he had her legs wrapped around his waist again. Their tongues and mouths molted together as they indulged each other sloppily. Not being able to make it to the room, Logan carried her off to the sofa. Cool shower water dripped from their bodies and he laid her down on the couch.

When he ripped his lips away, Ororo was finally able to take in some air. She brought her trembling swollen lips between her teeth as she finally took in his body. Her desperate hands slid from his shoulders to his wet hairy chest where his dog tags rested against him. She drug her fingernails down his pecs to his abdomen. Spreading her thighs nice and wide, Logan placed one of her legs atop the cushions of the sofa. 

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Watching as her huge tits rose and fell with each anxious breath. If she hadn’t been touching him, she’d think this was all a figment of her imagination. She just couldn’t get enough of his godliness. How the droplets of water only defined his body. 

Suddenly, Logan sank his middle finger and ring finger inside of her; palm side up.

Her eyes fluttered close, whining as her head fell back against the arm of the sofa. ‘Mmm fu—oh!’ Massaging and kneading her walls from the inside out, Logan pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it in circles to add to the pressure. Low animalistic growls echoed in his chest and his black pupils were the size of marbles.

This was no longer the Logan that she felt comfortable with but an animal with one purpose. To mate and breed.

‘S-shit—‘ Ororo stuttered as she looked between her thighs to watch him finger fuck her g-spot. ‘Ooooh Logan! I’m gonna cum!’ She wailed; her legs twitched and spasmed as he stroked her sweet spot. Her eyes fluttered up to look at him as her body began to tense against her will. ‘Oh—GOD!’ Heaving fast as her eyes dropped down to the massive member that stood high in attention; leaking with his own pre-cum. The way it throbbed and jumped as Logan edged her on further. 

A filthy, guttural cry escaped from her lips; her hips rose as he continued to rub it out of her. ‘Fuuuuck!’ She crooned. Dropping her hips back down onto the sofa; breathless as all get out. Ororo watched as he gently tugged his thick fingers out of her. Covered in her sweet stickiness, he wielded no hesitation as he sucked his fingers clean. 

Was she in disbelief? Yes. But surprised? Not really. 

Were they this disgusting in every universe? 

Snarling at her tart taste, he snatched her waist and pulled her closer. Taking a hold of his long, girthy cock, he slapped the erected muscle against her clit. A gentle groan left his lips as he rubbed himself against her clit. God, he was losing it. 

‘Logan.’ Ororo whined out.

His head snapped up as his ears perked up at the sound of his name. Like an excited puppy. So exhilarated, that if he had a tail it would wag violently. But he didn’t let his excitement get in the way of the true task at hand.

‘Beg.’ He demanded.

Ororo let out a shuddered sigh as she watched him grab one of her ankles in his large hand. ‘Pl-please?’ Her lips pouted just a little and she never took her gaze off of his.

Logan growled lowly in approval, ‘Good.’ Adjusting his hips, he placed his hand behind her thigh, right above the back of her knee. He kept her legs spread as he pressed his fat mushroom tip against her slit. Her needy pussy pulled him in a warm embrace, earning a loud grunt from him. 

She hiccuped as she inhaled too much air as she felt the pressure and pleasure merge into one. ‘Mmmmph!’ Her thighs began to tremble the deeper and deeper he descended. ‘Ugh!’ 

He gritted his teeth together as his eyes fluttered shut. He wiggled his hips a little as he made room for himself inside of her. ‘Grrr—od—‘ he let groaned eagerly as he finally bottomed out within her. ‘—Dammit!’ 

Goosebumps covered their bodies as if they were connected to one another. He leaned down and pressed another sloppy kiss on her lips. As their lips collided, he stalled his hips as her comfortable walls held him tightly. 

Breaking the kiss, Logan looked down into her eyes as he pulled his hips back and rolled them into her. A strangled moan left her lips as she looked up into his animalistic crazed eyes. His dog tags dangled and rocked above her as he began to slowly pick up the pace of his hips. 

‘Ooh, Logan. Shit yes!’ The heaviness of his hips ramming into her was so familiar. It left her in a reminiscence of how James used to train her to take him the way she was supposed to. 

You have to get used to me lightning bolt. Fuck.

And so she did! Who knew that he was prepping her for this moment? 

Logan pumped his hips in and out of her like an animal in heat. Husky grunts and groans fell from his lips as his large hands held the back of her thighs. He was so deep inside of her this way. 

‘Mmm, so fucking wet for me. Shit!’ He sputtered as he dropped his dick into her deeper again while his hairy balls smacked against her puckered asshole.

A high pitched shriek left her lips in surprise when he began to beat at her cervix. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she rested her hands atop his for leverage and squeezed tightly. Sweet aspirated grunts and mewls graced her lips as she bit into her bottom lip. She was holding back screams and sobs.

And when Logan noticed that, he brought his hips to a sudden stop. He leaned in close to her, his nose touching hers; eyeing her carnally. ‘You can scream… it’s not like anyone will hear you.’ Now he was determined to snatch her voice by the end of the night. 

Ororo didn’t know if she was turned on or scared. Perhaps she was both but he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, she was reassured that he would take good care of her. 

Logan began to pick up the pace again, earning a string of filthy curse words from his Goddess lover. His body pounded into hers as he panted harshly; mirroring the sound of the thunder claps outside. Lightning struck very close to the cabin as he fucked her so stupid, she couldn’t even form words. 

‘Fu—huck, ye— eah! Mmm, uh!’ She looked down between them, watching as his dick delved balls deep into her over and over again. Her chest heaved as her hooded eyes peered back up at him. ‘My Gods, Yes! James!’ Ororo tightened her hold on his hands as he began to fuck harder, faster. 

A loud and rough groan left Logan’s lips before he nestled his furry face into her neck where he placed gentle kisses. ‘Fuuuuck—‘ he grumbled as he retreated his hips and pulled his cock all the way out. 

Huffing heavily, he found himself dripping with precum again. ‘Jesus fucking— look at what you’re doing to me.’ He laughed mirthlessly. He sounded so esurient though; hungry and desperate for her. Logan was losing his mind. 

A tiny giggle left her lips before he slipped his sticky dick right back inside of her. Her back arched as he made home within her again. Her whining came shortly afterwards. ‘Fuck. Me. Logan! Yes! James! Yes!’ Part of her felt like she was fucking the old James. But something about how inhuman this one fucked her was brand new. He was relentless! Diligent and persistent in how he pleased her. 

James used to give her a moment to catch her breath but this one wasn’t so kind. 

He was desperate to please her and that's all he gave a damn about. 

Mine, mine, mine. 

‘Mine, mine, mine!’ He growled hungrily.

Just like him. 

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as their bodies began to heat up with their salacious work out. She brought her face into her hands, digging her nails into his cheeks as he began to steal her breath away. Her mouth fell as her womb began to twist. Her walls began to tremble and her spine grew numb. A silent moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Logan hissed as she began to draw blood when she clawed at his cheeks; healing just as fast as the wounds opened. But he never turned his attention from her. It only fueled that beastly desire more! ‘Yeah, that’s it baby! Cum on that dick!’ He gritted through his teeth; his warm flesh covered in a thin sheet of sweat and the veins in his neck popped into view. ‘C’mon!’ 

A tear fell down the side of her face as he stole another orgasm from her. ‘OH FUCK!’ She’d finally released a loud sob from her chest as he rutted into her as if it were his last time. 

The pair fucked as if they were trying to build a family. Nasty, naughty sex filled their evening which landed them on the floor, and the bedroom. Ororo left Logan empty with nothing else to give. Logan beat down Ororo’s walls til her orgasms had become painful. They’ve done everything from Doggy style (Logan’s favorite) to Cowgirl. They were spent.

Laying in the king size bed, tucked beneath the warmth of the comforters, Logan had his heavy arm draped around her holding her close. Ororo smiled softly as her head rested against his hairy chest. She gently picked up his silver dog tags and ran her thumb over the numbers. All of the numbers but the last two were completely different from James. 

‘You’re still thinking about him?’

‘Who?’

Turning his head to look at her, he raised a brow with a small smirk curled on his lips.

Letting out a gentle sigh, ‘I’m only thinking about you.’ Part of that was true. She was thinking about him and how mind blowing their sex was. But she was also thinking about him. Not in the way one would think. 

Ororo was coming to terms that this was going to be her new life now. Everyone she’s ever known in her previous life or… timeline was gone. There was nothing left for her on that Earth anymore but here, she could make something of herself. She could get her power back under control. She could heal and live a happy life. By his side. 

Looking up at him, her small smile had turned into a grin. And when he’d return that grin, she giggled happily. Logan ran his thick fingers through her short white coils. ‘I really do like your hair like this, thundercloud.’ 

Her dimples deepened in her cheeks at the nickname. ‘Good, then I shall keep it that way.’ 

Stay there.

Honorable Tags: @milknhonies @capswife @augustsprincess @peternoonewantsthat @raccoon-eyed-rebel @multi-culti-girl @multiversxwhore

[crisiscutie]

Ayo, how u doing 💜 I love the way you write NSFW and have an interesting idea for ya. We're all familiar with a Darling who's perpetually weaker than Sephiroth, which results in her being tossed around like a ragdoll, so what if we had a Darling who's actually stronger and more dominant than Sephiroth himself?

Basically, what I want to request is Yandere Sephiroth (from whatever timeline, or AU it's your choice) x a powerful Darling NSFW fic, preferably with pegging cuz I'm a fan of that 😁😁😁

Take your time! I know the pain of writer's block and the stress of hurrying to finish requests; no pressure! Have a MOTIVATED day! 💜💜💜

Thank you for the ask and the kind words!

Pairing: C.C. Sephiroth/EVA (Goddess Darling)

Content Warning: NSFW, Mommy Kink, Futanari, Edging.

"M-mother," Sephiroth gasped, his hands trembling as he fought to keep himself upright.

Your bumpy, alien cock (thanks to your mimicry abilities from your J Cells) pounded away at his prostate. You couldn't see it, but his toned stomach was bulging from the sheer size of your cock.

His endurance is admirable, but he is determined to impress you even more and make further progress each time you wanted to fuck him.

After all, it was only fitting that his goddess-queen deserved a husband who was truly immaculate. A husband who could effortlessly fulfill all of her needs and whims, no matter the time or circumstance.

He won't tolerate his inferior brothers being better at pleasing you than him.

"You're getting closer to beating the record," you said coolly, while idly tracing a finger down his muscular back.

Cruel as it was, why not up the ante? Your shapely fingers glided to his throbbing, angry cock.

With one touch, it jerked, and the few veins pulsed. You conjured a few pink tentacles to start massaging his balls as well.

As you pressed your pillowy tits against his back, you gently laid your head on his shoulder. A whisper escaped your lips. "Such a sweet boy... I couldn't ask for anyone more dedicated than you."

His teeth clenched, and a suppressed growl emerged, leaving you uncertain if it was from your cruel tease or his struggle for control himself.

Despite your attempts to stifle your moans, his tight asshole is giving your cock an incredible massage of its own.

You playfully teased the tip of his cock, lightly prodding the small hole that was leaking pre-cum.

"Maybe I'll allow you to breed me one day..." you murmured. He responded with a loud gasp, his pupils dilating and his body thrusting forth as if your plump cunt was right underneath him.

Though your expression was blank, it became more and more difficult for you to keep the act up.

"Does the sight of my stomach, swollen with your seed, interest you that much?"

Right then and there, his sticky load burst out of his cock, coating your hand and everything beneath him.

Shortly after him, you came inside him, your body going limp on his back.

Your alien cock retracted from him, turning back into a normal clit.

You buried your face in his silver mane, gasping and quivering.

"Well done, my sweet boy..."

EVA is the darling from the Dissidia AU, so there's some multiversal madness going on here xD

I enjoyed writing this so much I might just do a mini series of the sub Yanderes Sepiroths pleasing this goddess darling~

[awkward-walking-potato]

Yayy!! Requests!! Okay I don’t know if you’ve seen Stranger Things or not, so I’ll just rapid explain what I’m thinking of.

Deadpool x reader where it’s enemies to lovers. They are in the car (I see Wade being a passenger princess, so I like to imagine the reader is the one driving… your choice obvi), and they are in a full-fledged argument. Just completely bashing one another, insane insults… stuff like that. And then, Logan in the back seat is slowly losing his mind over the idiocy of these two (I like to imagine Peter sitting next to him too like in his own little world, drinking a juice box or something) before he just snaps and basically tells them what that bartender said when Wade went to recruit him earlier.

Hopefully this sparks some inspo 😁✨ if not that’s totally okay!!

(If you haven’t seen the show or the scene I’m talking about… I do highly recommend at least watching the clip. It’s actually very entertaining)

Insults on Wheels

The roar of the engine was loud enough to wake the dead, but it was nothing compared to the verbal onslaught happening in the front seat.

“You seriously think you’re the brains of this operation?” you snapped, eyes flicking between the road and the insufferable man beside you. “Your idea of strategy is just shooting everyone and hoping one of them was the bad guy!”

“Oh please,” Wade shot back, adjusting his seat like the passenger princess he was. “At least I do something! What’s your grand plan? Give the bad guys a stern talking-to? Maybe knit them a cozy sweater to show you mean business?”

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to swerve into oncoming traffic. “You know what, Wade? Maybe if you spent half as much time actually fighting as you do running your mouth, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Right, because your brilliant move of not hitting the gas when we had the chance really paid off, huh?” Wade said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Next time, how about you just let me drive? You can stick to doing what you do best—nothing.”

“Oh, you think you could drive this car better?” you scoffed. “Last time you tried, you almost got us both killed because you were too busy checking yourself out in the rearview mirror!”

“That was one time!” Wade defended himself, slapping his hand on the dashboard. “And I looked great!”

Meanwhile, in the backseat, Logan sat with his arms crossed, a permanent scowl etched on his face. His knuckles were turning white as he clutched the seat, every muscle in his body tense. Next to him, Peter was entirely oblivious, sipping on a juice box, staring out the window as if this was the most normal day in the world.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” you snapped, shooting Wade a death glare.

“Impossible? Sweetheart, I’m the full package—brains, brawn, and a sense of humor. It’s not my fault you’re too dense to appreciate it.”

Before you could fire back, Logan let out a low growl, a warning sign that he was about to lose it.

But Wade, being Wade, just kept pushing. “You should be thanking me. Without me, you’d be—”

“DEAD! We know! You never shut up about it!” you interrupted, your patience wearing thin.

“Oh, and you’re so modest, aren’t you? Let me guess, it was your plan that got us into this mess?”

“That’s because someone had to think things through!”

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t so—”

Logan finally snapped. “ENOUGH!” he roared, making both you and Wade jump in your seats.

Dead silence filled the car. Even Peter stopped sipping his juice box, eyes wide as he turned to look at Logan.

“I swear to God,” Logan growled, leaning forward between the seats. “If I have to listen to one more second of this bullshit, I’m gonna pop my claws and end this car ride for good. You two wanna keep arguing, be my guest. But I’ll tell you what Weasel said when Wade tried recruiting me: ‘You two are so full of crap, you’re practically fertilizer. Now either kiss and make up or get the hell out of my bar!’”

You blinked, stunned into silence. Wade, for once, had nothing to say.

“And for the record,” Logan added, his voice a low rumble, “You both suck at driving.”

The car was quiet after that, the tension still thick but muted by Logan’s outburst. You and Wade exchanged glances, both of you too stubborn to apologize but too shocked to continue the fight.

Peter went back to his juice box, the sound of his slurping the only noise in the now eerily silent vehicle.

Finally, Wade broke the silence. “So… does this mean we’re not stopping for chimichangas?”

“Shut up, Wade,” you both said in unison, and for the first time, there was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

Maybe Logan was right. Maybe you were both full of crap. But you had to admit, the arguing was kind of fun.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Sharp March 2025 - 7. Birthday (*)

Birthday breakfast to bed leads to a different indulgence entirely.

(*) Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI!

This one basically wrote itself. It was incredibly fun, too 😁

7. Birthday (3.5k)

Professor Aesop Sharp was largely unused to waking up in the morning with a smile on his face. That is, up until the last few years. 

Many mornings were quite similar to this one - Aesop woke to the sound of birds singing and chirping in the thick trees outside, the cool morning air wafting in from the opened window bringing in the subtle scent of dew-covered wildflowers.

The only difference was that he woke up feeling just a tad chillier than normal, which he supposed he should blame on the empty spot beside himself, where normally a very soft and warm body would lie, snuggled against him.

Aesop took a while to fully wake up, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes following a deep yawn. His large body stretched upon the king-sized bed, and he inwardly winced when a couple of joints popped audibly. He used his fingers to comb through his sleep-matted hair, then settled back down against the mattress for a moment longer.

Life was slow in this part of the world, especially in the mornings. Most people were leaving for work, and only the retired folk and children with their mothers remained in the village of Willow Creek. Surely his elderly neighbour Mrs Pruitt was already bustling around in her flower garden, the small greengrocer cart was being set up a few streets over, and the peaceful morning would only be disturbed by the few owls delivering letters. Normally, soon thereafter, Aesop too would leave and Floo over to Hogwarts, but, as it so happens, it was the very first day of summer holidays.

Still, just as he was about to get up to clothe himself and hopefully find his fiancée, who had left him alone in their bed so cruelly, the door of the bedroom clicked open, and there she was.

Aesop immediately felt the corners of his mouth turning upwards, looking at her. She was wearing a light blue sleeping gown, one which he absolutely adored, as it had her cleavage on display, adorned by fine lace. Her white dressing gown gently embraced her form, and the potions master found his hands itching, unsure whether it was to rid her of the garments, or reach for his sketchbook to immortalise her in it just like this.

“Good morning,” she said, her own mouth curved in a smile, “I hope I didn't leave you waiting too long?” Aesop softly sat up until his back was leaning against the headboard, a lazy grin on his face when he saw her eyes momentarily flick to his own bare chest. He preferred to skip wearing his pyjama shirt during the summers.

“Not at all,” he replied, his voice still somewhat thick with sleep, “I only just woke up. However, I'm sorry to say, but I did wake up missing one very important thing.”

“Oh?” She leaned sideways against the doorframe, “and what would that be, professor Sharp?”

Aesop's grin got wider. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he adored when she called him that. He needn't say it out loud, even, she knew full well what effect she had on him, and she used her knowledge to her advantage. She wouldn't have been a half-bad Slytherin, had she not been a Ravenclaw.

“I rather think you know the answer to this question, but so as there is not any misunderstanding - I woke up missing my lovely fiancée, with whom I could roll around in the sheets until I would, sadly, have to come to terms with the fact she's leaving for work.”

She smirked at him, crossing her arms on her chest: “Oh, my sincere apologies, Aesop, dear. However, perhaps I may make it up for you?”

And then, she turned her back to him and reached for something to the left of the door. When she turned back around to face him, Aesop saw that there was a tray in her hands. Almost immediately, the smell of bacon and eggs hit him, and he felt his belly rumble. As she came closer, Aesop could see that she went all out for their breakfast. 

Bacon, sunny side up eggs, some grilled tomato, crispy looking lettuce leaves, a couple of sausages, and of course a few slices of bread, toasted to perfection. And, of course, a steaming kettle of tea with a small cup of milk on the side.

Aesop hummed contently. “My, my,” he said, “a breakfast to bed. And what a feast this is. What's the occasion?”

She clicked her tongue and carefully sat down on the bed, bringing the tray down carefully so as not to spill anything: “I'd rather say you know all too well.”

She leaned in closer and Aesop mirrored the movement until their lips connected in a sweet, unrushed kiss.

After a few seconds, they parted. “Happy Birthday, my love,” his fiancée whispered against his mouth, her warm breath feeling delicious on his lips.

“Another year older,” the potions master sighed, “but I'm not sure whether any wiser.” She grinned and leaned away in order to pour them their tea. “A wise man would, in my humble opinion, eat his breakfast before it goes cold, what do you say?” 

There was a little glint of mischief in Aesop's eyes, his smile turning sly: “And what if there's something else I would like to eat, hm?”

The professor was happy to observe his words had the desired effect - the young woman's eyes went wide for just a second, and a blush started creeping into her cheeks. “You scoundrel,” she said, her grin returning, “here I am, cooking up a perfect full English breakfast for you, and now I'll have it go cold? I don't think so, mister.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Aesop immediately placated, “it was never my intention to disrespect your hard work, my sweet, I'm sure the breakfast will be completely succulent, but you must forgive an old man for wanting to spend some more time with his beautiful fiancée before she leaves him for work.”

She moved his cup of tea closer to him, no sugar and only a splash of milk, just how he liked it. Aesop accepted the fork she offered him next, and without further ado and any more little protests, he began to eat.

“You needn't worry about me disappearing on you today. As it so happens, Ellie gave me a day off after I told her that I'd like to spend the day with my beloved to celebrate his birthday,” she said as she too started to eat, piercing a perfectly grilled tomato onto her fork. Aesop hummed in understanding: “Ah, I see now. Then please, once again, accept my sincere apology. Had I known that we had all the time in the world today, I would've been much more cordial with my advances, and waited until we finished the feast you so masterfully prepared before asking for some sweet dessert…”

This time, the young woman giggled before sipping on her tea: “You, Aesop Sharp, have absolutely no place calling yourself an old man. Old men tend to be far less incorrigible than you.”

“Oh, but not many old men have beautiful young fiancées. If they did, they'd be as incorrigible as myself,” he retorted, before being swiftly silenced with a crispy slice of bacon being pushed towards his lips by his sweetheart.

They enjoyed the rest of their breakfast engaging in more playful banter, as well as discussing the plans for their free day. Their friends and family would come to celebrate on Saturday, and Aesop's mother offered to bake his favourite strawberry cake for him for the occasion, so they truly had an entirely free summer day on their hands.

“Maybe we could go out later for a swim? Once the sun warms the water up a little?” The young woman offered, dabbing at her lips with a soft napkin once she was done eating, their tea long since finished. Aesop sighed happily. His hunger for food has been quenched, but his hunger for her has not been diminished even a little bit while they indulged in the hearty breakfast. 

He felt sated, but not entirely full, which he presumed was intentional. The young woman has known him for years, she must've known he'd want to indulge in something else this morning as well, which is why she was meticulous in choosing the size of their servings.

She must've caught the way he was looking at her, the way his treacherous eyes kept sliding down to the delicate skin of her chest, lapping up at the part of the soft mounds of her breasts that was visible to him, because she carefully grabbed the now almost empty tray, and stood up to move it onto her dressing table instead.

However, before she could turn around to go back to bed, Aesop stood as well and moved to stand behind her. His hands found purchase on her hips, and he squeezed her close to him, his chest against her back. Without a word, she turned her head as much as she could towards him, and accepted the passionate kiss he immediately pressed against her willing mouth. 

One of his arms curled around her waist in order to press her even closer, his growing hardness pushing against the flesh of her bottom, making her gasp into their kiss and therefore allowing entrance for his tongue.

The potions master plundered her mouth, his hips grinding slowly against her, the other hand on her hip moving around to where her legs joined. His large finger then found the small pink pearl between her petals through the delicate fabric of her sleeping gown. She separated their lips in order to release a small sigh, her head falling back on his shoulder. Aesop's mouth latched onto her neck then, teeth worrying at her pulse point before moving higher, to the sweet spot between her ear and jaw, which he knew sent shock waves straight to her rapidly dampening core.

Finally deeming their current position as not enough, Aesop turned his fiancée around, making the poor girl nearly lose her footing. Luckily, his strong arms were there to catch her. The professor grinned, watching her eyes blown wide and her cheeks flushing further.

“I love this night gown of yours, darling,” he said in a low voice, the fingers of his right hand tracing the edge of the lace, only ever so slightly touching the warm skin underneath, “makes me positively ravenous… However, I rather think I'd enjoy the sight of it on the floor even more…”

And with that, he gently pushes her dressing gown of her shoulders, the soft material sliding down her body with ease and a certain level of elegance. All the while, Aesop kept his eyes on her own, in case she wanted to stop or slow down, but no, his fiancée had a soft smile on her lips, and looked up at him with absolute trust and an overwhelming amount of emotions. 

Aesop slowly kneeled down then, his hands sliding down her ribs, waist, hips, the top of her thighs and even lower, until they reached the hem of her nightgown. Slowly, he started to lift the fabric up the young woman's legs, pressing open mouth kisses onto the newly revealed skin while the garment started bunching up in his hold.

He kissed her knee, then lower thigh, then her hip, before he brought his face to her core, glistening with arousal, a perfect pink flower covered by morning dew. His nose buried in the fine short hair on her mound, and lips touched at the split of her folds, the young woman sighing again above him, a hand on his shoulder to brace herself.

The professor then licked a long stripe between her petals before deeming his current position rather constrictive. Raising his head, he looked up at her, and slowly rose back to his feet, bringing the bunches material of her night gown ever higher, and over her head, finally fully baring her for his lustful gaze. 

He gave her a loving smile, his hands once more caressing at the skin of her hips and waist, before palming her soft breasts, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Their mouths moulded together once more, this time harder than before, both of them now engaging in a sensual dance using their tongues.

Her fingers carded into his hair, pulling ever so slightly and making him growl into their kiss. Aesop was just about to start backing her up towards the bed, when a surprised moan fought its way through his throat. He didn't notice one of her hands leaving his hair only to slip down, beneath the waistline of his pyjama trousers, and grip his straining erection. 

Aesop let her pump him slowly, letting the sweetness of her touch wash over him. Her hand was terribly clever, it knew just where to squeeze harder, where to tease him. After a few seconds though, he decided that two could play that game, and his own hand went on to explore her core. Their lips connected again just as his calloused fingers slid over her damp seam, one of them slipping just past it.

After a few minutes pleasuring each other, Aesop decided it truly was time for his dessert, and he very gently guided his fiancée's hand out of his pants.

Giving her another kiss, he finally started backing her up towards the bed. She sat down on it as soon as the back of her legs touched the cool wood of the frame, then scooted further back to make room for Aesop.

The professor immediately crawled over her body, and used his own to press her into the mattress, once more plundering her lips until she was gasping for air, and then moving down.

Like so many times before, he mapped her body using his hands and lips. The breakfast she had made for him was delicious, but the taste of her skin was positively divine. She whined when his teeth closed around her pebbled nipple, while the other was pinched by his fingers. He soothed the sting using his hot tongue, making her spread her legs for him. 

He moved further down only when her teats were raw red and too sensitive, dragging his tongue down her belly and towards his prize. 

His fingers spread her open then, and he buried his face between her soaked folds, his tongue pushing harshly against her fluttering opening. Both of them moaned out, and her fingers were once again in his hair, messing it up further. Aesop didn't care, not when her juices were soaking up his beard, not when he was so completely enveloped by her. All he saw, heard, smelled and tasted was her, and he was getting ridiculously high on it. 

He lapped at her entrance, one of his fingers finding her lovenub, and circling it in time with his tongue thrusting inside her. Soon, her sounds became more rhythmic, her breathing harder, and her hand in his hair harsher. 

He switched his hand and mouth then, his lips moving to surround the little pink pearl of hers to suck on it, while two fingers plunged into her quivering heat, forcing the air out of her lungs.

Aesop set an intense rhythm, not too fast, but swiftly overwhelming never the less. His teeth worried at her clit, and her breathy moans grew in volume. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her other hand fist at the sheets next to her, knuckles white.

“A-Aesop-!” She yelped, and he raised his head in order to look at her, a grin on his wet mouth.

“Yes, my dear? How can I help you?” He asked smugly. Her eyes were unfocused, her skin damp with perspiration, her flush pronounced in all of the best spots.

“P-please, I-... T-take me, please!” She stammered out, clearly lost in her pleasure. Aesop groaned and swiftly used his free hand to give himself a few quick strokes through the trousers, just to take the edge off.

“Oh?” He purred, “but I thought that I'd rather make you come for me first? Perhaps two, three times, before I pound you into the mattress?”

She gave a desperate whine, and Aesop's grin got even wider.

“P-please…”

Aesop slowly pulled his fingers out of her core, making her whine at the loss. Keeping eye contact, he then pushed the fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up her juices and his eyes closing at her taste, which only made her make a few more desperate sounds.

He finally freed his nearly painful erection, and tossed the pants somewhere over his shoulder. Truth be told, he was so hard, he'd probably come untouched just using his hands and mouth on her, and then have to wait a little before he was good to go again.

He climbed back up her body, and caressed her cheek with his hand, the skin warm under his touch. She leaned into the contact, darkened eyes fluttering softly. He smiled: “Oh, but what a cad would I be if I denied my lady her request…”

And before she could react, he took himself in hand, and guided his dark, weeping tip against her entrance, pushing in halfway immediately.

His fiancée gasped loudly, and her arms immediately flew around him, fingers instantly digging into his shoulders and fingernails leaving behind crescent moon imprints. Aesop groaned at the mixture of pleasure and pain, and slid in the rest of the way, high on the tightness surrounding him.

He gave her a minute to adjust to him, his lips once more attaching to her neck and slowly moving up to her lips. Just as his tongue plunged into her accepting mouth, he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in, his hands on her hips for leverage.

Soon the previously quiet morning air was filled with the sounds of their bodies uniting, her breathy moans and pleas, and Aesop's own grunts and heavy breathing.

“O-oh, fuck…” he gritted out when she squeezed around him, feeling precome leaking out of his throbbing hardness. He kissed her again, muffling some of their sounds, but they were only able to exchange a few messy kisses before the need for oxygen became too urgent.

Speaking of urgent, he could feel the telltale signs of her getting close to her peak, her hands squeezing him tighter, her sounds getting higher, her delicious heat constricting around him.

“A-Ace, I’m going to-” she managed to get out.

The next sound to leave her mouth was nearly a yelp, as Aesop used one of his hands to rub circles onto her engorged nub in time with his quickening thrusts, and only a few seconds later, her thighs began to shake around his hips and her back arched against the mattress. Aesop swore under his breath again, pounding into her hard, her walls squeezing him and beckoning him to join her in her bliss. 

He grabbed onto her hips again, to deliver a final harsh set of thrusts, and had the bed not been as heavy as it was, the headboard would've surely been banging against the wall with every single one of his movements. Her sounds were now little more than choked mewls, her eyes screwed shut, and her limbs positively trembling.

With a final loud growl, Aesop felt the dam break, and he was suddenly plunged into a world of pleasure, his aching cock flooding her walls in several long spurts.

He rode out his orgasm more slowly, his thrusts becoming more and more languid, until overstimulation made him still above her. 

The professor pretty much collapsed atop his young fiancée, his breathing hard and his heartbeat rapid. He could still feel her legs trembling slightly around his hips, and he started pressing soft kisses against her skin wherever he could reach.

Finally, her arms around him relaxed, and one of her hands made its way back into his hair, stroking the damp strands lovingly.

“Happy Birthday, Aesop,” she whispered, her voice still weak.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he replied, lifting his head in order to kiss her cheek, then her lips, slowly and tenderly.

After several minutes during which their bodies calmed down, Aesop sighed and carefully rolled over to his side, taking the young woman with him, his softened shaft slipping out of her plush depths.

“So,” he said, good humour colouring his voice, “still up for the swim you talked about?”

Her eyes opened to look at him, and while exhaustion was clear within them, she chuckled: “The only place I'm willing to take a swim in right now is our bathtub. And even that would be preferable in a while, after I feel like I won't collapse on my feet the moment I attempt to stand up.”

Aesop grinned down at her: “I'm not at all opossed to such an idea. After all, we've got a full day ahead of ourselves.”

Her eyes were warm, and her smile even warmer. She gently shook her head: “I love you, Ace.”

He returned the smile: “I love you too… Another year older, not sure if any wiser. But I surely am the happiest man in the world…”

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Hehe, I hope you liked this one 😁As always, you can also find me over on AO3

[silvermarley]

Hi! I just discovered your acc and I love what I have read 💖🥺 Can I make a request? 👉🏻👈🏻 today is Tanjiro's birthday so I would like a Tanjiro x fem reader smut (both are adults but his gf is a couple of years older than him) where both have been busy lately with work and don't have time for a bit of sex until one night after work his girlfriend decides to start the action and seduce him but despite the fact that they have done it before he still feels very shy with her but in the end they end up having a good sex night. Have a nice day! 😁

Thank you for reading my stuff! <3 (Ik it’s his bday by the time u asked but happy very late bday to Tanjiro 😭 so sorry I couldn’t work on this sooner!)

Work Can Wait

Tanjiro x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, aged up, established relationship, soft sex

Work really left no time for sex, leaving only cuddling to sleep and the other more basic things. That’s not entirely a problem to you, but you began to miss his touch in the more intimate ways.

With the seemingly never ending work you two had to do, it seemed impossible for it to happen for the time being. But you felt hope when your boss let you leave work slightly early, saying that you’ll be working the later shift the next day.

Not just that, but it seemed the gods had blessed you tonight since you got a text from your lover after you informed him of your situation.

Tan <3: Love, you’ll never believe this!

(Y/N): Go on-

Tan <3: I get to work much later in the day tomorrow, so we can finally have time to ourselves! :)

(Y/N): You’re joking.. that’s amazing!

You set down your phone on the bed and smiled happily.

Tanjiro got home about 15 minutes after you did on a normal day. But now that you had the extra time to ready yourself, you decided to put it into use.

You took a shower, and made sure you felt good.

Then you dug through your drawer to find what you wanted. You had bought a beautiful lingerie set a bit ago, it was a lovely maroon color. You bought it in hopes that something like this would happen.

With almost child-like excitement, you rush to put it on. After doing so, you admire how it complements your body. You were reminded of why you picked it to begin with.

The color was your boyfriend’s favorite. It seemed to also be close to his hair color, bringing a sense of warmth to your heart at the thought.

You continue to freshen up, making sure you looked your best. Deciding not to put your normal clothes on, you put a silk robe over it temporarily. You already knew what you would do to get what you want.

Tanjiro texted you that he was on the way home by the time you completely finished getting ready. “Great timing..” you thought.

You sat yourself on the bed and waited in anticipation for him to arrive home. You practically jumped up when you heard his car door shut just outside.

He knocked on the door, knowing you were home. When you opened the door, he didn’t notice what you were wearing at first, doing his usual routine.

You had discarded the robe, wanting to initiate what you’ve been wanting for a while.

After giving you a kiss and a warm hug, he pulls back. Suddenly his face becomes a rose color, blushing like a schoolboy.

“I-“ he started then gulped, “B-Baby.. what’s all this? You got all dolled up for me?”

You pull him down to you by his collar and gave him a peck on the lips. “Mhm..” is all you said.

He couldn’t help but stare. Something about you wearing his favorite color in such an erotic way made him feel hot.

Tanjiro pulls you in by your hips after regaining his composure. “Y-You look amazing..“ he puts his head on your shoulders and inhales. “‘Always love your scent after a long day..”

You chuckle lightly, and start running your hands on his upper body, knowing the effect your touch has on him. He lifts his head.

Taking the chance, you pull him by his hand, leading him to your shared room. He patiently follows like a lost puppy.

As you two enter the room, neither of you bother closing the door. You find your back against the wall, lips against his once more, but this time your tongues dance together in a heated makeout.

You both shamelessly moan into the kiss, knowing you two needed this. It’s been way too long.

You parted from the kiss, tugging on his dress shirt. He nods and lets you take it off of him, to which you discard the clothing to the side.

Your hands ran up and down his chest, admiring the view you missed dearly. It wasn’t long before you were forced back into another kiss by his desperate lips.

Not wanting to break away from him, you unbuckle his belt and slip it off, letting it drop.

“Fuck darling.. I-I need you..” he whispers huskily, now hastily leading both of you to the bed like a virgin who can’t wait to get his “v-card” taken away.

He hovers over you, his lustful gaze admiring you under him. He was going to make up for all the missed moments due to work.

“‘Looking so pretty..” he mumbles, kissing down your collarbone to your stomach and then your thighs.

He presses more sloppy kisses on your inner thighs until he gets right next to where you need him. Tanjiro tugs down your panties, getting harder at seeing how wet you already were.

After throwing them to the floor, his lips are immediately on your pussy. You moaned loudly at the contact, sensitive from lack of attention to it.

He groans at your taste, something he craved daily, but such a thing was out of touch. His skillful tongue worked wonders on your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit.

Your hands thread through his hair, gripping it to base yourself in reality. Even after what felt like ages, he knew just how to make you feel good.

You don’t remember when he did it, but one finger, now two, was pumping in and out of you. Your back arched off the bed, the stimulation he was giving your poor cunt after being neglected was overwhelming.

“G-Gonna cum! Don’t stop..!” You whined.

He was lost in your taste and in your sounds. He only hummed and continued his actions.

It was only when your legs were shaking and you were pushing at his head did he stop. He licked his lips, like someone who just ate a delicious treat.

He blushed wildly, his body screaming at him to fuck you. Tanjiro removed the rest of his clothing, which felt a bit embarrassing due to your staring.

He moved back over you, slotting himself back in between your thighs. His cock rubbed against your slick pussy, and you both groaned in unison.

“Y-You ready baby? Please say you are..” it’s not hard to tell he is holding himself back.

You nodded. He smiled, and kissed your lips.

“Been dreaming about this..” he whispers again as he pushes in slowly, as he always would.

“Me too..”

As he finally bottomed out, it was a feeling you both knew and loved. He wanted to wait until you were properly adjusted to him before he moved, even if it was almost painful for him.

But you couldn’t wait anymore. Not when what you’ve been wanting is right in front of you. You try to buck your hips up to get the friction you crave.

He bit his lip and knew you felt the same. You needed this now.

Tanjiro began slowing pulling out and the thrusting back in. With every one, we would find the rhythm that worked and then kept it from then on.

He had you gripping at the sheets and moaning without restraint. Not that he was any better though. He was quite loud himself, gripping onto your hips for dear life.

“God.. I missed this so much..” he breathily mutters, immersed in the clenching of your pussy on him.

You whimpered in response. His thumb, almost out of reflex, moves to your clit and rubs small circles. You arch into him more, as he leans over you carefully watching your reactions.

You felt yourself get close. Your noises increased in volume, and you tighten around him. The bucking of his hips got sloppier as he felt himself get close to the brink as well.

“Y..You’re gonna cum with me right sweetheart?” He moaned, “Please.. cum for me.”

You nodded with vigor, one hand holding onto his arm and the other digging into the sheets.

“Fuck.. cumming!” You moan, seeing white as you do.

Tanjiro groans wildly and thrusts a few more times, before spilling his seed inside you. He stays inside for a moment, then pulls out.

He watches his cum drip out of you. He has to tear his eyes away.

You chuckled, noticing his trance. He falls to the side of you when you pull him.

“Didn’t know I needed that this badly..” he laughed nervously, staring into your eyes sweetly.

“Yeah..” you agree, “I love you so much.”

He kisses your forehead. “I love you too, my love. I’m sorry work has stalled my attention towards you. I’ll make sure I can get more time with you from now on to take care of your needs.”

You lay your head on his shoulder. “That would be nice.. and I promise the same.”

Your eyes slowly flicker shut, as his voice soothes you to sleep. He smiled warmly and later decides to get some rest himself.