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thealtoduck · 3 months

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Being a mutant and joining Xavier’s school…

X-Men x Male Reader

Warnings: Justin Timberlake shade…

Summary: You’re a mutant and you’re invited to attend Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters…

(A/n: I gave you Emma Frost’s powers because i’m lazy)

(A/n 2: Yet another unplanned fic… i’m so sorry)

(A/n 3: I was gonna write more but word limit…)

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It all started in school, everything was normal.

You just heard the regular chatter of the students. Then suddenly you heard EVERYTHING, every thought of every single person in the school. You quickly went in to the men’s bathrooms, locking yourself in a stall.

Your head pulsated as if it was about to explode, you felt as if it were on fire. You didn’t understand what was happening. You curled up in a ball on the toilet trying to keep the voices out as tears streamed down your eyes. You have had similar headaches before but never like this.

After about half an hour the voices stopped, you were shaking and sweating, did you have some kind of fever. You got up from the toilet and left the stall. You went to a sink and cupped your hands and splashed some water on your face.

You readjusted your shirt that had gotten a bit messy. You looked in the mirror and noticed something strange, your left hand looked weird, it was glistening looking like some kind of glass. You quickly lifted your hand in front of your eyes… it looked normal.

You then made sure you looked decent before you left to go to the nurse’s office. You told her what had happened about your splitting headache and seeing weird stuff in the mirror. She took your temperature and looked you over, but everything seemed completely normal.

You were scared of the idea of having to go to class and getting another headache in front of everyone. Luckily for you, the school nurse was very nice and wanted to make sure you were okay, so she called your mom and asked if she could come pick you up.

You got in to your mom’s car and she looked at you worried. ”Hi sweetie, are you feeling okay?” she asked. ”Yeah at the moment at least” you said and explained. She was understanding and started driving the two of you home.

As she was driving you started hearing things again, your mom sat quiet, you looked around no people. Then they started growing louder and louder. ”Hey, let’s see what’s on the radio” your mom said pressing the radio button.

And like the flip of a switch, you felt a cutting pain in your head making you lean forwards and groan loudly. ”Oh, come on Y/n, Justin Timberlake isn’t THAT bad” you mom said. Slowly realisation crept up on her that it wasn’t about the pop star’s music playing.

She quickly pulled over the car trying to make sure you were okay. But she soon realised your pain wasn’t going away, so she immediately started driving towards the closest hospital. She also turned off Justin Timberlake, you might be in pain but you didn’t need to be tortured

Even at the hospital the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with you, but they recommended you take some headache medicine and to get some bedrest over the weekend. You tried but the headaches came on and off, keeping you from falling asleep.

While trying to rest the doorbell rang, you walked towards the door and opened it. You were met with a bald man in a wheel chair and a woman with long red hair, you didn’t recognise either. ”Can i help you?” you asked.

The bald man spoke up and greeted ”Hi, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is Doctor Jean Grey, mind if we come in for a chat?”.

Oh god… you had become a medical spectacle you thought to yourself.

You let the two in and served tea for the three of you. ”So, why do you want to speak with me?” you asked. ”Well Mr L/n, have you ever heard of mutants?” Professor Xavier asked.

”You mean those guys on the news with those freaky powers that everyone are afraid off?” you questioned. Professor Xavier nodded with a smile and said ”That’s one way to describe them”.

”You’ve been experiencing painful headaches recently, right?” Doctor Jean Grey asked. ”Y-Yeah” you said unsure, had your parents already called in medical experts to examine you…

”We have reason to believe you are a mutant, who has recently developed the power of telepathy” the professor explained. You sat in silence a moment, only being able to then utter ”I… What?”.

”It’s a gift that will let you read and see inside the minds of others” the professor continued to explain. You stood up and found yourself saying ”You should both leave, you’ve found the wrong person… I-I… I’m not a mutant you must be looking for someon- ahh!”.

You were cut off in the middle of your sentence by another sudden headache making you fall to your knees, holding your aching head. The Professor rolled closer to you and put a hand on your head and suddenly the pain eased.

”What did you?…” you asked confused looking at the professor. ”I used my freaky mutant powers to mute your powers slightly, to make them more manageable” he explained with a small smile. ”Look at Jean” he told you and pointed at the doctor.

”Now try to look inside her mind to see what she’s thinking” he instructed. You did as told and looked at the red haired woman, then without her opening her mouth you heard her say ”Hello Y/n” making you stumble backwards.

”How did you? How did i?” you questioned in complete shock. ”How about you sit down and we can answer all of your questions” Professor Xavier suggested.

So turns out you were a mutant.

It scared you but you decided to gather your courage and tell your parents about it… not a good idea. They got terrified of the idea of their son being a mutant and told you to go to your room.

So once you got to your room you made the impulsive descision to run away from home. You were worried what your parents would do… would they call the cops? Is being a mutant a crime?… Professor Xavier had given you his number. So you grabbed your phone and called the number.

He picked up. ”Hello, this is Charles Xavier” he greeted. ”Hey, it’s Y/n, i’m calling about your offer… you really have room for another student?” you questioned. ”Of course, we do” the professor answered kindly.

You packed a suitcase and climbed out of the window, silently sneaking away from the house. You took a bus leading to new york where’d you’d be picked up. A car was waiting when you got off the bus, Doctor Jean Grey was standing by it.

You got in the car and she drove the two of you towards the school. ”Are you nervous?” she asked, you wondered if you looked that obvious or if her own telepathy gave her a hint. You nodded.

”Don’t be you’ll fit right in. We might be a school but we’re also like a family, we take care of each other” she assured you. ”What about my powers? What if i accidentally hurt someone?” you asked. ”We’re gonna make sure you learn to control them, the Professor has dampened your powers and we’ll unlock them little by little, it shouldn’t be an issue” she explained comfortingly.

The car the pulled up beside a fancy looking mansion. You couldn’t help but be awed seeing it. It looked almost magical. You got out and got your suitcase, Jean led you to the enterance. It was just as impressive on the inside.

She showed you your room which you would be sharing with another student named Peter Rasputin, who according to Jean could turn his skin in to steel.

She gave you a tour of the rest of manor, introduced you to some of the other students and then left you to explore and get settled in. As you made your way around you were greeted and welcomed by the other teachers of the school.

The other students looked curiously at you as you passed, probably wondering who you are and what your powers are.

That night you also got to meet your roomate Peter who Jean had told you about, he was tall, handsome and very muscular. He was also very kind as he greeted you. As the two of you got ready for bed he asked ”Considering we’re sharing space now, do you mind if i’m sleeping shirtless?”.

”No, i don’t mind, do you mind if i do?” you returned the question. He gave you a quick flirty look up and down before saying ”No”.

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0bloodhorn0 · 10 months

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Imagine….

Wolverine x male reader

Waking up next to Logan. The older man getting up to look out the window, still naked. You slowly open your eyes and try to rub the sleep out of it. It’s quite still early in the morning.

You finally look at him, his back facing you. “Well hey there, sweet ass” you murmur, sleep clear in your voice.

He only raise an eyebrow and that comment before going to join you in bed again.

Cue to you two leaving the room like he didn’t just ride the shit out of you.

Happy life or whatever to my favorite fruit bowl

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queerxreader · 1 year

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Howdy!! I was wondering if you could do a Logan x m!reader who has a harpy mutation and it’s a wing care thing, I think it could be interesting because caring for a birds wings is a very intimate thing. And or a spideypool + m!reader cuddling fluffy piece?

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Logan/Wolverine x M!Reader with Harpy Mutation/Wings.

Bird, Bath, and Intimacy.

Featured/Warnings: Vague angst and Nudity. Baths. Comfort and Care. Fluff piece. Flirting.

Writer’s Note: I Really adore the idea of Logan this big tough guy being so gentle and caring towards his winged boyfriend. Also I’m still planning on writing a Spideypool cuddle fic but it’ll be separate from this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! And apologies for how long it took to push this out.

“Stay still. Quit your flapping.” Logan’s gruff voice barked at you.

Your feathery appendages had a mind of their own, and when it came to Logan’s touch your soft wings fluttered for the callous man.

“I’m trying, I’m just not used to someone else taking care of my wings”

“Someone has to.”

Though he sounded aggravated to be helping you, you could sense his calmness. You knew deep down he cared for you, otherwise he wouldn’t have even offered.

You were sitting on your legs in the tub, the lukewarm water felt relaxing on your skin. Logan sat on the inner edge of the tub, his feet soaking in the water with his jeans cuffed up as high as he could manage on his toned calves. He was softly kneading his fingers into your feathers. His hands were coated in a special soap that was advertised to be strong enough to get oil out of ducks. He assumed this would be the best alternative compared to the shoddy attempts at cleaning yourself were.

He noticed your difficulty cleaning your wings when he saw you one early spring morning. He couldn’t sleep again so he was just having a beer as a breakfast appetizer. He looked out the kitchen window to enjoy the beginning of the sunrise. There you were, out there waiting on the edge of the fence, he pondered what you were doing, but instead of going outside to ask he just enjoyed this new view that seemed to outshine the sun rising.

Abruptly the sprinklers chittered on, Logan knew they were scheduled to do this, but it always raised the hairs on his arms. The sprinklers were always really tall in the mornings due to the expectation that everyone would be asleep this early in the day.

You promptly thrashed your wings to glide down

through the high force water oscillating into the air. All Logan saw between your swift flailing of wings and every few moments he’d see your mostly nude masculine frame covered by a pair of tight swim shorts. He admired the way your wet body glistened in the pale morning light, it was times like this he swore you were an angel rather than a harpy-adjacent mutant humanoid. He still loved you as the latter reality, however.

He saw you land atop one of the garden statues, you perched there for a second before shaking and writhing your feathers and hair dry. He always thought you were kidding when you said you bathed exactly like a bird. While he did think it was cute watching you do your avian drying dance, he wondered if you did this year around. Wouldn’t you get sick doing this during the winter or fall, only so much of your genetics include this mutant bird dna, what about the human parts?

As you got to a decent stage where you could just air dry the rest of your body, you hovered over the patio to retrieve your robe and enter the mansion.

You only got so far into the door of the kitchen before a gravelly voice teased you.

“Did'ja have a nice bird bath?”

You nodded while sitting down at the kitchen table, “I did actually, I’m fixing to have some breakfast.”

“I think we have some sunflower seeds in the pantry for you to peck on.”

“Ha. Ha. Really funny, wolf boy.”

“You were serious about those bird baths. I thought you just took regular baths like the rest of us.”

“Newsflash, blades-for-joints, do I look like the rest of ‘us’?”

“Hey now, I was just saying I didn’t expect it to be true.”

“Well you caught me, now what.”

“I don’t think a rinse is good enough to get you clean. Those feathers are complex.”

“Yeah, so are a bird’s.”

“But you’re not all bird.. you have a human immune system and taking baths like that—

“Aw Logan, you’re worried about me getting sick? Don’t worry I never get sick.”

Almost like you had jinxed yourself, you sneezed instantaneously.

He smirked, pleased with being right, however there was a tiny glint of concern in his eye. A literal blink and you miss it type of glint. You’re glad you didn’t miss it though.

“See.”

“Whatever. It’s just ‘cause it’s cold in here.”

The memory fades as Logan turns the shower hose on you, the warm water juxtaposing the now cooler water you sat in. You shivered and then eased into the soothing feeling of water flowing between your wings in places you could never reach on your own. Logan rubbed his rough hands between your shoulder blades massaging the sensitive spot. You keened into his touch as he kneaded the tender spot that connected your wings to your spine.

“I know this spot takes a lot of weight, it must hurt to keep these things steady all the time”

“You have no idea,”

“Believe me I do— these claws are a bitch when I unsheath them.”

“It hurts everytime.” It was a question but you phrased it as a statement since you already suspected the answer. Your wings often hurt when you first spread them out after a day of binding them away into your clothes to simply function amongst the quote-on-quote normal humans. But you couldn’t imagine the pain of having blades push out between your knuckles, it obviously was only a torture he could endure.

The healing factor was what made it somewhat bearable you assumed, but you wondered where all that physical trauma went when it went away. It’s possible that that pain replaced itself into mental and emotional stress, causing this man’s emotional state to be so toughened and built up high.

Though he hated sharing about himself, it often just flew out in conversation casually whenever he spoke to you. He felt he could truly put his guard down and trust you, and clearly you felt the same. The more he spoke the more you realized his concern wasn’t just that of a teammate or a close friend, he genuinely feared losing you. He’s mentioned losing many people he’s loved before, and sometimes he’s not taken the time to focus on the little things. It’s then you understand what this means to him, you allowing him to take care of you, this was for both of you. It would take a lot for him to admit that, he swore this was only for your own good. He’d chalk it up to you being careless and reckless, though he knows if he didn’t heal as quickly you’d be tending to his wounds like a mother hen every single mission.

As he opened up to you, growing distracted, you felt him knead into the width of your back a little rougher with his hand, right into a tender spot. Your wings thrashed upon the sensation, splashing water all outside the tub and all over the damp man. He practically growled at the sudden jostling of feathers, dropping the sprayer. The water spewed all over both of you. Logan’s jeans were already wet despite cuffing them at the ankles, but now they were practically a darker color from the wetness. His white shirt was now drenched completely too, you looked up at him laughing at him.

“That was on you. You know it’s sensitive there.”

Logan huffed a sigh, “I know,” he discarded his shirt, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it clinging to his skin.

“Let’s try this again, just relax, okay?”

“It would be a lot easier if I could just lay back into this tub but I can’t.”

Logan adjusted the setting on the sprayer and continued aiming the warm water into the middle of your back. You sighed calmly. He softly spoke to you as he rubbed circles into your back instead of kneading, “better?”

“Much, much better,”

“I’m sorry the massage didn’t work,”

“It’s okay, you know how my wings are under your touch,”

He let out a low chuckle, smiling at you as he continued to rinse and softly rub your feathers clean.

You soothed one of your hands to hold his. You pecked a small kiss onto his hand. “We might have to do a massage another time, without water.”

Logan let out a small laugh through his nose, “I guess so, just let me know when.”

It was silent for a moment as he finished rinsing you. Finally when he was done, he assisted you in standing up, he placed a warm towel on your head and shook it to dry and fluff up your hair. When he took the towel away he saw your eyes looking at him adoringly.

“What’s that goofy look for birdbrain?”

“Thank you,”

“S’no big deal.”

“No,” you leaned closer to him, your bare wet legs pressing against his damp and taught jeans. You made sure your eyes had locked while you took both of your hands into his. You pecked a kiss onto his cheek ever so chaste. “Thank you, Logan.”

His face felt warm, he blinked in awe. You had been together for a while now and yet you still flustered him. As he turned around to return the gesture you were already headed out the room. Your wings shook erratically for a split second to rid the remaining water. Logan caught most of the extra splashing against his already dripping clothes, he didn’t mind it. He was just glad to be able to take care of you.

Even after looking at the flooded floor, he still had a grin on his face as he heard you leave.

“See ya later, feathers.”

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tatestripedsweater · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day with Peter Maximoff (Male!Reader)

Requested

He’s a very excited bean yet nervous one, nervous and excited at the same time isn’t a good combo for him as he’ll start vibrating out of nowhere and someone has to calm him down.

Peter gets you flowers. He hid behind the bouquet as he gave them to you, since he was still vibrating slightly that the petals were falling off.

Then he takes you out to a meal, it’s not formal. Peter can’t afford it, but he doesn’t say that, he shares a milkshake with you.

‘You’re so handsome.’ ‘I’m so lucky to have a boyfriend like you.’ = Him not caring who’s listening and just complimenting you the entire night, pure love in his eyes.

Peter does end up on the karaoke by the end of the night and is extremely dramatic when dedicating a song to you. The funny part is he sounds like a cat being strangled.

Wants to duet with you but when you do, he instantly took over, Peter was in his element now.

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After that Valentine’s Day you wake him up by singing that song, it was a memory you two would never forget.

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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Hey it's me again I want to know if you can do a Emmett Cullen x male reader where the reader is Emmett mate and secretly a mutant where he has the power to manipulate and summon weapons and armor as well to knowing how to use any weapon just by touching it. But he keep that side of himself a secret because he knows how much people hate mutants and try to forget that side of himself. Until the Volturi threatened to harm his his niece Renesmee in his other family so he put his foot down and starts to back training on using his powers again but he mostly trains in secret. Until when the final battle starts where he joins in the fight with his husband showing everyone that he was not human. After the battle Emmett ask why the reader didn't say anything about his powers who the reader told him that he wants to forget that side of himself who Emmett comfort him telling him to never hide that part of his self again.

“The volturi will be coming.” Five simple words. You hadn’t been afraid of the volturi when you first met your husband/ mate, Emmett Cullen. Why would you be? You have faced many things as a mutant and all of them are more threatening than some old vampires from the reminiscence era. You have been trained by Wolverine, Cyclops, Nightcrawler and many others. You were a former X-Man. You had fought with Captain America, Thor, Spider-Man and the Fantastic Four. So, no, the phrase “The Volturi will be coming” does not scare you. The threat of the mutant registration act scares you more than the Volturi for God’s sake!!

No one knows you’re a mutant. Not even Emmett. It wasn’t you expected hate from the Cullens(they were vampires who would they be to judge) you knew they love you no matter what. But, you left the X-Men on……sad terms and you put that part of your life behind you and would never try to be a hero again. You would always try to help people but your last mission as an X-Man ended with nearly your entire family murdered. You left the institute right after that incident and settled in Forks and found your mate. And you could not be happier. Emmett was loving and caring and did everything to make sure you were safe and happy.

Your relationship with the rest of the family is…complicated. You looked at Carlisle and Esme as your parents. They had taken the role seamlessly and even helped with the funeral. Alice loved to dress you even if it’s just to go to the store. She would leave something for you on your bed on most days. You were the first male in the house that didn’t mind being Alice’s dress up doll.

Rose was…difficult to be around. She was the one who got Emmett turned into a vampire. Rosalie wanted Emmett to be her mate. She wanted a mat very badly. She wanted love after what happened with her husband but if anything that made Emmett even more upset. You see, he was openly gay. Yes, Emmett always had balls the size of grapefruits and the guts to match. Anyone who knew Emmett knew he was gay. But, when Emmett was being mauled by a bear, none of the Cullens knew him. It was a split second decision made by Rosalie. Rosalie had felt a connection but she misunderstood it. It wasn’t a mate bond, it was only two years since she turned and she was very lonely so it was wishful thinking. So, you kept your distance.

Jasper was very nice to be around. He knew how to make you feel better without using his gift. You were around him as much as Emmett. He didn’t mind and appreciated that you had a great knowledge of history. Edward didn’t trust you at first. What with you being able to shield your mind from him. You had to, you faced countless telepathic villains and lived in an institute with two of the most powerful telepaths in history. But, he learned to trust you as you had helped them with the James incident. You didn’t have to worry about being a meal as mutants smell different. You stayed away from Bella. You didn’t like her as she reminded you of Emma Frost.

But by God did you love Renesme. Your niece was the life of the party and the smartest kid you ever met. She loved you as if you were a second father. You were the one to take her out in town on the sunny days. While you hated her mother, you loved the hybrid as if she was your own. So while you weren’t afraid of the Volturi, they were coming to see if your niece was an immortal child and even if Carlisle did manage to get his friends to be witnesses they’d still be horribly outnumbered if it came to a fight and it most likely would.

You stood in your private room looking out the window. Carlisle insisted that you had your own room so you would have SOME privacy. While you wanted to argue against it you accepted it as you wouldn’t need to find a place to hide your X-Men gear. You told Carlisle you had friends you could call to help. The head of your family seemed reluctant to involve non vampires; he agreed that the more people were there to help the better you looked sadly at the X-men communicator in your hand. You were waiting for the family and Jacob to leave the house to go hunting to make the calls. Yes, calls, as in pearl. You were calling in every favor you ever earned. The X-Men, the Avengers, The Fantastic Four, Doctor Strange, Blade, Spider-Man. You were even considering calling the Silver Surfer in. You made the call as soon as you knew your family was out of hearing range. You sighed, you hoped you weren’t going to have to live the hero's life again but you knew damn sure there was a fight coming and you needed to help your family. “Scott? It’s me. I need some back up.”

Months passed and you trained harder than you ever had. Your power is to manipulate and summon weapons and armor as well as knowing how to use any weapon just by touching it was something you needed to hone more now more than ever. As you had realized before you left the X-Men it also implied to anything that COULD be used as a weapon. And that included a vampire’s gift. You disappeared often to train and coordinate. You weren’t taking any chances. You would protect your family no matter what. It was decided that The heroes you were calling in would meet you in the forest around the clearing where you and your family would face the volturi. Emmett knew you had been disappearing and thought you were just preparing yourself for if worse came to worse. You knew Emmett would be hurt thatYou hid your powers from him but it was to keep everyone safe. It was the morning of the confrontation and you were waiting for your friends to arrive in the forest. As you waited in your X-Men uniform you braced yourself for the hugs. You smirked at the famaler golden glow of Doctor Strange’s portal.

You led the group of heroes to the clearing just as you heard Caius say “Oh and who will stop us?” Your smirk got bigger as you led the heroes into the clearing. “How about us?” You asked as those gathered turned to see you, The X-men, The Avengers, The Fantastic Four, Doctor Strange, Blade, Spider-Man and many, many others. Everyone’s jaws, even the wolves, dropped as you led the contingent to your family. Emmet noticed your uniform as you let Emmet step next to you and Captain America. “I’ll tell you later, Emmett. I promise, I’ll tell you everything.

“You DARE to bring more outsiders when you’re accused of breaking laws already?!” Caius shouted at you as you called Blade and Doctor Strange to the front. As soon as Aro spotted Doctor strange and Blade he put his hand up to stop his brother’s rant. “Their presence changes nothing. Your family is accused of creating an Immortal child and from here you are guilty.” Aro gave a nod and the forces of the Volturi rushed towards your group of heroes, vampires and your family. You looked at Steve and smiled at the first Avenger’s nod. You kissed Emmett on the cheek and sent him a reassuring smile. “Avengers, assemble!!” And with that you and those on your side ran to meet the Volturi’s forces in battle.

The battle was long and brutal. You used years of experience of fighting super villains and handed the volturi their asses. You spared Alec as you knew he was brainwashed unlike Jane who was simply sadistic. You were the one to kill jane. You normally don’t relish in killing your opponents but this one was special to you. You used her own gift against her as Cap threw you his shield. You looked at her in her crimson eyes and almost felt sorry for the girl. “Don’t worry Jane. Your brother’s safe with me I promise.” You said as you lined the shield up with Jane’s neck. You said this knowing that the immortal tween cared for her twin brother. You saw an almost grateful look in Jane’s eyes as you pulled the shield back and you slammed the weapon in your hands down and ended Jane’s life and the suffering of many prospective victims.

The battle was all but over when you killed Jane and no one was hurt which was a miracle. You tossed Cap his shield back when you saw Alec rushing at you as you held your hand up. Right as everyone thought the other witch twin was going to attack you he slid to his knees dry sobbing. The sound broke your heart as it reminded you of when you lost your parents to Magneto. You knelt by the distraught boy’s side and pulled him into your arms.

“I know it hurts, trust me I do. I lost my parents in a battle not unlike this one.” You took off the glove of your scarred hand and ran it through Alec’s hair. You got the scar when Magneto used liquid metal to burn your hand when you went for revenge. You never explained the truth behind the scar, you just said you were being reckless as a kid and you were. You just never told the Cullens that it was because you were reckless in a fight with a supervillain. You were brought out of your musing when you heard a whimper from alec.

“What do I do now? All I’ve ever known as a vampire is gone.” To prove his point he gestured to where Iron Man and the Human Torch were burning the bodies of the dead Volturi. You smiled as you got an idea you knew Emmet and the others would approve. “Simple, You see, Me and Emmett always wanted to be parents. It’s obvious that you can’t take care of yourself when you're this far into grief. You can stay with us and if you must feed from humans we can take trips anywhere you want. So, what do you say?” You never received a response, just a tight hug. You had just saved Alec from a millennium of depression. With that the army of vampires and superheroes and shifters went back to the Cullen house to celebrate.

It was well into the night and the party showed no signs of stopping. You stood from the balcony in your and Emmet’s room. You smiled seeing the heroes and the Cullens getting along. You had spoken to Charles and you would be on the reserve of X-Men and the same with the Avengers. You had also received invitations for Alec and Emmett. You smiled as you saw Renesmee dancing with Kitty. Bella was having an arm wrestling match with She-Hulk. Emmet was talking with Logan. Rose was talking with Rouge about their husbands. Carlisle was talking to Hank McCoy about vampire anatomy. Esme was talking to Jean about designing houses. Jasper was trading war stories with Captain America. You saw everyone accounted for except for your husband.

“Why not join the party?” Ah, he was in the doorway. “Everyone’s been telling stories of you being a hero. “ Emmett’s tone was calm but you could tell he was hurt. You smiled as you felt Emmett wrap his arms around you. You sighed, you knew this conversation was coming but it didn’t mean it would be any easier. “More importantly, why didn’t you tell me you were a Mutant?” and there it was, the million dollar question. You had been thinking of your answer for hours but you knew that no matter what you told Emmett you would have to tell him the truth.

“I was eleven when my powers showed themself. Some idiot broke into the house when I was alone. I was scared for my life and I wish I had a weapon and then my dad’s gun flew into my hands. I’d never handled a gun before but yet I knew how to use it. My parents knew I was a mutant when I told them about what happened. It wasn’t too long till a man named Charles Xavier came to my house. He told me that I was a mutant. I was scared as Hell but for some reason I trusted him. My parents were afraid of me. They thought I’d kill them in their sleep and they couldn’t stop me. My parents weren't home when Charles came and offered me a place at his institute. I took it. I didn’t tell my parents because I wanted to stop them from being terrified of me. I always wrote them. I told them everything. It was about four years since I’d been at the institute that I became an X-man. I wanted to help people to prove that I wouldn’t hurt people with my powers. It was about six months before I met you that my world shattered. A villain the X-Men fought regarally decided to kill my parents as I was the only one on par with him. I was the one who found them.” You close your eyes as you remember the blood. “I was the reason they died. I went after him and he burnt my hand with liquid metal but I managed to take him down. After all that…I couldn’t be an X-Man anymore so I moved here. And met you and I forgot about all the pain. I didn’t tell you I was a mutant because I just wanted to forget about that part of my life. But, when Alice said the Volturi were coming I…had to be the hero again so this time I could save my family this time.” By the end you were crying and felt Emmett place his chin on your shoulder.

“And you did Y/N You saved us and Renesmee. But, no more hiding. I didn’t hide from you. You don’t have to suffer alone anymore Y/N. We can be heroes together and we have Alec to help. Let me Help you love. No more hiding.” Emmett said as he helped you out of your uniform. You thought about it, no more hiding. It’s all you ever wanted all your life. You smiled as you nodded. “No more hiding. For any of us.” You leaned into your husband with a smile on your face. The world was about to see the real Y/N L/N and you couldn’t wait.

#x male reader #x male! reader #twilight x male reader #twilight x male! reader #marvel x male reader #x men x male reader #x men x male!reader

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specialgrades · 2 years

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WELCOME TO SPECiALGRADES KINKTOBER 2022 !

happy halloween gays, i’m here! i know i fell off last year but i will try my best this year to write something for you horndogs <3

i write strictly male / gn reader and all of these will follow that as well.

iMPORTANT NOTiCES: not all of these will be full fics. i’m quite busy in october, but i will try to write at least blurbs each day. all of these are subject to change, but this is the current plan.

ALL POSTS I COMPLETED ARE TAGGED WITH #kinktober 2022

OCT 01 : masturbation ( viktor x dom!male reader )

OCT 02 : fucking machine ( lucas baker x bottom!male reader )

OCT 03 : cockwarming ( nanami kento x bottom!male reader )

OCT 04 : sex toys ( erik lehnsherr x bottom!male reader )

OCT 05 : gags ( chris redfield x bottom!male reader )

OCT 06 : panties + lingerie / stripping ( remy lebeau x bottom!male reader )

OCT 07 : handjob ( warren worthington iii x dom!male reader )

OCT 08 : pegging ( josuke higashikata x top!trans!male reader )

OCT 09 : deepthroating / praise kink ( carlos oliveiera x bottom!male reader )

OCT 10 : forced fem ( rohan kishibe x top!male reader )

OCT 11 : orgasm denial ( childe x dom!male reader )

OCT 12 : frottage ( jayce talis x dom!male reader )

OCT 13 : breeding ( alex summers x bottom!male reader )

OCT 14 : stockings ( cole cassidy x bottom!male reader )

OCT 15 : roleplay / primal play ( donald pierce x bottom!male reader )

OCT 16 : dacryphilia ( silco x bottom!male reader )

OCT 17 : thigh fucking / somno ( lucas baker x bottom!male reader )

OCT 18 : shotgunning ( josuke higashikata x dom!male reader )

OCT 19 : collaring ( donald pierce x sub!male reader )

OCT 20 : overstimulation ( joseph joestar x dom!male reader )

OCT 21 : body worship ( erik lehnsherr x bottom!male reader )

OCT 22 : bondage ( xiao x top!male reader )

OCT 23 : belly bulge / size difference ( vander x bottom!male reader )

OCT 24 : threesome ( viktor x jayce talis x switch!male reader )

OCT 24 : uniform ( leon kennedy x bottom!male reader )

OCT 26 : non/dubcon ( yoshikage kira x bottom!male reader )

OCT 27 : prostitution ( cole cassidy x bottom!male reader )

OCT 28 : tentacles ( zhongli x bottom!male reader )

OCT 29 : breathplay ( jotaro kujo x bottom!male reader )

OCT 30 : teratophilia ( karl heisenberg x bottom!male reader )

OCT 31 : wing kink ( warren worthington iii x dom!male reader )

#kinktober 2022 #🗞 ; masterlists.#resident evil x male reader #x men x male reader #jjba x male teader #jojos bizarre adventure x male reader #arcane x male reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #overwatch x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #i'm not tagging individual characters. i'm lazy #COME GET YER JUICE #edit: i am never doing kinktober ever again this shit stresses me out

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ayowhatnah · 2 years

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M/n when Peter tells him something random

M/n when some rando walked into the bathroom

M/n when peter can't hangout

m/n being mean for no reason

M/n dispersing so he doesn't need to put up with peter's shit

peter sneaking into m/n room when he heard m/n arguing with their sibling

the X men when Peter and m/n hangout together

m/n when single

Peter having a crush on m/n but m/n is too oblivious to know

Charles reading Peter's mind by accident and reading that Peter has a cruch on m/n

#X men X male reader #x male reader #peter maximoff x male reader #Quick silver X male reader #lol #idk lol #lol wtf

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simp57blog · 1 year

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obsessivevoidkitten · 5 months

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Animal Farm: Tuesdays

Three Yandere Dog Men x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, knotting, nonhuman genitals, cum swallowing, spitroasting, biting, male harem, dog men, reader fucked silly, general yandere behavior, licking, scent marking Word Count: 555 (The next long awaited installment in my farm series. I hope you all love it. <3 I did not bother having this beta read, sorry for any mistakes. The original fic can be found HERE along with the links to the other installments)

You were still tired from the thorough orgy that the harpies had given. At least they provided you with plenty of gentle aftercare. But now it was Tuesday. And that meant that you were the property of the dog-men. Another day in the endless cycle of being a cumdump for horny monster men. You really dreaded time with the dogs. They always ended up biting the hell out of your neck. You entered the small cabin that the dog men inhabited and one of the cat men, Lionel, came stumbling out with a dazed look on his face and cum dribbling down his thighs. Good… maybe that would mean there urges were already taken care o- Your train of thought was interrupted when you were thrown on the bed by the most assertive of the three dog men, the one that had the ears and tail of s German Shepherd, Thorn. His claws slid under your waist band and partially pulled down to reveal your hole which he lapped at like a treat. “Fuck, I have been waiting a week for this farmer~” Apparently breeding Lionel did nothing to quell the desire to bury their knots in you. When he got tired of fucking you with his tongue he slid his dick in to the base, the bone in it jabbed you painfully until it mercifully swelled to full size. The stretch was only mildly uncomfortable. After bringing you to climax his knot inflated in you and kept the two of you tied with him periodically humping gently to enjoy the sweet friction against his knot as he plied you full of his hot seed. He gave your neck a quick bite before sliding out of you and then before you knew it one of the other two, this time the husky-like dog man, Corr, was slamming into you. But the third, Len, the fluffy one that had the features of a Newfoundland, couldn’t wait his turn. So while Corr was busy breeding your overstimulated hole Len took it upon himself to slide past your soft lips. The smell of his musky cock filled your nostrils as his nuts slapped your chin with every thrust. You whimpered and moaned lustfully into his cock as Corr started to knot you. Corr bit you on your shoulders and back as he began the long process of slowly depositing cum in waves into you as dog men did. Your body shook as you came again, but you started gagging a bit as Len knotted in your mouth. His dick twitched periodically as it sent another wave of bitter cum down your throat, leaving you no other option but to swallow. If you thought you were done you were sorely mistaken. Thorn had gotten hard again and plunged his cock right back into your now cum-lubed hole the second Corr had pulled out of it. A few hours later, when the fuck fest was finally done, the dog men all turned very loving and gentle. They licked you clean of their seed and bathed you, but they rubbed your clothes with their scent before allowing you to get dressed again. They spent the rest of the day feeding, cuddling, and caring for their little mate who was too dazed and tired from all the sex to really do much.

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere #yandere harem #male harem #yandere male harem #yandere farm #yandere dog men #yandere dog hybrids #yandere boyfriends #yandere male x reader #x reader #male yandere x gender neutral reader #My OCs #My OC Corr #My OC Len #My OC Thorn

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thealtoduck · 3 months

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Being a student at Xavier’s school and unlocking your second mutation…

X Men x Male Reader

Warnings: Superhero violence…

Part 1: Being a mutant and joining Xavier’s school…

Summary: While on a mission you accidentally unlock another power…

(A/n: Sorry if it’s short i didn’t know what to add…)

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It happened while on a mission…

You hadn’t been on many missions much less one this dangerous before but the team had needed as much manpower as they could get. Magneto and his brotherhood were at it again. And you and the others needed to try stop them.

You ran over the battlefield, rubble was sprawled everywhere. One of Magneto’s goons ran towards you readying herself for attack, you immediately used your telepathy to give her a psionic blast causing her to fall to the ground holding her head as she twisted and turned in pain.

You ran past her and continued looking for your fellow team mates. You then saw Jean, Ororo and Scott fighting together against Magneto. You knew you couldn’t be much help to them as Magneto’s helmet protected him telepathic power.

You continued running trying to get past them to find the others but all of a sudden Scott shot an optic blast at Magneto hitting his arm, making him fling an explosive he was carrying with his powers right towards you.

”Y/N” Ororo yelled making you turn to see the explosive flying towards you. You could do nothing but brace for impact. You closed your eyes and felt a blast against your chest. Then nothing.

Were you dead now…? If this was dying it didn’t hurt as you had thought. But wait how could you still think?… were you still alive?…

You opened your eyes seeing a cloud of dust and smoke surrounding you. Once it cleared you saw Jean, Ororo and Scott were staring at you. Even Magneto was looking your way, curious of what mutant he had accidentally almost killed.

You looked around confused how in hell had you survived that. Then you caught a glimpse of your hands and you almost screamed. ”What the-!” you said. Your hands were crystalline, like glass or diamond.

The explosive had made a big hole in your costume revealing your crytalized skin, your whole body had become like this.

”Amazing” Magneto muttred under his breath. Ororo used his current fasination with you to shoot lightning at him taking him down.

Once you had won the battle you went back to the X mansion, where they immediately rushed to figure out what had happened to you. After several scans the professor eventually uttred an astonished ”Amazing”.

”What?” you questioned. ”You seem to have developed a second mutation Y/n” he explained. Jean followed up saying ”Your body seems to have become a sort of organic diamond, which protected you from the explosive blast”.

”Is there anyway to turn it off?” you asked them. ”Try it” Jean urged. You did as told and suddenly you were back to your regular self. You then focused and made only your hands turn diamond. ”This is so cool” you said to yourself.

You immediately went to find Peter your roomate and closest friend at the school to show him your new powers. He then pointed out the irony that the two people who could shapeshift in to different materials at the school were also roomates.

#x men x male reader #x men x male!reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x male!reader #male reader #x male reader #x male!reader

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cookiepie111 · 9 months

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Men who slip a wedding ring on your finger while they're fucking you dumb. You're as married in his mind now

Tag your favourite fictional man

#yandere könig x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #könig x reader #ghost x reader #i think this could work really well for older men #cod x reader #x black reader #anime x reader #yandere ghost x reader #yandere ghost #crocodile x reader

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veliana · 2 months

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I'm obsessed with ♡♡♡

I'm obsessed with the idea of a :

Yandere , who is a rich and powerful man. Maybe a ceo, a politician or a big boss of the mafia.One day, while he's in his car, he notices you by chance and it's love at first sight. From then on, he starts researching and collecting everything he can find about you. As soon as he sees something that might interest you, whether in shop or on the internet (thanks to the hacking skills of a guy he threatened who give him access to everything about your online presence), he buy it immediately. He keeps it all out in his luxurious penthouse, waiting for the day you live with him kidnapped or not. He's clearly obsessed with the idea that you're perfect and whenever he thinks you have an opinion on something, he claims it's true without even hesitation. Moreover, he is sure that nothing bad can come from you, if you lie for any reason, even if he has proof of the lie, he will be convinced that what you said is THE ONLY TRUTH. In the event of a conflict between you and someone else, it is obvious that the other party is in the wrong and will be severely punished tortured to deathfor daring to disrespect you, perfection incarnate, a god /goddess. He tends to nickname you affectionately, calling you “My king/my queen”, “Treasure”, “My angel”.

Would anyone be interested if I wrote a fic or headcanon about this?

#yandere x reader #soft yandere x reader #soft yandere #Yandere men #yandere obsession #obsessive yandere #yandere male #yandere oc x reader #Yandere oc #yandere oc x you #yandere x darling

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lijojo · 9 months

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genshin sugar daddies: leaving hickeys on you

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. it’s a bit overwhelming, but you try you’re best to keep each relationship relatively independent from the other. that means no hickeys. except, well, each one of them wants to make you theirs exclusively and they’re not above marking you secretly to send a message to tomorrow’s person. (yandere! possessive! genshin reverse harem x reader) (modern au!)

*if you want more yandere genshin sugar daddy content the introduction is here but this can be a standalone read!

tags: nsfw, dark content, afab reader, fingering, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, dub-con, smut smut smut smut smut

diluc is no stranger to jealousy. you can sense it in the way his eyes constantly beckon for yours. the way he grips tightly onto your waist. he never asks anything more than your gaze on monday evenings. they have to be on him. always. not for a second more are you allowed to look at anything else but him. he’s greedy, always pulling you to look at him once more. naturally, his gaze is always on you.

you feel it drag up and down your back. crawl into the little dip in your neckline to see what’s underneath your clothes.

so the one time, the one time, kaeya’s crafty attempts to leave hickeys on your folds and inner thighs in the midst of eating you out, diluc catches it.

he sees it the moment he peels off your panties. what should’ve been a slow sequence of him sinking his tongue into your pussy is immediately halted at the sight of a very small but noticeable bruise in the juncture between your thighs and your labia minora.

kaeya’s warning.

the change in his demeanor is undeniable. his heavy gaze flits over to your face. intentful. unaware of the hickey, you’re understandably confused.

if diluc’s seen something, he doesn’t tell you. instead, he internalizes the sight. it’s a warning and a challenge.

mine.

he’s quick to grab onto your wrists and pin them above your head. before you can brace yourself, he’s slipped a finger inside you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but welcome him as he curls his finger towards him, gently brushing against that spongy spot that leaves you breathless.

he chuckles lightly as you roll your eyes back. his thumb presses on your clit, nudging it side to side. “you’re soaking wet,” he mutters, sliding another two fingers inside you. “all for me?”

your hold on the sheets tightens.

he leans closer to your ear. “i can’t wait to smear the remnants of your orgasm on my cock. make it slick enough to slip inside you. make you feel good. we want my darling to feel really good, right?”

you hiss when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed. desperate. eager to make you spill your affection onto his hands.

“that wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

you can’t help the moan that leaves you as you approach your climax. “y-yes! yes—ah—diluc!”

his grin looks so unlike him. his thumb starts to draw circles on your clit, going quicker and quicker the more you squirm and moan.

“cum on me. do it for me, princess. cum all over my hand. give me all your everything.”

you can barely understand the undertone in his words. instead, you reach your high. your orgasm pours out of you, onto his beckoning fingers. and instead of letting you go, he continues mercilessly until your left whining for him to stop.

and he does. eventually. he slowly pulls his digits out of your crying cunt. he collects the droplets that trickle out of your lower lips and let’s it drip onto his twitching dick. he runs his hands along his shaft, letting out a shaky groan.

“look how pretty you’ve made me. this is all you, darling.”

he fucks you like it’s he’ll die if he doesn’t. blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure, you close your eyes and submit to the feeling of overwhelming bliss.

you’re so overwhelmed, that you don’t register how he’s kissing your neck like a man on a mission.

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the two of you are in the middle of a normal tuesday brunch when childe sees it. when you turn to accept the menu from the waiter, he can see the slightest marks that you couldn’t hide, even with the most expensive foundation.

you curse internally when you see his eyes narrow in on you. you should’ve known better than to ever believe that diluc would ever follow one of your only rules: no hickeys.

and now childe, notoriously competitive, will feel compelled to have his fill.

you should’ve worn a scarf.

you thought that the position of the hickey, and the slight fadedness your foundation was barely able to provide would’ve been enough. you were wrong.

like a built-in reflex, you smile. “what’s the matter? is there something wrong?”

he gives you a smile, an all-knowing smile as he takes the menu from you. “nothing is wrong at all, girlie. i’m just admiring that new necklace i bought you.”

you’re good at pretending nothing’s wrong, so you fiddle the crystals with your hand. “i love the way it shimmers,” you add, “i love how sparkly you’ve made me.”

if you’ve done anything to settle his displeasure, he doesn’t show it. instead, he averts his eyes to the menu. you know better than to believe that nothing bad will come out tonight.

for the rest of the night, he engages in small talk with you. about the weather. a new store that’s just opened up. some story about some poor guy who borrowed more money than he could ever give back. the thought makes you tighten your grip on your fork.

when you get back to his penthouse, he’s quick to strip you of your luxurious gown and all of it’s accompanied gold accents. when you reach to take off the necklace that decorates your neck, he stops you.

“keep it on,” he whispers, his hand crawling up your thigh to grip your ass. “wanna fuck you looking so pretty in my jewelry. wanna make you shine with sweat as pretty as those gems.”

“oh really?” you retort, sliding your hand between the two of your bodies and cupping his sex. he groans as you run your fingertips down his groin. “wanna make me shine with your cum?”

“yes,” he gasps. in the heat of the moment, his eyes catches the faint outline of diluc’s mark just below your jaw. overtaken by some primal instinct, he presses your waist against him. “you’re letting all those side-fucks give you hickeys?”

his words almost make you want to freeze. but you’re quick to resume back to normal, to pretend that those words don’t phase you. that you don’t hear the implications in the undertones of his voice.

it’s worse if you tell him it was unintentional.

“it’s a new development.” you tug at his hair as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. “you get only one.”

you need to have the upper hand. in a sea of seven men who are constantly demanding things from you, you have to take what you’re dealt with and do something before they overtake you.

he grins. “you’re such a tease. which motherfucker left this on you?”

you know better than to tell him. everyone knows that there’s seven who you’re regularly seeing. but they don’t know the names—not the order. you know better than to give names. these men are as powerful as they are rich, you wouldn’t do anything that’d upset the city’s dynamics.

so you avoid the question, like you’ve always done.

“i can think of better ways you can use that mouth, other than asking silly questions.”

his brow twitches, but he doesn’t do anything else to push you. instead, he smiles into your neck. “only one?”

“only one,” you confirm.

he doesn’t hesitate to take off your necklace. his hands dive to the back of your neck to unclip it and toss it to the side. you let out a yelp in surprise when it clangs onto the coffee table.

“i’ll buy you a better one,” he says in-between open-mouthed kisses on your jawline. “fuck, i’ll buy you a thousand more.”

he sinks down to your collarbone. “’been dreaming of this. my girl, my pretty, pretty girl, wearing reminders of me.”

♡

the two of you are in the comfort of kazuha’s home. wednesdays are reserved for writing, and like always, you’re pinned under his watchful gaze while he writes his thoughts away in his notebook.

with every few scrawls, he peeks over the paper to steal glances at you. you hum, pretending to be blissfully aware. you’re just here as his muse.

as of this moment, you snuggle into your comfortable place in the back of his study, leaning against the window that expands to his backyard that oversees the sunrise and sunset. your own notebook rests on your thighs, your knees pressed close enough to your chest to allow you to write smoothly. kazuha sits across from you, his feet sometimes brushing against yours. if you laid your legs out straight, no doubt that the balls of your feet would meet his waist.

he keeps stealing glances at you. has been for the past hour. no matter how much you try to focus on your own poems, you can’t brush away the feeling of being watched.

his eyes are impeccable, and can spot the marks that occasionally peak underneath your scarf when you move a certain away.

“you let them mark you?” he asks out of the blue. not accusatorily, per se, but you can detect the edge in his voice.

the corners of your lips perk unnaturally. the moment you’d been dreading since you woke up had arrived. you let your eyes soften, as if it could soothe kazuha by any means. with a gentle hand, you reach out to softly grasp his hand that tightens around the edge of his notebook. it’s something he accepts readily, enveloping your hand with his.

“i was meaning to talk to you about this, kazu,” you say tenderly. “it’s just something i’m trying out. everyone gets one. see if everyone’s okay with it.”

kazuha doesn’t say anything. his gaze is fixated on your intertwined hands. “my love, they mark your skin like animals.”

you smile like it’s no trouble. because that’s what you need him to believe. you feel like kazuha’s a loose thread. tug him in the wrong direction, the wrong idea, and he’ll undo the entire sweater.

“it’s only going to be seven,” you reply, trying to lessen the tension.

“it’s better if there’s just one,” he retorts gingerly. “they aren’t gentle at all, are they?”

you don’t like the way his eyes sweep over your entire figure. you hold back a shudder, feeling as if a ghost had just passed through you.

“they are,” you mumble, although you can hardly say it’s true. “don’t you worry kazu, i can handle myself.”

your line of sight flits back to your intertwined hands; he lets go, instead running the pads of his fingers down the back of your hands before settling on your wrist. his hold is firm. it’s not tight enough to cause you pain, but not gentle enough to let you pull away.

“i’m sure you do, love,” he mutters. but the way he says it makes it seem as if he doesn’t believe you.

his eyes connect with yours intently.

the rustle of your clothes shuffling echoes through the quiet study as he pulls your wrist towards his mouth. in doing so, you’re forced to lean forward. his eyes never leave you, not when he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“they just want you for your body,” he says, more to himself than you. “they don’t love you at all. everything would be so much better if you just dropped them. let me take care of it. take care of it all.”

you don’t say anything back. he doesn’t want you to. and even if you did, it wouldn’t be something he��d want to hear. you have bills to pay. you have enemies a wealthy poet wouldn’t be able to defend you from on his own.

his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick a long strip up your wrist, all while looking at you. he presses open-mouthed kisses in the same spot, sucking and nibbling with purpose. in-between kisses, his tongue draws letters on the expanse of your skin in a sentence you’ve begun to fear.

A L L M I N E

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when spring comes, tighnari will sometimes give you hickeys. he’ll do it in the heat of the moment in a passionate rut. he can’t think of anything else but you. how perfect you are for him. how beautiful. how you belong to him.

while he drives his cock into you the only way he knows how, his lips will find their place in the crook of your neck. on the curve of your breasts. on the plush of your thighs. he’ll kiss you like you’re his air.

he’ll whimper into your skin. in that moment, you’re powerless to stop him. his pace is godspeed, pummeling into you like you’re his lifeline. driven to leave his white reminders of his love and devotion into your aching pussy. you can barely hold yourself up steadily. your fingers tremble. overcome with an insurmountable high, you can’t push him away as he leaves hickeys all over your body.

it’s not to send a message to everyone, per se, but to express the feelings he’d been keeping pent up during autumn, winter, and summer. the overwhelming infatuation and adoration he feels for you.

his pension for leaving nonstop hickeys on you starts to settle on the fourth day. and by the end of the week-long rut, they’ve faded just enough that you can cover it up with foundation and expensive jewelry.

but when he’s not blinded by his sexual desperation during the spring, it’s a different story.

it’s a perfectly fine thursday mid-afternoon in the comfort of tighnari’s study when he sees it.

he catches a glimpse of kazuha’s kiss on your wrist when you pass a cup of tea to him. your sleeves ride up just a bit under the beaming sun. you notice too, and are quick to pull back. but it’s too late. the moment he’s set down the cup he’s grabbing onto your wrist and pulling back the sleeve. “what’s this?”

you’re tempted to let out a breath of relief that he didn’t notice the hickey that barely rested on the edge of your collar. when you donned on the turtleneck sweater, you feared that he’d notice it if it slipped down and grow even more livid.

just play it off. pretend. if you’re lucky, by the end of this week, you’ll end up with only six hickeys.

“oh, i must’ve bumped into something.”

tighnari scowls. “this doesn’t seem like an ordinary bruise. how’d you get it?”

you’re scrambling for a believable response. “i was leaning back onto the counter and didn’t realize the corner was there.”

he chuckles. “clumsy you.” his forefinger inches up the slightest bit to press on it.

you wince. subsequently, your entire body tenses. this isn’t like those times where you can lie sweetly to him whenever he asks for you to stay for good. this isn’t like one of those times you can charm your way out of a situation. the way he looks at you is knowing. feral.

“i wasn’t born yesterday, love,” he hisses. “i know a hickey when i see one, especially when i leave them on you every spring.”

the way he kisses you after is rougher than usual. desperate. needy. aggressive. he presses into you, his tail wagging tentatively. he brings your arms to wrap around his neck. his tongue caresses your own, exploring your mouth like it’s a new discovery. a new treasure trove.

he whimpers into the kiss, his little squeaks and moans muffled by his need to devour you.

you close your eyes and let yourself get swept up with the pacing. to get distracted by him. you hardly register the time pass before the two of you are naked, your clothes strewn across the floor in his bedroom.

your back is pressed against his chest, your ass hugging his dick while he slides his hand down the valley between your breasts, stopping to pinch your nipple until it hardens. his other hand is left to its own devices, settling on your waist.

his fingers find themselves in the comfort of your pussy. he whimpers at how amazing you feel around his fingertips. how every time he pulls in and out, there’s squelching noises that almost overtake his little whines and yelps. every time he pushes his fingers back in, your ass presses a little closer to his dick.

he moans like you’re the one pleasuring him. like he’s on the cusp of euphoria, only silencing himself to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.

“it’s m-my turn,” he says in-between whines. “m-my pretty l-little pet.”

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when alhaitham gets home after a long week of working, all he wants to do is relax in warmth of your embrace. friday is his reward.

he eats dinner as always, asking you questions in-between bites while delivering long stares that still make you feel like you’re being researched. but this week, instead of insisting you two spend quality time together reading on the couch, he coaxes you into the bedroom.

he groans into the kiss, pressing you to the wall as he helps you out of your clothes. but when he opens his eyes to admire your body, he doesn’t like what he sees.

he lets out an unamused chuckle. his hand brushes over your shoulder. “what’s this?”

you try to speak, but he cuts you off with another kiss. when you gasp in surprise, his tongue dives into your mouth.

he leaves you breathless; his pace is rough, almost angry.

“what a bad girl you are,” he seethes, “letting all those bastards touch you like that? bruise your pretty, pretty skin?”

he doesn’t let you talk. he envelops your opportunity to reply with his relentless kisses. he presses harder into your mouth, your teeth almost gnashing together. it’s almost painful, as if he wished to bind you two together.

“every friday is my solace, my holiday, didn’t you know?”

you gasp for air. “i-”

“i’m not done yet.” he brings his lips to yours for another hungry kiss. “every week i work so hard so i can see you, cherish you, and this is how you repay me? i thought you were my good girl.”

he chuckles darkly. “but you’re just a bad apple, aren’t you? i’ll have to fix that.”

he continues to kiss you. to ravish you with his mouth. he swallows your moans, his hands eagerly exploring your body like it’s his first time. and like always, his hands find their place on your chest.

“i’ve always loved your breasts: the way they curve, the way they sway so sweetly every time you arch your back for me, how your nipples perk up with every caress of mine.” he flicks one and you yelp.

“those imbeciles really have no intelligence at all.” he licks a long stripe in-between the valley of your breasts. “your body is a canvas.”

his eyes connect with yours, beckoning your gaze. a silent connection, a guarantee that you’re looking at him. at what he’s doing. at what he’s making you feel.

he stares at you attentively, and once again you feel like you’re being studied. every gasp that comes from your lips. every twitch of your brows. every time your eyelids flutter is under his watchful gaze like it’s the only thing his sight is for. like he’s a scientist researching the cure to his very own hunger.

his lips find purchase just on the edge of your areola, sucking intently. “to mark you is a form of art.”

he relishes in the way you shudder. but he needs more.

with one hand on your waist, his other comes up to fondle your other breast, craving for more reaction.

“only idiots wouldn’t be able to realize it.”

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unlike all of the other saturdays, where you’re probably swept up in the grand scheme of things (attending formal events, meeting politicians, or shopping like ayato’s wallet depended on it), you’re lounging in ayato’s home office on a calm evening.

the two of you decided to end things a bit earlier today and relax a bit. and by that, you suggested to spend some quality time alone so that you didn’t need to walk anymore. although you prided yourself on stamina and tolerance to soreness, even you couldn’t keep up after just about a week of aggressive men fucking their jealousy into you.

“it was hot today,” ayato mutters lazily as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. your head rests on the plush of his thigh, just as he likes it. “are you sure that you’re comfortable in that turtleneck, love?”

you curl into yourself a little bit more, tugging the collar up. “yes, i’m perfectly fine.”

you’re not fine. you’ve been sweating up a storm underneath your sweater but you were adamant on ending this week with six hickeys instead of seven. your stubbornness refused you the pleasure of ice-cold showers to wash away how your clothes burned you.

he pouts. “are you sure? you look awfully uncomfortable, dear. you can take a shower in my bathroom, if you’d like.” he smiles. “i won’t look, promise.”

you turn to look at him, contemplating. on one hand, you don’t believe anything good will come out of undressing in ayato’s house. you don’t believe his promise, either. if you knew him any better, he’d walk into the shower on the grounds of saving water, where he’d see all the hickeys imbued into your skin. while diluc, childe, and kazuha’s marks were getting a little faded, you doubt you could somehow explain alhaitham and tighnari’s hickeys.

but on the other hand, you’d been in this sweater for a whole day already. and your skin was started to get irritated. you felt gross with all of the sweat you’d accumulated. maybe five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

you smile like there’s nothing to worry about. like you’re an adoring lover. like you’re whoever ayato wants you to be. you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he warmly receives.

“okay. i’ll be back soon.”

he chuckles as you get up from his lap to head to the shower. you had to be quick.

you all but run to the bathroom once you’re out of sight. you head to ayato’s bedroom where some of your clothes are. dresses, lingerie, t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and all other items of clothing he’s ever bought you hang neatly in his closet. you pluck whatever seems practical and make a break for the shower.

you slip off the diamond ring he’d given you months ago. you all but slam it onto the counter, relieved your ring finger can breathe for once.

the quicker you take, the more likely you can shower without incident.

but the moment you’ve stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped secure around your torso, to your horror, the door opens.

“hey, love, i was wondering—”

just before you can close the door shut on him, his eyes connect to the discoloring on your shoulder.

regardless of his discovery, you move to usher him out. but mid-way, your feet are halted in the middle of the bathroom floor. the words are crawling in your mouth. you want to tell him that you’d like to shower in peace, tell it to him teasingly, but you don’t think you can.

that’s not what he wants. that’s not what pays the bills.

you offer a tight-lipped smile. “like what you see?”

he paces towards you, caressing your shoulder. he leans closer to you, examining the color, the shape, the size. “hm, so that’s how they want to play this game,” he whispers, ignoring your question entirely.

his hands gently tug at your towel. he smiles. “won’t you open up for me, love?”

he guides your hands as you drop the towel, revealing alhaitham’s mark.

“hm.” he looks at you as if he’s silently critiquing an art piece. “i see what’s going on here.”

he takes the ring that you left behind on the counter and works to slide it slowly onto your finger again. “you almost forgot to wear the symbol of our love, dear.”

“oh, it must’ve slipped my mind.” it’s like there’s cotton in your mouth. your throat feels dry.

he chuckles at that. “poor thing. my poor lover can be so forgetful.”

his eyes drift down to your chest.

he presses a kiss above your breasts, where your heart is.

“she almost forgets that she’s mine.”

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even if he’s your designated sunday, if you aren’t careful enough, kaeya will create a week full of trouble for you.

when he eats you out, he becomes pussy-drunk. he kisses your lower lips like it’s his prize. his reward for working so hard this week. his tongue runs up your pussy to your clit in a slow, deliberate stroke.

when he reaches your clit, he lets his mouth mold over your nub. he licks at it gently, cherishing it like it’s his only rose on a lonely valentine’s day.

he makes love to you like he’s reached his happily ever after. his lewd slurping overshadows the shuffling of the sheets, your moans. when he dips his tongue into your cunt, he whimpers.

his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place. even when you’re overstimulated, begging for a break, he won’t let you go. he savors the way you tremble so cutely under his touch. how your cum leaks out of you in small streams after your fifth release. he’s immersed in your cunt, yearns to make out with your lower lips while his nose nudges at your clit.

it’s too much. the feeling of your climax is so overwhelming.

he wants you to feel this euphoria, to remind you of how he feels every time he looks at you.

he wants you so much. so fucking much it hurts him when he can’t see you. when he can’t hold you. when he can’t be with you like a real lover. he needs you like he needs air. he needs to feel you wrapped around him to give him life. to give him purpose.

that’s why when you’re so swept up in the feeling of a constant climax, when your legs feel numb, he gets so carried away.

if you don’t catch him in time, kaeya will leave secretive hickeys along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds. he needs the others to know he’s staking his claim.

to know he’s making you feel so good that there’s definitive proof.

at the end of the week, when you see him again after seven days of trying to calm down the jealous storm among your seven sugar daddies, he’ll grin.

it’s that same devious smirk he gives you at candlelight dinners, except it isn’t one to mask his vulnerabilities with charisma and one-liners. it’s one to tell you that he knows exactly what he’s done.

he knows what he wants, and he’s finally had enough of the fucking waiting.

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