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Akihiro's Character Shift- From Counterculturally Queer to Marketable and Normative

Akihiro is one of the few bisexual, men of color characters in cape comics. He has a relatively lengthy history as an antagonistic character who has shown various dimensions of complexity and inner conflict over the years. Fans have historically been drawn to the nuances of the character and his queer identity has always been an important rarity the character brought to comics.

Part of recognizing those nuances is also acknowledging that historically, Akihiro’s bisexuality and attraction to men has not always been portrayed perfectly. The other part is also recognizing the cultural context during his inception and what that has meant for queer fans.

Yes, Akihiro was an antagonist, yes, he fit some unfortunate tropes. That said, there were aspects of his original characterization that resonated with queer fans and still matter today, aspects that have unfortunately been lost as his character has transitioned more into a “good” guy. 

Over the past 5 years; Akihiro has been characterized more as a hero. Alongside this moral shift in the character…his queerness has also conveniently been sanded off. This post  is meant to analyze Akihiro’s history and significance as a queer male character and how that has been lost since his “redemption” that started off in X-Factor (2021) and defines much of how he’s portrayed to this day.

 With his redemption, Akihiro has become a consistent player in the x-books, constantly having a book appearance since X-Factor, unlike any other queer character at Marvel. Seriously, he hasn’t had a break. After X-Factor, he appeared in Marauders, Alpha Flight, Hellverine (a mini and then an ongoing), Spirits of Vengeance and as of writing, Inglorious X-Force. That’s a lot of push the character is getting, more than he ever has gotten before, across several different titles and creators. 

He has consistently appeared monthly more often than any other queer character at Marvel right now, since his character shift.  And yet…it’s with this same push that his queer identity has been stripped and he’s been modified into something more digestible and marketable to cishet male readers. This is a far cry from the essence of the character that defined his impact. 

To demonstrate this, let's start by looking at who Akihiro was before his “redemption” era and how queerness was an active ingredient in framing him.

Akihiro was introduced as the “Anti-Logan” in many ways. A queer, antagonistic man with dark nail polish, tattoos and a penchant for power and hedonism, the perfect villain and foil for the broody, masculine and heteronormative protagonist that is Wolverine. It’s important to remember the cultural context here, much of his core characterization discussed here had occurred during 2007-2009. 

During much of this characterization; explicit queer representation barely existed in comics. Upon Akihiro’s creation, there hadn’t even been a gay kiss in comics. Let that sink in. 

Rictor and Shatterstar didn’t get to have their kiss until 2009 in X-Factor #45, this marked the first gay kiss in a mainstream superhero comic. Wiccan and Hulkling, arguably the most popular and impactful gay couple in comics, didn’t get to have their first kiss until Children’s Crusade #9 in 2010. 

This timeframe is incredibly important when looking at Akihiro’s flawed but impactful writing as a queer man. We didn’t have much of anything, and yet here is this queer,  mysterious, attractive and fae man, who is related to Logan. His writing at the time cultivated some negative stereotypes, but it was juxtaposed with subversive characterization that stuck with the character and his queer fans.

Not only was he one of the only openly queer characters in comics at this time, his overt, in-your-face and tantalizing approach to same sex desire, alongside his brazen and elegant aesthetic was refreshing, and all of this was deeply intentional. 

Matt Fraction described him as  “erudite, cultured and flamboyant” and as "the metrosexual Wolverine.” Marjorie Liu, a fan favorite writer of the character, described him as “elegant”, preferring to use his brain over his brawns, and that his sexuality is ultimately about control. 

These traits are immediately divergent from the gritty, heteronormative and masculine ideals of Logan’s archetype. Logan would hardly be described as “metrosexual” and “elegant”, and his sexuality was always relatable and palpable to straight men. The loving man to the foreign and beautiful Mariko, or the brooding, misunderstood  man to the gorgeous and ambiguously available Jean Grey, etc. 

This divergent characterization “othered” Akihiro, and put him in a distinct category. This is essentially what made him resonate with queer fans. This symbolized a countercultural approach to male sexuality, especially pertaining to same sex desire.  His willingness to unapologetically flaunt, seduce, and tease men in a narrative context where we were barely allowed to be shown two men kissing was refreshing.  

He was even drawn in ways that emphasized his attractive, and lean body.  All with a dash of feminine elegance; his eyes were often drawn pretty, his nails were painted dark and his Mohawk flew around like a regal but daunting mane. 

Again, it cannot be emphasized enough that queer characters weren’t even allowed to kiss during this period, let alone showcase much overt same sex desire. This context reinforced a culture of shame.

Akihiro stood out because he was anything but ashamed when it came to his desires and sexuality. This unabashedly queer point of view allowed for extremely memorable character interactions that challenged expectations around what interactions between men could be like. 

Specifically, Akihiro’s overt and unashamed queer sexuality gave him the vantage point to deconstruct expectations amongst canonically cishet men like Johnny Storm and Bullseye. The former had been read as queer for years, and his interactions with Akihiro was the closest the character has gotten to explicitly express same sex desire. 

Bullseye presented a unique interaction; Akihiro using his sexuality to get under the skin of a male character, causing sexual frustration and tension, leading to fun character interactions and conflicts. 

These types of dynamics are usually reserved for femme fatale women like Catwoman, Black Cat or Emma Frost, but Akihiro being a man allows for a queer subversion of these expectations. The impact was massive, and both Johnny/Akihiro and Bullseye/Akihiro are popular dynamics that still receive fan content to this very day. 

Akihiro was able to make straight men uncomfortable even, treating them the way they often treat women. While some may view this as offensive, it gives Akihiro a sense of power in relation to his sexuality and how he expresses it with different men, in different contexts. 

In some ways, these interactions represented a bit of a power fantasy that many queer men never get to live due to the aforementioned culture of shame. A badass, sexy man, who was able to get under the skin of straight men, frustrate them, tease them, but still be the power player in control. He didn’t have to conform, or hide, or blend in. He tantalized the other men in the room, using his charm, confidence and presentation as “other.” 

This added depth to the queer literature base in comics; Akihiro represented a countercultural intrigue that was distinct from his contemporaries, adding to the diverse pool of queer perspectives that existed in Marvel Comics. Other queer characters were less sexually charged, imposing or as open about their desires for the same sex. Those characters still matter just as much, but a diverse literature base is when different vantage points can co-exist. Akihiro truly was the “Anti-Logan”, and there was still so much potential with his character, especially with his meaningful connection with his sisters. 

Fans got excited again when he appeared in Iceman’s solo ongoing in 2017, written by Sina Grace. The previews oozed sexual tension, and conflict. Male/Male dynamics that feature an anti hero/antagonist and a superhero like Bobby still do not really exist in comics. 

Most of the standard gay couples in comics are idealized and lacked palpable tension, conflict or sexual energy. Akihiro and Bobby could represent something different and again; countercultural. Fanart and fanfiction began pouring in, similar to what had happened with Bullseye and Johnny Storm. Sadly, the two men didn’t end up together as the Iceman run ended too soon, but fans still create fan content of them to this day, imagining a chaotic, tense but fun and exhilarating dynamic between two openly queer men. 

And then came the Krakoa era. Leah Williams is a writer with a…messy history of handling queer themes and non white characters. She received some backlash on her X-Tremists run for focusing on Betsy and Blob as a romantic pairing, despite advertising her book as queer. The book itself did explore some queer aspects near the end but “Blobsy” remained the main, multi issue romantic push. Due to this, and her questionable handling of an Asian character in the same book, some Akihiro fans were a bit worried when she mentioned she would be including the character in her X-Factor run. 

For many of us, those worries quickly came to fruition. Like X-Tremists, Williams markets this book as queer but the romantic content predominantly focuses on a budding relationship between Akihiro and Aurora, completely changing Akihiro’s character in the process;  from a complicated, countercultural  antagonist/anti-hero, into a very buff, masculine, “himbo” who has random and shoehorned feelings for Aurora, a character he has never interacted with before and knows nothing about. 

This is the beginning of the rebranding of Akihiro as a likeable hero, as his countercultural, queer qualities begin to strip away as he becomes more of a traditional, male hero, not too different from his father. Some art even has him looking exactly like him, a far cry from the “anti Wolverine” he originally started off as.

To Williams’ credit, she still references Akihiro’s bisexuality, but she has changed every other aspect of who he is in order to fit a rather gendered relationship with a straight, white woman. His appearance, framing and mannerisms are completely different from before. His lean, feminine features are gone away with and he is suddenly quite broad and muscular. 

His antagonistic qualities such as his selfishness, need for power and control, and his hedonism are gone away with, and his new, quirky and likable qualities are only shown in the context of Aurora, as if he just needed to find the right girl this whole time.

After Williams’ book is unceremoniously cancelled, Steve Orlando’s era with the character begins and is overall much, much better. He sadly retains Williams’ Aurora relationship but he introduces a male lover  into Akihiro’s past, though the whole thing is still ultimately a flashback relationship that won’t really be referenced again. Additionally, Orlando actually references and builds a bit on Akihiro’s antagonistic past. His stint with the character was short lived however. Unfortunately, he still continued with the baggage of Williams’ run as opposed to doing away with it, which leads into the next storyline.

After some hijinx involving death and rebirth, Akihiro becomes the Hellverine and Benjamin Percy first writes a mini series and then a 10 issue ongoing featuring the character. This was Akihiro’s first solo feature since Marjorie Liu’s run with the character in 2009. None of this resonated with readers in comparison, as it was cancelled very quickly. Thankfully, the Aurora relationship seems to have ended but the damage has been done. 

Continuing  from Williams’ sanitization of the character, Akihiro becomes even more of a Logan lite. All of the things that made him countercultural are completely filtered out. 

He is inelegant, broody, and masculine, through and through. His interest in men is not referenced even once throughout the run. His nail polish is now completely gone, and as are the flashy and eye catching looks.  In essence, he has regressed full circle from the “anti-Logan” to “Logan-lite”, with no more distinct voice or characterization. He’s the broody, cool man with claws.  

This was convenient for Marvel, as “Hellverine” is a brand that can market to the same cishet male audience that enjoys Logan, a demographic that is not particularly accepting of countercultural, queer narratives. Look at this:

This is who Akihiro appeals to now, and this transition began in 2021 with Williams’ X-Factor.

Continuing the trend, Tim Seeley included the character in his current run of Inglorious X-Force, and right away, from the first issue, he is clearly setting up a relationship of some kind for Akihiro with the one, available woman in the team: Boom Boom, a character who he has never had any interest or interaction with before. 

But hey, she’s hot and available and that’s all it takes to show a man/woman relationship right? As of writing, his attraction to men has not been referenced in roughly 2-3 years. It also should be noted that Tim Seeley is known for creating erotic works such as Moneyshots, and the choice for him to write books that target cishet men at the expense of everyone else, such as Rogue: Savage Land and Psylocke: Ninja is no mere coincidence.

It’s overtly marketing to the same audience that Akihiro once was countercultural against, in a very queer way. Him getting with Boom Boom was about as predictable as paint drying on the wall. 

It’s obvious to say that none of this is coincidental. Akihiro’s same sex desire, his flamboyance, his theatrics, his self confidence in his sexuality and autonomy over his countercultural desires are all fundamentally linked. If one of those qualities get stripped away, they all do, and we are left with a character with no distinct voice or perspective, but is easily marketable to Logan’s straight male fans.

And that’s where we are at. As previously mentioned, it’s his countercultural traits that make Akihiro a distinct and important piece of the queer literature base of comics. Without that, his writing would have much less impact. Look at the fan content that existed and still gets produced that features his pre 2021 characterization. We all know whatever modern relationship or character tick he received won’t have the same impact as the countercultural icon from the past. That’s my Akihiro. And I grieve what he once was and could have been. 

I hope we get to see that Akihiro again, and even if we won’t, well it’s clear which one is living on amongst the fandom and which one isn’t. 

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Dark Desires

older, best friends dad!Logan x reader

summary: a week ago you found yourself drunk texting your best friends dad; something that should've been a mistake, but you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would know everything you'd kept from him all those years. You'd been thinking about it for longer than you'd care to admit; adding to the fantasy. so what happens when logan finally indulges you..

warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, F!Receiving oral, PIV smut, prone bone and missionary, Somnophilla (technically??), daddy kink, roleplay?? pussy sniffing?? Kind of voyeurism? But the person is very much asleep. Also tagging this for dubcon but it’s more pre established consent/free use and slight CNC vibes depending on how you view it? Tagged this the best i believe i can but ultimately you are responsible for your media consumption.

A/N: i don't know where this came from, other than i had a glass of wine and a naughty thought. i tried real hard on this and its a little darker than i usually write- not to mention longer- but i hope yall enjoy a filth filled piece of my intoxicated brain anyway. Et voilà.

Masterlist Words: little over 4k (oop- longest thing ive ever written.. i got carried away..)

Your heart is hammering away inside of your chest so insistently that it feels like your ribs are bruised and your breasts are trying to punch their way out of your dress.

You're still wearing the stupid thing and Laura is drinking another mimosa. Part of you is grateful for that. Yet while you want her drunk and snoring tonight, part of you can't help trying to stop her.

You make eye contact, give her the look. Tell her to slow down because you two have been down this road before. She gets wild, has fun for half an hour, and then spends the rest of the night dizzy in a bathroom asking deep philosophical questions like why do my eyes hurt? And why do guys suck? And do i still have puke in my hair?

But if she's drunk tonight, just enough to sleep like the dead, then what?

You set your own drink aside to check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time this hour and lift a shaky thumb to your texts.

You've read the thread again and again and again, and still you don't quite believe it. The party swirls around you. A hurricane of sound and the smell of cocktails is sour in your nose. You feel the heat of your friends, your fellow graduates. one day lawyers, doctors, professors, professionals in their field; and yet here you are reading over the texts again.

You feel like a little girl and yet simultaneously the most grown of women because you have a secret, a dirty little secret.

You were nearly as drunk as Laura is now when you sent the first text a week ago. You were celebrating the end of finals and you were curled up in bed after a long night out.

One of your other friends had flirted with the bartender. You'd told the girl to stop and Laura had reached from her stool and pinched your leg. Asking if you'd ever needed something so badly that you actually made a bad decision.

Everyone had laughed, all except you.

You know she was teasing and complimenting in the same breath. You're a good girl and everybody knows it. Reliable, honest and never involved with the wrong kind of guys.. Always a reason to why you were too busy to bother. You were studying, too busy hanging out with Laura. Too busy prepping for school, internships and the next two decades of your life.

You're no angel, although of course, no one was. You've had your share of regrettable hookups and disappointing boyfriends, but nothing that set your world alight. Nothing worth risking anything for.

But maybe what Laura had said thread under your skin more than you'd like to admit. Maybe you were just drunk enough to ignore the obvious risk.. Or was it that you'd been thinking about him for an indecently long amount of time?

So with finals over, diploma practically in hand. There was nothing preventing years of pent up lust from sending a jolt down between your legs, setting a crackling fire in your heart and making you sweat. Dripping down your neck, stomach, that spot on your lower back, they all tingled as you crouched on the corner of your bed and wrote a single text.

You: I need something.

You sent it. Had forced yourself to before you chickened out and immediately regretted it. You thought you'd worded it in such a way that you could play it off, pretend it didn't happen.

But you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would read those three words and know everything you'd kept from him all those years. Every dirty thought, every horny fantasy, everything.

It was all right there in the text. 2am on a Thursday night and truly it could only mean one thing. You put the phone down, tried to make yourself go to sleep.

Logan was an older man with a life. A job, house and a child- your best friend- and you were sure he wouldn't even see the stupid thing until the morning when you could say you meant to message Laura. Not him, not her father. But then you picked up the phone again, half panicked and ready to change your mind, when you'd saw those little dots.

That meant he was writing something back, at 2am on a Thursday night, either in bed or his limo.

Logan: You need to go to sleep

Of course.. Responsible. That was the responsible thing to do. And you would do just that. But first you'd just write a quick text to apologize. Say it was the wrong number and sleep this off; pretend it didn't happen for the rest of your lives.

But.. what if, for once in your life, it could be easy? What if Logan did know everything? What if.. There was something else? Because that was how this all started, hadn't it?

You'd always felt something more, saw something different in his worn eyes, his gruff demeanor. Heard something he was saying when he really wasn't saying anything at all.

Or.. Was it all in your head? Was this only ever a one way infatuation? A young woman's crush, a dark fantasy that only grew darker with each new kink you discovered in yourself? Losing all confidence, you texted back.

You: sorry. Wrong number.

And that was that- or it should've been that- If it was only ever a one way street. You put the phone down, tried desperately to keep your eyes closed, but the moment you heard the phone buzz again you peek.

Logan: Is that true sweetheart?

Oh no, no. it wasn't true at all. You knew he knew exactly who'd texted and why; what you wanted him to do. You'd been thinking about it for years. Adding to the fantasy. Soaking your sheets in the middle of the night when you couldn't sleep, all that brought a temporary relief. If only for a little while; So, you text back.

You: No

Just that. A simple No.

Logan: You telling a lie?

You: Not exactly

Logan: So you wanted my attention then?

You: Wanted? No Logan.. Need.

And yes, you know need is a very strong word.

Logan: You feel very strongly about that huh? Strong feelings can be dangerous sweetheart.

You: what if i want something dangerous.

You answered back with the most honest thing you could say. And then there was a pause, a very long pause, in which you could see no dots, and even started to wonder if he'd abandoned you. Left you on read.

A thousand images erupted in your mind, different versions of him sitting and staring at your number- your words. Those cheap reading glasses perched on his nose as he wondered if this was some kind of game.

But if it was a game.. Logan was ready to play and after a few minutes your phone dings again.

Logan: you're being a real bad girl tonight, aren't you?

And then it wasn't your best friend's father you were texting. Well, it very much was- that was the crux of it, wasn't it? But now it was also the man. The man on the other side of the phone who was paying close attention.

You: Yes, daddy. very, very bad.

Now, In the darkness of his daughter's room, You imagine colors swirling on her ceiling. Your heart restless like a caged animal and there is a knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter by the second.

You don't know how long you've been lying here. 5 minutes or 5 hours. But you know you can't possibly wait another moment... But then you do, because you have to.

You haven't heard from Logan all day and that makes you afraid. Really genuinely afraid that He's forgotten or changed his mind.

Because, well, it's just you and Laura in here, isn't it? You're lying on the floor, a lumpy pillow under your head, and a spare, slightly musty blanket folded under your breasts.

Laura is snoring away in her bed, her limbs tangled with a stuffed animal almost the size of her- one you'd won her from a carnival. It was like old times, she slurred drunkenly. The three of you huddled together in her bed, giggling and watching some crappy reality show.

She'd tried to get you to join her and the animal in the bed, but you'd said no. Insisted that it was too hot tonight. That you'd rather be able to spread out on the floor. Fortunately, by the time you made it up to Laura's room, she was too far gone to argue.

Unfortunately, now though, there's a very drunk girl in her bed beside you, a possible witness to your depravity. And so you lie there, staring at the ceiling and forcing yourself not to text. Not to call. To just ignore the nagging doubt in your gut.

And yet again, you still find yourself opening the text thread. Reading through the things you told him, the things he'd told you. A formed plan and line after line of you promising things. All of the 'Yes, daddy I want this' the 'Please do that to me' The repetitive 'ill be a good girl, Promise' And then, at the very bottom, a safe word. It was when you'd agreed on the safe word that you knew this was for real. Not a fiction in a book or a fantasy playing out in a movie.

The word. Kitty. An inside joke from years ago. The word proof that all the little confidences and conversations held an attraction you were both willing to hide for the sake of decency

But.. you don't want to be decent anymore. You'd confided your fantasy, one that you had dreamt so many nights. Wished for it in the hot, comfortable haven of Laura's bed every time you'd stayed over. The thought of her older, attractively gruff father coming to you in the night and making you submit to his secret lust.

Of him pulling your panties to the side while Laura slept untroubled. Logan ravishing you while you whispered and mewled 'please, daddy, make me your filthy slut'

You've always been his filthy slut, haven't you? Deep In your heart. The thought is turning the wet spot between your legs into a soggen menace. You've been horny before, You've been needy before, but never like this- because you've never tried something like this.

Never wanted something badly enough to ask for it; or even beg for it. This was a dream, a dirty desire, a secret yearning never to be true.

Then you'd drunk texted. You told him and he'd responded, not with shock or disgust, but enthusiasm, cautious enthusiasm. But it was still only text messages. You haven't spoken to him yet, not properly at least. Even when you saw him walk in at the party, or in the limo on the way back to Laura's. You couldn't bring yourself to say a word. Your mouth was so dry, cheeks so hot. Laura had laughed and said you were flushed in the backseat- a lightweight to end all lightweights- when in fact you haven't had a drop to drink tonight.

You're going to throw your phone at the wall, you swear it. But No, that would probably wake her up. Instead, you conclude that you're going to find your pants, and you're going to leave this house and never come back. You love Laura but you can't bear it, can't believe you trusted him with this. You can't lie here and torment yourself about your decisions a minute longer about your need.

Then, your heart leaps into your throat. phone dropping onto your chest with a soft thud. Quickly you brush it off and turn onto your stomach. Your head hitting the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and pulse racing like you've run a marathon.

Through your closed eyelids, you see the glow of the hall light from the open door, only for it to vanish moments later. Either the door has closed or the light's been turned off, but you're not sure which because blood is racing so loudly in your ears. Breath escaping in overwhelming gasps.

Do you hear calculated heavy footsteps or is that your imagination? You struggle to listen for Laura. Is she awake or still sleeping? The tension so tight in your chest that you begin to feel dizzy, almost nauseous. Then comes the creak of the floor at the foot of your makeshift bed, the unmistakable presence of another person in the room, their eyes on you.

You can't stop your body from trembling slightly as the sheet is softly yanked away. Adrenaline courses through your veins, making your body buzz with anticipation.

Your legs are bare the cool air of Laura's bedroom. You're laying on your stomach. Face pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched shut as if you're locked into a deep, drunken sleep- like you should be.

Your legs are splayed out, dark lacey panties riding up the crevice of your ass. One of your ass cheek's indecently exposed... then a rough touch caresses over the swell of that exposed cheek, two big exploring hands, gliding over you.

You hear the grunt of a man, and you know it can only be Logan. He's the only other person home.

Your heart is beating so hard you're afraid you're going to pass out. Laura is on the bed, sleeping mere feet away, and her father is groping you in your supposed sleep.

So the question becomes: are you dreaming now? or are you praying this is as far as he'll go?

when Logan pull's the fabric of your panties to the side, you know he's willing to go much further. He's quiet in the darkness around you, but he's big and the house is old; the floor creaking and groaning as he readjust's his heavy weight.

Your panties are roughly hiked over one cheek of your ass, the sound of ripping lace filling your ears. Logan's hot breath roll's over your ass and the tremble in your limbs becomes a full shiver.

You can feel his scruffy face so close to your body, Feel his nose against the crevice of your ass as he roves lower. Dipping further until his mouth- his nose - is pressed into the folds of your bared cunt.

You hear how he inhales deeply, toes curling in response. Your fingers lay over Laura's spare pillow, the case tight in your grip. He's smelling you, nuzzling against your dampening skin not once, but many times. Lewdly breathing in your scent like a dog that's found something it likes.

His calloused hands spread you open so he can breathe deeper still and when hes as deep into your cunt as his face will allow, his wet tongue slides out to lick at you. You cannot stifle your moan at the feeling, immediately biting your lip to keep from growing any louder.

But with this the culmination of so many fevered late night fantasies, you dont know if you are dreaming.

His wide tongue laps at your swollen clit, swiping open the seam of your pussy and to the point just shy of your tighter hole. You hear logan growl into your wet slit like a monster unleashed from beneath the bed. Feeling how how his licks grow stronger, longer and twice as ravenous as he steadily turn your pussy into a drooling, dripping mess.

He laps at you in the quiet darkness of Laura's room, calculated and experienced as you fight to not to cry out. The pressure of an impending orgasm building so tight in your body that it feels time you woke up.

And so you take a deep breath, a rough gasped sound falling out too. Your fingers claw at the pillow as you flex your lower half.

"Hmm?"You grumble, pretending to bat away the cobwebs of sleep. "Wha-whats happening, What are you doing?" You ask, voice thick with mock confusion.

Within moments you feel Logan's tongue retreat from your pussy, a weight so much heavier than your own crawl over your half naked body. You feel him pressed tight against you, still clothed if the scratchy fabric tells you anything, but an unmistakable bulge is hidden inside. Hard and large against your ass you feel Logan's arm rub against your shoulder. A big hand sliding over your mouth.

"Quiet, sweetheart" he growls in your ear. "Daddy's had enough of your teasing"

Another large hand slides beneath your sleep shirt to cup your tender tits, The nipples diamond hard against Logan's palm. You cant help but moan into his hand as you plead.

"Please. Didn't mean to tease" its a wine, petulant in tone.

"Course you didnt.. Shame S' Too late now" he whispers against your ear, teeth biting into your earlobe. The hand on your breast trails down. Right the way down to his slacks.

"B-but Laura" You warn him in a whispered panic, hearing the sound of a zipper sliding down. you struggle teasingly, hips bucking back against him. Its not enough to cause a scene or enough to wake your sleeping friend- his sleeping daughter- but just enough to make him pin your body down. Enough for you to feel a fraction of his real strength.

Logan's muscles bulge from the effort of caging you against the floor and spreading your legs.

"Nuh uh, Stay still. Stay right where ive got you" he murmurs darkly in your ear, voice a low rumble. the words fire through you like liquid lightning as you bite into his palm, not to fight but to restrain a high pitched moan that you fear could wake the neighbors- not just Laura.

"nothing you can do now sweetheart, just gotta take it" Logan says and you hear the mocking smile in the words, feel the throb of his thick cock as it emerges from the confines of his pants. "Kept telling me you were a good girl, so show me"

With your stomach flat against the ground, legs spread wide beneath him, you can do nothing but tremble as his cock slips between your legs. The cock belonging to your best friend's father sliding deliciously across that little bundle of nerves that sparks a whimper of pleasure.

Your eyes roll back as Logans hips buck, cock brushing your clit again, running up and down your slit torturously slow. "fuuuck, you feel that? How hard you've got my cock?"

You're kicking your legs now, moving your hips. It could be viewed as a struggle but its not, not really, you're just so desperately excited you can't keep still.

"Don't need to fight me baby. Just let daddy in hm? let it happen sweetheart."

And then he's pushing inside your body in one heavy thrust; slow and impossibly deep. The weight of him inside your cunt making you mewl against his palm. All the years of secret yearning, wet fantasies and subtle flirtations have all led to this moment.

It doesn't take many thrusts before your tongue is rolling out of your mouth, licking wetly against his palm like a grateful dog- a bitch in heat. You try to use it to muffle the moan that follows, a pitiful sound mixed with pleasure, like you're ashamed to be in the situation.

Used and humiliated around logans cock.

Its push followed by retreat, a half thrust and then withdrawal over and over. "So fucking tight" Logan growls as you wiggle your ass, not certain if your trying to squirm further in to his grip or out.

He's stretching your walls apart, the burn of his size delicious with each heavy he offers. Each bringing a pulsing throb on your clit. "Yeaaaa, that's it, take it like a good girl.." he groans. "S' what you wanted isn't it."

Logans right, this is exactly what you wanted and more. His body trembles atop yours from the exertion, balls squeezed against your ass, his hand on and off clenching around your breast. His thrusts picking up in pace as you struggle and squirm to keep quiet even under his palm

"L-logan" you whimper as he pushes particularly deep, pussy squelching lewdly from your arousal, his hand barley muffling the word. He knows your close before you do, can feel your cunt clenching desperately.

"Getting fucked so good your gonna cum sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, panting into it. "C'mon, tell daddy how good his cock feels."

"S-so good.. F-fuck yes daddy, please"

You whine and It is a struggle to pry his strong hand off your mouth to get the words out.

"Go on sweetheart. Cum, coat my fuckin cock. Show me this cute little pussy is mine"

and then his big hand clamps back over your lips as he begins to fuck you into the floor. Your orgasm crashes over you in burning waves. Every stroke becoming an ecstatic agony, overstimulation starting to buzz over your bones. Its a constant struggle to hold your moans and neither of you can move properly for the risk of waking Laura .

But Logans hips remain unrelenting, Fucking you prone on your friends floor. His balls swinging, swatting unbearably at your clit with every entry. The heat of him and being trapped against the floor is almost unbearable, but so is having to keep your whimpers quiet. sweat beads hot on your brow

you can hear his own desperate attempts at staying quiet. Broken only by muffled groans, grunts of exertion, and primal chesty growls as your cunt clenches wetly around him.

Yet the discomfort of overstimulation is no match for the absolute bliss of your submission. Your toes curling so hard you're on the verge of a cramp.

The friction between your clit, Logan's cock and the floor builds to an intolerable pressure. Something must give way. The temptation to lose all control and scream his name too great. Now that possibility of you blacking out is too dangerous to ignore. So you say it the word.

"Kitty!"

Not because you want to, but because in this moment you have to. Almost as soon as the word leaves your lips and sinks into the pillow, wet from saliva and tears, you feel his body shudder. muscles seizing while a heavy groan sounding out into the skin of your neck.

"you okay?" he pants softly worry creasing his brow. "Was it too much?"

Your wordless and it worries him. Making him pull back, cock slipping free with a hushed hiss as he helps you shift onto your back, so he can look at you properly.

Your hands rise, fingers caressing his scruffy cheeks. "M'okay" you pant, eyes on him. "wasn't too much. Promise."

No, in fact, It was just right- before it all overwhelmed you that is. Now? now you just want to hold him, make love to him. Hold onto something- someone that isn't really yours. Eye to eye, your mouth slides back over his, legs spread back open, ready to welcome his length back inside. Without a word you buck your hips down, beckoning him to fuck you again.

Things are much quieter this time. Pace slowed to deep grinds rather than shallow thrusts, pleasure once again coiling in your gut as you lean up to watch his cock disappear inside.

"Feel so good sweetheart, my good girl" he coos, lips against yours as his hand slips back to cup your breast. "My good girl with a fuckin perfect body"

You keep your eyes on logan, blissful smile across your face, and for this moment he's not your best friends father. Not with the way he's gazing down at you with a mixture of lust and long held affection. "always wanted you" he whispers, hand moving back from your breast to cup your cheek. "But I would have kept that secret forever.."

You squeeze him to your chest, heart stuttering at the admission as you lock your arms behind his neck, legs tight around logans waist. You whimper back his name, a plea on your tongue.

"Want you to cum logan.. Please, need to feel it"

You want it more than anything, to feel his cum pushed inside you; for it to drip out later as a downright filthy reminder. You kiss his neck, then cheek, and finally his lips. You want Logan to claim you right here on the floor, right under her nose and you know it makes you a bad friend. Your eyes roll back, hands clawing down his chest as you feel yourself giving up all thought to the rush that flows down the center of your body. The one that begins and ends in the wet, sticky place between your legs, Where the sensitive bud of your clit pulses like a dying star.

it's then he growls much too loud, and you respond back in a whimper, lips pressing tight as you cum together in panted kisses. Him pumping hot heady ropes of cum inside your cunt without reservation or regret as you clench in a vice grip around him.

Tomorrow you will be sore, you know it for a fact. But Tonight.. Tonight You can revel in a fantasy made flesh, your flesh and Logans wrapped around each tight. You drag weak fingers down through his damp hair, then his back, feeling the way his shirt is soaked through with sweat.

Logans panting has subsided by now, breaths no longer crackling besides your ear. He plants mouthy kisses at the juncture of your neck, ever so gently, like a sated wolf nuzzling at the muzzle of his mate. You giggle quietly as those kisses grow fiercer, teeth nipping at your neck.

"my good, great, naughty girl" he murmurs against your skin, voice soft. "you feeling okay sweetheart? sure it wasn't too much?"

You nod and he can feel the enthusiasm seep from the move as you grasp his face again. "Mhm, better than okay. Was perfect" you hum sleeplily, content in his hold, in the scent of him. Your eyes flutter, lashes tickling his cheeks as you kiss him long and deep, until the rub of his beard hurts your face and sleep begins to take you under.

You both know tonight was the culmination of so many fevered dreams. The breaking point of lust and its power that can't be fully expressed in words. So he holds you close- just as you do him in your rest- for a little while longer, until light begins to filter soft through the curtains and the reality of what you'd both done really begins to set in.

thats it!! lemme know what you thought anddddd yea! asks are always open to shoot the shit, drabbles and more! <333

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[mrs-summers]

i <3 you

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[teflontavalol]

I hate the fuckass mohawk marvel gives their characters so I tried to give them better mohawks

[vertigoartgore]

2009's Dark Wolverine unpublished variant cover (done at the time of Marvel Comics's 70th anniversary) by John Watson (a tribute of course to Norman Rockwell's The Runaway painting from 1958).