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This is a pretty self explanatory work, I made this mostly as a place to dump random smut works that won't be more than a chapter or two, figured it would be good for practice and a way to kill time when I don't want to work on my other bigger stories (which you should check out btw). Most of these will play it pretty fast and loose with canon, I will try to be as faithful as I can but expect some hand waved stuff.

Sorry to disappoint but this will be entirely f/m stuff, I'm just not into f/f or m/m personally, I may do some futa stuff but we shall see. 

And of course if you want to make a suggestion just comment it, no promises, ofc I won't take every request but if I take an interest in your idea I might do something with it, who knows.

Anyway I would like to keep this short, I hope you enjoy. 

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To say my life is strange wouldn't just be an understatement, it would be a complete lie. To most people I seem like a very regular software engineer working for a subsidiary of stark industries, sure I live a rather lavish life but that's more so thanks to my Girlfriend, Emma Frost. "She teaches at a private school" is my usual response when people rightfully question how I live in a Manhattan penthouse with the salary of a teacher and desk worker. The natural follow up question is one I constantly dread "oh, what school?" It always sucks to answer. Work never really ends up being 'fun' and I really shouldn't expect it to be but some part of me remains naive. So when I say my life really isn't that strange, i'm telling the truth, it just so happens that my partner is one of the most powerful telepaths in the world, and the co-headmistress of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. But she does a lot to keep that side of her life from harming me, and it never ceases to amaze me. I've talked with super heroes like they're regular people. I've talked with beast who knows how many times, Colossus gifted us guys a painting when we moved in to your new home, I even received dance lessons from Stephanie Hunter one time before going to some party with Emma. Sure these people were different but my life remains very normal and as such very, very frustrating. 

It was late, the lobby of our apartment building was silent as I trudged across to the elevators, feeling almost like the droning melodic music (that I could swear has been playing on loop for the past three years, uninterrupted) was beginning to pound on my skull. I turned to the desk worker, Timothy, and as he looked up from his sports magazine there was a second of a strange bubble in my throat, trying to claw its way out, I wanted to scream at him to turn the music off, it built up against my lips, and before I knew it, I spoke.

"Evening..." Was all I groaned out, that furious energy managed to fizzle out like a loose napkin fluttering off the edge of a table.

"Jeez, you look rough" He chuckled, "have a good night, you look like you need the rest" he looked back to his magazine. 

"Yeah" I nodded, dragging myself over to the elevator and taking out my key card as I briefly felt that anger simmer again, not even enough energy for a momentary boil. I don't think he was ever super fond of me or Emma, living in the penthouse tended to do that, people assume you're too good for them, maybe I am. Maybe they were too good for me. I scanned the card on the elevator and pressed the top floor button, slumping against the wall. 

Before I knew it, the elevator door let out a sharp Ding! to let me know it reached my room. I stepped out, slid off my shoes, and walked past the dining room, the wall was lined with a series of large windows, overlooking the city. I really tried to talk Emma out of such an ostentatious place but I could barely even change her mind about food or shoes or what show to watch or any number of mundane things. I didn't hate it though, the view was amazing, especially at night all the lights blanketing the city, sometimes I wished I could see the stars though.

"Welcome home" Emma's voice echoed across the living room, I turned to see her seated on the couch, dressed rather casually, her legs up on the ottoman, a computer in her lap. 

"Thanks" I hobbled over and practically fell onto the cushion next to her, leaning my head onto her shoulder. 

"A rough day today?" She piped up, raising a hand to rest on my head. 

"Yeah...and it wasn't even interesting" I sighed. 

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" she chuckled slightly. I knew I didn't have to answer. 

"Not really, it wasn't even anything new, just frustrating in the same way the last new contract was" 

She stayed silent for a while, at first I thought she was focusing on her own work but it became clear she was thinking about something.

"Well, would you like a massage? I picked up a few tricks to do an amazing head massage." She wasn't exactly subtle with her intention, clearly there was something else at play here, usually I turn her tricks down, her poking around in my brain always felt a bit too far when unnecessary, but maybe I just wanted it this time, maybe I was too tired, maybe I just didn't think about it.

"That would be nice" It seemed to take her a second to even register I agreed. 

"You would be fine with that?"

I simply nodded 

"Well well, feeling adventurous today then? or was it really that rough" she moved the laptop from her lap and sat up, leaning over to place a kiss on my cheek "Go get changed into something more comfortable" she stood up and walked off to the bedroom leaving me to head to my closet. 

Before long the two of us stood at the foot of our bed, I had changed into some rather plain shorts and a slightly baggy shirt. She stood across from me in a loose nightgown, It was somewhat hard to keep my eyes off her body, I didn't have the mental energy to care, not like she minded when we were in private. "Babe, I will be reaching into your mind a bit okay?"

I nodded "Yeah"

"Really? you are usually very against this, are you sure?"

"I mean, I figure at this point if you wanted to you could have messed with my mind already." I resigned. 

A big smile spread across her face, sheer joy radiated from her, she had been waiting for this for a while hasn't she, but we've been together for long enough that at this point it was about time you trusted her with it. 

"Okay then, here, come" she shuffled onto the bed, crossing her legs and ushering me to the spot beside her, she grabbed a second wine glass from the nightstand and handed it to me, "here, drink, it'll help you start to loosen up" 

I stared at the drink for a moment, the deep red liquid swirled around in the glass it began to make me slightly dizzy even, but I managed to shake it off and bring the glass up to my lip, downing the drink. "Okay" 

"Yes, now" she took a sip from her glass before crossing her legs and patting her thigh. They were quite substantial, I liked it a lot, they made for nice pillows, she seemed to have mixed feelings about it. She hated her thighs for a while, before one time colossus joked her thighs could rival his and I had the gall to laugh. She gave me the cold shoulder for a while before trying to strangle me with them, at which point it became rather clear I was very fond of them, and she seemed to loosen up about it too. 

And so I laid my head across them once more, looking up at her, my body extending out in front of her. She smiled down at me "now, close your eyes, and try to clear your mind" I did, and thought of darkness, trying to focus my thoughts on the back of my eyelids, and the nothiness they conveyed. I felt the tips of her fingers press against the side of my head, before beginning to slowly rub in small circles. 

It really wasn't much at first, sure it was somewhat comforting but "I said clear your mind" she interjected, "I can tell you're thinking too much, don't think, focus, focus on the movement, on my fingers"

I couldn't help but let out a small scoff, she paused for a moment in response "u-uh...sorry" I sheepishly replied. Satisfied, she continued, small circles, small pressure, around and around it almost felt like she was digging her way through my skull. With each circle, the feeling stretched a bit deeper, like her fingers were slowly digging themselves into my head, like dipping them into cake batter. 

It wasn't the most shocking feeling at first, I've seen her do weirder things, but being on the receiving end was something else. 

"Relax your face darling, it doesn't suit you to be all scrunched up like that" 

I tried to retort that it was hard to do with such a weird feeling but she answered before I could even speak the words.

"I know I know, just let me in, accept it, and relax" 

I felt like I was wrestling with my own mind, instinct screaming at me to fight back but I smothered it just barely.

Leaning into her words felt like the cool of ice cream on a scorching day, or like a nice drink after work. She began to reach into my mind, just as physically as it was telepathically, I could feel her fingers pressing against my very brain, in ways that felt like they should be extremely painful, but they were soothing. Like she was pressing into the very pleasure centers in my brain, placing a stopgap in the areas of stress. 

"Is that nice?" She chuckled "It's not often I get to do this for good" She moved one of her hands up to my frontal lobe, massaging that slowly "You look so silly babe" she moved her hands back to the side, leaning down to plant a kiss on my forehead, but she did not stop there, planting the kiss through my forehead and onto my brain itself just like her fingers. 

Something about it sent a spark through my body, my vision briefly contracted to a point before slowly opening up again, the dim lights in our room flashed bringer than ever, and everything went blurry, except for her face looking down at me. Then the spark traveled down, all the way down, my body went even more numb before my arms tensed up, my left arm pulled close to my shoulder as my right arm shot up above me. This elicited another chuckle from Emma, "Awe, are you trying to hug me babe, save it for after, we only just started"

Her once gentle motions became more precise wrapping around and under my brain, pushing into it from below. At first it was splitting pain, my face clearly contorting in strange discomfort, an arcane feeling that slowly began to morph into something much more familiar, arousal. 

She smiled down at me as she massaged a very specific part of my brain something from below, and whatever it was it set my crotch on fire. I felt myself tense up again, this time reaching to shield my groin, my legs and arms twitching slightly as i brought my knees up. 

"Ah, so that's what that does I was worried for a second"

She said the perfect thing, the exact statement the strange, serotonin filled, silly putty she was playing with that I would call my brain, wanted to hear. It shouldn't have been such a good feeling, she basically confessed she had no Idea what she was doing, 'was she really that close to damaging my brain or-'

Not like I could really dwell on it, another push spiked my body temperature as I seized up again. I felt something wet, just barely cognizant enough to register what it was before she piped up again. "Aww, you spoil me babe" She chuckled and pushed again, and again I felt that release, no refractory period, no break. She had peeled back every layer of practicality to break into my very pleasure center itself. She moved her thighs, my vision was unclear and clouded with pleasure, but I could feel what she did next. Her legs wrapped around my head, having repositioned so my face was pressed right up against her clit. Her fingers now reaching through the back of my head, still pressed against the hypothalamus. 

She traced a finger around the pleasure center, feeling like static pulsing in my body. "Now before I do that again you should return the favor don't you think?" She tightened her leg lock and pushed my face deep into her clit. Her thighs sealed around my head, forming basically a closed system, nothing but her fingers massaging my brain and my face pressed into her wet clit. And so I ate, like a starved dog, I had done it before, I knew the best way to please her, but this was not practiced. I slobbered into her, and it worked, I could just make out her pleased moans, gasps of "yes" and "like that" and groans of pleasure all echoing in my mind as she continued to toy with my brain. 

Her body arched, pressing me even further into her crotch, and her fingers even harder into my grey matter. I wasn't sure what would be messier, my face, my crotch or her fingers, probably drenched in whatever liquid your brain used to tell you to cum harder than you ever had before. 

My hands grasped her thighs, fingers digging into her supple flesh as I practically fought for my life. It was nearly impossible to tell what was causing it but for the first time in all of this I felt my brain start to give out, what few thoughts were floating around in there (mostly about how horny I was) became cloudy, my vision (of almost entirely emma's crotch) became tired and began to fade. As her legs tightened around me it became harder and harder to breathe, my face pressed against her, only able to smell the cum sprayed onto my face. I couldn't stop though, I couldn't tell if it was her making me or If I really wanted to but as her fingers pressed harder and harder into my hypothalamus I could only keep eating her out. 

She let out an extended moan in my head when I finally passed out.

I came to in the same position as before, my head resting against her crotch, but this time, she was asleep, her legs stretched out to my sides. I looked around, slowly crawling out of bed as to not awaken her. Checking the time, I hadn't been out for too long, I slowly made my way over to the bathroom turning on the water taking a moment to wash my face. I felt exhausted, but in a good way, if that is even possible. I stepped back into the bedroom, seeing emma splayed out over the bed. I carefully pulled the blankets out from under her, she's usually a very light sleeper, she must have been busy today. I got her under the covers before joining her, my head still pounding slightly as I laid on the pillows, staring back at her sleeping face. Her face contorted briefly, a hand grabbing my face, before moving up to my head, running her fingers through my hair, still unconscious she muttered "oh...welcome home" and my headache eased up as I wrapped an arm around her and drifted off to sleep.

To say my life was strange would have to be a lie.