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ęŁŕ§ Head cannons of Poly Bakugo and Izuku who catch feelings for the sweet new side kick at there agency
Poly!BKDK who realizes when theyâre already pro heroâs together that they want a third in their relationship when they meet you. Both of the men have gotten taller, stronger and bigger since they graduated UA and started their own agency.
Poly!BKDK who canât help but notice the new younger sidekick who had joined there agency.
Poly!BKDK Bakugo canât help but smirk every time he notices Izuku staring at you as you train. He canât help himself when he sees you training so he always âhelpsâ you. By helping he just yells at you and finds every excuse to hold you and spar so he has a reason to touch you.
Poly!BKDK Izuku who realizes you the one for them when youâre able to make snarky comments at Bakugo without getting fired or hurt. Who smiles to himself when he realizes Bakugo has taken a liking to you.
Poly!BKDK who subtly starts finding more reasons to be around you. Deku who sometimes makes you work longer so he has a reason to take you out to eat since you missed lunch. Bakugo who drives you home at night because itâs âdangerous for sweet girls like you to be out so lateâ and who walk you to your apartment so he can get a sneak peak inside your home.
Poly!BKDK who constantly tryâs to stay around you at work and keep you safe. By keeping you safe they try to make sure at-least one of them goes out with you when youâre doing any sort of hero work.
Poly!BKDK Bakugo who flirts with you constantly and calls you âhis best girlâ during training.
You kick Katsuki in the stomach and grab his arm trying your hardest to twist the muscle behind him. He smirks and flips you over onto the floor straddling your waist âNice try kid you almost got meâ he states still holding you down. You canât control the blush that heats up your face at the pro heroâs words and position he has you in.
âT-thanks Dynamiteâ You mumble looking anywhere but at his face.
Izuku walks through the door stopping at the scene before him. He smiles to himself seeing how flustered you seem to be and how cocky his boyfriend looks on top of your body.
Poly!BKDK who one day after work decided to just ask you out.
After changing out of your hero suit you get your stuff together about to leave the room before Bakugo walks in âReady to go?â he ask walking up to your grabbing your bag from your hands and leading you outside after hearing you say yes.
He opens the back door for you and you get in a bit confused on why he demoted you to the back until Izuku turns around in his seat âHey how your day sweetheart?â he asks his big green eyes looking you up and down.
âIt was good nothing really happened today it was one of those quiet days ya knowâ You express leaning back in the seat as Bakugo starts driving. You and Izuku talk for the whole drive just gushing about other heroâs you two admire while Bakugo listening a smile adorning his features.
Once the car stops you grab your stuff thanking the two boys for the ride but before you can open the door for yourself Izuku has already opened it. You look up noticing both heroâs staring down at you âH-hi?â you ask confused as you notice the Izuku hands start fiddling with one another.
âGo out to dinner with us Fridayâ Bakugo demands only making you more confused.
Izuku groans slapping the blondes shoulder âYou canât ask her out like that Kacchanâ he expresses. The two boys start arguing with one another on how to ask out a woman as you stand there confused.
You grab both their arms making them look at you âYou two? Want to go out with me?â you ask the two of them before letting go of their arms stepping back.
Poly!BKDK who takes you on the best date of your life, treating you to the best dinner you could imagine. They bring you flowers and then take you out to walk through a park looking at the nature and the stars.
Poly!BKDK who admits theyâve liked you since you first got hired at the agency. Who have been together for years and only until you showed up realized they were missing something or someone.
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Of course, she has pictures with them but not with him. pouts. pouts.
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acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.
you were just on katsukiâs phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didnât even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled âshit to try w/ herâ and curiosity got the best of you.
at first, you thought it was something mundaneâmaybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.
because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff youâd already doneârougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadnât brought up yet.
shit to try w/ her
- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)
- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckinâ pretty she looks fallinâ apart.)
- recording it (for us only).
- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)
- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)
- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.
your eyes widened at that last one. oh.
you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts heâd clearly been holding ontoâmade your breath hitch.
this was⌠a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.
you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.
âthe fuck you doinâ?â katsukiâs voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxedâlike he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.
you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like youâd just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.
ââŚwhat did you see?â his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.
you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. âme? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?â
katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasnât sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.
ââŚyou werenât supposed to see that.â
your smirk widened. âoh? and when was i supposed to?â
he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âdunno. when i fuckinâ brought it up.â
you leaned in, voice teasing. âwell, damn. didnât know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.â
âshut up,â katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. âfuckinâ kill me.â
you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. âyâknow, all you had to do was ask, baby.â
his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. âdonâtââ
âi canât believe you wrote it all down,â you teased breathlessly. âyouâre so cute when youâre embarrassed.â
katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. âiâm gonna kill you. you keep runninâ that mouth, and iâll start checkinâ shit off that list right now."
you bit your lip, feeling bolder. âyou know⌠we could. cross something off the list.â
his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.
ââŚget on the bed.â
and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, wellâyou did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.
you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didnât. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldnât take anymoreâhe whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.
âfour,â heâd growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. âlook at you, fuckinâ cryinâ for me.â
âfive,â he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. âtold ya you could give me more.â
by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.
you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, âfuckinâ champ.â
the morning after, you were sprawled across katsukiâs chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.
you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"
"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."
he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."
you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmthâand just a hint of smug pride.
âwell, i didnât know you were gonna go for the damn world record,â you teased. âhow many times was it?â
his smirk deepened. âseven.â
your jaw dropped. âseven?â
âmhm,â he squeezed your waist. âyou were real fuckinâ cute, too. cryinâ, begginâ, squeezinâ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.â
your cheeks burned. âoh my god, stop.â
âwhy? canât handle hearinâ how fuckinâ pretty you were last night?â
you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of itâhe pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.
âseven,â he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. âand next time? weâre goinâ for eight.â
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ăi hear you like magic? i've got a wand and a rabbit!
part one | part two
đ pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem reader
đ tags: nsfw, size kink, inexperienced!reader, first time blow jobs, vaginal sex, rough(?) sex, riding, jealous ghost, some communication issues!
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The problem with sleeping with a man like Ghost, youâre coming to realise, is that now that youâve experienced the reality of sex (and good sex) you canât stop thinking about it.
In the week following the night youâd spent together, you swear you can feel his phantom touch on your hips, your thighs, your back. It feels like heâs carved a space for himself inside of you, something youâll never get back â not that you want it back in the first place.Â
Realistically, you know that the whole âloss of virginityâ thing doesnât have as much to do with how youâre feeling as the fact that it was Ghost who had taken it. You had long bullied your hymen out of the way with your collection of silly dildos, but nothing could have prepared you for the scorching hot heat of Ghostâs massive cock splitting you open, or his clever tongue licking at you, or his thick calloused fingers rubbing torturous circles into your clit and fraying your nerves apart.
The worst part is, you donât know if anything is ever going to live up to the way he made you feel again. Youâve tried to replicate his touches, his rhythm, the way he had split you open, but your fingers are too small and none of your dildos can imitate the way he had worked you stupid. To your immense dissatisfaction, you donât even come close to coming again.
It feels like something inside of you has cracked open, and you donât know how to stop all of this new yearning, how to stuff it all back inside and pretend that nothing has changed.
The problem is that while you feel as though youâve been changed from the inside out, you donât think Ghost feels the same way. Maybe the most infuriating thing is that Ghost seems entirely unaffected. Other than a couple of lingering glances and knowing stares, thereâs no indication that he had done anything more intimate with you than grappling at training.Â
All you can do is attempt to follow his lead, to be as casual as possible.
Itâs harder than it sounds.
You find your whole body straining towards him when heâs close to you, though you try to keep cool. You fail miserably. You canât even look in Ghostâs direction without thinking of his big fingers hooked inside you, rubbing at your clit, squeezing at your tits. You can hardly look him in the eye without thinking of the way he looked when he was squeezed between your thighs with his mouth on your cunt, the way those big brown eyes watched as you writhed on his tongue.
And yet, you can hardly tear your eyes away from him. You look at him in a completely different light now. Heâs the first man to take you, the first one to touch you so intimately, the first one to make you come. Heâs still your lieutenant, but itâs like all of a sudden your eyes have been opened to a new aspect of him. Heâs no longer just your untouchable superior, the man whoâs always so cold and distant behind that death mask â now heâs the man who was gentle with you, the man who kissed you sweetly when he took your virginity, the man who gave you the first, second, third orgasm of your life.
But despite the way you had been offered that new little glimpse into Ghost, he still remains an enigma to you.Â
You can feel his eyes on you throughout the week, though itâs never at the same time as when youâre looking at him. And maybe youâre imagining it, but it seems as though heâs gotten freer with his touches, too. A big palm on the small of your back as he steps past you, a quick squeeze to the shoulder. Itâs subtle, and you canât be sure that heâs actually touching you anymore than usual.
But other than the subtle glances and the light touches, Ghost doesnât make any genuine effort to approach you again. He still treats you like just another member of the squad, no different to Soap or Gaz.Â
If anything, he gives them more attention than he gives you, delivering his deadpan jokes and exchanging quips during training. You end up standing to the side, sending infrequent glances their way in the hopes that heâll give you something.
Youâve never been the fittest or the strongest, but your level of distraction in those few days following your night with Ghost is absolutely mortifying. Youâre slow, youâre clumsy, you mess up everything.Â
You donât think you can be blamed when youâre working in the same space as Ghost. You can hardly bring yourself to look his way when heâs lifting weights, unable to handle looking at the flex and curl of his muscles under his long-sleeve black workout shirt. It clings to him, letting you see every little shift of muscle and tendon beneath that stupid top as he works, and your mind very unhelpfully provides a slideshow of memories of him between your spread thighs.Â
You know itâs obvious. You glance at him, then glance away, then back again. Your eyes linger, bright and too interested, before youâre able to hide it. You wonder sometimes if your yearning is obvious on your face; you hope not.
But if Ghost sees it â any of it â he gives no indication.Â
If you have to be honest with yourself, youâll admit that youâre disappointed. You had hoped thatâ well. Youâre not sure you can bear to admit what youâd hoped, even just to yourself. It feels silly to admit that maybe you had hoped that Ghost wouldnât be content with just being your first, that maybe heâd want to be your second, your third. Silly. Almost blasphemous.
You donât technically have to show up to training, so after only two days of your awkward and uncertain pining in the gym, you stop showing up. The role you fulfil as part of the 141 is a non-combat one, so you know you wonât be missed in their ongoing training. Youâve mostly been working in communications; maintaining secure communication channels and ensuring that information is transmitted accurately and securely. The boys rely on you in the field, and you feel like you owe them a certain level of physical fitness just in case things go frighteningly wrong when youâre out there with them.Â
Thereâs just something so mortifying about the whole situation. It feels as though Ghost had peeled back the layers of you and taken a peek at your soft unprotected insides. Youâd been vulnerable in front of him in a way youâd never been in front of anyone before, in a way that you can hardly stand. You had thought that youâd been okay with it being a one time thing, but you werenât exactly doing a whole lot of thinking at the time.
So yeah, every time he glances away from you, or when he doesnât even bother to look in your direction at all, it feels like youâre being rejected anew. ItâsâŚ. Itâs not ideal. But youâre a big girl, and youâve dealt with repressed desire and stifled yearning for years now. At least now you have a real experience to add to your reserve of imagination the next time you try to get yourself off.
Itâs fine. You convince yourself that you were being ridiculous in the first place. Heâs Ghost, after all. You feel a little foolish for even having the brief hope that something more might happen between the two of you.Â
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž
You manage to keep to yourself for most of the week, and the rest of the squad is kind enough not to say anything about it. But when Thursday comes around, you realise itâs not going to be possible to avoid Soap and his persistent insistence that you join them all in the moderately-sized cantina for drinks that night.
Truthfully, it doesnât take too much persuading to convince you to go. Avoiding training with the squad had resulted in a week of isolation that had left you lonely and wishing for some social interaction. Besides, youâve never quite been able to say no to Soap, and so youâre dragged to the little cantina for the second Thursday in a row.
To your absolute bewilderment, you find yourself in the exact same position as you had been in the last time you shared drinks with the squad, exactly one week ago.Â
Despite hardly speaking to you all week, Ghost had so confidently taken a seat next to you on the same fucking squishy little couch that you had shared last week. You end up partially squashed into the arm of the sofa, with Ghostâs massive hulking body brushing against you with every slight movement.Â
Itâs galling to admit it, but you feel like youâre on fire. He doesnât say much other than a soft murmur of a greeting when he first settles down beside you, but then he throws his arm around the back of the couch in a move thatâs unexpectedly intimate.Â
You try not to read too much into it. While Ghost may be fairly aloof and menacing to those that donât know him well, to you and the squad heâs always been subtly territorial. His eyes flick around the room semi-regularly, never at ease even in the middle of base. When Gaz goes to get drinks, Ghostâs eyes follow him until he gets back as though heâs expecting something to happen in the few minutes and couple of feet that heâs gone. He does the same when Price steps out for a smoke, and when Soap steps out to the toilet.
So the arm behind you (technically resting on the back of the couch rather than your shoulders) doesnât actually mean anything. The curious look that Soap sends you doesnât mean anything either, and you studiously ignore it as you force yourself to relax at Ghostâs side.
You drink the vodka soda Gaz hands you a little quicker than you mean to â maybe itâs because your nerves are already set on edge, but the alcohol goes to your head. Quickly.Â
Itâs a pleasant floaty feeling, and it eases some of the anxiety thatâs been bubbling thanks to the heat that sinks into your skin from his side pressed up against you. By the time you drain your glass, youâre leaning against his side. He doesnât react, for better or worse; you wish he would give you some indication of where you stand, whether he likes you bundled up by his side or if heâs just tolerating it.
When Ghostâs eyes finally slide over to you from behind the dark pits of his mask, you nearly jolt. His gaze is lazy and half-lidded, but he reaches out to take the glass from you. His gloved fingers brush over yours, and you canât stifle the embarrassing little judder that runs down your spine.
âSlow down.â He murmurs, setting the glass aside. âItâs still early.â
You had been hoping all damn evening that he would just look at you, but now that you finally have his eyes on you it feels as though youâre pinned down by them. You try not to squirm, once again remembering the way those dark eyes had watched you so darkly as he had hunched over you, rutting into you until the tears were streaming down your cheeks.
Your mind goes blank under his attention and his closeness, the ambient noise of glasses clinking and loud voices laughing and joking and muffled old eighties tunes fading to nothing until the sound of Soapâs loud voice brings you back to yourself.
âLet the lass drink, LT.â He crows, grinning, and you realise that he already has another couple of drinks in his hands. You hadnât even noticed him leaving for the bar. âShe deserves to have fun tonight. Donât you, bonnie?â
âSure.â You agree easily, relieved by the distraction and already reaching for the new drink. Youâre still all fidgety and distracted, eager to drown yourself in it. âI deserve fun.â
It feels as though Ghostâs gaze is burning right into the side of your head, but you fixedly ignore him. Heâs so intense, youâre pretty sure that you look like a dazed idiot under the weight of his attention. Itâs the most heâs looked at you all week, and you attempt to hide your face behind your glass as you take a sip of your fresh drink.
Heâs drinking too, though heâs foregone his usual whiskey in favour of a dark lager that heâs barely touched. The glass is sweating with condensation, and he swipes a thick gloved thumb over the fog on it absent-mindedly as he watches you.
You watch Gaz and Soap as they joke with each other, trading jibes and jabs and stories that you hardly even hear. It feels a little as though your ears have been filled with cotton wool, as though everything around you is just distinctly muffled. You feel like youâre on another planet, awareness tethered only by the hot, hard line of Ghostâs muscular body pressed against your side.Â
Over the last week, youâve tried very hard not to be a stereotype.
Youâve heard men laughing about girls theyâve slept with whoâve become too clingy, whoâve wanted too much, and wasted their time searching for something that those guys arenât willing to give. Maybe itâs because youâre so conscious that Ghost has taken several of your firsts, but youâre so determined to not be that person.Â
Ghost isnât exactly a big talker anyway, unless itâs the odd sarcastic comment or ribbing with Soap, so itâs not like youâve talked about the situation. You had just awoken the morning after with a deep ache in your core and a sore back, though the pain was soothed by the warm embrace you were all wrapped up in. You had been nervous, but you neednât have been. Ghost had given you nothing. He just rubbed your back with one shovel-sized hand and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder (through the mask, so you donât know what to make of that) before he rolled out of your bed to pull his trousers back on, grunting that heâd see you later.
So, you donât talk about it. Not with him, and not with anybody. It feels like so much has changed, yet everything stays the same. The deja vu youâre experiencing from sitting on the couch drinking with him like this is overwhelming, and experiencing him staring at you like this after a full week of distance is making you feel hot and fuzzy and stupid.
While Soap is in the midst of a loud and enthusiastic retelling of a story from his basic training days, you build up the courage to glance up at Ghost. Heâs already looking at you, as though anticipating your attention.Â
âYouâre staring at me.â You mumble, your fingers clenching compulsively around your chilled glass.
Ghost shifts, and you feel the thick muscle of his bicep roll behind your head. He grunts in quiet agreement.Â
âYeah.â
He doesnât say anything else, uninterested in justifying or explaining himself. Itâs like he thinks that he doesnât need to; he just keeps watching you, his light blond eyelashes drawing low over his eyes as his head tilts.
Self-conscious under his intensity, you glance away again. Soap is still talking, but you canât focus. Despite the fact that Ghost is big and warm and so frustratingly attractive beside you, itâs hard to ignore the subtle prickle of irritation thatâs growing under your skin.Â
After all, he had taken your virginity and then proceeded to act as though nothing at all had changed between you for the rest of the week, and now heâs sat next to you with his gaze that heated? What the fuck?
The second drink goes down even easier than the first thanks to your awkwardness. Youâre not sure what to make of his attention â youâve spent the whole week keeping a sense of distance, determined to stay cool and casual. The last thing you want to do is freak him out by seeming like an over-eager idiot thatâs gone and fallen in too deep with him, unwilling to lose whatever meagre respect Ghost has developed for you since you started working with the 141.
âIâll get the next round.â You blurt suddenly, pushing yourself up off the couch.
Itâs too abrupt to be casual, and you pointedly donât look at the half-full glasses in your squad matesâ hands as you hurry away. You probably could have played that off better, but you need a moment to collect yourself away from Ghostâs relentless stare.
You take the opportunity to breathe at the bar, rubbing at your eyes and sighing. The bartender is busy, so you just stand there for a long moment, mentally chastising yourself.
God, this is just embarrassing. Youâre a grown fucking woman, and here you are getting so ridiculously flustered over your lieutenant. You never thought that youâd be the type to turn into a silly little mess over the first man you ever sleep with, but maybe it was inevitable. The little embers of that crush you had been harbouring on Ghost since you joined the team have been fanned into a full on flame and you hardly know how to handle yourself.
It takes a significant effort to keep your attention away from the table; you canât help but want to look, to see if Ghost is still looking your way, but you keep your eyes to yourself.Â
When another body appears at your side, you jolt in surprise. You hadnât expected to be followed, and your first thought is that it must be Soap. But when you glance to your side, you find a stranger standing closer to you than you expected.
Well, heâs not a total stranger. You know him to see around the base, sandy-haired with a too wide smile. You think he might be a second lieutenant, but youâve never actually had any dealings with him and you canât think of a name⌠Daniels, maybe?
âHello there,â He says, and even with those two words his intentions are unmistakable. His tone is suggestive, as is the way his eyes scan over your body. âHow you doing?â
Itâs far from the first time youâve been hit on by men; it comes with the territory of being a woman in a male-dominated environment. They look at you like they want to eat you sometimes, in a way that sets your teeth on edge. Youâve always danced around the subject of intimacy, embarrassed about your lack of experience and too anxious to actually seek out anyone to change that. What happened with Ghost was unexpected, and just about changed your entire outlook on sex and physical pleasure for life.Â
Your first reaction, as always, is to shut him down or ignore him. But something makes you pause, and glance back at him.Â
Heâs sort of cute. A charming smile, at least. When he sees you looking back, he only smiles wider and steps closer.
âLet me get this next one for you,â He says, gesturing at the bartender to catch his attention. âWhatâre you having?â
âUh..â You hesitate a moment, biting your lip. âVodka soda.â
He orders, then leans against the bar and turns to face you fully. His gaze is appreciative, and for once you donât shy away from it. You so rarely return male attention that you hardly know what to do, but you manage to muster up an awkward smile.
When the bartender returns with your drink, you feel a momentary pang of guilt. You had almost forgotten that you were meant to order drinks for the table, and you send a swift glance over your shoulder.Â
The boys are still engrossed in their conversation, hardly even noticing your absence. All but Ghost.
The lieutenant has half-turned, his arm still slung over the couch where you had been sitting as he stares. The realisation that his eyes are still on you has your spine straightening, self-conscious now about your posture and your body language.Â
You look away swiftly, and try not to feel guilty. Youâre not doing anything wrong, after all. He hasnât spoken to you all week despite the fact that heâd nearly done your back in fucking you.
Your experience with Ghost may have been a one-time thing, no matter what you might have been hoping for, but thereâs no reason that it has to be a one-time thing for you with anyone else. Even with your stupid vibrators and dildos, you havenât been able to come close to coming in the week following your night with your lieutenant. Youâre starting to wonder if maybe youâre not capable of coming without someone elseâs hands on you.
âIâve seen you around, been meaning to talk to you,â Daniels is saying, and in your distraction you almost miss it. âBut itâs, uh⌠itâs a little difficult to catch you alone.â
You almost scoff, but you manage to swallow it back down. You know exactly what he means; the 141 sticks together and looks out for each other, but it also sometimes feels like you have a couple of overprotective guard dogs. They take watching you seriously, probably due to your non-combat role on the team, and youâve never discouraged it because you like the way they make you feel safe.Â
âYeah, the guys can be a little protective.â You laugh a little weakly. âBut donât mind them.â
Even now, you can feel Ghostâs dark eyes burning into you from across the room. You wonder how on earth Daniels remains so unaware of it.
âMm,â Daniels leans in, his white teeth glinting. âCanât blame them, I suppose. Why donât you come and join me and some of the lads at our table for a bit? Spend some time with some new people.â
You shift on the balls of your feet, thinking. Admittedly, youâve never been big on socialising when on base, other than the usual minor exchange of pleasantries. You hardly even know what to do in the face of a manâs interest in you now.
âOh, Iâm not sure.â You demur, reaching up to scratch absently behind your ear. âI donât think the boys would appreciate me abandoning them for the night.â
Danielsâ smile widens, and you feel your cheeks heat. You feel clumsy with your socialising, as though youâre stretching muscles youâre not used to using. Since you had joined the 141, you hadnât done too much mingling outside of the squad; theyâve been your only friends and confidantes, ribbing and supporting you in equal measure. In the face of a stranger in the on-base cantina, you find yourself floundering.
âI think they get enough of your time,â He murmurs, leaning against the bar in such a way that his body is angled towards you. âCâmon, Iâll buy you another few drinks and we can get to know each other, huh?â
Maybe the vodka was a bad idea. Itâs lowering your inhibitions, making you actually consider his offer. Youâre pent up from a week of unsuccessful touching yourself, and you crave physical intimacy.Â
If you canât get a repeat performance from Ghost, then maybe it wouldnât be so terrible if you looked elsewhere, with someone who might be interested in more than a one time thing.
You glance down at Danielâs hands where theyâre wrapped around his beer glass. Theyâre big, with strong slender fingers and calloused knuckles. Nice hands, you think, but you canât help but compare to the enormous thick paws of your lieutenant. Still, you think theyâd do the job.
âWellââ You start to say, your tone wavering and uncertain as you consider his officer.
But you donât get to give him an answer before a massive hand settles on your shoulder. It makes you jolt, startled, recognising Ghost by touch alone. It feels as though it sears straight through your clothes, and your eyes widen.
For a moment, Ghost says nothing at all. He just stands at your shoulder, so close that you feel the muscle of his chest and stomach brush against your back, and stares at Daniels from over the top of your head. The glare isnât even directed your way, and yet you find yourself wilting from it.
âOn your way, Sergeant.â Ghost drawls, lifting his chin and gesturing at him dismissively.
Despite Ghostâs obvious intimidation factor, Daniels doesnât immediately do as heâs told. He huffs out a short breathless laugh instead, as though he can hardly believe what heâs hearing.
âWeâre only talking, Lieutenantââ
Ghost doesnât even respond. His glower just intensifies, until Daniels trails off and his mouth snaps shut. You get the impression that if anyone else tried to intimidate him just by staring and posturing, Daniels might actually square up and fight. He seems like the type to make poor decisions while drinking â maybe you were going to be one of them.Â
But as it is, Ghost has an intimidation factor unmatched by anyone else youâve ever known. It goes beyond his giant hulking physique and skull mask and low gravelly voice that can sound like a clap of thunder when heâs angry. Itâs like he has an aura, something that radiates off him in dark waves saying âDonât fuck with meâ. Any sensible person would back the fuck off when faced with his full, unwelcoming attention.
And sure enough, Daniels is no exception. He raises his arms to his shoulders and gives Ghost a mocking sort of smile before retreating backwards. To your mortification, he doesnât so much as glance your way even as he turns his back on you.
Irritation settles over you like a blanket. It makes your skin itch and your teeth grind, and you turn to scowl at Ghost.
âWhat the hell was that?â You demand, and your voice comes out sharper than you had technically intended.
Ghostâs head tilts, and those sharp dark eyes find you from behind the mask. The eyeblack is beginning to fade in patches around the inner corners of his eyes â bizarrely, it serves as a reminder that Ghost is just a man, not just a massive wall of muscle with a terrifying glower.
âWhat was what?â He says. His voice has dropped a notch, deep and rumbling into you even as you step away and turn so that youâre facing him head on.
âYouâ I was justââ You flounder for a moment, searching for words as you gesture uselessly with your hands.Â
Youâre indignant over his interruption, and your frustration grows as you find yourself unable to articulate yourself. Where the hell does he get off interrupting you talking to another man? He hadnât spoken to you all week, and now he feels confident enough to cockblock you?
âMm.â Ghost grunts. âWhat were you doing?â
Your jaw clenches. âI was talking. Is that a crime now?â
Jesus, you sound like a brat. You donât even know where this insubordination is coming from; heâs your lieutenant, regardless of that one night you had spent with him. Youâre being too bold talking like this, but itâs like you just canât help yourself.
His eyes darken, lashes blocking out his irises as his gaze narrows at you. You force yourself to maintain eye contact, to keep your spine straight and shoulders back despite your impulse to crumble.
âWatch that mouth, doll.â He warns, his voice low, and you feel your stomach tighten at both his words and his tone.Â
But your self-preservation instincts are still missing.
âYou canât ignore me all week and then get annoyed at me when Iââ
He cuts you off as though heâs not even listening to you. âNot here. Come on.â
And with that, he wraps one big hand around your upper arm and begins leading you out of the cantina. Heâs not harsh, and he doesnât drag you or anything, but judging by the tense set of his shoulders arguing with him would be a really bad idea right now.Â
Youâve pissed him off, and you donât want to make his mood worse so you allow your feet to move automatically as he leads you out of the room.
You can feel eyes on your back as you leave, and you feel yourself grow squirmy with embarrassment. No doubt the rest of the squad is watching you get hauled off by Ghost right now.Â
Oh god, the Captain is watching you get hauled off â how mortifying. You pray they didnât catch your little exchange with Ghost at the bar, but you have a feeling that hope is in vain. The 141 are close-knit and protective over each other, but theyâre also terrible gossips.
âLet meâ Sir, let me goââ You start to complain, testing his grip. His hold on you is iron-clad, and yet still somehow gentle enough to avoid bruising.
When you realise where heâs leading you to, you stop complaining very quickly. You had figured that he was just going to drag you into the corridor outside and give you a talking to, but he doesnât stop there. He keeps going, until you realise that heâs leading you all the way back to your own damn room
âWhat are you doing?â You demand in a hiss. Youâre so incensed that you swear your hair is standing on end.Â
After all that, is Ghost seriously hauling you back to your room like youâre a bold child? Is he angry because of your insubordination at the bar?Â
A cold trickle of anxiety enters your stomach, and you steal a worried glance at his face. The hard-shell mask he uses on missions has been traded for the softer black woven balaclava that he usually wears when heâs not in the field, but it doesnât make him any easier to read.
He doesnât answer until the two of you have crossed the threshold of your room, the door shutting behind you with a firm click.
Now that itâs the two of you, alone once again in your tiny shitty room, you find your indignant confidence waning rapidly. Heâs just so big, the huge masculine frame of him making you feel more ridiculous than ever for your momentary flash of brattiness. Even worse, having him in your space like this is only making your brain go into overdrive, as though your body remembers what happened the last time he was here like this.
You decide that the best defence mechanism to prevent yourself from looking like a fool is to cling onto those last little dregs of anger.
âYouâre unbelievable.â You snap, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes. âYouâve been avoiding me all week! And then as soon as another guy speaks to me, youâre over to me like a light. I mean, what the fuck?â And then, remembering the chain of command, you add a very sullen, âSir.âÂ
Throughout your mini little rant, Ghost has just watched you. Thereâs something in his eyes that you donât know how to read, unable to get a feel for what heâs thinking through that inscrutable mask.
ââS not true.â He grunts after a moment, and you realise that his eyes have creased in a way that suggests heâs frowning.
You feel like youâre going to explode. âYes, it is! Daniels was barely speaking to me for two minutes before you scared him offââ
Bizarrely, your words make Ghost snort. You hadnât even realised how tense his shoulders were until he relaxes, and you stare at him in confusion as he steps past you towards your bed. Your anger fizzles out, leaving behind self-conscious confusion as you watch your lieutenant settle down so that heâs sitting at the edge of your bed with his legs spread wide.Â
âHis name is Davidson.â He says, and his voice is missing the somewhat dangerous edge it had only moments earlier. âAnd that wasnât what I was talking about.â
Embarrassment flares, though you try to stifle it. So you didnât know the guyâs name â whatever. You would have learned it by the end of the night, youâre certain. You open your mouth, defensive and prickly, but Ghost speaks again before you get the chance to.
âI havenât been ignoring you.â He says, watching you like heâs trying to figure you out. When you just blink at him, he sighs. âJesus, sweetheart, just sit down for a second. Tell me what I did wrong, yeah?â
Youâre left feeling a little wrong-footed, hesitating in the middle of the room. You had expected him to be a little angrier than this, to chide you for your behaviour. Or maybe you had expected him to be cold, or dismissive.
Slowly, you take a few steps towards the bed. He watches you approach, those dark eyes watchful and sharp, but says nothing as you nervously perch on the bed beside him.Â
Despite the fact that this is your room, youâre stiff when you sit next to him. Your brain is in overdrive, providing you with very unhelpful memories of the last time Ghost was on your bed and flooding your body with mortifying heat.
âYouâve barely spoken to me since weââ You canât bring yourself to finish the sentence, averting your gaze and staring at some point past his shoulder. âSince last week. If you wanted to keep it professional, thatâsâ thatâs fineââ
Ghostâs spine straightens, but he doesnât speak yet. He just watches you, and lets you flounder awkwardly as you struggle to articulate yourself.
âI donât want to make things awkward, I justââ Youâre tripping over your words, wincing when they come out all clumsy. âIâve never done this before, so Iâll follow your lead, but I donât understand the point of sending Danâ Davidson, whatever, away like that if youâre clearly trying to keep things between us professionalââ
Finally, Ghost speaks, though it seems like heâs suddenly developed incredibly selective hearing.
âHeâs a wanker. Chases around any woman that stands still for too long in that damn cantina every time weâre in there.â His voice is a low earnest rumble, but youâre too agitated to properly hear him. âHe didnât have anything to offer that youâd be interested in.â
âThatâs notââ
âBesides,â He cuts clean across you, but so gently, so much so that it surprises you. âI think we long surpassed professionalism when you asked if you could use my cock like a dildo.â
Blood rushes to your head so fast you feel a little light-headed. Right, so heâs decided to cut straight to the chase then. You swallow, and your dry throat clicks audibly.
âRight.â You say. âYeah, thatâ um⌠thatâs made things awkward, I suppose.â A brief pause, and then you sheepishly add, âSorry, LT.â
Ghost just watches you, his brown eyes inscrutable beneath the fan of his pale eyelashes. Under the dark fabric of the mask you see his jaw flex, as though heâs considering his next words carefully.
âCâmere.â He says.
You had been expecting him to say more, and you hesitate a moment before reluctantly shuffling over a few inches. Though he had invited you to move closer to him, youâre suddenly so conscious of crossing any possible boundaries.Â
You had never slept with anyone before, and you donât understand whatâs expected of you now. How are you supposed to act, now that youâve had a one-night stand with your lieutenant?Â
âHavenât been ignoring you,â Ghost says, and he reaches out to place a hand on your knee. The touch makes your eyes widen, gaze darting down to stare at his thick fingers where they wrap around the underside of your knee. âYou jokinâ? Been watching you all week. Thinkinâ about you all the time.â
Thatâs a bold enough statement that all you can do is stare at him in disbelief. You canât deny that heâs been watching you â you had felt his eyes on you regularly, but always from a distance. ButâŚÂ
âYou neverââ You start to say, before swallowing again so you donât say something stupid. âYou havenât spoken to me.â
âSpoke to you during training, before you stopped showing up.â
Thatâs a little galling, and all you can do is scowl.Â
âStop that. You know what I mean.â You snap defensively.Â
Maybe youâre imagining it, but you think Ghost might be confused behind that stupid mask. His head has tilted just slightly to the side in the same way as it usually does when heâs trying to figure something out.
âI was trying to give you space, doll.â He murmurs. âIt was your firstâ I didnât want to overwhelm you. Wanted you to make your own choices.â
The uncertainty in his voice is unexpectedly endearing, but youâre not ready to let go of your irritation with him just yet. Admittedly youâre losing steam, but you struggle to straighten your back and affect a scowl nonetheless.
âI didnât want space.â You say, and it comes out a little more childish than you had intended it to. You try not to cringe at yourself. âYou justâ we never talked about anything, you just woke up the next morning and left and then all week you hardly spoke to me.â
You curse your inexperience even as you speak, feeling like a total idiot. You just wish you knew what was expected of you, what Ghost wants. Was he put off by the fact that he had to guide you, fumbling and clumsy, through an experience that was absolutely mind-blowing for you but probably sub-standard for him?
And oh, that thought makes dread curl in your belly. What if Ghost wasnât impressed with your⌠performance? You had no idea what you were doing, only that the way Ghost had touched you felt so good, so much better than youâve ever managed to make yourself feel with your fingers or toys. And when he had brought you to orgasm, you had lost yourself completely. You hadnât made any attempt to return his attention, too lost in all the new pleasure you were experiencing.
Thereâs a pause, the silence between you stretching taut. Ghost doesnât rush to reply, instead apparently thinking hard before he speaks.Â
âI go for a run in the mornings.â He says at last, his voice low and rumbly.Â
It takes you a moment to process that.Â
âYouâ what?â
Ghost shifts, and the cheap standard issue mattress beneath the two of you squeaks. âThat morning, I⌠went for a run.â
He must realise how that sounds â maybe the expression on your face tips him off â because he hurries to add on to it. âCreature of habit, love. I didnâtâ I donât do this often either. I stayed the night, we cuddled. I thoughtââ
He stops rather abruptly, and doesnât finish so you donât quite know what he thought. Your confusion has gotten the best of you, and youâre staring at him in agitated confusion. God, heâs bad at communicating.
âShould have stayed.â He says gruffly, and if youâre not mistaken he sounds a little chagrined. âThought we were fine, until you started avoiding me. And then I thought you just needed time to yourself.â He gives a jerky shrug, clearly out of his comfort zone. ââCause it was your first time. Dunno.â
Oh. Well.
Now youâre the one blinking at him. Thatâs⌠not what you had been expecting.Â
While you thought Ghost had been giving you the cold shoulder, he had thought that he was being considerate. Jesus. Youâre not sure how to even begin processing that.
âI didnât need time to myself.â You say, and you sound pathetic.
Thereâs a beat of silence during which you feel thoroughly examined. Ghost hardly even blinks as he watches you, his scrutiny making you sweat.
âNo,â He rumbles after a moment. âApparently you didnât.â
You roll your eyes, honestly a little irritated with him. Even after itâs been made clear that your miscommunication has caused issues this whole week, heâs still so hesitant to just fucking talk to you.Â
âRight, wellââ You start to say, a little sharp.Â
He grabs at you before you can retreat, his enormous hand comically large around your wrist. Heâs not holding you harshly, his grip just loose enough that you could break out of it if you tried. But instead of pulling away, you allow him to tug you closer. His free hand reaches for your hip, and quicker than your tired mind is able to follow heâs tugged you up into his lap.
âJesusââ You blurt, grabbing at his shoulders for balance.
Ghost is built like a brick house, all thick and sturdy with all that solid muscle. Heâs broad too, and your legs are forced wide as he encourages you to settle in his lap. You try not to let your reaction show on your face, but Ghost is watching you so carefully that youâre certain he can read every micro-twitch anyway.
âLast week wasnât enough?â He asks, and if youâre not mistaken he sounds hungry. Maybe you could even delude yourself into thinking thereâs an undertone of hope, too.
But maybe thatâs a step too far. This is the Ghost, after all. Heâs veritably a human weapon, every inch of him battle-scarred and solid beneath the heavy clothes and thick mask. Youâre pretty sure that any kind of yearning you hear has been prescribed by your own imagination. But you canât help yourself.
You shake your head, your breath catching in your chest. No, last week wasnât enough.
âThen why bother with that idiot at the bar?â Ghost asks, his big hands folding around your hips. âIf you wanted to be fucked, you could have just asked me.â
You swallow thickly, your throat clicking audibly. For some reason, you hadnât expected him to speak so bluntly, but itâs typical of Ghost to get straight to the point without beating around the bush.Â
âI wasnât sure youâd want to do that with me again.â You say, your voice edged with insecurity.Â
Thereâs a long moment of silence during which Ghost just stares at you. Itâs borderline uncomfortable, and you find it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. Even with the mask acting as a barrier, heâs still so intense.
âWhat made you think that?â He asks, his voice low.
You find yourself quite abruptly aware of the position youâre in. Youâre sitting perched in your lieutenantâs lap with your legs spread wide, after a week of pining after him like an embarrassing little puppy. Youâve been craving physical contact, yearning desperately for that same kind of pleasure he had introduced to you ever since your night together.Â
âYouâre difficult to read.â You whisper awkwardly, shifting. Youâre hyper-aware of your weight in his lap; even though you know heâs strong, the thought of being too heavy for him is a little mortifying.
But his hands tighten around your hips, keeping you securely in place across his thighs.
âYou think so?â His voice is low, a little rough, and the gravel of it causes a little frisson of heat to trickle down your spine. âYou been trying to read me? Canât have been doinâ a very good job, darling, since youâve been avoiding me all fuckinâ week.â
Your breath comes out tremulously, and you pray he canât hear the shake in your voice when you speak. Judging by his darkening gaze, he hears it loud and clear.Â
âI justâ Didnât know if you would want me again.â You whisper, feeling foolish and inexperienced and clumsy.
Ghost watches you, his dark eyes flickering over your face, before he finally hums. Then his grip tightens around your hips and he pulls you so that your clothed crotch grinds against him. You gasp, your eyes widening when you feel the thick ridge of his cock in his tac trousers, unmistakably hard as your clothed cunt slides over him.
âFeel that?â He asks, his voice dropping into that deep, hungry register that youâve been hearing in your dreams all fucking week.
âYeah.â You choke, fighting the urge to grind on him like a fucking slut. If your hips twitch, just a little, you think you could be excused.
You are already intimately familiar with his cock, considering how eagerly he had fucked you open on it a week ago (several times, too), but the way it fills his trousers makes it seem ridiculously big and you wonder, a little wildly, how the fuck it ever fit in you in the first place. It presses against the seam of his trousers, right between your legs, and then Ghost grinds up into you and you swear your vision sparks out for a moment.
âOh!â You blurt out in a wavering whisper, clutching at his shoulders. âOh, god.â
âStill think I donât want you?â He grunts. His hands are like fucking shovels, and he takes a grip of your ass and squeezes until you squeak.
Your head is swimming. Your trousers are too tight, the crotch of them pressing into your clit, and you feel like you can't get enough air in your lungs.Â
âI donât know.â You say stupidly.Â
Itâs like your cunt knows that Ghost is near, because youâre fucking drenched. You can feel your underwear stick uncomfortably to you beneath your clothes, slick and wet as you feel the shape of Ghostâs cock press into you.
He sighs beneath you, his big palm stroking over your ass affectionately.Â
âYou think too much, doll.â He mutters, his finder squeezing into the plush flesh of your ass like itâs a stress toy. âWay too fuckinâ much.â
Heâs probably right. God, you want to stop thinking. Want to return to that stupid, dazed, fucked-out state of mind he had sent you to when he had stuffed you full.
Hesitantly, you grind yourself down onto the thick bulge beneath you. It feels good, that familiar pleasant little spark jolting up your spine as you hump yourself against him.
âYeah,â Ghost grunts, his voice thick with unmistakable want. âThatâs it. Youâve been wanting this, haventâcha?â
âYeah.â You admit, so quietly that itâs almost inaudible. âYeah, I want it.â
But Ghost hears. Of course he does. He lets out a low sound that has your thighs squishing closed around his hips, overwhelmed and running far too hot.Â
He has you on your back so quickly that your head spins, and you end up staring at the ceiling for a moment in bewilderment, trying to figure out how youâd gotten there. Ghost is already leaning over you, his dark eyes intent on your face as he settles between your thighs.
You think you should probably be embarrassed about the ease with which you spread your legs, eager to feel his bulky body between your thighs. But youâre already running hot, your chest tightening with want, and you find yourself mercifully relieved that heâs here. The miscommunication between the two of you is going to be solved, Ghost wants you, and youâre about to get what youâve been craving all week.
He pulls your own pants off effortlessly, leaving you in the underwear that youâve fucking ruined. You try to shut your legs, face burning hot with embarrassment as you try to hide the sight, but Ghost doesnât have any intention of letting you hide yourself.
He pushes your legs back open, then presses his masked face to the inside of your thigh. Youâre not sure what heâs doing; you remember, with a little thrill, the feeling of his red hot mouth against your pussy, but you donât think thatâs whatâs happening here because heâs still got his stupid fucking balaclava on.
âDid she miss me?â He asks, his words muffled by both the mask and the pudge of your thigh.
âWhat?â You ask breathlessly, thinking for a moment that Ghost is talking about you in the third person.
But then he nuzzles his masked face against the sodden seat of your knickers, and you realise that heâs talking about your fucking pussy.
âOh my god, you weirdoââ You choke out, but you donât get any further than that before Ghost is tugging impatiently at your underwear, trying to reveal your cunt.Â
He hushes you, almost absent-mindedly, and you hear him take a breath when he finally manages to get your knickers off. He tosses them aside, his dark eyes focused intently on your bare cunt now that itâs been revealed. Itâs embarrassing, but you canât bring yourself to try and hide again. Heâs touching you so reverently and looking at you so hungrily that youâre not brave enough to try to deprive him of the sight.
âMy fussy girl,â He mutters, low enough that you almost donât hear him. âHave you been touching yourself? Using your toys this week?â
You shiver, a little embarrassed. You have been using your stupid toys, but they havenât been working. No matter what you do, you canât replicate the feelings that Ghost had managed to elicit in you with such ease, and you have a sinking feeling that he knows that.
But the mention of your toys reminds you of something else, too. A recurring thought thatâs been practically haunting you, thatâs had you imagining Ghost up above you and around you as youâd sucked experimentally on your dildo, sliding it into your mouth just to see how much of it you could take.
âWaitââ You say, and though your voice wavers, Ghost sits back immediately, eyes on your face. Itâs like heâs just waiting for your word, an order, a direction. Something in your belly warms, and you take a breath.
âI want to try something.â You tell him before you can lose your nerve. âSit back down.â
He sits at the edge of your bed, his bulky frame moving far more gracefully than youâd expect for his size if you hadnât already seen him in action. Heâs almost patient, until you catch the way the fingers of his right hand drum against his thigh as he waits for you to do something.
Since youâre already stripped from the waist down, you see no point in remaining clothed on top too. When you pull your top and bra off, Ghost makes a low appreciative rumble deep in his chest that you swear you can feel run down your spine.Â
âPromising start.â He says, and you want to smack him.
You shoot him a little scowl, before deciding to just ignore him. Youâve fancied him for an embarrassingly long time, probably since the very first time you had laid eyes on him upon joining the task force, and now heâs sitting on your bed, willing and hard and admitting that he wants you. It takes your breath away a little, especially the way that he doesnât seem put off by your inexperience at all.
Slowly, you sink to your knees in front of him and watch his eyes widen beneath the balaclava. Itâs somewhat gratifying to see his surprise; like youâve finally got one over on your big bad lieutenant.Â
âVery promising start.â He says, and this time he sounds a little husky. âDâyou know what youâre doing, sweetheart?â
The answer is, very obviously, no. You have no idea what youâre doing, youâre learning as you go along. But Ghost hasnât judged you yet for your clumsy fumbling exploration, so you can only hope that heâs willing to put up with this too.
âSort of.â You say evasively. âIâve seen it in porn, and Iâve⌠Iâve been practicing.â
Ghostâs groan sounds like itâs been punched out of him, and itâs rough enough to have you glancing up in surprise from where youâre trying to get his stupid trousers unbuttoned. Your hands are unsteady and unsure, and itâs slow-going.
âYeah?â He asks, sounding a little out of breath himself. âWhich one?â âWhat?â Youâre a little distracted, not paying full attention to his question as you tug at his trousers. Youâve finally got them unbuttoned, and you pull impatiently in an effort to get them off. Ghost lifts his hips to help, though your eager impatience seems to amuse him.
âWhich one of your toysâve you been practicing on?â He asks, the barest undertone of a groan in his voice. âThe pretty little pink one?â
You feel embarrassed heat prickle in your face because yes, it had in fact been that one you had been practising with. Youâre not quite sure what to make of the fact that youâre apparently so predictable that Ghost can guess which dildo youâve been sucking at, imagining it was him.
âMaybe.â You mutter evasively.
Ghost lets out a low chuckle right as you manage to wrangle his cock out of his briefs, and then you have to pause for a moment because oh. You had known, of course, that he was big. You had felt him for days after that first time, like a fucking internal bruise that ached at you every time you moved. He was bigger than any toy that you owned, you know that, youâve felt it, and yet now that itâs in front of your face it seems so much bigger than you remember.
Youâve watched porn with so-called âmonster cocksâ and it isnât like that. Itâs just⌠bigger. Than average, that is. At least, as far as you can tell, because itâs not like you have enough experience with dicks in real life to have any idea of what average really is.
Ghost must recognise the momentary flash of panic that crosses your face, because he reaches out and strokes a gloved thumb over your cheek. The fabric is rough against your skin, but you relax at the feeling anyway.
âYou donât have to.â He says quietly.
âI want to.â You insist, swallowing that swell of nerves.Â
Now that his cock is bobbing in front of your face, you have to fight the sinking feeling that youâre in over your head. But youâre not willing to back down; not when youâve been thinking about this all damn week, and especially not when youâve got the man that stars in all of your fantasies sitting on your bed with his legs spread.
You shuffle forward a little, and try not to feel intimidated at the fact that Ghostâs thick thighs twitch when you reach to take hold of his cock. Heâs so big that it feels like heâs dwarfing you beneath him, his bulky form enveloping you in shadow when he leans forward to make sure he has a good view of what youâre doing.
You stroke experimentally over his cock, your fist a little clumsy. Despite your frenzied and very pleasurable tumble with him before, you had never actually gotten the chance to touch him in return. You had been too overwhelmed by the sheer onslaught of sensation he had delivered upon you to even think about returning any favours, and the fact that youâre getting the opportunity now to reciprocate and explore fills your tummy with butterflies.
âGrip it harder, love.â He grunts, shifting his hips so that he can fuck his cock into your fist. âIt ainât gonna break.â
âShh,â You admonish him, glancing up with a frown. âLet me do it myself.â
Ghost snorts quietly, probably finding your determination silly, but he still his hips and lets you go at your own pace. His dick is big, and you stare at it with some level of wonder as you stroke your fist over him. You canât help but compare the feel of him to your dildos, only because theyâre your only real point of reference; his skin is velvety soft and hot to the touch, yielding despite how hard he is, and you admire the slide of his foreskin pulling down over the crown.Â
Itâs not the size that really catches your attention though. No, what you really notice is how fucking perfect it is. Pretty and pink, flushed more red towards the tip, the head shiny with just a hint of smeared pre-come. It curves, slightly, to the left, and it feels nice in your hand. You feel a little light headed as your eyes dart over the pale blond downy hair that covers his thighs and the base of his cock.Â
You gather your courage, then lean in and lick tentatively at the rosy pink crown of his cock. You had been a little worried about the taste, having no idea what to expect, but you neednât have been. Heâs a little salty, but nothing inoffensive; he just tastes like skin, and you relax a little in relief.
He groans, his head tilting back to stare at the ceiling. You pause, hoping for some sort of direction, and as the moment stretches out he looks back to you and tilts his head.
âThought you wanted to do it yourself?â
Bastard, you grumble in your head, before steeling yourself. You know that your grip on him is clumsy, that your stroking is unpracticed, and you can only pray that he doesnât mind.
You take his cock into your mouth, jaw hinged wide as you try to avoid using your teeth, and attempt to suck with no finesse. You go too fast, try to take too much too quickly, because all of a sudden the head is tickling the back of your throat and youâre coughing, choking, and sputtering.Â
You pull back, blinking rapidly as your eyes sting with tears and drool drips unattractively down your chin. You go to wipe your face, but Ghost catches your wrist before you can.
âSlow down,â He murmurs, pulling your hands away from your face so he can look at you. âYou in a rush?â
âNo.â You grumble, and your voice comes out a little hoarse from the choking. âI just⌠I donât know what Iâm doing.â
Even though youâre quite certain that Ghost already knows that, itâs a little humiliating to admit.
Ghost just hums, his eyes tracking over your petulant expression and the stringy spit thatâs trickling down your chin, falling in thick globs above your tits.
âDonât matter, love.â He rumbles, reaching out to thumb at your chin. You think for a moment that heâs wiping you clean, but then he just ends up smearing your spit all around your mouth. âPlay with it as much as you want to. Donât think too much.â
You swallow, the sound a little too loud in the quiet of your room, before nodding. This is what you wanted â the chance to touch him, to explore his mouth with your hands and mouth just like he had done with you before.
You readjust your grip on his cock; it looks so stupidly big in your hand. You can tell that he notices too, because he lets out a gruff sort of groan before he reaches out, one hand winding around the back of your neck to cup at the base of your skull.
âYeah, thatâs it.â He breathes, his eyes locked onto you.
His eyes are dark, almost completely blacked out by the thickness of his pupil, and he stares down at you with an air of such anticipation that you couldn't dream of keeping him waiting. Gripping him in your hand, you give an exploratory sort of stroke â the skin is velvety soft and smooth, and he lets out a short groan of appreciation when your fingers caress the head of his cock.
You start moving your hand again, adjusting your grip and stroking him off. You wish you were better at it, or at least more confident, but Ghost doesnât seem to have any complaints. He just grunts quietly, flexing his hips once before apparently remembering what you had said and going still.
It takes a moment before you work up the confidence to bring it anywhere near your mouth again, but finally you lean forward and press a gentle little kiss to the head of his cock. Youâre rewarded with a quiet puff of laughter, and his thumb strokes a soothing circle into the back of your neck.
Encouraged, you dip your head and lick the tip of him properly. He tastes salty on your tongue as you take him carefully into your mouth. This time you just suckle at the head, not wanting to push yourself too fast. His taste isnât nearly as strong as you had been expecting; you hardly notice, really, enjoying the weight of his cock on your tongue and the feeling of being encircled by his big thighs.
It sounds stupid and maybe a little paradoxical, but you feel safe like this; Ghost towers over you even sitting down, and when youâre on your knees for him like this with his thick thighs bracketing you and his clean musky smell in your nose, you swear you never want to leave this moment.
You let out the most pathetic little whisper ever when you suckle at his cock, your tongue licking insistently at the underside of his glans. Ghost is always fairly stoic beneath that mask (other than his occasional bursts of humour and arrogance), so managing to pull out the soft but heavy breaths from his mouth when you suck at him makes pride swell in your chest, warm and syrupy sweet. It also makes something else twist in your belly, tight and hot enough to have your thighs squeezing tight together.
You used to have so many stupid, virginal plans for what youâd do the day you got your hands on some real, non-plastic cock, but everything youâve ever heard about dicks and oral sex immediately flies right out of your head. You have no technique, and all you do is suck, gracelessly, trying to get as much of Ghost in your mouth as you can. Youâre making loud, embarrassing slurping noises, and youâre certain that youâre drooling.
Judging by the grunts above you, Ghost has got no complaints about your technique (or lack thereof). One of his big hands reaches down to cup your face, fingers probing, testing at your jawline as it works.
âFuck,â He snarls, tilting your chin up so he can see the way your lips are wrapped around the tip of his massive cock, âKnew youâd be good at this. Look at you, messy little thing. Fuckinâ gorgeous.â
That makes you shiver, an electric jolt that shoots right to your clit. Youâre not sure what feels better; whether itâs his fat cock in your mouth or the hot wanting intensity in his eyes or the low filthy praises heâs growling.
God, you want to be good at this. Youâre definitely no natural, but you fight so hard to push past your uncertainty to make this feel good for Ghost.Â
Youâre pretty sure heâs lying about you looking gorgeous, though. Youâve never felt less sexy than you do in this moment. Your eyes are streaming over-stimulated tears, your brow is scrunched in concentration, youâre gripping onto Ghostâs thick thighs for both balance and emotional support, and itâs taking everything you have not to choke on him again.
Who the fuck gave him the right to have a cock like this? Complaining about it feels borderline blasphemous, especially when you have first hand experience of just how good he is at using it. Youâre making a mess of yourself, slobbering all over him in a way thatâs definitely a little gross, but youâre surprised by just how much youâre enjoying this.Â
You get a little too eager, because you take him a little too far down your throat and gag. You pull off quickly, choking lightly and still gasping for breath. Maybe your brain is a little oxygen-deprived, because you feel stupidly hazy.Â
You take a moment to recover, nuzzling dazedly into the curls of his pubic hair. Blond, of course. God, that shouldnât be cute but it is.
The thick length of his dick might be intimidating (as proven by the ache in your throat right now), but the velvety balls nestled below seem almost paradoxically vulnerable. Youâre fascinated by the sight of them; you might have been amateurishly familiar with cocks from your dildos alone, but his balls are entirely new to you.
You spend some time lavishing them with tiny licks and kisses. Ghost hums in surprised pleasure, the sound swelling to a rumbling purr when you start caressing his thighs and hips with a tender, shy touch.Â
Encouraged by his reaction, you return to his cock. Itâs jutting proudly up, flushed a lovely pink colour, as though itâs just waiting for your attention once more. Itâs already covered in a lather of foamy spit from your attention before, and when you sink your mouth down on him once again you do so with a bit more confidence.
âLike a pro, baby.â Ghost grunts appreciatively. A calloused thumb rolls over your cheek, under the fan of your lashes, and wipes away the moisture thatâs gathered there.Â
You most certainly are not sucking his cock like a pro, but you appreciate the encouragement all the same. Itâs nice to know that youâre not doing a horrific job, at least.
You spare a glance up, half-expecting Ghostâs eyes to be closed. Instead his gaze is avid, sharp, practically electric through that thin window of his balaclava. Heâs watching you closely, taking in every detail like it all might be snatched away from him. Itâs too intense, and you look back down, focusing on his dick again.
An outraged, possessive noise escapes you when Ghost forcibly tugs your head back, pulling his cock out of your mouth. It twitches a little once itâs been removed from the wet heat of your mouth, all shiny wet and pink, and you lick your lips. God, you want to get back on that, and you donât understand why heâs taken it away from you.
Ghost lets out a low, breathy chuckle, reaching out to thumb at your spit-slick lower lip before reaching for your elbows and bodily hauling you back up onto the bed.
You practically bounce, falling back on the mattress and squirming to try and get your bearings again.
âNo,â You say, and to your bewilderment it comes out on a sob. âI wanted you to come on my faceââ
You can tell that Ghostâs expression does something strange beneath his mask because his eye twitches and he takes a deep breath. But he doesnât put his cock back in your mouth. Instead he reaches back and pulls his shirt off, and you take a broken little inhale because last time he had fucked you, heâd hardly gotten undressed at all. But now youâre being blessed with the sight of scarred pale skin pulled taut over the thick swell of muscles that turn to a softer belly, that pale trail of curls starting just below his belly button.Â
âNext time.â He says, and it comes out on the ghost of a groan. âFuck, love, next time.â
Heâs quick to hook his hands under your thighs and haul them apart. You just about have time to spread your legs before heâs muscling his way between them. He tugs impatiently at his balaclava, tugging it askew to reveal his mouth, then he presses his nose into your humiliatingly slick pussy and starts sucking at your clit like itâs a hard candy.
You shriek, your thighs clamping shut around his ears as you writhe, but he clearly has no intention of stopping. The muffled moans he lets out into your cushiony cunt vibrate in the best way, and heâs so brazen about it that it just about takes your breath away. You donât even know if he can see anything, considering his mask is completely lopsided and his eyes arenât lined up with the holes anymore, but heâs working with such enthusiasm that it doesnât even matter.
And honestly, his enthusiastic pussy-eating combined with the sheer visual stimulation heâs providing is really doing it for you.Â
Youâre probably going to get a crick in your neck from the way youâre craning your head just to watch him hunch over you, that tongue of his peeking out from beneath the edge of his mask just to lick you. Heâs built like a fucking god; thick muscles, soft tummy, and cushiony pecs. It might just be the hottest thing youâve ever seen in your life.
âOh god, fuckâ!â You choke out, your cunt clenching down hard as Ghost slides a finger into you.
Of course, Ghostâs fingers are also thicker than average. A single one of them feels like what would have been two of your own and you gasp a bit at the sudden stretch. You open up easily, your body welcoming him greedily and bearing down hard around his digits. Maybe itâs because youâre used to controlling the depth, speed and angle of penetration completely when youâre playing with your toys, but relying on Ghost for pleasure feels so damn exotic and exciting. Now you can only tilt your hips and go with Ghostâs pattern of movement; a bit harder, a bit deeper than what you would have done on your own.
He pushes another finger inside and itâs snug in your cunt, two fingers squished together nicely by your pulsing walls, hot and wet. It makes a sticky sound when he pushes them knuckle-deep, and then he sucks at your clit again, hard.
Youâre honestly taken aback when your stomach tightens up and a wave of white-hot pleasure washes over you. Your back bows off the bed, you cover your mouth with a balled-up fist, your chest heaves.Â
Itâs exactly as good as you remember it being the first time, maybe even better, and the noises you make are broken and pathetic as you whine and cry.
Ghost licks you through it, big long laves of his tongue punctuated by sweet little suckles on your clit that feel almost fond. All you can do is lay there and take it, your head spinning a little as you catch your breath and try to figure out how the fuck he managed to make you come so damn quickly when youâve been failing so spectacularly for a week.
Youâve barely finished coming, still shaking with the aftershocks, when he climbs up your body. At some point heâs shucked his trousers off, and the fact that heâs naked sends a little zing of excitement through your tired body. Or at least, as naked as Ghost tends to get. Heâs still got the damn mask on.
Heâs breathing heavily; his mouth is slightly ajar, mask tucked up around his crooked nose as he settles on his haunches between your thighs. Heâs still staring hard at your cunt, his eyes glued to the way your clit is still twitching. Heâs still so damn quiet, and you have no idea what heâs thinking.
When he reaches out to thumb at your clit again you whine. Youâre sensitive, and his thumb is calloused and rough. You wiggle, lift up your leg and press your foot to his broad chest to stop him. You may as well be pushing against a brick wall for all the good it did.
Ghost just exhales a quiet laugh, capturing your ankle in his massive fist. He turns his head and kisses your ankle; the gesture is unexpectedly tender, and makes something in your chest tremble dangerously.
He uses his hold on your ankle as leverage to raise your leg, spreading your thighs out wide until your hips ache. You feel so exposed, the lips of your cunt parted ever so slightly, and heâs quick to press his cock against your still-twitching clit.
âOh, look at her,â He breathes, low enough that you have to strain to hear. âShite, she missed me, didnât she?â
His hand is steady as he strokes his cock, dragging it through your sticky folds. The pretty pink head catches on your clit each time, and you let out a quiet whimper. Ghost doesnât even notice; his eyes are zeroed in on your spread pussy, watching how you flutter around nothing.
âFuck, sheâs been waitinâ for me all week,â He coos, his cock notching at the entrance of your cunt and pressing in just enough for you to feel the stretch as his thumb rolls against your clit. âI know, baby, been waitinâ for you too.â
Jesus, you feel like youâre gonna die. Youâre taking all these big deep shivering breaths, still trembling a little from your orgasm and eager for him to just fuck you already, but his filthy talk in your ear is sending you spiralling. Youâre so wet it feels like youâve sprung a leak; you can feel moisture running down your ass and under your thighs, and you burn with both mortification and desire.
Ghost presses his cock in a little further, and your back arches as you groan. Despite the orgasm and the fingering and the fact that you are so fucking aroused right now, the stretch is intense.
âYeah, sheâs begginâ for me.â Ghost is still talking â at this point you think his words are meant just for himself, because theyâre low and a little slurred, his eyes glassy as he stares at the way his cock spears through the slick folds of you. âListen; itâs like sheâs talking to me.â
For a second, you have no goddamn idea what heâs talking about. But then, in the silence, you hear the squelch of your drippy cunt as he squishes his cock against it in shallow little thrusts, barely even pressing the tip inside.
âOh god,â You whine, high and needy. âJustâ stop teasing.â
The bastard laughs, all low and gritty and a little breathless.
âItâs not teasing, lovie.â He says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your jawline. âYouâve been avoiding me for a week straight. Iâm just reacquainting myself.â
Then he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth in a move so sweet that it honestly takes you aback. Every complaint in your head flies out the window, and you turn eagerly in an attempt to deepen the kiss. His mouth is so hot, his lips plush and hungry and a little salty. It occurs to you that youâre tasting yourself in his mouth, and your body draws up tight and tense in response.Â
âSimon,â You breathe, intending to tell him to get a move on and just fuck you already, but you donât even get as far as finishing the order.
He groans as though the sound of his given name is a signal, and before you know it youâve got a huge wall of muscle hunched over you and around you as Ghost holds himself up by his elbows on either side of your head. You feel his cock prodding at the entrance of your cunt and your legs fall even further open, until your hip joints ache.
When he starts to push in, the stretch burns in a way that makes your mouth fall open as you choke on the air in your lungs. Youâre wet and pliable and eager, your pussy sucking hungrily at Ghostâs dick in an effort to take him deep quickly, but you had almost forgotten what this felt like. You canât stop the way your cunt tightens eagerly as he rocks in an inch.
He laughs lowly in your ear, has to swallow back a groan when you clench tight around him, âCâmon, stop pushing me out, darling.â
âWait,â You gasp, reaching down to place your hand over his belly. âWait, oh my god, youâre too bigââ
His stomach muscles are tensed with the effort he's putting in to keep from rocking into you all in one go, and you spare a moment to admire his patience and his sheer resolve to make things good for you. But even though heâs obediently paused to let you catch your breath, he chuckles quietly at your reaction.
âItâs only the tip, baby.â He murmurs, cooing softly to you like youâre something easily spooked. âYouâve taken it before. This pretty little cunt of yours is so hungry, gotta let her have it.â
You nod, hesitantly. Heâs right; he may be big, but youâd taken him before. Only last week. And you had been a virgin then. Well, technically. Not physically, maybe, since youâd long stretched out your hymen on your dildos, but mentally. Though at least last week you had stretched yourself out on your vibrator, and then Ghost had spent so long opening you up with his mouth and fingers.
Ghost rocks forward another inch, and the stretch makes you squeal like a fucking stuck pig. Itâs mortifying. How the hell did he ever manage to fit that fat cock inside you?
You slap at his belly hard, writhing away.Â
âNo, nope, not gonna fit.â You wheeze.
Ghost pulls back, and you can read the disappointed slant of his mouth and he reaches down to grip the base of his cock. Now that you get another look at it, you take a deep breath. Itâs still well-lubed with your spit and the pink cockhead is shiny with your slick.Â
Itâs big, but you know you can take it. You just⌠you need better leverage.
Your jaw clenches in determination. âI need to be on top.â
Thereâs a moment of silence as those words settle between you, as though Ghostâs brain is buffering. Then his lips start curving up into that semi-familiar smug smile, and he rolls the two of you over so that heâs laying on his back in your bed with you perched clumsily atop his thighs.
His cock juts up proudly, practically bobbing as it leaks prespend down his length. He settles back, folding his arms behind his head as he watches you â the position makes his biceps bulge in a way that is very appealing and also most likely unintentional.
âGo on.â He encourages, as hungry and wanting as youâve ever heard him. âAll yours, gorgeous.â
All yours, your brain repeats, the words echoing around your skull until youâre certain that your head is empty but for that. You want him so much it makes you feel dizzy.
You shuffle forward until your pussy is hovering over the blood-flushed head of his cock. The cute pink blush has started to darken into a red that looks painful, and you take a little breath at the idea of helping him out with his little problem.
You lower yourself down so that the tip of Ghostâs cock is lined up with your entrance and begins pressing in, stretching you wide and slipping in inch by inch. You gasp desperately as youâre speared open inexorably slowly, tears pricking your eyes as your mouth drops open.
Though youâre the one controlling the pace, it still seems overwhelming, all-encompassing. You can feel your cunt stretching wide and taut around the width of him, fluttering as Ghost groans in dazed appreciation.
You glance up at him, to see that his eyes are a little unfocused, missing the intensity that theyâve had all night. His gaze is flickering from the way your cunt is sliding down on his cock to your breasts to your face, so fast as if heâs trying to take it all in before it disappears.
His oversized hands come to rest on your hips, and you half expect him to pull you down impatiently on his cock. But he doesnât, they just rest there as though he needs to ground himself. His stomach is tensed so tight you know that his abs will be sore in the morning, and to your delight you can see a lovely pink flush climbing across his lightly-haired chest.
You keep your eyes on his half-masked face as you slowly rock your way down onto the length of him, your breath occasionally hitching. Though he doesnât rush you, you can feel the way his fingers twitch on your hips and the way his jaw grinds, and all those little tells only increase your excitement.
Youâre so full you feel like youâre about to break in half, and Ghostâs gaze on you feels like a physical weight, but you donât stop. You wiggle clumsily, trying to take him deeper and unintentionally pulling gruff groans out of him every time your body tightens.
Then, finally, you take him to the hilt. He groans, his eyes half-lidded as he watches the way your body sits perched on his lap, little tremors rocking through you as you adjust to his size inside.Â
âThatâs my girl.â Ghost says, and the praise comes out on the edge of a growl. âFuck, itâs like you were made for me.â
Tingling heat is growing alarmingly quickly in your lower belly and at the apex of your thighs, and you tremble over him as you use your grip on his shoulders for leverage. The soft sounds of pleasure that are pulled out of his throat every time you roll yourself against him send sparks through your entire nervous system â youâve never heard Ghost sound so soft and wanting.
One of his hands reaches between you, one big thumb settling right over your swollen clit. You squeal, but your noises are half-moans as you try to rock your hips against his hand even as you try to ease the feeling of his girth inside you.
âWould you have gone back to his quarters?â He asks, and the seemingly non-sequitur is too much for your dazed, cock-stupid mind to keep with.
âHuh?â You breathe, tentatively rocking your hips and moaning softly as his cock hits just right inside.
âThe guy at the bar.â Ghost clarifies, his voice deep and a little irritated. âThe one who was all over you. Would you have gone back with him?â
Oh, you think a little wryly. You should have known that heâd be a big possessive bastard.
âI donât know.â You say, but youâre barely paying attention. Youâve started to rock for real now, and it feels good. Your rhythm is barely more than a slow grind â you think, distantly, that you should be lifting yourself up and down and fucking yourself properly, but grinding so that he hits deep and your clit rubs up against his pubic bone just feels so fucking intense.
âWaste of your time.â He grunts, his grip tight on your hips as he watches you hump lazily. âJesus, look at the way youâre sucking me in. Cuntâs so fussy, she was just waiting for me.â
The worst part is, you think he might be right. You had been touching yourself every night this week, trying and failing to recreate the high he had brought you to. The touch just wasnât the same, and no matter how close you got you just couldnât fall over that damn ledge.
âYeah,â You whine, hardly even aware of what youâre agreeing to. The sweet ache of the stretch has almost disappeared now, and you hump back onto his cock with abandon. Your chest is heaving as you pant, and you can feel your own body trying to suck him in further but thereâs nowhere else to go because heâs filling you up so completely.Â
You tip forward, grabbing clumsily at his shoulders for balance as your face smushes against the cushiony softness of his pecs. God, heâs so strong, itâs like your body weight is nothing to him â he just accepts your whole body leaning into him, humming in satisfaction.
Tentatively, you lift yourself up a few inches so you can ease back down. You repeat the movement a few more times, and then youâve established a steady pace of fucking yourself on his cock.Â
âSimon,â You gasp, and it comes out in a whimper thatâs far more pathetic than you had intended. âAm Iâ am I doing good?â
Heâs gritting his teeth â you can see the tense line of his jaw as he tilts his head back, watching your face as you bounce stumblingly on his cock.
âLike I said, lovie, youâre a natural.â He says, exhaling harshly through his nose. âGimme a kiss.â
When you lean forward to kiss him, the angle shifts and all of a sudden he's hitting the spot that makes your knees go weak. Your thighs are already burning from the exertion of riding him, but you whine desperately.
âThere.â You moan into Ghostâs mouth, the two of you sharing air as you pant against each otherâs lips. âOh god, pleaseââ
The muscles in his thighs ripple as he lifts his hips to meet yours as you bounce down, and then all of a sudden heâs fucking into you from below. The strength in his hips almost bodily lifts you every time he fucks up, though you almost thwart his every thrust as you try to grind on him again, trying to get his cock to hit just right again.
Fuck, your legs are tired and your knees are aching, but you can feel that glorious build up in your tummy again. Ghost has taken over most of the heavy lifting now too; instead of relying on you to bounce up and down, heâs drilling into that one spot inside you that sends liquid heat shooting up your spine.
Your mouth is hanging open and youâre pretty sure that youâre drooling all over his lovely, soft chest, but it just feels so good. You donât understand how he does this, how he makes it feel so good for you. You think, a little wildly, that maybe your cunt was made for him.
âFuckinâ Christ, youâre so tight,â Ghost grunts, and his chest rumbles beneath your smushed cheek. âGonna come again for me, sweetheart? Go on, cream on me.â
You didnât actually think you were that close to another orgasm, despite how good it feels, but maybe Ghost knows you and your pussy better than you know yourself because you feel yourself go tight and gushy, nonsensical gasping and babbling spilling from your lips. The soft squelching noises your pussy makes as his cock fucks up into you is obscene, enough to make your nipples go tight and tingly.
Then his thumb rolls hard against the swollen bud of your clit and youâre gone. You think you might actually scream, but itâs muffled against the now drool-covered expanse of his thick, bulging pecs.Â
You let out a choked out wail as your orgasm rips through you like an electric shock, leaving you trembling madly in its wake. You swear you come apart completely, unravelling at the edges as you writhe in his lap, grinding wildly even as he continues to fuck you through it.Â
You donât get even a moment of reprieve, because Ghost keeps going through the waves of your orgasm. He pulls you up to kiss you, sloppy and dirty, and then starts thrusting for all heâs worth. Youâre put in mind of bull-riding, and your thighs clench hard as you try to stay seated as he bucks against you.
It's the most unravelled youâve ever seen him. Ghost is always cool and in control, always meeting everything with smug, arrogant confidence. To see him glowing with sweat, his mouth lolled open under his rumpled balaclava as he snarls and grunts and fucks into you like an animal feels like a drug so heady you know youâre already addicted.
This is not the lazy rhythm of before; heâs uncoordinated and frantic, kissing you hard and messy as he shoves his cock up into you so hard that youâre sure itâs going to leave a permanent impression inside you. Maybe thatâs what heâs aiming for. You take it easily, split open and pliant and soft and wet.
Youâre oversensitive and shivery, breathing hard and whimpering on every other thrust, but you donât complain. It only takes a handful of thrusts before Ghost finishes with a bitten off snarl, his jaw clenching and head tipping back as he pulls you off him just in time for his cock to spurt several thick ropes of creamy cum between you. Most of it lands on your belly, dripping down onto your pussy like icing on a cake, but some of it spurts onto Ghostâs own soft belly too.
It makes a mess, but you donât care. You feel so dreamy-floaty happy right now, your limbs floppy and rubbery as you slump down onto his chest. He catches you easily, and lays you down gently onto the bed.Â
You grumble when he moves, but you remember this part from last time. You donât bother opening your eyes; you know heâll come back.
Sure enough, he returns within moments, and you feel a warm, wet cloth wiping at your belly and inner thighs. You part your legs, pleased with the feeling of being looked after. When you blink your eyes open again, you see that heâs pulled the mask back down to cover his lovely, talented mouth. You try not to be too disappointed over that. His eyeblack is smeared too; it gives the impression of total debauchery.Â
âYou alright, love?â He asks, and you realise that youâve just been staring blankly at him.
âYeah.â You mumble, stretching your body out like a cat. Now that youâve been given a moment, you can feel all those little aches flare to life between your legs, around your hips, and up the base of your spine. You wince, but donât complain.
To your delight, Ghost climbs back into bed with you. Heâs a little too big for the standard issue frame, but youâre more than happy to roll on top of him and cuddle close to conserve space. He seems similarly happy to have you all laid out on his chest, because he presses his masked face to the top of your head and inhales slowly.
âAre you staying, this time?â You ask quietly. You think you know the answer after your conversation earlier, but you canât quite help the little pulse of insecurity.
âAs long as youâll have me.â He says, low in the quiet of the room. His tone is thick with significance, like heâs talking about more than just staying the night, and his fingers are sure and steady as he traces absent-minded little patterns down the length of your spine.
You swallow, heart racing, and rest your cheek against his chest. The steady thump, thump, thump of his own heart soothes you, and you bite your lip. Heâs so solid, reliable. Youâd trust him with your life, with anything.Â
You glance down, your eyes curiously seeking out his now softening cock. Itâs laying in a bed of his blond curls at his crotch, and it looks so unthreatening when itâs flaccid. You admire the shape of it absently, feeling a little thrill of excitement at the sight of it. You canât lie to yourself and say you donât feel a little possessive, either.
âAre we dating now?â You ask quietly. Youâre not able to look him in the eye when you ask it, so you keep your face turned down. You donât think you could handle seeing his expression if his answer is no.
Thereâs a pause. His hand halts the sweet patterns heâd been drawing on your back.
âWas that a question for me, or my cock?â He asks. He seems to be aiming for his usual sort of dry humour, but his tone comes out a little guarded, as though heâs actually not sure.
You raise your head, stifling your insecurity, and make eye contact with him. Those pretty brown eyes, so warm when theyâre looking at you like this.
âYou,â You say.
Thereâs another pause, and then his hand starts tracing its way over your bare back again.
âYeah,â Ghost says, and the corners of eyes crinkle. âStuck with me now, lovie.â
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Steve becomes an actor. Eddie reacts to his movies while nursing his crush.
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That Time He Got Naked
Steve had always been a good performer. Eddie watched him in school, putting on the face of a disaffected cool guy who was above everything around him. And he watched him put on a face of bravery for the kids when the end of the world was at their fingertips. When Steve got his first role, Eddie figured it made sense. He hadn't exactly been trained in acting, but he had a pretty face and the ability to do what he was told on a set.
When he got his second role, Eddie didn't pay much attention. Local art movies by Robin's college friends weren't that interesting to watch, in his opinion. But the third role was when it became a thing. That's when it started turning into a big deal. And before they knew it, a year later, Steve was in a real movie. A movie they could see in theaters and rent at family video. A movie people had actually heard of. The kind of movie everyone sat down to watch in support of their famous friend. Even if it was a just small role.
So, at the first available showing where the entire party could get together, Eddie found himself squished between Dustin and Nancy, watching Steve gasp and moan like it was his first time.
And Eddie's face was on fire.
Dustin had pulled his hoodie over his eyes.
Nancy was sitting straight as a telephone pole.
Jonathan leaned over and asked her, âWas he really like that?â Which made her smack him on the arm and tell him to shut up.
Eddie could barely pay attention. He was too busy wondering, as he stared at Steve's bare ass taking up half the screen, if Steve had been hitting the gym to tone up just for this scene because-
He needed to stop thinking about it before he made it even more awkward for everyone.
When Steve called him a week later, he could barely talk without stuttering like a fool.
âSo, what did you think? Maria said I was really convincing but she was in the scene with me. She kind of has to say that,â Steve said.
Eddie thought that the sight of Steve's ass had been imprinted on the back of his eyelids, because it was all he saw when he closed his eyes to sleep at night.
âIt was good,â Eddie said awkwardly.
âThat sex scene was so embarrassing. People keep asking me if it was hot. There is nothing hot about standing around your coworkers in a flesh colored jockstrap.â
âMm-hmm,â Eddie said, trying not to imagine a scenario where Steve was his coworker, and that was his uniform.
That Time He Died
The next time they met up to watch a Steve movie, nobody had warned Eddie about its contents. Or, maybe they did and he'd ignored it because he didn't want to think about the little mole on the small of Steve's back that he'd discovered last time they watched a Steve movie.
Either way, Eddie was completely unprepared to watch Steve gasping for air while being beaten to death in an alley.
âUgh, I can't watch this,â Robin muttered when it became clear what was happening. She ran out of the theater a few moments later when the scene didn't end quickly enough.
Lucas was on Eddie's other side, cringing with each brutal punch. Steve was letting out pathetic, wet whimpers, his face literally crunching under the main actor's fists.
Eddie knew it was fake. The blood was kind of excessive and there was just no way you could rearrange someone's face like that with your bare hands. But watching Steve's eyes go glassy made Eddie feel sick.
He got up too.
He found Robin standing next to a water fountain, just staring at it.
âThirsty, Buckley?â
She jumped.
âOh. No,â she said, stuffing her hands in the pickets of her jacket. âI just dream about that kind of stuff a lot.â
Eddie nodded. âI get it. It's different when we've seen him hurt before.â
Behind them, the theater door swung open. Dustin paused when he saw them, and then propped it open with his foot. The rest of the party followed.
âI guess we're leaving early, huh?â Nancy asked.
Everyone nodded.
âNobody tells Steve,â Robin warned.
When Steve called him the next day, he kept his mouth shut.
âYou were terrifying,â Eddie said.
âYou sure? I think I was supposed to be more pathetic than anything else.â
âI mean, that too. But it was super gory, so I think the whole theater was freaked out.â
âNeat,â Steve said. âYou know, I'm going to be in Chicago this weekend. We should hang out!â
âI'd love that!â Eddie said too quickly.
Steve laughed and asked, âmaybe you can show me around?â
âYeah, you can stay at my place!â Eddie said.
And then he looked around his apartment and cringed. âOn second thought, you can get a hotel if you don't want to deal with the mess.â
âI love the mess. It's you,â Steve said.
Eddie wasn't sure if he was supposed to be offended or not.
That Time He Cried
The next movie wasn't much better. This time, Eddie came prepared. This time, Steve didn't get naked or die. What he hadn't anticipated was that there were other terrible things that could happen, like watching the man he'd held a crush on for years now scream and sob because he lost the will to live after his wife died.
Eddie honestly didn't know that Steve could sound like that. The anguish in his voice at the funeral scene, the pain in his eyes. It was raw, and difficult to face.
There wasn't a dry tear in their row.
âI do not like this one,â El whispered to Eddie.
âWhy is he always miserable in these movies?â Max muttered. She had her shoulders up to her ears and her arms crossed, like she could hold the tears back if she wound herself up tight enough.
âWell. He seemed pretty happy in the first one,â Eddie said.
Max punched him in the shoulder.
Steve's phone call came that evening.
âDude, I think you broke everyone's hearts. I didn't even know you could cry like that,â Eddie said.
Steve huffed a laugh into the receiver. âMy agent told me to think of something sad.â
âWhat did you think of?â Eddie asked. He instantly wanted to smack himself in the forehead. Why would Steve share that with him? To his shock, Steve hummed, like he was thinking.
âI thought about how I felt when we thought Max was dead,â he said quietly. âObviously, it's not like that between us. She's basically my sister at this point. ButâŚit was the first time I'd ever lost someone but cared about. Someone I was supposed to protect.â
Eddie's heart melted into a million pieces.
âSteve. I think you should invite her to visit you. She loves you too,â he said softly.
âYeah,â Steve said slowly, âthe only thing is that Dustin would lose his shit if she visited first.â
âOh, don't worry, I'll keep him distracted for you,â Eddie said.
âWith Dragons and Dickwads?â Steve asked.
âYou know it.â
That Time He Proposed
Eventually, Steve broke his curse of misery and managed to get a lead role in a rom com. Eddie hated it more than anything else. Watching him fall in love with the human equivalent of a shallow puddle pissed Eddie off more than anything else had in a long time. Steve's pretty eyes, staring at her. Steve, so visibly in love with someone who didn't deserve him. Steve, doing stupid shit to make her take him back when he hadn't done anything wrong in Eddieâs completely unbiased opinion.
It made Eddie want to tear his hair out.
The real cherry on top was Steve proposing to her at the end, because of-fucking-course the movie ended that way. That kind of heteronormative love at first sight, get married and have kids bullshit the media always pandered to, drove him up the wall. Steve did all the work. He set up a cheesy outdoor surprise at the beach and dropped to one knee while everyone in the background of the scene clapped like a bunch of lemmings.
âThis is so fucking stupid,â Eddie said.
âTell me about it,â Mike said.
âGod, I hate romance movies," Eddie said.
âThey always suck,â Mike agreed.
âSteve would never do that! He doesn't like big grand gestures!â Eddie said.
âWhat?â Mike asked.
âHe's a very private person!â
âEddieâŚthat's not Steve. That's Chris. Steveâs character,â Erica said.
âI- I know that. I'm just saying,â Eddie sputtered.
âCan you all shut the fuck up?â Max hissed.
Steve called him a week later, and by then, Eddie had forgotten all about it up until Steve started waxing poetic about how romantic it all was. Ugh.
âWait, I thought you didn't like that kind of stuff,â Eddie interrupted.
âOh. No, I don't. But in the context of the movie, it was supposed to be.â
âSoâŚwhat kind of romance do you like?â Eddie asked casually.
âGonna surprise me with something, Munson?â Steve asked.
âWha- no, I just-â Eddie stuttered.
Steve interrupted him with a laugh. Then, he suddenly asked, in a sinfully soft voice, âwhen are you going to visit me?â
Eddie's heart skipped a beat.
âUh, I don't know. Tattooing doesn't pay for a California vacation yet,â he said nervously.
âYou could move out here,â Steve said. âThere's a ton of people wanting tattoos in LA.â
âI don't know if all that sun would agree with me,â Eddie joked.
âYoucouldmoveinwithme,â Steve blurted out.
âHmm?â Eddie asked, twisting the phone cord around his thumb.
âYou could move in with me,â Steve said.
Eddie nearly dropped the phone. He sat up straight and looked at his hands like they couldn't tell him what he'd really heard, because there was no way Steve was being serious.
âEddie?â Steve asked.
âI'm here. Good one, Steve,â he said with a forced laugh, âlike you'd want me messing up your place. Anyway, got anything else going on?â
Steve didn't reply for a moment. When he did, he told him about some party he'd gone to. And Eddie forgot about the offer completely.
That Time He Was a Villain
Thankfully, Steve's next film was wildly different from the others. This time he was the bad guy. Eddie found it kind of thrilling to watch him parade around with the confidence of an unapologetic piece of shit. The way he led the main characters around like he had them on a leash, the way he looked when he was in charge. It made Eddie's pathetic little heart shiver.
Steve made a sexy villain.
Unfortunately for Eddie, nobody else seemed to agree. As they left the theater, all the kids were grumbling under their breath.
âI thought he was cool in that role,â Eddie said.
âHe was such an asshole!â Dustin said.
âI can't believe he was so mean to Miranda! He didn't have to be such a bad husband!â Max said.
âIt was the look in his eyes. Like he thought it was all fun,â Erica said with disgust.
âOnce a douche, always a douche,â Mike muttered.
Nancy lifted an eyebrow. âYou guys know that it was just a character, right? Steve didn't actually endorse any of that stuff.â
âHe chose the role,â Dustin muttered. âI hope Hollywood isn't ruining him.â
Eddie was pretty sure they just missed him.
Steve called him three days later.
âDo you think I'm turning into an asshole?â he asked without saying hello.
âDustinâs just being stupid,â Eddie said.
âHe says I'm regressing back into my high school days!â
âThat's dramatic,â Eddie said with a laugh, âhe didn't even know you in high school.â
âExactly!â
âI thought you were cool in your latest movie,â Eddie said.
âWhat?â
âI mean, you are a bit of an ass, but it shows your skill.â
âWait, is that what this is about? I thought I missed his birthday or something!â
âOh, no. They just don't like seeing you play the bad guy.â
âOh my God, that is so fucking-â
That Time He Fell In Love With A Man
Eddie didn't know what was coming next. Steve had been in a wide variety of roles at this point, so when he sat down in the theater with a bucket of popcorn, he did not expect to witness the crush of his life, holder of his soul, dream of all dreams, to be making out with another man.
Eddie nearly threw his popcorn at the screen out of sheer shock.
âBuckley, did you know about this!?â he hissed to Robin.
âYeah, I thought it was really brave,â she said softly.
âWhat do you mean? Because he's straight?â
Robin slowly turned to look at Eddie with an eyebrow lifted.
â...what?â she asked.
Eddie wasn't paying attention. He turned back to watch. It was beautiful. It was nothing like what he'd expected. Explicit love between two men, on screen for the world to see. He didn't even have it in himself to get jealous. For the first time, Eddie couldn't see Steve. He saw the story. He could see himself in the way Steve's character looked at his lover. The way they hid their feelings for each other in public. The film ended with Steve's character passing away in a car accident. It made Eddie cry. Eddie hadn't cried in a theater in years.
He left the building feeling raw.
The others were raving about the film, talking about how it would push Steve's career to the next level. No comments about it being weird or gross.
âRobin, why would he choose that role?â Eddie asked quietly.
âWhat do you mean?â she asked.
âI mean, did he do it for Will or something?â
Robin turned to Eddie with her hands on her hips, looking very much like Steve with the level of judgement in her eyes.
âEddieâŚwhen you said Steve was straight. Were you being serious?â
Eddie just blinked at her. âOf course I was. He is straight.â
âAre you stupid?â she asked. Eddie opened his mouth to reply, but she didn't let him. âWhere have you been the last few years? Has that apartment of yours been lined with lead?â
âWhat-â
âEddie, he calls you almost every week!â
âHe calls everyone-â
âHe stays at your place when he's in town!â
âIt's cheaper-â
âHe is a successful actor! He has no reason to stay in your apartment, which is always covered in dirty clothes!â
âHey, I try to keep it-â
âLast time I was there, your underwear was hanging on the bathroom doorknob!â
âListen, I told you I can explain that-â
âEddie, he asked if you wanted to move in with him!â
Eddie opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Now that he thought about it, he did recall Steve joking about that. But it had just been a joke. Right?
âI thought he was being nice?â Eddie offered.
âOh my god, you are so stupid,â Robin said.
âWait, so let me get this right. Steve isn't straight. And he's interested in me!?â
Robin punched him in the shoulder. âGo call him, you dumbass.â
Eddie turned and ran all the way home without even saying goodbye. By the time he made it to his phone, he was gasping for air after running up three flights of stairs. And for the first time in years, he called Steve after watching his movie.
âHello?â
Eddie could only gasp for air.
â...listen if this is some kind of prank-â
âNo! Wait! It's me!â Eddie gasped.
âEddie?â Steve asked.
âI saw your new movie,â Eddie said, brushing his hands out of his face with a shaking hand, âwhy didn't you ever tell me?â
Steve was silent for a moment.
âTell you what?â he finally asked.
âThat you like men!â
âI'm sorry?â Steve asked, sounding shocked.
Eddie's face was on fire. Had he somehow completely misunderstood Robin's point? Should he have stayed beyond to make sure?
âEddie, did you not know that?â Steve asked.
âWhat! Of course, I didn't! If I had known that I would have-â Eddie cut himself off, too embarrassed to even say it.
âYou would have what?â Steve goaded.
âIt doesn't matter,â Eddie mumbled.
âNo, I think it does,â Steve said.
âIt's not a big deal,â Eddie said.
âI think it is,â Steve said.
Eddie bit his bottom lip, letting his feelings fester inside him until they finally exploded in the form of him shouting, âI would have asked you out!â
âAnd I would have said yes,â Steve said instantly.
âReally?â Eddie asked softly.
âI meanâŚI've been crazy about you for years,â Steve said.
âWhy didn't you say anything!? Do you know how crazy you drove me last time you stayed here? You can't hold a man in bed like that and not expect him to fall in love!â
âI- uh, thought you didn't feel the same,â Steve said, sounding embarrassed. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed. Robin was right. He was so stupid.
âSteve, I feel the same and I want to ask you to be with me for the foreseeable future,â Eddie said boldly.
âThe foreseeable future? Not just a date?â Steve asked.
âI am well past wanting a single date, to be honest.â
âOh wow. Well, I've been looking for a boyfriend,â Steve said.
âI might even surprise you with something romantic,â Eddie said with a smile.
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No, you listen to me | James Potter
Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Summary: Aftermath of when you ran away from the Yule ball, cinderella style. after the Christmas holidays, both of you return to hogwarts with different objectives. James tries to find out who you are. You try to make sure he never will.
Notes: Not proofread. Mistakes. Once again because people keep forgetting, english is my third language, be kind. Themes of bullying, discrimination, very bad sister relationships. Regulus is like a BROTHER. James tries?
Masterlist Part one. Part three
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Your eyes scanned across the parchment, rereading Jamesâ apology, but all you could really feel was disappointment and anger. What was even the point of trying to prove anyone wrong? You leaned back against the cushions of the armchair and pulled your knees up, wrapping your arms around them to steadily lock them in place. Then you let your head drop.
You pressed your watering eyes into your knee, effectively letting your pajama pants soak up any tears that threatened to fall. You gently rocked yourself back and forth while you tried to clear your mind. You wouldnât let any of this get to you.
A hand pressed itself to your back, right between your shoulder blades. âLetâs get you out of here,â Regulus spoke up. His tone was hard, but only because of his clenched jaw when he thought back to how you had run off with a betrayed look. The second he realized it was James who was the mystery guy, he had kept a close eye. He knew things wouldnât end well with those prejudiced twats, and he was right.
You pathetically looked up at him, and Regulus didnât bother to hide his grimace at the sight of your face.
âDonât exaggerate you arse,â you mumbled and shoved him light-heartedly.
âBack at you,â Regulus shot back. Then he sighed and motioned for you to scootch over so he could squeeze himself to fit in the armchair with you. âI know you. And I know you know what my brother and his friends are like. Why are you so disappointed?â
You stared at the lit fireplace, lost in thoughts, and eventually shrugged when Regulus nudged you out of your train of thoughts.
âI guess- I really liked the guy on the other side of the paper. And I really hoped that maybe heâd be in there somewhere. And I suppose that for a moment I actually thought James Potter was alright, you know?â
Regulus scrunched his nose in distaste. âNot at all, but go on.â
You shook your head in amusement at him, but let your eyes soften. âIâm sorry Reg,â you whispered.
âWhat for?â
âMaking you listen to me whining about a guy that I know you have personal issues with.â You decided not to mention out loud the fact that those personal issues included the way Sirius had left Regulus behind in that household, escaping to live with the Potters and going as far as publicly calling James his true brother. Found family, he had proudly said.
Regulus knew what you were referring to. He smiled bitterly. âWell, brothers are overrated anyways. Iâd much rather have a sister,â he said while nudging you again.
You hummed in contemplation. âI donât know Reg; Iâll have to disagree with you on this one. Iâd much rather have a brother than any number of sisters.â
âHow convenient for us.â
âVery convenient indeed,â you smiled happily.
Regulus got up suddenly and turned to you with a stretched out hand. You raised an eyebrow at him.
âI meant what I said, you know. Letâs get you out of here. I do recall you promising me tea at your new apartment.â He looked at his pocket watch. âWell, itâs 5 oâclock in the morning, and the first train leaves at 6. Whatâs the difference between leaving in the evening or right now.â
âYou absolute champ.â
âI donât even know what that means.â
You laugh whole-heartedly and stuff the parchment in your transfigurations book. You and Regulus took the first train and left Hogwarts behind for the Christmas holidays. A break would do you good. Godric knows you needed to get James off your mind.
James carefully placed the glass slippers in his suitcase and covered them with a few sweaters just in case. He had caught the elves recklessly throwing suitcases into the storage compartment of the Hogwarts express before. Youâd think that the use of magic would come in handy for tasks like this, but no.
âProngs, I got you this?â Sirius pushed a sheet of bubble wrap into Jamesâ arms. James offered Sirius an appreciative look.
After thoroughly explaining everything, from the moment when he found the parchment, to who you were and why he decided that he wanted to become someone you would approve of, Sirius had pieced the rest together and apologized to James for leaving such a shit impression on his mystery date.
James sheepishly pointed at his own solution. âShould I change it?â
âWell, I mean did you see how the elves throw around with our luggage?â
James mirrored Sirius' grin. This break truly came at a perfect time. After all, James would let you occupy his mind as much as he needed to find out who you were.
Two weeks flew by in a blur. You and Regulus had set up a Christmas tree inside your small apartment and had made a competition out of finding the most impressive gift for each other, with only 10 galleons.
You had found the most gorgeous black quill and enchanted ink set for him and were rather confident until Regulus had somehow shown up with what looked like emerald, antique and gorgeously over the top earrings. You had shot him a look and he had immediately provided a receipt to prove he had played fair.
âI just have great negotiating skills,â heâd said.
You had hummed skeptically in reply but had happily tried them on.
All in all, the holidays were a very welcome break for you. Which is why you were so very reluctant to pack your bags. The door to your room opened and Regulus stood in the entrance, leaning against the door frame.
âGet out,â you groaned in dismay at the interruption. Regulus shot you an unimpressed look.
âNot until I see you pack; we leave in less than an hour.â
You huffed in annoyance and threw a pillow at his head. âIâm not asking you again, Black.â You flopped back down on your bed dramatically in dismay at the prospect of going back to Hogwarts. Regulus elegantly tilted his head and let the pillow fly past him.
âOne hour,â he enunciated, before walking off.
You threw another pillow his way and yelled, âClose the door when you leave, you twat!â
With a flick of his wand, your door closed.
Regulus waited for you with a bag in his hand.
âWhereâs the rest of it,â you teased as you motioned to the small amount of luggage he held.
Regulus turned red but stuck his chin up. âLeft them here for the summer,â he off-handedly replied. You laughed. âGreat, so you can help carry this bag then,â you grinned and pushed your smaller bag into his hands while you marched out the door with your heavy luggage, dragged behind you.
When you entered the platform, and were handed the Hogwarts newspaper, you did not expect to find a picture of you and James at the Yule ball on the front page. âWho are you, Willow?â
You immediately folded the paper together and looked up in panic at Regulus. He looked around and found different students excitedly chittering to each other, all while pointing at the newspaper.
âThat is so romantic,â
âI thought James was with Lily?â
âNo, theyâre just friends now.â
âI was wondering who he was dancing with.â
âShe looks so pretty.â
âIf I found out that my date was James Potter, Iâd take off that mask immediately.â
âWell, she could just be shy.â
âSo true, probably Hufflepuff, donât you think?
âI really hope he finds her.â
You grimaced at everyone and all you wanted to do was disappear. âRelax, Y/N,â Regulus smoothly pulled you on board the Hogwarts Express. âNo one will know itâs you.â
Despite knowing that he was absolutely right, you still faced the floor as you looked for an empty compartment. You didnât realize that you were passing James, who had just come back from a train meeting with the other prefects. He had picked up on Regulusâ words and frowned. But before he could really stop to consider Regulusâ statement, Peter happily waved at him from the maraudersâ compartment. âWeâre over here!â he called out. James forgot about what he heard.
Remus held the newspaper up in the air when James finally took a seat. âReally?â
âIt was Padâs idea,â James immediately said.
Peter curiously grabbed the newspaper. âAny results?â
James shrugged. âItâs only the first day,â he tries to convince himself, but he was not very sure about this approach to find you.
âItâs going to work out, trust me,â Sirius said. âWhen she sees that youâre going to this extent to find her, youâll definitely woo her for sure,â he claimed.
Remus pulled a face. âI mean, if she ran off cause you two were being pricks, again,â he gave both Sirius and James a sharp look. âAnd hasnât answered any of your messages, I donât think starting a witch-hunt of sorts is the way to find her,â he voiced out his opinion. âShe clearly doesnât want to be found.â
âWhat are you calling my methods bad?â Sirius squinted his eyes at Remus in mock offense.
âIâm just saying they wouldnât exactly woo me,â Remus dryly remarked.
âAnd yet-â
âGuys,â James interrupted. âI just want to find her and apologize. And ask her for another chance to prove that Iâm more than what she saw.â
âWell,â Peter started. He turned red when all eyes were suddenly on him. âShe will probably not reveal herself. But sheâs still a student here. And she knows who you are. So maybe if you publicly show off kind acts, sheâll see how you can be?â
There was a beat of silence and for a moment, Peter wanted to change into a rat and crawl into a hole to hide. But suddenly he was patted on the back by James. âPeter, you absolute champ!â
James Potter was acting weird, and you knew exactly what he was trying to do. You huffed to yourself as you marched right past him while he held the door open for his friends and you, who trailed in right behind them.
Previously, James would have definitely let the door fall in your face, and you had anticipated so, thus smoothly switching your books to your left arm, putting your right hand in front of you in a bracing manner. And so it happened that you stood there frozen, hand flat against James' chest, because he had turned around fully to hold the door open for you.
You embarrassedly dropped your hand that still lingered against him, and a deep frown settled on your face.
âIâd take ten points from Slytherin for touching a student without their consent, but I suppose Iâll let it slide for today,â he arrogantly said. You wanted to beat him up. But you supposed you could let it slide for today. You scowled at him and fled past him towards your designated seat.
Something tugged inside Jamesâ chest as he watched you turn your back towards him and hurry away. He walked to join the rest of the marauders, a ghost feeling of your palm against his chest.
It hadnât just been you that he was more civilized with. You noticed when you found him volunteering in the library, putting away books back on the shelves manually. This bothered you, because he tended to specifically linger around the particular section in the back about Egyptian rites, your favorite. You knew he was there to hopefully spot any often-returning students.
You also noticed that less and less students were coming back to the common room, hexed. Aside from snide remarks, you hadnât encountered much animosity from him anymore either.
Instead, you found yourself on assigned patrol with him, despite the fact that Regulus had kindly offered to jinx his broom during Quidditch practice so you wouldnât have to.
âSo,â James broke the silence. âHow was your holiday?â
âWhy do you want to know,â you immediately shot back before you could stop yourself. James raised his hands in surrender. âWoah, sorry, L/N, just making conversation here.â
You sighed and forced your shoulders to lose their tension. âIt was fine.â
âFine.â James repeated.
âFine,â you confirmed.
That was the end of your conversation, in your opinion. James however, seemed to think differently.
âSo did you get any nice presents?â
You shot him an annoyed look but ended up answering anyway. âYes actually, Regulus got me these earrings,â you said, and you tilted your head to show him. Jamesâ eyes lingered on your earrings. They looked good on you. The exaggerated gem made you stand out despite your sober attire.
âWhat else?â
âWhat do you mean, what else?â
âWhy, did your parents not buy you anything or what?â
You halted mid-step and stared up at James. He noticed that he had said something wrong, and when your sisters came to mind, he hurriedly tried to take his words back. You didnât let him.
âI donât go home for the holidays,â you settled on. âIâm not particularly welcome there. My parents are as big of a fan of me, as Alyssa and Marla are.â You laughed bitterly and continued walking. James followed behind you, he didnât say a word, instead waited for you to continue.
âWell, Iâm in Slytherin after all. Which obviously equals being an evil blood supremacist. They wouldnât want to associate themselves with that, of course,â you sarcastically remarked.
James felt guilt slowly seep in. Your words resonated in his mind and his hands grasped the folded parchment in the pocket of his robes tightly. Those were his exact same words of that night at the Yule ball, and he bit his lip. âIâm sorry.â
You looked up at him, surprise evident in your eyes. âYouâre sorry?â You asked him in disbelief.
James nodded. If he couldnât say it to his mystery girl, at least he could say it to you, he figured.
James watched your eyes light up slightly and for a moment, he was lost in a trance. He snapped out of it when you returned the question. âSo how was your holiday?â
He grinned at the olive branch that you were reaching out. âMine was fine.â
âFine?â
âFine,â he teased. You fought the smile that threatened to tug on your lips.
Patrol ended without any incidents to report and when you wrote that down, James peered over your shoulder to catch your circled dot on the âiâ of ânothing to report.â A sense of dĂŠjĂ vu dawned on him, but the sheer unconscious refusal to even consider you a possibility kept your secret safe.
When you were in bed that night, you couldnât help but think about how at ease you had felt for the remainder of the night with James, basking in the familiarity of the person behind the paper.
With every patrol, you two put another step forward in the direction of a friendship of some sorts.
James couldn't deny the fact that with each time, he started to look forward to the next time, almost the same giddy feeling fluttering in his stomach as each time he would unfold his parchment to find new kind words written there.
You and Willow would be friends, James thought, as he looked at you while you were casually explaining Transfiguration to him while you two strolled through the corridors, not without the occasional insult at his 'lack of competence'.
But for now, James enjoyed the privilege of calling you by your first name. A friend of some sorts, he liked to think.
Perhaps he was wrong about Slytherins. Sure, there were some rotten apples, but he supposed there were rotten apples in each house. And you weren't so bad after all.
For the first time in a long time, you enjoyed your days at Hogwarts. Truly enjoyed them. You would send Regulus to the library to get you your favourite books, and would patrol every Thursday with James unless he had Quidditch practice. Then you would patrol with Abrams. Youâd come across James, who would nod with a kind smile at you as you two have come to be cautious friends and patrol-partners. You hadnât really heard anything from your sisters either, which was absolute bliss as well.
But then one day, you were studying Transfiguration by yourself in the library, and you just so happened to need to go to the bathroom. When you returned, you noticed your book was missing and you pulled a sour face before requesting a new one from Professor McGonagall who had looked over her glasses at you.
But that hadnât been the bad part. No, the bad part was that you had completely forgotten that you had put your enchanted parchment that connected yours to Jamesâ inside that book.
Sirius had victoriously grinned at his funny prank idea. He would change some spells in your book so that you would mess up and become a toad in class. He tossed the book on a table in the common room and a piece of paper slid out.
Sirius had seen the piece of paper before, and his eyes grew as wide as saucers. He jumped up, ran towards his room, and rummaged through Jamesâ nightstand before finding James' parchment under his pillow and wrote something on it. He walked back down the stairs with Jamesâ paper, and he watched in disbelief as a messy âhelloâ appeared on the paper that your sisters now held. âMerlin,â he breathed out, but your sisters had already stormed out of the room.
You entered the Great Hall and felt everyone staring at you and whispering. Even fellow Slytherin students looked at you in contempt. You gave Regulus a confused look when you walked to the free seat next to him. He quietly slid over the Hogwarts newspaper.
Front page again. âMystery girl uncovered. Not a Willow, but a Hanging Tree.â
You didnât need to read the rest; you tore your eyes away from the paper. Tears threatened to spill, but you tried to keep a cool front. You turned around to look for James and found him and his friends sitting right behind you.
Whoever thought that putting The Gryffindor table and Slytherin table next to each other should rot in the dungeons, you bitterly thought.
It was your sister who spoke up first. âI canât believe someone like you would make themselves out to be a victim. âOh no, my sisters bully me,ââ she mocked you.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks and got up. She got up as well and you stood eye to eye with each other. âYouâre pathetic,â She sneered. âYouâre the real mistake here. So go do what you do best- run away.â
You wanted to say something. Anything. But you felt weak and small again. So you turned around and walked away. Whispers continued to fill the room as everyone seemed to have something to say about you.
âHow embarrassing.â
âShe should be ashamedâ
âA Slytherin like her?â
âShe definitely wasted Jamesâ time.â
With every comment you heard, you bit harder on the inside of your cheek, and when that last comment dropped, you balled your fists. Why should you be the one to walk away?
You turned around furiously and marched back towards James, who had gotten up to follow you and reached out his hand. You recoiled.
âY/N, listen-â
âNo, you listen to me,â you spat at him. You looked him up and down with a pained look, holding back tears of frustration and while trying to convey as much disgust as you could.
âIf you didnât like what you found out, you couldâve kept it to yourself and thrown the damn paper away. You had no right to publicly try to humiliate me like this. All of your kindness in an attempt to be a good person only shows how wretched you really are when you stop pretending and act cruelly true to yourself.â
James' eyes flashed with hurt and he shook his head, words were stuck in his throat. He wanted to cover his ears; he didnât want to hear you say this to him. This isnât what he wanted at all. You were wrong. He didnât even know it was you until he saw the newspaper this morning.
But you werenât finished talking yet.
âHas it ever even occurred to any of you,â you looked at the people behind him. You stared your sisters dead in the eye. âThat maybe your prejudice and thoughtless assumptions and insults about how awful or evil we Slytherins are, is the very thing that pushes us down that path?â
You turned your attention back to James, who had an unreadable expression on his face now. âYour cruel comments are part of the reason and you, James Potter, are especially cruel.â
Your tone was sharp, face hardened and the entire Great Hall had fallen silent. Not even the professors spoke up. James felt like you had hit him in the face, and you might as well have. He looked down in shame at your words.
You shakily let out your breath and lowered your voice again. This time, you sounded tired. Reality seemed to dawn upon you that everyone in the great hall was listening to you, and you shook your head to yourself, taking a step back. You scoffed softly.
âI suppose you are truly worthy of the Gryffindor name; overly proud and arrogant in the name of bravery with a tendency to prove yourself, disregarding others and their feelings.â Your venomous words cut through James' heart.
James watched you walk away again and everything around him seemed to fade. He was losing you again. How had he not seen this?
Your situation with your sisters. The way you ran away at the Yule ball when he made a crude remark about Slytherins. The sense of dĂŠjĂ vu every time you walked past him, back turned towards him. Your handwriting. The feeling of your hand pressed to his chest just as when you two danced. The way you were great at transfiguration and could have easily transfigured those glass slippers. The way Regulus was the only student to frequently visit your favourite book section in the library. The chills you had sent down his back when you had allowed him to call you by your first name, and in return had called him James.
âIâm in Slytherin after all. Which obviously equals being an evil blood supremacist.â
âNo one will know itâs you.â
Everyone knows.
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Bruce is (secretly) married [Bruce/Danny; Spirit Halloween]
I got sucked into the DPxDC crossover rabbit hole. I have read too many fanfics despite not knowing the source material.
I randomly got the idea of Bruce being secretly married and the Batfam finding out about it after Duke poses the question of why Bruce wears a ring. (Also how Danny's influence would have subtly changed things.)
Read this on ao3. Masterpost
Next.
Bruce had always worn the ring, long before Dick came around â at least thatâs what the boy had told Jason when he asked about it.Â
They had looked through the records one night â bonding over finding out when he started, but he had already worn the ring once the man returned from his seven year long journey of training. The media had speculated it to be a family heirloom â either his fatherâs or motherâs wedding ring. Bruce neither confirmed or denied when they asked about it. Â
The man never took it off, not even when he stalked the night as Batman and neither of them had been brave enough to ask about it, after they watched clips where the media asked and his Brucie mask slipped into something uncomfortably blank.Â
Jason had quickly forgotten about it after Bruce had benched him from being Robin after Felipe Garzonasaâs death. He had been furious, questioning if Bruce didnât believe him that he didnât push the man.
âOf course I believe you, chum,â the man had said, but Jason didnât trust the manâs words. âBut you just saw a man die. Thatâs not something we should brush over.â
He had sent Jason to bed for the night, but the boy had sneaked out, believing Bruce to go back to patrol after dropping him off. He instead found him in his office, talking to someone on the phone.
â...You have better experience with stuff like this than meâŚâ the man said. âDo you think I should have never given Jason Robin? I know Dick agreed, butâŚâ Bruce trailed off and then paused to hear the other personâs response. âI know.â He let out a deep sigh. âIâll talk to him tomorrow about it. Are you still planning on visiting for the anniversary? I would appreciate if you tried talking to-â
Jason didnât wait to listen for more. He knew it. Bruce was going to take Robin away from him.Â
He remembered the picture he had found of his birth mother. He initially had wanted to tell Bruce to get his help to find her, but now he isnât sure if itâs such a good idea. If the man was gonna take Robin away from him anyway, he didnât want to be there for the moment.Â
With that goal in mind, unbeknownst to Bruce, he disappeared that night, setting out to the Middle East to find his mother.Â
Bruce finds his corpse several weeks later. Dick breaks down in space when he receives the call from Bruce. They attend the funeral together, neither of them talking about it, even years later.
Jason returns several years later, dead set on revenge on Joker and on Bruce for never avenging him. What he doesnât expect is to stumble over a newspaper celebrating the anniversary of the Jason Scholarship Foundation along with pictures of his funeral, showcasing both Bruce and Dick crying.Â
He never stumbles upon a memorial with his battered Robin suit and the description âJason Todd, a Good Soldierâ and beats Tim Drake, the third Robin half dead for replacing him. Instead he returns to the Manor, overwhelmed at Bruceâs breakdown and reaction. Red Hood debuts several months later â with the Bat symbol on his chest. They still have their conflicts, but Jason never has to fill a duffel bag full of heads for his debut.Â
Itâs only once Damian arrives, Cass becomes Bruceâs daughter and Duke his ward that the topic of the ring gets brought up again. Itâs Duke who asks what they all have been thinking.Â
âBy the way, why does Bruce wear a ring?â
Finding no information online and not managing to get anything out of Alfred, they break into Bruceâs office while heâs on patrol getting distracted by Damian and Cass. Itâs Tim who finds it, in a locked drawer, sealed carefully.
A marriage certificate.Â
âWho the hell is Daniel Fenton?â Jason questions gruffly.
âMy husband.â
Jason startles, turning to the doorway. Bruce is standing there, his arm crossed and he cringes at the displeased raise of Bruceâs right eyebrow. Behind him Cass shrugs at Timâs questioning gaze while Damian clicks his tongue.
âWhy havenât we met him? And, wait, does Dick know about this?â Tim asks.Â
Bruce lets out a deep sigh as he fiddles with the ring - the wedding ring.Â
âLetâs go somewhere else for this.â
They all shuffle to one of their smaller living rooms. Duke sets up a voice call so Dick, who is back in BlĂźdhaven, doesn't have to miss out. Tim is on his own computer, no doubt researching everything he can find on Daniel Fenton. Or would he be Daniel Wayne?Â
Itâs Damian who breaks the silence.
âFather. Explain.â
The man presses his lips together as he stares down into his tea. Alfred squeezes his shoulder behind him.Â
âThe reason you havenât met Danny is because heâs dead.â Bruce pauses while his kids pale. âTechnically.â
Before either of them can question that, suddenly a young white haired boy appears, sitting on Bruce armâs chair, eyebrow raised and wearing a black and white hazmat suit.
âShouldnât I be here for this?â
In an instant all of them sans Bruce and Alfred are on alert, Tim has a Batarang in hand, Jason one of his guns and Damian a knife poised to the unknown boyâs neck.
Itâs Bruce who diffuses the situation.
âDanny?â Bruce sounds disbelieving and Damian twitches, knife still in hand.Â
âIn the flesh.â The boy does jazz hands, neck grazing the knife, but it doesnât draw any blood. âOr ectoplasm. Whatever.â
âHow wonderful of you to surprise us with your presence Master Danny,â Alfred says, tone slightly sarcastic and Damian finally steps back, eyebrows knitted together.Â
Danny winces.Â
âI would have warned you, but Clockwork just dropped me off, telling me that itâs finally time.â
âThis is your husband?â Duke bursts out.Â
The boy bows playfully.
âDanny Fenton-Wayne. King of the Infinite Realms. Half ghost and-â Suddenly he transforms, white rings traveling over his body and leaving behind a middle-aged black haired man. â-Half human.â
âGHOST?â
âHALF HUMAN?â
âKING OF THE INFINITE REALMS?â
âThank fuck I thought Bruce was a pedophile for a moment.â
Everyone turns to stare at Duke.
âWhat? I just said what everyone thought,â the boy defends himself.
âActually that would be ephebophilia,â Danny corrects. âAlthough he would still classify as a necrophile.âÂ
Bruce punches the manâs forearm, rolling his eyes with a fond look and Danny yelps, rubbing the spot.
âHey! If anyone is allowed to joke about it, itâs me!â the man complains with a pout and Bruce shakes his head.Â
âAnother reason why you never met Danny is because â believe it or not â heâs the King of the Infinite Realms, which means he is quite busy.â
âSo much paperwork,â Danny groans. âIf I get Constantineâs ass, I swear to the Ancients that heâs gonna die. Half a decade lost because I had to bargain for his soul pieces!â
âAfter I returned to Gotham to become Batman, the Infinite Realms unfortunately fell into war following a coup attempt, leaving Danny to deal with the mess.â
âAnd Clockwork prohibited me from visiting the Gotham until a certain point, claiming that I would change the timeline too much with my influence,â Danny finishes for Bruce, all of Bruceâs kids watching with fascination how seamlessly they seem to fit together as the man leans his head against Bruceâs shoulder while Bruce runs a hand through the manâs black hair. âConsidering I would have never let Bruce run around with child vigilantes, heâs probably right.â
âI forgot you know about that,â Bruce sighs.
âJazz kept me updated,â Danny says smugly.
âThatâs a break of patient confidentiality,â Bruce grumbles.Â
âShe may be your therapist, but sheâs also my sister.â
âMr. I-Rather-Chew-Nails-than-Talk-About-My-Feelings?â Jason exclaims. âNo way!â
âI have been vocal about the fact that I go to therapy.â Bruce frowns.
âI thought you were joking!â
âWhere do you guys think I go every Sunday evening?â Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose.
âJustice League meeting?âÂ
âGolfing?â
Once again everyone stares at Duke and he flushes at the attention.
âI thought itâs a rich person thing!âÂ
Danny snorts.
âHe got you there, darling.â
âWhen and how did you guys meet?â Itâs the first time Dick actually speaks up, having observed everything â or as much as he could â through the web camera.Â
âAt a gala when both Bruce and I were teens,â Danny answers. âMy godfather dragged me into it. At least one thing I can thank him for.â
Danny smiles while Bruce grunts in agreement.Â
âThe wedding?â Tim follows up.
Both Danny and Bruche pause to think.
âDid we do the civil registration in Paris or Las Vegas?â Danny turns to Bruce. âI canât remember.â
âWe were quite drunk,â Bruce agrees.
Danny snips his fingers like he remembers something, but then he shakes his head. He puts a hand to his chin, tiling his head.Â
âOr was it Brazil?â
The rest blink at the pair before Danny shrugs with an apologetic smile.
âWe had the real wedding in the Infinite Realms though,â Danny explains, âOnce Bruce got finished with his training. The citizens wouldnât have accepted it otherwise. Alfred would have taken pictures, but technology doesnât work in the Infinite Realms.â
âSuch a shame, it was quite a nice wedding,â Alfred affirms.Â
âAlfred knew?!â is the consensus complaint.Â
âDoes Mother and Grandfather know about this?â Damian asks stiffly.
âConsidering Raâs used Bruceâs and your motherâs DNA to artificially create a baby despite knowing â he doesnât care,â Danny says just a tad-bit too cheerfully.Â
The revelation leaves everyone reeling.Â
âOkay, now that all questions are answered-â Danny doesnât give them time to inject. âCan we talk about the stinking elephant in the room?â
Bruce raises an eyebrow as Danny gestures to Jason. Jason almost would feel insulted if Danny didnât sound so genuinely surprised that nobody else said or noticed something.Â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?!â Jason complains as he discreetly tries to sniff his armpits. Considering Timâs and Dickâs snickering, he doesnât succeed.Â
âYour Ectoplasm reeks like-â Danny grimaces as he flails his arms. âLike you took a bath in spoiled eggs.â
Danny turns to Bruce with an angry look in his eyes.
âEspecially you should have noticed, considering you are liminal! His core is completely malnourished.â Bruce winces. âDid you forget that I gave you a way to contact Frostbite?â
âWithout the ambient ectoplasm you radiate my ability to see ectoplasmic entities and speak and read Ghost Speak slowly degraded over the years,â Bruce explains. âI wasnât aware Jason had been a type of ectoplasmic entity.âÂ
âHis eyes literally glow green when heâs angry!â Danny chides. âHe returned from the dead for revenge. Heâs clearly a Revenant. Thatâs Ghost 101!â
Itâs amusing to see Bruce get scolded by someone else other than Alfred. Alone for that fact Jason has to admit that he begrudgingly likes Danny.Â
âAlright-â Danny stands up and tugs on Jasonâs arm. Bruce moves to follow him like second nature. âYou are coming with me right this instant.â
Before anyone can stop them, Danny transforms back into his Ghost Form, Jasonâs hand in one and Bruce in the other and steps through a glowing green portal, it vanishing shortly after. Silence follows.
âSo well that just happened.â
This time everyone agrees with Duke.Â
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trained him well - choi seungcheol
wc: 0.8k
summary: chan calls about his relationship problems, surfacing memories of a time where seungcheol used to cause the same trouble
warnings: light cursing, suicide mention (as a joke), fluff, cuddling, pet names
an: i literally just wrote this in like 30 minutes bc i got random inspo for it. i lowk hate doing things like this, including readers from one fic in one with a âdifferent readerâ but i felt like itâd be fun to do this pov !!! i hope evb enjoys my coups debut !!!
(this is a second pov to my other work 6 hours !!! i donât think itâs necessary to read it but things would probably make a little more sense if you did)
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youâre laying with seungcheol in bed, his obnoxiously loud snores filling the room as he sleeps on top of you. his cheeks are puffy and smushed, and his lips are parted with the way he rests his head on your chest. every once in a while heâll subconsciously snuggle into you a little more when he feels your nails scrape his scalp, soothing him even when heâs in his dreamland.
itâs your boyfriendâs day off, the office going on a company wide vacation for some holiday. all of his friends have off too, and after their late night celebration yesterday heâs been sleeping all morning into the afternoon. you couldnât complain, knowing that with your allergies to working this fits right in with your everyday routine. his body is heavy on top of yours, going fully dead weight in his slumber but itâs just the right amount of pressure to feel comfortable, lulling you back to sleep.
just as your mind slips from its last bit of consciousness, itâs brought right back by the loud, annoying screech of a phone ringing. sifting through the sheets for whoeverâs it is, you pull out seungcheolâs phone. itâs chan whoâs calling, and you really couldnât be bothered to let your boyfriend know, especially when his ringtone didnât even wake him up. declining the call, you set it back down and try going back to sleep before it rings again.
accepting defeat, you gently push the manâs shoulder. âcheollie, get up..â you whine, just as displeased as he is when he picks his head up.
he squints, looking up at you. âhm?â he looks incredibly displeased, and you almost want to pinch his cheeks at his furrowed brows and pout.
âchan is calling.â you hand him his phone, and he sighs heavily at the disturbance.
âso? iâm too tired for this-â the call ends, having taken to long to pick up. it starts right back up again, his caller id paired with a photo of him while drunk filling the screen.
âthatâs the third time, honey. maybe you should answer?â
he sighs, letting his head fall back down against you before putting it on speaker next to his face. their conversation is brief, seungcheol too comfortable and tired to keep it up any longer than necessary. it makes you laugh, chan whining and panicking as he vents to the elder about his relationship issues. apparently heâs been given the silent treatment, and heâs so distressed he could âactually throw upâ over it. your boyfriend asks why, and when he learns how stupid the situation is, yet eerily similar to one heâs been in before, the only advice he can give is âyou did that to yourself, man.â
truthfully, the situation is a bold parallel to one you and your boyfriend have been in yourselves. chan ate the last of his girlfriendâs food, and is now receiving the silent treatment among other consequences. though, youâre different now, and your cheollie knows better than to mess with you or get you angry. sometimes, you think heâs actually scared of you when youâre mad. regardless, chanâs predicament makes you laugh, feeling relief that you donât experience stuff like that anymore.
he eventually hangs up the phone, turning to you. âhow familiar does that sound, hm?â
you hum, âit sure is similar to how we used to be, isnât it?â he nods, âyou wouldnât do that to me now though, right?â
your expression turned serious, and heâs almost too quick to nod and kiss the clothed skin between your breasts in confirmation. âof course not, iâd never eat your food, baby. now, should i actually call his girlfriend, or..?â he trails off, now feeling almost as if heâs in trouble too, uncertain as to whether or not he should meddle in their issues.
you nod, shrugging. âgo ahead, i donât see why not.â
he nods, reopening his phone to search for chanâs girlfriendâs contact. once he finds it, he calls her and reluctantly relays the news. he reiterates as many times as possible that heâs on her side, agreeing that chan is wrong and heâs only relaying his âdying messageâ they share a laugh, and she apologizes for dragging him into their mess. you say hello as well, laughing about the similarity together before the call ends.
he throws his phone to the other end of the bed, sighing as he finally relaxes into your skin again. âiâm so happy thatâs over. i was scared as if i was the one who did something..â
you kiss his crown, his face hidden in your body. âyouâd never, though. i trained you well, didnât i?â you giggle, running a hand over his hair like you would to a pet.
he nods. âafter that one time where you literally sent death threats, i nearly had a heart attack. and getting silent treatment? donât even get me started, not talking to you for three days straight over a donut had me almost killing myself. i definitely know better than to fuck with you like that.â he goes on, already in a nervous ramble at the idea of receiving a punishment like that again. you may have been a little harsh, but thatâs what happens when your girlfriendâs buttons get pushed. at least heâs better now, and isnât making mistakes like his friend lee chan.
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yandere!genin!sasuke uchiha + darling who's secretly half uchiha hcs

TITLE: " LIKE WATER, LIKE BLOOD " â navi. â general yandere!sasuke hcs.
NOTES: i've been randomly feinin over naruto again and this idea just won't leave me alone :'D don't press me on lore specific stuff i just yap and pretend it's true ok. also i accidently posted this b4 it was finished ... if you read that, no u didn't.
â you're no stranger to the fact that your mother had an affair with an uchiha man a few years before the entire clan was slaughtered like cows. your father had been a high-ranking official in fugaku's inner circle, but you had never learned his name, even when he secretly visited you and your mother on weekends between his missions and clan dealings.
â this is not to say, of course, that he was a bad man. he often tried to instill core uchiha values into you (never dishonor the uchiha clan name, always seek to carry on its legacy and strength, etc..) but nothing ever seemed to stick. you were more interested in the little trinkets he would bring you: necklaces, bracelets, hair ribbons, hand fans, and various other accessories that were often branded with the uchiha symbol. none of it was ever worn out in public, though, so you just hung them on your walls instead.
â after your father's death, you eventually distanced yourself from the uchiha side of your identity as it had always been steeped in secrecy and the fear of scrutiny from the third hokage/konoha elders/villagers who felt strongly about the nine tails attack. after all, you aren't supposed to exist. you're not sure what your mother was thinking when she got knocked up at such a politically fragile time, when the uchiha clan were still under fire for conspiracy and treason.
â at the academy, you intentionally avoid sasuke. you've probably spoken to him a handful of timesâmany of which were him telling you to get out of his way, or to shut up if you were talking too loud with your friends (your assigned seat was directly behind his, unfortunately).
â it isn't until much later after you graduate from the academy and are placed into teams that sasuke somehow finds out you're also an uchiha. whether someone told him or he just... knew, you do not know. at this point, you haven't seen him in months (you're on different teams), so him appearing on the landing outside of your open window is a very startling jumpscare.
â he takes one look around your room, which has uchiha merch strung up all over the place, and is immediately pissed at you. all this time there was another surviving member of his clan and he had no clue? and it was you, of all people?
â sasuke always thought you were weird and suspicious during your days at the academy. whenever he interacted with you, you would cower from him, almost looking ashamed. you were adept at everything he was and, as much as he used to hate admitting it, you were often his competition when it came to scoring at the top of various skill tests. looking back, it all makes sense: the blood in your veins is special, as uchiha children often are. as he is. and now, instead of callousness, he feels a kindling of pride at your excellence.
â it takes no time at all for everything to change between you and sasuke. after he barges his way into your room (you don't how he found out where you live in the first place?!), he forces you to explain why you lied about being an uchiha. you have no choice but to comply after his threatening glares pin you into submission and he refuses to let you past him until you talk.
â sasuke really doesn't care that you're a "half uchiha." you descended directly from a member of the uchiha clan so as far as he's concerned, you're his kin through and through. this discovery immediately sparks something primal in sasuke, like a desprate clinging to preserve what has been, and to protect what can be.
â you're often dragged away to secluded places by sasukeâthe training grounds, usually. you try to fight but sasuke is just stronger than you and you are easily wrestled into defeat; a reoccuring pattern that makes you feel unsafe around him. but despite your growing feelings of contempt towards sasuke, he is brutally relentless in his pursuit of you or, rather, his pursuit of molding you into a proud uchiha who is willing to restore the legacy of his clan with him.
â the uchiha boy is a little worried that you lack so many of the values that he himself has been taught by his parents and itachi. you don't know much about the sharingan nor the clan's signature great fireball technique. so he starts there.
â let's be honest though: you're not interested in being lectured on the history of the clan by sasuke, but you're not entirely opposed to learning a new jutsu so you allow him to train you for now. whenever you mess up or ask too many questions, he'll sigh in very clear annoyance but bites back any insult as a mercy to you.
â you notice how much more patient he is towards you. how he quietly praises you when your little flame grows, how he immediately checks on you when you're winded from using too much chakra. there's a general closeness that never existed before (sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, physically guiding your hands into signs, or poking your forehead when you say or do something he thinks is dumb). it's all strangely... intimate.
â the frequency of his visits begin to increase as the days go by, and there were a few times where you would wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing over you. obviously, this scares you, and you have to keep sasuke's sudden intrusions into your bedroom a secret from your mother, so you begrudgingly agree to his strict schedule of meeting at his apartment at least four times a week instead of him breaking into yours.
â in the following months, you see a side of sasuke that you're sure no one else has seen. one that isn't carefree, but deeply emotional and reactive, especially when it comes to you. soon enough, he reveals his plan of revenge against itachi to you. you're shocked that he would go to such a length, and the sentiment is not shared by you at all.
â before sasuke leaves the village, he of course tries to convince you to come with him. you aren't a fool, though. despite settling into your uchiha heritage at this point, you're no destined avenger. you followed along with sasuke's strange intrusion into your life thus far, but this is where you draw the line. you refuse.
â "no? what the hell, [name]? you're an uchiha." he'll spit heatedly, arresting you by the hand when you turn to walk away from him. "your duty now is to kill itachi and restore our clan. don't think for a second that you can just run away from this. from me."
â and... he's right. one way or another, you find yourself a traitor to konoha for the sake of the blood that binds you to sasuke. what happened to his family, he won't let happen to you. this time, he's the one who'll kill to protect the one he loves, even if you hate him for doing it against your will.
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Honey, Iâm Home-!
Sirius Black x Mom! Reader
Ever since Sirius was sent to Azkaban, you were the one in charge of raising Harry. Doing your best, and lucky to have Remus to help. Because of that, a certain Rat wasnât able to avoid any of your gazes. When Harryâs third year came to a end, you were given quite a surprise at the train station
Warnings 18+, P in V, Female Reader, high emotions, hurt comfort, fluffy and heated sex, getting back together, implied breeding kink, taking care of your man with baths food and you, sir this bed is about to be destroyed with how hard heâs going to rail you. Also, implied Wolfstar/ Remus x You/Poly situation deal up in here hehehehe
âHarry-!â You called, with a smile. Always there to pick him up from the station, every single time. As a good parent would. Ever since you found out he had such a risk to end up at the Dursleys, like hell you would let that happen. Made you pamper him a bit, given your good friends lost their lives for him. But like hell he didnât deserve it.
âShhh shh-!â Harry was soon hushing his friends, leaving you confused. Hermione and Ron quick to hush up, while Remus would set the last of the bags off the train. Wanting to help out, since there were so many Weasleys to worry about. The way he smiled, you were even more curious. You couldnât recall the last time he looked so relieved. Was there a change in laws that permitted him to work at Hogwarts?
âChildren, settle down. Settle down. Go on and show her the surprise.â He teases them, as he would help Molly with the rest of the Weasleys. He threw you a wink, which had you very confused. Not what did that Marauder have in mind this time?
âMumâŚ..Can we get a dog?â Harry asked you, as the trio stood next to each other. With cuts and bruises all over, but smiling. Even Ron seemed chipper, despite the fact he was in crutch. The hell did those three get into this time?
âA dog-? HarryâŚ.You know why we canât get a dog.â You sighed, not wanting to have this discussion again. With out Sirius, you just couldnât. Any dog was to painful of a reminder. Oh how you miss your padfoot. What you would give to see him again.
âMum, please? Heâs got no where else to go. Just look at him-â Harry pleaded, as the trio stepped aside. The dog now exposed to you. Was so painfully skinny, yet also so furry at the same time. Matted fur, and just looking like a grim. He looked so much like Sirius, but so dead as well. Your heart just couldnât say no this time.
The defeated sigh had them cheer, as Remus returned. Still giving you this coy smile, that had you furrow your brows. You felt like you were missing something, but you didnât know what. You just knew that it was time to take everyone home.
With Harry hugging his friends goodbye, while this new dog stuck close to your legs, Remus would catch up quickly with Molly. Explaining something. You swore it was about Scabbers, but the new playmate was keeping your attention. Suddenly jumping on you, and licking your face.
âACK-! HEEL HEEL-!â You called, as the dog was just to strong. How was something so fragile so durable? Reminded you of Sirius. How even in his dog form he was able to tackle people down. Was just making your heart hurt more, which in a morbid sense made you unable to refuse the dog either.
âMum, Uncle Remus said you should head home with our new dog. He needs me to stay here and catch Mrs. Weasley up on stuff.â The way he fidgeted with his glasses told you it was a mixture of a lie and some truths. What the hell were these people planning? Was this some scheme to help you move on? Accept Sirius was never coming back? That hurt, but also a point was made. Who can escape Azkaban?
âAlright. But be home before dark.â You warned, as you kissed his forehead. Right on his scar, which made him smile. He made sure to give you a hug, before quickly returning to the red heads. Poor Molly looked ready to faint. Make that she did, and the twins had to catch her. Yeah, like hell you wanted to be involved with that.
âAlright, letâs-â But the dog was running. Right through the wall, with no hesitation. You were flabbergasted, but had no time to think. Harryâs new dog was running off. No way you wanted his poor heart broken over that. So, you ran after it. Trying to catch up, but it seemed high on life.
âGET BACK HERE-!â You hollered, as the dog was running like it was the last thing it could ever do. You were so focused on trying to catch up to it, you barely noticed where you were running towards. By the time you finally caught up, you were wheezing. Hands on your knees, as the door the dog stopped at opened.
âAbout time Master and Mistress Black returned.â Kreacher sneered, as the dog hurried inside. Did he say what you think he said? No way. That canât be Sirius. No way in hell. Looks like him, but heâs in Azkaban. You donât just escape Azkaban. Sure, the daily prophet said he did. But it was more than likely gossip gone wild. You swore every week they said someone did, only for them to be returned the next day.
âKreacher, phew, give me a minute here.â You coughed, as you stumbled inside. Left for the building to vanish, in the early morning fog. As if it was never there. Leaving you to be alone, with the elf and dog, as you hung up your coat.
You did your best with making the home more live able. The spare rooms built for whenever Harry wanted friends over for the summers. Along with just a safe haven for friends in need of a stay. You turned what was once a cage, into a proper home. Seemed the dog loved it, as it was quick to run up the stairs. Bolting past the curtained painting, and straight to your bedroom.
âHow does itâŚ.No. no this canât be. No wayâŚâ It was starting to become harder to deny, as you walked up the stairs. By the time you reached the door, you heard it. That familiar eerie bone cracking, when a animagus was changing forms. No way. It couldnât be. It canât-
âHome sweet home-â That gruff voice sung to you, as you opened the door. There he was. Your husband. Your world. Your everything. Standing there, bending his back, as he sported a tattered Azkaban uniform. Bloody, dirty, hardly clothing at all. Hair a mangled mess, and in desempate need of a bath and shave. He was so sickly thin, the very thin fabric was just a sheet on him. Hardly could process it, when those dark eyes locked on yours. Hair so long now, and body tattered. No matter the design, it was still him. Your Sirius.
âHardly changed a dayâŚâ He dreamily said, with that exhausted smile. He was so drained, but you could still see the pure joy in his eyes. He was home. He was with you, and could be there for Harry now. His best friend Remus was in his life again. Heâs not in that damn prison, and heâs in your sight once more.
You didnât care about the grime, as you practically fell into his arms. Sobbing in joy, as he held you close. Despite his thinner structure, he was able to hold you tightly. As tightly as he could, and sway with you. No need for words. Just gentle tears.
That was why Remus was so coy, and why Harry had you two run off. You two needed time to reconnect. Even so young, Harry could grasp how important this was. Guess you were rasing him right. Seemed also that Kreacher might have missed Sirius as well, because you could hear a bath being run. No one asked for it, but he did it. His own free choice. He missed him, in his own way.
âDarling, I love you so much. I really do, but I am so fucking gross right now. You know Iâm being honest when even Iâm unable to handle my own stink. Iâve had sex with Moony under a full moon. Iâm GROSS gross right now. I will kill for a bath-â He went on, making you just laugh with your tears. Despite the years in such a horrific prison, he was still himself. Guess he was always a little insane.
You didnât let him go an inch, as you trailed after him to the bathroom. More than happy to help him wash. Just enjoying the needed intimate moment. Just a wife, washing her husband. By god was he filthy. By the time Harry and Remus returned, he was finally drying off. You had no idea if the bathtub will ever recover. Least he was now in his favorite black robe.
âIâve got dinner handled, donât worry-!â Remus called, as Sirius would come down the stairs with you. Unable to let go of his arm, and he hardly complained. He missed your touch all the same, as you two would enter the dinning room. Where Harry sat.
âGuess we better start from the beginning.â Harry murmured. You had already gotten used to your sonâs insane adventures, but this one took the cake. He got his god father out of Azkaban, somehow-? Yeah, you were sitting down for this. Mindlessly playing with the exposed chest hair you could grab, as the trio of misfits began to explain.
Even while eating, more like Sirius devouring anything in sight, there was so much to discuss. Was mostly Remus, and Harry, speaking. Given Sirius was more so busy hiding during that time frame. Oh how your heart had broken, and repaired, over and over from it all. Your poor husband. But, heâs back now. Heâs back, and heâs never leaving you again.
âI know you are my god father and all, butâŚ.Do I call you dad now-?â Harry asked. Heâs thirteen, still a child after all. Itâs going to be a lot to process, even by Wizard standards. With his meal finished, Sirius did have to think a moment. Dispite the fact Harry knew Sirius from stories, because of you and Remus, he was still a stranger after all.
âUncle Padfoot will work just fine.â He smiled, as he ruffled Harryâs hair. That made the young teen give an awkward grin, as there was something to work with now. Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. Itâs a start, and you couldnât be happier. Just staring with such love to him, with your head on his shoulder. Taking in that scent, as Remus was unable to stop his smile to.
âHarry, dear, why donât we go out for a walk. Hm?â Remus asked him, making the boy raise a brow. Why would he want toâŚ.Oh. Right. Remus would give a gentle head nudge towards the door, and Harry was quick to get the message. Grabbing his jacket, wand, and chasing after his uncle. Not wanting to say another word, as he really rather not think about his motherâs sex life. Even if itâs with his god father.
The second the door closed, you were yanked from your chair. You gave a squeak, as you were tossed over his shoulder. Just like the old days at school. Whenever he wanted your attention, he simply tossed you over his shoulder. Forcing you to pay attention to him, as he would steal you to a private room for a discussion.
âIâm not letting you out of that bed until the head board breaks-â He warned, as that had your heart racing. Twelve years is a long time, and there was most certainly some catching up to do. You couldnât deny that, as you watch the stairs trail behind him. Escorting you to your once shared bedroom. Now together again.
You were plopped right on the bed, and he was on you like the hungry dog he was. Stealing you into his lips, and you couldnât stop your moaning. It had been so long. You needed him as badly as he needed you. How you were enjoying the new long hair, and tangling your fingers into it. Needing as much skin as you could get from him.
He was more than happy to give it to you. The robe thrown aside, as he was pulling at your clothes. Not giving damn if they tore. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He wanted to fuck his wife, and by god was he going to. Twelve years, in Azkaban. Heâs going to get all twelve years of pent up desire out in one night. Will your body recover? Do you even care?
âSirius-â You sighed, as he finally got your top off. His face buried into your chest, as he snapped your bra strap off. Tossing it aside, as he drank you up. Just feeling your skin on his, and savoring the long missed flesh against his bearded face. Feeling that freshly softened hair on your chest felt so good. Every single fiber of your existence was on fire. Felt like you might implode.
âNot a day passed by, that I wasnât thinking of you. You, Remus, Harry, you three were what kept me sane. I knew you three were safe with each other. Waiting for me. I came back. I came back, like I promised.â He sighed, as you felt the tears on your chest. Gentle fingers played with his hair, as to try and calm him down. Comforting him.
âI always knew you would.â You felt so silly thinking Remus would ever try and help you move on. Hypocrite he would have been. Human emotions be human emotions, and they were being carnal right now. Needing to burn and burn and burn.
âHave me again, like youâve had me before.â You asked him, as you cupped his face. Having that thick beard nuzzle into your palm, as those dark eyes stared up to yours. So much pain in his face, but comfort in his eyes. Itâs a long journey to recover, but his soul was still there. His body is damaged, but a body can repair. A mind is harder, and that was the battle. A battle he won.
With a kiss to your palm, he would soon attack your lips. Growling into you, as he pulled away the rest of your clothes. Needing to devour your body. Soon marking away at your neck, your chest, your arms. If there was anything his lips could grasp, and making sure you were marked. As if to remind the world you belonged to him, and he wasnât going anywhere. Not anymore.
âSirius, how can you still be such a tease?â You whined, as he was grazing his teeth over your thigh. Leaving a bite on your flesh. Letting himself enjoy the flavor of the tingling flesh under his tongue.
âWhat? Iâm an old dog. Old dogs have bad habits.â He teased, before he finally allowed you to get some attention. He really didnât change, and you were shocked. Never thought being abused could be useful. Only a Black would have such a morbid survival skill.
Before any more depressing thoughts could fill your head, you were able to enjoy the familiar sight. Your husband between your legs, with his cock rubbing against you. The tip of his cock coming into view, whenever he rolled his hips up and down. Rubbing right on your clit, and making you whimper. Sure youâve played with yourself, but nothing beats his touch.
You both were gripping tightly. Him on your thighs, while you grabbed his shoulders. Needing to feel him in your hands. You both needed it so badly, but both held a near fear. As if afraid that it was all a dream. Luckily, he had the nerve to test that fear. Test it, as he finally pushed in.
âFuck, Iâve missed this-â He moaned, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The way he growled, and his body just shivered. Aching, and moaning. Might spill just then, if he didnât stop. Just savoring the feeling of being back inside of you, and how your eyes watered from pure comfort. To have your husband back.
He would lean down, and kiss away your tears, before he allowed himself to move. Just moaning for you, as his nails dug into your flesh. Marking you more, as you moaned into each others mouths. Needing to drink in every last thing you both could offer. So much to catch up on, and to make up for.
With the tender moment passing, you were soon reminded of the wild man you married. The feeling of your legs being pushed towards your shoulders, as he tried to get into you deeper. With his hands now on your ankles, as he was snapping his hips into yours. Needing to make sure you felt ever inch of him.
You loved it, and missed it, all. The feeling of your arms around his neck, and tangling your fingers into his hair. How he growled into you, and the snarls. Oh how you loved how animalistic he was for you. How he would bark and howl at the beg and call to you. Your big bad wolf.
It was all you missed. Had you in a mixture of tears, and pure desire. How he wanted to fight your tears, and kissed you. As heated as he could, to make up for the years parted. To taste you, and savor you all over again. Just the sounds of your moans, the creaking bed, and the flesh on flesh.
You didnât know how long it lasted, but you felt him pull your lip. Sinking his teeth into it. A typical sign that he was close. A need to ground himself, to last a little longer. Oh how you missed his little habits. That thrill of pain again sent you over, as you came with him. To be as connected as possible.
You expected to get a moment to savor the after glow, but he kept true to his word. You were soon tossed onto your stomach, with the ass in the air. Of course he wanted doggy. Itâs cheesey, but a favorite. Suppose one more round could be mustered.
One more became two, and three, and soon you had to chug a Pepper Up potion to keep up. You lost track of the rounds, before you were laid on your back. Soaked in sweat, and sticky from it all. Sheets hardly on the bed, and you were certain there were cracks in the wood. Hardly could breathe, but it seemed he was satisfied.
âPretty sure you fucked a dozen kids into me.â You wheezed, as he chuckled. Enjoying a much needed cigarette, but still making sure you were comforted. Having your head in his lap, as he played with your face. Admiring all your features.
âGood.â He snickered, as you swatted at his hand. The both of you able to share a laugh, as there was a soft knock at the door. All Sirius had to do was give a sniff in the air, and he knew who it was. A whistle was given, before he grabbed a pillow for you. So you could cover up, despite the fact Remus has certainly saw you naked many times.
âFeeling better now-? Could have used a silencing charm. Had to tell Harry Kreacher was fixing a wardrobe.â Remus scoffed, with a tray of needed drinks and snacks. He would set it down on the bed side table, before joining on the bed. He deserved to catch up with Sirius to. Fine by you.
With some shifting, you were soon snuggled between the two men. Sirius still playing with your hair, as the two men remained sitting up. Keeping their voices low, so you could drift. Just able to be safe, and warm, again. Snuggling your husband, and comforted by the sound of old memories.
What a wonderful lullaby.
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a/n: Yeah. The trailer got me again. I can't help myself!!! Also - I didn't actually want to write feelings for these two but I have no say anymore. They have feelings, they are obsessed with each other and I can't just ignore it lol. Not betaâd and barely proofread- any mistakes or errors are my own. Hopefully you enjoy! (PS I did a little research on fruits in Roman times- they had no word for orange, so any shade of orange was just called red)
Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, Marcus eats pussy and I don't CARE, giving him that gluckgluck3000, creampie, Marcus gets hurt (hurt comfort), hand stuff from him because he's my precious man and he likes to give his girl pleasure, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance) heâs still pretty possessive, Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus (for now?đ), **FEELINGS** let me know if I missed any!
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You frowned, despite your station, the confusion and slight worry breaking through the years of training your face to remain neutral. For a moment, you forgot your place.
âBut-â he turned, head tilted in curiosity instead of anger, thankfully, âI am to stay here? You do not wish me to accompany you Dominus? To pour and serveâŚ?â You could not keep the slight hurt from your voice, much to your dismay.Â
âNo Girl, you will stay here, at the villa.â He saw the confusion, the unabashed anguish on your face and his expression softened, âpeace Girl, it is not a matter of not desiring your presence or your service.â You listened to him with a lump in your throat, a wild fear seizing your heart that he might have grown tired of you.Â
âI will not have the luxury of a tent, the rebellion is small enough that I can squash it and be back in less than a moonâs turn.â He came close, close enough to have your face tilt up to stare into his eyes. âI would not have you waiting for me in such a meagre camp, I would not have you sleeping in the dirt.â His hand settled on your arm, a soft offering, a reassurance but it did nothing to calm you. You have grown so accustomed to having him close, to ending up in his bed of a night more often than not before heading to your own, naked and pleasantly sore; to falling asleep with his seed trickling out of your puffy little cunt.
âI am comfortable wherever you are Dominus, I could still be of use, to light your fires-âÂ
âI would have you here, and safe. That is my decision, and no amount of temptation will sway me from it.â He lifted your hand, pressing his lips to your fingers in silent, but firm apology. You knew there was nothing to be said, you had already pushed the matter far more than would be allowed on a normal day.Â
âYour will, Dominus.â You bowed your head, despite the hurt and worry swirling around in your belly. âI will pray to the Gods for your swift victory, and safe return home.âÂ
He nodded, leaving shortly after.Â
Time passed, and a feeling of restlessness took firm root in your being. The house felt empty, despite the attendants and sentinels left to guard them as well as the property. The days found you listless, moving through the motions of your chores and daily duties practically numb. The days were marks on the wall of your mind, praying to the Gods to send him back to you.Â
Whispers travelled swiftly through the city, through the market stalls and through the villa itself, most of them rumours and it was difficult to keep your emotions in check.Â
He has advanced
He has killed the leaders of the rebellion
He is victorious, already on his way home
He has been hurt
He is dead
He is victorious - Rome's favoured son has triumphed once more
The moon turned, once, and then twice, finally a third time before he was home. The all encompassing relief was short lived however, that wash of relief turned to ashes in your mouth at the sight of him. One of the rumours had been true after all. A sword wound to the side had laid him low late into the battle, it hadnât killed him, thank the Gods, but it had slowed him down and made his journey home nothing short of agony.Â
Your heart raced to see him weakened, every fibre of your being itched to run to him, to press your lips to skin but you refrained. You stood aside, dutifully, letting his trusted soldiers practically carry him to his bed. The older women got to work, bringing fortified wine with all manner of powders and potions to aid in his recovery while you stood next to him, the little half-moon marks in your palms from your nails barely felt like anything compared to the ache in the back of your throat.Â
Your eyes would not leave his face.Â
He looked so tired, mud and grime still marring his skin as he lay prone on his bed. To forfend the ugly thoughts swirling around in your mind, you focused on the tasks at hand.Â
He needs to be cleansed, after he eats something I will boil some water and move gently, leave him to gather his strength. An offering must be made so the Gods will hasten his healing-
âGirl.â His voice was soft, and instantly you rushed to his side.Â
âYes Dominus, I am here.â You took his hand tentatively, your heart soared to feel him squeeze it.Â
âFetch me some broth, and help me to sit upâa few pillows behind me. I would sit upright.âÂ
You rushed to comply, happy to focus on his instructions. With soft touch, you did your best to prop him up, biting your lip to stop your eyes from welling up when he winced. Once satisfied, you set about fetching hot water and linens, as well as his broth. He sighed at the sight of it, and drank almost all of it within a few heartbeats.Â
âShall I help you cleanse now Dominus?â You brought the basin closer, showing him the steaming water and he nodded.Â
Tentatively, you removed the soiled clothes he wore, ears pricked up for any sign of discomfort. He beared it with good grace, keeping the twinges of pain to himself, you imagined for your benefit, and you were grateful. It took time, but finally, you had divested him of everything, and he half sat, half laid on his bed, not an ounce of shame for his nakedness. It was secondary, to see him bare, more alarming was the soiled linens with the dark bloom of dried blood staining it on his side like some grotesque flower.Â
He was pale, weak, his injury robbing him of his normal, ruddy health. He watched you, his expression somewhere between exhaustion, and a calm content.Â
With gentle hands, you dipped the clean linen into the steaming water of the basin, and methodically cleaned the dirt, and dried blood from his skin. Eventually his eyes closed, soft sighs filled the air with every pass of the warm cloth across his shoulders, down the firm muscles of his thighs, his hands, until you reached the contours of his face. The lines were more defined, this battle had taken a toll on him.Â
Your thumbs smoothed over his brows, wiping dust and worry away with a bone deep gratitude that he had come back. He melted into your touch, and you tried and failed to suppress the smile.Â
âI must clean the wound, Dominus.â You reached for more clean dressings, giving him a chance to steel himself but he kept his eyes closed. You thought he might have fallen asleep, but he nodded, and so you did what needed to be done.Â
To his great credit, he didnât make a sound. Even as you cleaned at the angry, but healing edges of the wound. He said nothing when you packed it with the poultice one of the women had brought, when you covered it in a clean dressing, even as he drank down the no doubt foul tasting potion to help him sleep. Instead he settled back, and sighed, his eyelashes fluttering against his skin.Â
You gathered all of the soiled clothing and discarded bandages, and moved to leave him to rest but his hand snatched at your wrist.Â
âWait, Girl, stay. Stay with meââ His words were almost slurred, and he didnât finish his thought, his hand loosened around your wrist but you stayed, taking great care to lie beside him on his bed, and watched him sleep. Your heart raced with something you couldnâtâwouldn't name, something that threaded through your ribcage like smoke, wreathing its way around your lungs and taking root in your heart. You pressed the back of your hand to his brow, thankful that no fever lurked there and once satisfied that he was indeed resting, you rested your head next to his.Â
Sleep took you, swiftly and without warning.Â
The world outside was dark when your eyes opened, and it took a moment for you to get your bearings. His warm skin pressed to your arm and you jolted with the memory of his injury.Â
âPeace, girl, I am well.â His voice was quiet, but stronger than before, âYou did well in changing my dressings.â His praise squeezed at something in your belly, robbing you of any words you might have had. âYou must be hungry, go and fetch something to eat and bring it here, I will share the meal with you.â The concern in his voice brought a smile to your lips, his thoughts on you, despite the pain he must have been in.Â
âYes Dominus, shall I fetch more of the potion as well? You should rest-â He raised his hand softly to forestall you.Â
âI have rested enough, I would have my wits about me just now. Go on, you may fetch whatever else you need, I would have you sleeping in my bed.âÂ
His words rung in your ears as you moved throughout the silent house. They shone through your eyes as you piled a serving tray with olives and cheese, with bread and ripe fruits. They camped in your belly as it rolled with something when they repeated over and over like a prayer in your mind as you filled a serving jug with the wine he favoured, they strengthened your grip as you carried it with the utmost care down the moonlit halls of the house, almost sharpening your eyesight to bring you swiftly back to him.Â
You set it down between you on his bed, careful not to spill anything or jostle him too much and just in time too, the hunger rung out from your empty belly loud as thunder but you ignored it, your priority was to help him sit up.
âEat Girl, you are starving. I will pick at my leisure.â He frowned, gesturing to the food and you were grateful beyond words. It was a quiet meal, but comfortable. He usually ate by himself, most of the time while in his study and with you, it was after chores and duties had been completed. Despite all of your trysts and time spent together, it was the first meal youâd ever shared.Â
âYou do not favour the olives.â He said it without judgement. You shook your head shyly, covering your mouth to speak through bites of bread and cheese.Â
âMy desire for them is unpredictable.â He tilted his head, âSometimes, they are all I want. Other times, I cannot stand the sight of them.â You wrinkled your nose, confirming that this time, the latter statement was true.
He smiled, huffing out an amused laugh through his nose.
âWhat else do you like? I see you favour the fruit, which one do you like most of all?â It was strange to be asked about yourself, no one in your life had ever wondered about what you might of preferred, for anything.
âFigs, I think. Pomegranates too, although peeling them takes a lifetime.â He huffed again, wincing slightly, âAre you in pain? Shall I fetchââ He raised a hand.Â
âI am well, continue. Why do you favour them if they are so troublesome to eat?â He shifted a tiny bit, with great effort, turning to face you better. The room was dark, save for the few candles burning and the moon shining in through his window, casting stark shadows across his lovely face.Â
âThey are worth the effort.âÂ
He smiled, and finally reaches over to help himself to the food. Something about the darkness, about the quiet seclusion made you bolder.
âWhat about you Dominus? Is there a fruit you favour?â Your heart raced, fear that you might have overstepped grabbing hold of you but it was for naught, he merely frowned in thought.Â
âI prefer plums.â He said after a moment, âI like figs as well.â It was both exhilarating and strange to speak with him like that, in the quiet dark, almost comfortable. âAlthoughâin my younger days we fought in Spain, and there I tasted a fruit I have never seen again, I do not know the name of it but I enjoyed it very much.âÂ
âWhat was it like?â
âIt was round, a strange shade of red with a thick peel but underneath it had segments like a lemon.â He continued eating, and you were content to sit with him, only moving the tray once he had eaten his fill.
âIt is good to be home.â The words came out as a sigh, âI missed it while I was away, more than any other time I must admit.â He shifted slightly and winced again, âHelp me lay flat, my back aches from sitting.â He held out his hand and you rushed to oblige, moving pillows and positioning him flat on his back. âThat is better, gratitude Girl, let us blow out the candles and settle in.âÂ
âYes Dominus.â
âHave you something to sleep in? What is most comfortable for you?âÂ
âI am content in this, Dominus.â You gestured to your tunic as you made your way around the room, snuffing out the candlelight.
âThat is not what I asked you.â There was no bite in his words, but the expectation of truth was plain as day.Â
âMost nights I sleep in the nude, it is what is most comfortable for me.â You made your way back to the bed but he did not let you get in.Â
âPlease, make yourself comfortable, there is no expectation from me, much as I have missed the pleasures of your body. I would have you sleep how you are accustomed.â You nodded once, undressing down to your skin before slipping into bed with him. In the dark, in the quiet, it was peaceful and the sound of his steady breathing worked it spell on you quicker than you would have thought.Â
âGratitude Girl.â He said it soft, and with a full belly and heavy lids, you questioned him.Â
âFor what Dominus?â The words were almost slurred, as the heavy press of sleep pushed you into the deep pool of blackness. You thought you heard him say everything, but you could not be sure, sleep had claimed you.Â
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You woke with the sun, the first few rays sliding across your skin like water and it was hard to move from your place. In the night, your body had brought you close to him, seeking out the warmth of him. He was still asleep, but his legs had tangled up with yours and it was strange to lay with him like this, both of you nude as the day you were born, yet incredibly comforting.Â
You took the time to check over his wound, and were pleased to find it looking much better. The edges of it stitching together, thankfully without corruption.Â
âIt does not hurt as much as it did before.â His voice was sleepy, âI will be back on my feet soon enough.â
âLet me dress Dominus, and I will fetch you something to break your fast.âÂ
âNot just yet.â He shifted, and although you helped him, he didnât struggle quite as much. âCome, lie with me.â He held out his arm, and you went to him, trembling like a leaf to rest your head on his shoulder. âGods, I missed you, Girl.â He buried his nose into the mess of your hair and something inside you grew and swelled, was fed and made strong by his words and by his skin.Â
âI missed you, Dominus.â Truer words had never been spoken by you, the ache for him had been unbearable.
âDid you?â There was something underneath, something desperate and had it not been so early, so peaceful, he might not have asked.
âDesperately Dominus, I feared you had abandoned me, I feared you no longer desired me.â You pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in, his scent, his warmth, him- sustenance
âCome now, Girl, you know of my desire for you, it is like a thirst I cannot quench. A hunger I cannot satisfy, despite my dark moods, despite my sour face, you are a source of joy and pleasure I have not known in some time.â His hand brought your face up, his gaze burned into yours and his words affected you so that tears welled in your eyes. He wiped them away, and the tenderness was too much, a sob clawed its way out from your throat. All of the worry, all of the fear that he might have left you alone in the world, to be sold to another bubbled up and he held you as you cried.
âDo you wish to be free of me? Is that why you cry?â Something in his voice broke your heart.
âNo Dominus, no-â you wiped at your eyes, moving to look him in the eye and the expression you saw in them was almost too much to bear. âI have never been so happy in all my life, I have never felt about anyone, the way I feel for you.â You pressed your lips to his, petal-soft.Â
âSometimes, the things I feel for you are almost too big for my body, I want to be with you always, I want to feel you always. I feared so much while you were gone that I could barely eat, barely sleep-â Your words were frantic, so many things to get out that you could barely speak and he pulled you close, shushing you softly.Â
âMy heart swells to hear you speak this way.â He reached down, sliding his hand towards the hinge in your knee, to pull it over his thigh. âPeace, let us just enjoy the silence.â You nodded into his neck, letting go of a great breath in your lungs.Â
âIf I was myself, and whole, I would be pulling every ounce of pleasure from you now.âÂ
You laughed at the annoyance in his tone.
âSoon enough Dominus, I would have you healthy and healed.â Your hand slid up the smooth expanse of his chest, threading through the curls at the base of his skull. âOnce your wound has healed, you may have me any way you please.âÂ
âAny way?â His tone darkened, and your body responded, thighs clenching, heart racing, nipples hardening. âAny way I please? And what if I want you for a day and a night? What if I want you wet and spread for me in this bed until youâre so full of my gift it spills all over my linens?â The hand that had been softly stroking your back moved down and grabbed at your backside, pulling until the lips of your sex spread open.Â
A moan slipped out at the feel of his hands, and he all but growled.Â
âDo not make those noises Girl, not when I cannot fuck you how I wish to.â He pulled your face up, licking into your mouth with a hunger you could not satisfy, not in his current state.Â
âDominus, I beg of you not to taunt me, not when we cannot indulge.â You kissed him again, despite your words and finally he pulled away, the tremble of frustration in his grip. You shifted, and felt his manhood press against your thigh, the sight of him, leaking and hard against his belly made you sigh.Â
âDo not concern yourself with that, I am ravenous for you, but my body cannot fulfill the wishes of my cock. Go and fetch something to break our fast. I will need you to change my dressing as well, if you could.â He sent you off with a kiss, and with desire dripping onto your thighs.Â
âYes Dominus.â You smiled, and rushed off to do what needed to be done.Â
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Weeks passed, and he healed beautifully. His wound knit together cleanly and with that, his strength came back. More often than not he stood and cleansed without your help, he left the safety of his bed and his chambers and sported a genuine smile as he made his rounds through his house.
You trailed behind him, your own smile in place to see him coming back into himself.Â
Things were different. He was different.Â
He spoke more, that was for one. Before he would keep his own council, his words were curt and his thoughts would be kept close to his chest. Some nights he reverted to his silence, but it had grown into something peaceful, something comfortable.
The biggest change though, was his attitude towards you.Â
For one, he refused to sleep alone. The darkness of night found you tending to his needs and after the candles had been snuffed- he pulled your tunic off and pulled you into his bed, into his arms.Â
At first, you thought it was his injury, a fear that he might suffer some setback in his sleep, but as the days passed on and he was well past the point of danger, he still refused to let you go.Â
His desire had come back too, much quicker than his body could handle. Mornings would find you in the cage of his arms, with his lust pressed hard and hot at the cleft of your ass. You would pull away so as not to tease him, and he would let you at first, but as his body caught up to him, he stopped letting you pull away.Â
Most mornings, heâd whisper how much he missed burying himself inside you, how he couldnât wait to gift you with his seed while slipping his fingers between your legs and swirling them around your clit, only stopping after youâd fluttered around his fingers. Then heâd send you off to fetch food with a smile on your face and an ever-growing ache between your thighs.Â
A part of you fretted as to why he hadnât taken you yet, as the days passed it was clear that he was well enough to indulge. Another part, a hopeful, possibly quite foolish part of you thought maybe he was waiting for you to ask him. That couldnât be, could it? You ruminated on your previous encounters, yesâheâd called you forth to warm his bed, but with every recalled memory it was clear that in his own way, he'd let you decide whether to push things or not. A luxury you knew was rare. It was an intoxicating thought though, to think that you could decide when and what you wanted him to do.
So many possibilities.Â
When night came, you brought him his meal, and his wine and tried to keep the tremble of excitement out of your hands. You watched him move about his chambers, his strength back to normal as he dipped his hands into the fresh water in his basin. His hair had grown out a little, dark with silver mixed through and that thought struck you again, that he was some beautiful marble statue come to life. An emperor of old, standing before you in all his glory.Â
âDominus-â You called to him, unable to hold back any longer. His eyes raised, finding you as he dried his hands.Â
âBefore you take your meal, I would ask something of you.â Your voice shook, never had you openly asked him for anything before. He raised his eyebrows, more surprised than anything.
âWhat would you have of me Girl?â He moved towards you, eyes curious.Â
âI would have youââ You stopped him, guiding him to sit on his bed, âI would have you sit here, and accept my mouth.âÂ
You kneeled before him, staring up at him with your lip caught between your teeth. Your hands landed on his knees, sliding up to pull his tunic up to expose his manhood. For a moment, he stared at you with wide, surprised eyes.Â
âI have missed our times together, I have missed you filling me of a night and as much as I treasure your fingers in the morning, I would have you feel pleasure at my handâor, my mouth.â He did not stop you from exposing him and heat flooded your body to see how quickly his cock responded to your words, to the soft exploration of your hand.Â
âYou would do this?â His palm landed on your shoulder, sliding up to cup your cheek. âYou have no obligation, I would not command you to do this should you not want to.â You spit onto your palm and grasped him in hand and despite his words, he shudderred to feel the way you stroked him.Â
âI dream about this Dominus, I desire you so deeply that I ache for youââ You opened your mouth and took the blunt tip of him into your mouth. He moaned, slack-jawed at the sight of you. You placed open mouthed kisses at the tip, and the sensitive underside, stroking at the base of him. His thighs spread, making room for you and you relished the warm strength of them under your arms.Â
He tasted like the ocean.Â
âGodâs above Girl-â You pulled away, smiling as you continued to stroke him, he barely fit in the palm of your hand and with his passion dribbling out and your spit the sounds were loud and slick. Your own arousal unspooled between your legs, the ache intensifying as he tensed underneath you, hissing when you pressed soft kisses to the scar at his side, to the softness of his belly, to the firm golden thighs bracketing you to his hips.Â
âOpen your mouth.â His confidence resurfaced, and then his hand wrapped around yours, guiding you to stroke him the way he liked. He guided the reddened tip into your mouth. âLook at me when you take me in your mouth, open wide, I want to touch your throat.â You moaned around him, taking him deeper, breathing through your nose in an attempt to stay calm.Â
âThatâs it Girl, Gods be damned-â His tone was filthy as he held you there, eyes watering until you pulled away, sputtering and messy.Â
âIf you continue, I will spill in your mouth.â he guided your hand still, slowly stroking himself against your lips, smearing your spit and his salty arousal onto your lips. Never in your life have you felt that powerful, that beautiful, with tears spilling down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. He held himself suspended in his pleasure, awaiting your word.Â
âWould you like to spill in my mouth Dominus? Or would you like to fill my cunt?â You held out your tongue, letting him rub the tip of himself against it while he decided. Your heart soared to see the conflict on his face.Â
âI would fill your cunt, I have missed it terribly.â You smiled and rose with a final kiss to his cock and once you did, he ripped the tunic off your body. The loud tear of it made you squeal with a mix of shock and excitement.Â
âI promise you, I will not last.â He all but tossed you onto his bed, spreading your legs wide for his gaze. âGreedy little cunt, so wet for me.â He spoke in a daze, staring at the place that ached at the mere thought of him. He slipped down and itâs with a shock that you watched him dip down to spear into you with his tongue. Never had anyone used their mouth on you and the sight of it was almost too much to bear.
Itâs with a greedy, filthy groan that his lips dragged up to latch around the pert little pearl of you, his tongue stroking, stroking, stroking while his mouth suctioned around it. Your body was a taut string, legs shaking under the strong grip of his hands, holding you to him tight enough to hurt. Your breathing came in pants, the climax was already there, balancing on a knife's edge, so close you could almost taste it.
His hands moved, sliding up to pinch at your nipples and the wave crested. Your hands gripped into his curls, both holding him close, and desperately pushing him away while you fluttered into his mouth.Â
You felt the strong muscle of his tongue slide down, drinking you from the source.Â
He made his way back up, your slick shining on his face and on his whiskers. Youâre almost too shocked, and too shy to look into his eyes.Â
âI confess, I have wanted to do that for a long time.â He pulled his tunic up and off as you lay under him, boneless. âI know itâs not something commonly done, but I enjoy it. Did you enjoy it? I felt you flutter.â He raised your leg, wrapping it around his hip while his cock slipped inside you without any resistance. You let out a relieved sigh, finally, he was home.Â
âYes Dominusââ You almost whispered, half-shy as he dropped down, his arms holding himself up on either side of your skull. âNo one has everâOhââ He snapped his hips hard, unable to hold himself back and already, the need built in your core, robbing you of any coherent thoughts.Â
âNo one but me ever will.â He kissed you, making you taste yourself and it was so perverse, so exhilarating you held him close, wrapping your arms and legs around him to feel as much of him as you could. His cock pushed and pulled, hitting that special place he owned and with a handful of thrusts, and a punched out groan he filled you with his gift. Finally.Â
He watched himself pull out of the mess he'd made, watched in silence as his gift dripped out and onto his linens.Â
Things felt different this time, thereâs a vulnerability, an intimacy that is almost overwhelming. You pulled his face up, and pressed your lips to his softly, praying that you conveyed the feelings swirling in your chest. He kissed you back, his hand gliding up to wrap around your neck. When you opened your eyes, his brow was furrowed, the same feelings shining back at you through his dark eyes.Â
Seconds passed, and the feeling did not disperse. Before he would have sent you away, but he held you close. Wordlessly he pressed his lips to yours over and over, he stroked at your skin, your shoulder and your thigh high on his ribs, your breast, your lips. He moved off, and went about dampening a cloth to clean himself off of you. Once he was done, he brought the food youâd served him and fed you from his own hand.Â
You accepted the food, smiling shyly as he watched you, something like affection, like love shining out through his eyes.Â
âThank you Dominusââ He shook his head, a small frown at your words.Â
âCall me Marcus.â
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two plus two equals six
nerd!takuma ino & popular-ish!fem!reader
contains... both of you being absolute losers and incredibly embarrassing. that's about it.
word count: 9.4k (its been a while since i've written something this long...)
riea's comments: it's been a terrible couple of days but this idea really stayed in my head and i really had to act on it. idk if its one of my best works but i still like it! i will prove my spot as the mayor of takuma city!!!
technically, you weren't supposed to bother him. something about threatening a restraining order but a threat is really just empty words, amiright?
"heyâŚ," you called out towards the man just two feet in front of you, as a result of you sneakily sliding into the seat across from him at the cafe table he sat at. your lips hung on that final syllable, really stretching out that "eyyy". "you're in my gen chem right?" the harmonic clink of your bangles rang through the space you occupied as you focused on making your voice sound as sweet and sultry as possible
the man in question, y'know, the ones your friends call p.f.b.b.. the p.f.b.b. thing was all credits to you of course. every time you talked about that day's writing or chemistry lecture, he was always mentioned as just that: pretty face black beanie, even though "pretty face black beanie" never looked your way once. it was several continuous moments of pure delusion, your pure delusion
p.f.b.b. glanced up at you and gave a small head nod before turning back to his laptop. it had a clear case with a bunch of stickers from bands you didn't recognize amongst other things you assumed he liked. "of course you are! the chemistry between us is just so genuine maybe its cause you're such a gentleman!"
a giggle escaped you as you continued talking. "see what i did there? the gen from genuine and the gen from gentleman both correspond to the gen from gen chem. which i know means general by the way, i'm notâ"
"are you okay?"
p.f.b.b.'s eyes were now trained on your form, looking with an expression you couldn't discern as anything but pure concern. but of course, for you, that meant something completely different. under his gaze, you felt your cheeks heat up and you began to fidget. "p.f.b.b., stop looking at me like that! you're making me shyâŚ"
it was silent for a few seconds before he spoke. "why do you keep calling me that?"
"i'm sorry?" you tilted your head a bit
"this is maybe the third or fourth time you've called me p.f.b.b.," he takes a sip from his coffee cup before continuing to type away on his laptop
i've spoken to you before??? is what you thought
and its also what you said.
"well yes," he started, gaze never leaving the blue light of his device, "like that time i answered professor's question and you said 'wow p.f.b.b. you're so smart!'. or that other time when i picked up your pencil case for you as i was leaving the lecture hall. or whenâ"
"okay i get it! i seriously don't remember that happening at all though⌠maybe i should start taking memory pillsâŚ" you muttered
"i know you're popular and stuff but we're in university now. the bullying thing is outdated and super uncool."
you had to take a couple of moments to fully grasp what he was saying. he thought you were bullying him. he thought you were a bully. and worst of all, he thought you were uncool. your body shivered at that thought and a pit formed in your stomach
"waitâ!" you exclaimed, even though he wasn't going anywhere, "first off, i'm not bullying you! the p.f.b.b. thing is an inside jokeâ"
"am i in on the joke?"
you froze in place. he got you there. "well noâ"
"exactly. move to the second thing please." he bluntly stated as he took another swig of coffee
"okay um, i'm not uncool! i'm actually really cool. and i wouldn't consider myself to be popular either!" you scrambled to find your words and for each syllable that you said, you felt that pit in your stomach growing bigger
"everyone in the school knows you. you're popular." he said as he reached into his messenger bag, pulling out glasses and putting them on
you usually would be entranced, but you had way bigger fish to fry. "iâi can't be popular! what if someone asks me for the best date spots, or amazing places to eat, or secret secluded areas for a bit of privacy!? i'm not from here! i wouldn't know! andâand then i'll look like a failure! i'll look like a loser! p.f.b.b. i can't!âwait."
it was only when you stopped talking that he looked up from his laptop, "what�"
you'd never noticed it before but his voice was really nice, almost to the point where even you would shut up just to hear him talk about any topic that came to his mindÂ
"are you from here?"
"uh, yeah? i was born and raised in this area. why?" p.f.b.b raised his eyebrow at your sudden question to which you sighed in response. "oh nothingâŚ," you cupped your hands on your jaw and looked out a nearby window. "i just wish a local, y'know, someone who's lived here all their life and was born and raised here, knows all the ins and outs of the cityâŚ, yeah just wish someone like that would show me around. i'm still new hereâŚ"
"well, i hope you find that person."
your eyes snapped open to see him all packed up, headphones on, and that suspiciously never-ending coffee cup in hand. "bye for now."
sitting in shock was all you could do. and sit you did. a calm five or so minutes had passed before you noticed something shiny in your peripheral. a card, but not just any card, a pokĂŠmon card, but not just any pokĂŠmon card, an ultra rare pokĂŠmon card at the back of a phone, but not just any phone, p.f.b.b.'s phone
you struck gold. pretty face black beanie will certainly be looking for this soon enough, and then you'll be there to swoop in and save the day. and it'll go something like thisâŚ
"ugh, where is that thing!" p.f.b.b. mutters frustratingly
"what thing?" you say sweetly, batting your eyelashes
"my phone. i must've misplaced it."
"oh perhapsâŚ" you walk over to where he's standing, his phone in hand, "is this your phone?" you look up at him cutely
"yes! this is my phone! you found it! how can i ever repay you?"
"oh⌠you don't have to. i was just looking out for youâŚ"
"i know! let's get married!"
"well if you insistâŚ"
"of course! i love you!"
cue flowers and glitter and sparklesÂ
you giggled from how creative and vivid the scene was but unfortunately that sound broke you from your delusion and brought you right back to the real world
"i have p.f.b.b.'s phone." you said flatly, opening the door to your shared apartment. shouts of "what?!" and "huh??!" filled the space as you set down your things and laid on the couch. your best friends quickly flooded the living room, throwing questions at you
"ladies, ladies, please. one at a time."
nobara hit your thigh, "stop acting so high and mighty! how did you get his phone?"
mimiko massaged the area as she listened to you, "so long story short, we were talking at a cafe and then he left but forgot his phone so i just picked it up!"
"so⌠you stole his phone." nanako stated
"no. he left it and i picked it up."
"waitâ don't you know his schedule?" nobara mentioned, resting her head on the plush couch, "shouldn't you have been able to give it back to him?"Â
"well no⌠i'm not a stalker! i just have general knowledge of when and where his classes will be during the week."
"so why didn't you give it back to him, instead of stealing it?" mimiko teased, now kneading at your calves
"not you too, mimi!" you whined, "like i said, i didn't steal his phone! he left it on the cafe table and i picked it up!"
their voices mixed together to try and get the same two words through that thick skull of yours
"that's theft!"
the arguing of you and your roommates concerning your concerning ethics filled your ears, preventing you from hearing anything else. especially that banging on the front door
nanako shushed you all, bringing her voice to a barely audible whisper, "do you guys⌠hear that?"
thump. thump. thump.
"its probably one of your packages," nobara mentioned, earning an enlightened nod, "you seriously have a shopping addiction."
the shopaholic stood up and walked over to the door, still whispering, "you're one to talk!" you, nobara, and mimiko watched on as nanako's hand slipped over the door handle and turned it open. you swore that the door wasn't even open for a full five seconds before it was slammed shut. "it's a man."
the four of you exchanged confused looks. "yeah⌠maybe it's the delivery man� check for a package," you said reassuringly. the door opens and it closes. nanako's voice right after. "no package."
"well⌠uh⌠what does he look like? maybe he's returning something one of us misplaced?" mimiko stammered, feeling the tension in the air rise at the unexpected stranger. the door opens again and it closes again. "brown hair. brown eyes. he's kinda emo lookingâŚ"
"spencer's emo or hot topic emo?"
"spencer's."
"wait!" you realized, practically falling over yourself as you ran to the door and pulled it open, "itsâ!"
"uh, hi..." you said, voice suddenly small compared to your usual playful demeanor. he was standing right outside your apartment door, looking more tired than annoyed, though the crease in his brow said he was definitely annoyed
"hey," he replied, with little emotion. his eyes briefly flicked to your roommates huddled behind you, who had all gone suspiciously silent. "you have my phone."
you unfortunately understood his intentions of finding where you live. it wasn't to ask you on a date, or to take you up on that offer you made earlier, it was to get his phone. you could've lied and said you didn't have it butâŚ
"i do!" you held it up triumphantly like some kind of trophy, though the look on his face immediately made you regret it. "...but i swear, i wasn't trying to steal it or anything!"
his eyebrow raised slightly, and for a second, you thought he might actually laugh. instead, he sighed and reached out his hand. "can i have it back?"
"of course," you said quickly, but just as you extended it toward him, you froze. "wait! how do i know this is really your phone?"
"i'm sorry?" he blinked, looking somewhere between incredulous and exhausted. "you know it's my phone. you picked it up."
"yeah, but..." you stepped back slightly, holding it just out of reach. "what if it's not your phone, and you're just some random guy who also happens to wear a black beanie and drink coffee in moody cafes?"
your roommates groaned audibly from behind you, and you heard nobara mutter something like she's impossible under her breath
p.f.b.b., stared at you for a long moment before pinching the bridge of his nose. "okay. fine." he held out his hand again, palm up. "ask me something only i'd know if it's my phone."
you paused, scrambling for a question. "uh... what's on the back of your phone case?"
"a meowscarada pokĂŠmon card. holo, rare," he said without missing a beat. "which you clearly already saw, since you're holding it."
damn. he had you there.
"okay, okay," you relented, placing the phone in his outstretched hand. "i believe you. say no more."
he chuckled softlyâbarely audible, but enough to make your heart do a little somersault. "thanks. i appreciate you picking it up. i was worried i'd have to replace the card."
before you could stop yourself, you blurted, "you must really like pokĂŠmon, huh?"
"it's nostalgic," he admitted, remembering his childhood. "my brother and i used to play together when we were kids."
your lips curved into a grin. "that's cute. guess you're not as emo as you look."
his head tilted slightly at that, but you caught the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips. "guess not. anyway..." he glanced past you at your still-curious roommates. "thanks again. i should go."
"wait!" you called after him as he started to turn. he stopped, looking at you expectantly. "how do you know where i live? do you live around here or something?"
"i⌠uh⌠live just over there," his thumb pointed behind him and you followed that direction toâŚ
the unit right across from yours.
703.
"what?!" you gasped, "how come you never said anything? plus, i never see you in the mornings? how is this possible?!"
"one, we don't know each other well enough yet to know where the other lives," p.f.b.b. scrolled through his missed messages while he continued, "and two, i make sure to leave early and come back late every day just so i can avoid you."
grumbling, you wanted to slam the door in his face again but remembered that you had to choose peace. "that's great! i hope you're happy!" aaaand you slammed the door anyway
yet. we don't know each other well enough yet.
"oh p.f.b.b~!" nanako swooned
"oh [name]~!" nobara giggled
"insert kissing sounds and the actors are running their hands over the other's body."Â
"stop that!!"
music was blasting and your spirits were up. you were practically skipping to your next class. that was⌠until you caught sight of a familiar head of blonde behind the granite fountainÂ
"uncle ken!" you called out, rounding the fountain's corner
"hello, [name]. what brings you here?" the well-composed man paused his previous conversation, giving his research assistant a silent apology while he focused on you
you nodded to p.f.b.b. before answering kento, "nothing much! just walking to my next class,"
"uncle�" p.f.b.b questioned under his breath
unfortunately for him, his mentor picked up on it. "my apologies, i should introduce you two," kento turned towards the other man who seemed to regret his decision of speaking his thoughts, "ino, this is [name]. her parents and i are close so, naturally, she calls me her uncle. andâ"
kento spun back to you, using his hand to motion towards "ino". you noticed a bracelet adorning his right hand. kento doesn't like wearing anything that's not a watch and it looks handmade and those colors⌠yellow, blue, black and brown??? how odd⌠"[name], this is takuma ino. he's been my research assistant for two years."
it was kind of weird to realize that p.f.b.b.'s name wasn't⌠wellâ p.f.b.b. like, he has a whole name: takuma ino. it hung on your lips and your tongue savored the taste. "hi," you spoke, giving ino a small wave. "hey," he responded, parroting your motions
"was that what you were working on at the cafe yesterday? some data stuff?"
"uhâŚ, yeah. yeah i was."
kento silently watched this happen and even he was uncomfortable. there was a slight tension in the air. it was missable but apparent enough if you looked for it. he cleared his throat softly, bringing your attention back to him. "how are your parents?" he asked.
"they're good," you replied, smiling, though your voice carried a slight hesitation. "they always ask about you, by the way. mom wanted me to tell you that you're still her favorite."
kento allowed a rare chuckle, shaking his head. "i'm flattered, but i imagine that makes your dad roll his eyes."
"it does." you laughed
"speaking of family," you continued, "my brother is getting discharged from the military soon! and we're planning to have a little get together or something. nothing too crazy, but it'll be our first one together since he left and i know how much he loves you soâŚ" your voice trailed off, hoping that the silence was strong enough to carry your unspoken words
"i understand. of course i'll be there."
kento smiled when he saw you beaming, on the verge of jumping up and down from happiness, and from the corner of your eye, you swear that you saw the corner of a lip curl up from that "ino"
"greatâoh shootâ!" you checked the time on your phone and realized that⌠if you didn't go now, you'd be late. and that professor does not play. you showed up three minutes late to one of his lectures and he basically publicly humiliated you. "i gotta go but text mom and dad about it, okay uncle? bye now! bye ino!"
as you speed walked away, you felt ino's eyes lingering on you. a soft chuckle escaped your lips. takuma inoâyou liked the way it sounded
the campus library was unusually quiet for a wednesday night, the usual hum of late-night chatter replaced by the occasional sound of a book being flipped or the muffled footsteps of a librarian making their rounds. you had no plans to be productive tonight; in fact, you'd come here specifically to procrastinate. or, more accurately, to bother someone
your target was easy to spot, tucked away in the far corner of the library like a hermit hiding from civilization. p.f.b.b was hunched over his notebook, one earbud in, one out, the faint sound of rock music drifting in the air around him
you made a beeline for him, sliding into the seat across the table before he could even process what was happening. "fancy seeing you here," you whispered conspiratorially, even though this was his obvious habitat
he didn't even look up, just sighed. "you're aware this is a library, right?"
"and you're aware you're in my study spot, right?" you countered, setting your bag down with an exaggerated thud
finally, his eyes flicked up to meet yours, unimpressed as always. "you⌠study?" before you could fight back, he continued, "anyways⌠pretty sure i've been coming here since the semester started, so if anything, this is my study spot."
"well that's too bad for you because i've been coming here since the first day i set foot on this campus," you shot back with a grin, leaning forward on your elbows. "but i'm willing to negotiate. how about we share?"
p.f.b.b. stared at you before shaking his head and returning to his notes. "as long as you don't talk too much."
"me? never."
silence settled between you for a few moments, a fragile truce held together by his focus and your determination not to annoy him too much. but that didn't stop you from sneaking glances at his notes
"why are you studying organic chem?" you asked after a while, squinting at the complicated diagrams on his page. "i thought we were suffering through general chem together."
"because i'm actually trying to graduate," he replied flatly
"well, me too," you said with a dramatic sigh, leaning back in your chair
he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, finally setting his pen down. "if you're not here to study, what are you here for?"
you grinned, pulling a pack of gummy bears out of your bag and sliding them across the table toward him. "to make sure you don't pass out from starvation, obviously."
he looked at the gummy bears, then at you, his expression unreadable. after a beat, he shook his head, a small, reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "you're weird, you know that?"
"compliments will get you everywhere," you said, plucking a gummy bear from the pack and popping it into your mouth
for the rest of the night, you sat across from him, not saying much but somehow managing to get under his skin with every little comment or movement. oddly enough, seeing him work made you itch to do some studying of your own. and when he finally packed up to leave, muttering something about having an early class, he didn't tell you to leave him alone or call you annoying
instead, he paused just before he walked away, turning back to you with a bemused look
"thanks for the gummy bears."
"anytimeâ wait! aren't we going the same wayâŚ? wait for me!" you scrambled to pack up your pencils and books, stuffing them in your bag, not realizing that p.f.b.bâi meanâ ino, was kinda, sorta, maybe, if you had asked him he'd say "no", but from what i saw, he was⌠waiting for youâŚ
"then move faster, idiot."
you walked through the halls, passing numerous rooms, a small skip in your step. your body froze as you recalled a certain room's number, kento's research lab. walking back to where it was and peeping through the windowed door, you saw that it was⌠organized chaos. papers and binders were stacked, whiteboards covered in dense equations, and the faint scent of coffee could be smelled from outside the door. looking closer, you could see someone hunched over a desk, scribbling something on a notepad. ino.
you twisted the handle of the door, opening it with a push, "tough work?"
ino looked up from his desk, blinking at you in mild surprise. his hair was slightly disheveled and rid of that beanie, and there was a smudge of something that looked suspiciously like marker on his cheek
"i'm fine," he said, though the dark circles under his eyes told a different story. "really. i've got it handled."
you raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "you're drowning in⌠whatever this is. don't worry about it, i'll just provide extra assistance."
he groaned, leaning back in his chair. "seriously, you don't have to. it's not a lot of work."
the phrase held so much irony considering there were sheets upon sheets of paper, and towers of that. you guessed he realized his small lie once he glanced around the room
ino sighed but didn't argue further, instead gesturing to the mountain of work in front of him. "fine. if you're so eager to help, you can start with that pile over there."
you pulled up a chair beside him, scanning the papers and the spreadsheet open on his laptop. "okay, let's see what we're working with."
as you both settled into the task, the room grew quieter, save for the sound of typing or the rustle of papers
"you're surprisingly good at this," ino said after a while, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye
"surprisingly?"
he winced. "i didn't mean it like that. just⌠i didn't expect you to pick it up so quickly."
"thanks for the backhanded compliment," you said dryly, but there was a hint of a smile on your lips
he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "sorry. i meant it as a real compliment. you're making this way easier."
"you're welcome," you said, turning back to the spreadsheet. "but seriously, how have you two been doing this without losing your minds?"
"coffee," he said immediately
you snorted. "yeah, i can tell. your bloodstream is probably ninety percent caffeine at this point."
he smirked, but the teasing in his expression softened into something more genuine. "it's been⌠a lot. nanami keeps me grounded, though. he's really good at this kind of thing."
"yeah, he is," you said, pausing for a moment before adding, "but so are you."
ino blinked, caught off guard. "me?"
"yes, you," you said, glancing at him. "you're smart, ino. you don't give yourself enough credit."
he looked at you for a moment, his usual demeanor towards you faltering. "thanks," he said softly
the moment lingered longer than either of you expected, the air between you feeling just a bit heavier
the hours passed in a steady rhythm of work and banter sprinkled in, and by the time the sun began to set, the two of you had cleared more than half of the tasks kento had left behind
"see?" you said as you leaned back in your chair. "teamwork makes the dream work."
ino laughed, shaking his head. "alright, fine. you win. maybe having you here wasn't the worst thing."
"don't get too used to it," you teased, grabbing your bag. "next time, i might just let you suffer alone."
he playfully shot you a look while stretching in his chair, "hey, how about i show you around."
"what? areâare you joking?"
 he got up and packed his bag with never before seen speed, "yeah. i am."
"youâ!"
"follow me."
ino led the way out of the building, his energy contagious despite the long day you both had. the evening air was cool and refreshing, the city humming quietly as the golden glow of the setting sun bathed everything in a warm light
"i know this great spot," he said with a grin as he walked slightly ahead, hands casually stuffed in his jacket pockets. "you've been here for a while, but have you actually seen the good stuff?"
you raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "define 'good stuff.'"
he smirked over his shoulder. "you'll see."
as you followed ino down the bustling streets, the city seemed to transform as it got darker. neon lights flickered to life, illuminating the shop windows and casting colorful reflections on the wet pavement from an earlier drizzle. the aroma of street food mingled with the faint scent of rain, creating a vivid tapestry of sights and smells
"so," you began, dodging a biker weaving through the crowd, "what's the first stop on this magical mystery tour of yours? please tell me it's food. i'm starving."
ino grinned, gesturing dramatically toward a food cart that had a line of eager customers. "you, my friend, are about to experience the best takoyaki this city has to offer."
"oh, come on," you teased, falling in step beside him. "isn't that what everyone says about their favorite food cart?"
"don't disrespect taro-san like that," ino shot back, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "this man has been perfecting his craft since before i could hold chopsticks."
moments later, you stood together, balancing plates of piping hot takoyaki drizzled with sauce and topped with dancing bonito flakes. ino took a bite, his expression almost reverent. "see? what did i tell you? food of the gods."
you took a bite, and your eyes widened. the crisp shell gave way with a soft crunch, revealing the molten, creamy filling inside. it was so warm it nearly melted on your tongue, a perfect blend of savory depth and a subtle sweetness that made your mouth water instantly. the octopus at the center was tender, just the right amount of chewy, and so fresh it almost seemed to bring a whisper of the ocean with it. the sauce on top was like a burst of fireworksâsweet and tangy, with a smoky undertone that paired flawlessly with the creamy mayo drizzled alongside it
you had to pause for a second after swallowing, just to appreciate it. the warmth lingered in your mouth, and you already knew one bite wouldn't be enough. within seconds the entire thing was gone, but you couldn't give ino the satisfaction of being right
"it was alright i guess." you shrugged, "i suppose you're not as full of it as i thought."
"rightâŚ," ino said with a suspicious grin, nudging you lightly with his elbow. "stick with me and i'll make you a connoisseur."
he didn't waste any time bringing you to the next point of interest, grabbing your hand with his and dragging you to a small, secluded alley lined with string lights and small artisan shops. it was beautiful, to say the least
"it's⌠quieter here."
"yeah," ino agreed, his voice softer now. "this is one of my favorite spots. it's like the city pauses for a second."
you glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes softened as he looked around. "you come here often?"
"used to, back when i needed to think. or when i was avoiding studying," he admitted with a sheepish grin
"you? avoid studying? how unlikelyâŚ" you sneakily caught a glance at your still interlocked hands, noticing a small, oddly colored, handmade bracelet around ino's wrist. but it seems you were staring at it for far too long
"oh! sorry!" he stuttered, pulling his hand from yours, and bringing it to his chest. you immediately felt the slight chill of the night but still flashed a bittersweet smile that conveyed something of a don't worry about it. out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the shops practically twinkling. getting a closer look, your wallet itched once you saw the array of jewelry and hair accessories. it was sorted by color and then by type, gold earrings on the far left and silver necklaces on the far right. but you were inexplicably drawn to one item: a hair clip with four small, white seashells on it
"that one?"
ino's voice next to you made you jump slightly. giving him a small hit on his shoulder, you followed his finger to the item you were just admiring. "yeah, that one. it's really pretty, isn't it?" ino hummed in response, surprised to see you turn away from it and walk down the alley instead
"butâŚ, maybe i'll get it another time."
after a minute or so of window shopping the rest of the stores, ino caught up to you. "next up is the park. you can't say you've really seen the city until you've walked through it at night."
once you got closer, ino pointed at the beautifully lit area in the distance. lanterns illuminated the paths, and the sound of a bubbling fountain echoed softly. children chased each other, their laughter carrying through the crisp air, while couples strolled hand in hand. ino brought you to a bench overlooking a pond, the moonlight reflecting off its surface like a scene from a painting
"alright, i'll give it to you," you said, leaning back and stretching, stomach craving that takoyaki from earlier. "you weren't kidding. this is incredible."
"see?" ino said with a smirk, leaning back beside you. "i'm full of surprises. and speaking of that⌠here." ino reached into his left pocket, pulling a small item out, and pushing it into your hands
staring down at it, you realized it was the seashell hair pin you were eyeing from earlier. overrun with happiness, you flung your arms around ino, showering him in thank you's. pulling away and on the edge of bouncing in your seat, you slipped it into your hair, looking at ino for validation
"how does it look?"
oh. oh.
she's⌠beautiful. though, i've always known thatâŚ
thanking the cashier and gathering your bags, you made a beeline for the exit. you see, you were trying to make it home as quickly as possible because it was friday and you and your roommates always watched a specific show on friday nights. you guys ordered in and it was just amazing, until nanako said that she was craving your cooking, everyone agreed, and then you somehow lost the four way rock, paper, scissors on who goes to the store to get the ingredients. so here you were, standing under the awning of the nearby grocery store, bags in hand, watching the wall of rain as it drenched the street. the rain that wasn't in the forecast and the kind of downpour that left everyone scrambling for cover
great. just great.
your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out to see a text from kento
kento: the rain was unexpected. are you alright?
you sighed and quickly typed back
you: yeah, just stuck waiting for it to stop. don't worry, i'll figure it out
after a couple minutes of you standing and contemplating your next move, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb, and the passenger window rolled down, revealing p.f.b.b.'s grin that even though you've seen about three times, you'd never get used to
"need a ride?" he called out, leaning casually over the center console
you blinked at him, caught off guard. "what are you doing here?"
"i was with nanami when he mentioned you," he said, shrugging. "said you were stranded. figured i'd play the hero."
you tried to cross your arms but the weight of the bags were kind of weighing them down, "play the hero driving kento's car? do you even have your license?"
"heyâ," he explained, raising his voice just a bit, "it may be nanami's car but he said i could take it! and yes, i do have my license!"
you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. "alright, fine. but what about these?" you gestured to your grocery bags
"pop the trunk," he said, pressing a button on the dash. the trunk lid opened smoothly. "problem solved."
with a sigh, you stepped into the rain long enough to stow your bags before climbing into the passenger seat, shaking droplets off your jacket as you settled in. the interior was warm, the faint scent of leather and air freshener filling the space
"comfy?" he teased as you buckled up
"more than i'd be waiting in that rain," you shot back
he laughed, the sound light and easy, as he pulled back onto the road. the rain drummed steadily against the car, but inside, it was quiet, almost peaceful
"alright, thenâŚ, let's go home."
home, huh?
the blue light of your laptop pierced your eyes as you typed the final words of your assignment, and submitted it, chemistry work abandoned at the edge of your desk. as you were looking at it ashamedly, a ping came through your phone
xxx-xxx-xxxx: have you done the writing assignment yet?
you: wrong number
xxx-xxx-xxxx: no. it's p.f.b.b.
you: oh! how did you get my number?
p.f.b.b.: don't worry about that. did you do the assignment?
you: yeah i just finished. why?
p.f.b.b.: can you come over? i need some help with it. in exchange, i'll help you with your chem work that i know you didn't start
you: well since you're offeringâŚ
"do you still even like him?" nobara questioned, "before you'd be jumping up for joy."
"yeah, i do," you put your laptop and chemistry work and textbook in your tote, grabbing some snacks from the pantry too, "i'm just not as upfront about it anymore. maybe it's cause we're friends now, but i don't know!"
you slung your tote bag over your shoulder, opening the door to your apartment and saying a quick "i'll be back" to your girls. walking just across the hall and knocking on his door, you barely had time to exhale before it swung open to reveal ino in a hoodie and sweats, his hair slightly tousled like he'd just slipped off that beanie
"right on time," he said with a grin, stepping aside to let you in
"you texted me like two minutes agoâ"
"make yourself at home," he interrupted, already moving to clear space for you
his apartment mirrored yours in layout but had its own chaotic charmâtextbooks and notes spread across the coffee table, an empty coffee mug sitting precariously on the edge
you dropped your bag and slid onto the couch, pulling out your laptop. "let's see what you've got so far."
ino groaned, flopping down beside you with an exaggerated sigh. "barely anything. writing isn't my thing."
you rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. "that's what i'm here for."
the second session, where you both stumbled through the assignment, bickering over comma placement and syntax while munching on the snacks you brought. you teased him for his messy handwriting, and he fired back with jokes about your overuse of sticky notes
the fourth session, where ino finally made good on his promise to help you with chemistry. he sat cross-legged on the floor, explaining concepts in a way that actually made sense while you leaned over his shoulder to read his notes
the sixth session, where the stress of exams had both of you yawning into your notebooks. he brewed coffeeâterrible coffeeâbut the gesture made you smile. you fell asleep on his couch that night, waking up to a blanket draped over you
or that one time he showed up at your door, unannounced, holding a coffee cup in one hand and a thick textbook in the other for an "emergency study session,"
today was no different. you walked over to ino's apartment that he graciously started leaving unlocked around this timeâjust for you. walking in and greeting him briefly, you sat on his couch, your knees brushing against his as you both hovered over the same textbook as you reviewed chemical equations. the proximity made it hard to focus; you were acutely aware of the way his shoulder brushed yours every time he shifted, and you wondered if he was tooÂ
"see?" you said, pointing to a diagram. "like what does that even mean? what does this show me?"
"okay so, this shows esterification. ethanoic acid and ethanol produces ethyl ethanoate and water in the presence of an acid catalyst like sulfuric acid. the reaction begins with the acid protonation of the carbonyl oxygen of the carboxylic acid, making the carbon more electrophilic." he replied, the words falling off his tongue with ease
you glanced up at him, finding his eyes already on you. though the usual playful spark was there, his words went in one ear and out the other, and you felt embarrassed that you didn't understand a word except acid, produces, reaction, and catalyst
neither of you spoke for a long moment. the tension was palpable, the world outside his apartment fading away until it was just the two of you in this bubble of uncertainty and longing
"ino, repeat that forâ" you started, but your words were cut off as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss so tentative it felt like a question
your breath caught, your mind racing even as your heart leapt. what is happening right now? it was almost an immediate reaction that you kissed him back, the touch lingering just long enough to send your thoughts spiraling before you pulled away
"iâ" he started, his expression a mix of surprise and hesitation. "i didn't mean toâ"
you shook your head, rising from the couch as you scrambled to gather your things. "i should go."
"wait," he said, standing as if to follow, but you held up a hand to stop him
"i'll⌠see you later," you murmured, avoiding his gaze as you slipped out the door
the walk across the hall to your apartment felt endless, your heart pounding in your chest. once inside, you leaned against the door, your fingers brushing your lips as you replayed the moment over and over
what the fuck?
the party was in full swing, a cheerful celebration of your brother's long-awaited return. laughter and chatter filled the room, plates of food were passed around, and glasses clinked in endless toasts. you were busy setting a tray of drinks on the counter when you spotted takuma ino standing near the door, looking a little out of place but still managing to charm a small group of your family members and friends with his easygoing smile
your steps faltered, your chest tightening. he hadn't mentioned he'd be here. not that you blamed himâwhy would he? last night's kiss wasn't a topic either of you seemed ready to breach today. but still, the sight of him caught you completely off guard
turning on your heel, you found kento by the kitchen, nursing a glass of wine. marching up to him, you jabbed a finger in his direction
"why is he here?" you hissed, keeping your voice low
kento raised an eyebrow at you, calm as ever. "he's here because i invited him. your brother wanted to know more about my project. what better way to tell him about it than to bring my research assistant? why?"
you rubbed your temple, biting back a groan. "look, i'm not saying that he can't be here, but⌠you could've given me a heads-up."
kento's gaze turned suspicious, and his lips twitched into a slight frown. "why would you need a heads-up? haven't i introduced you two?"
you felt heat rising to your cheeks, the embarrassment seeping into your voice as you fumbled for an explanation. "well, yeah, formally, but he and iâweâwe'reâhe and iâNO!"
kento stared at you, unblinking, while you buried your face in your hands, muttering curses under your breath. his frown deepened, and you could practically feel his uncle intuition kicking in
"wait," he said slowly, his tone sharpening. "what do you mean, 'he and i'?"
"nothing!" you snapped, dropping your hands, "i meant nothing. justâjust forget i said anything."
kento's expression didn't waver. he studied you for a moment longer before sighing and shaking his head. "whatever you're freaking out about will pass. ino's a good guy."
"yeah, i know," you muttered under your breath, glancing back toward ino, who was now engaged in a conversation with your brother. his laugh echoed across the room, and you couldn't help the flutter of nervous energy it sent through you
as the party continued in full swing, you moved around the room, trying to keep busyârefilling snacks, grabbing empty plates, and avoiding ino's gaze whenever your paths seemed to almost cross
you weren't sure how long you could keep this up. every time his laughter reached your ears or you caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, your heart seemed to skip a beat. the kiss from last night lingered in the back of your mind, a constant, unspoken weight
you had just finished setting down a fresh tray of drinks when you heard a voice behind you
"hey."
you froze, recognizing it immediately. slowly turning around, you found ino standing there, his hands holding a can of soda; they were shaking. his usual smile was softer now, almost nervous
"can we talk?" he asked, his voice low enough that no one else could hear over the party noise
your heart sank and leaped at the same time, "uh, sure. now?"
he nodded. "yeah. just for a minute. outside?"
you hesitated, glancing around the room. kento was chatting with your brother near the couch, and the rest of the guests were engrossed in their own conversations. no one would miss you for a few minutes
"okay," you said finally, your voice quieter than you intended
ino led the way to the front door, holding it open for you before stepping out into the cool night air. the silence stretched as you stood there, arms crossed against the slight chill. ino rubbed the back of his neck, clearly searching for the right words
"so," he started, his tone careful, "i uh⌠figured it was probably a bad idea to bring this up inside. with, you know, everyone around."
you nodded, unsure of where he was going with this. "probably."
he let out a small breath, finally meeting your eyes. "about last nightâŚ"
your stomach flipped. of course, he'd bring it up. you'd been bracing for this moment all day, but now that it was here, you didn't know what to say
"look," he continued, "i don't want to make things weird between us. especially not with nanami, or your family, orâ"
"it's not weird," you interrupted, surprising even yourself. "at least, it doesn't have to be."
his brows lifted slightly, a flicker of hope in his expression. "really? because i was worried i'd screwed things up."
"you didn't," you said quickly. "it's just⌠unexpected."
ino nodded, stepping closer. his voice softened, almost hesitant. "i don't regret it, you know. the kiss. but if you're not okay with it, i'll back off. no questions asked."
the sincerity in his tone made your chest ache. you looked up at him, taking in the way his usually confident demeanor seemed so tentative now
"i didn't say i wasn't okay with it," you murmured, barely louder than a whisper. "believe it or not, but i've been flirting with you for a while now."
ino blinked at you, his brows knitting together in confusion. "wait⌠what?"
you tilted your head, giving him a look that said seriously? "flirting, ino. you know, dropping hints, teasing, trying to get you to notice me?"
he stared at you, his lips parting slightly as if the realization was slowly dawning on him. "you're kidding."
you let out a soft laugh, part amused and part exasperated. "no, i'm not kidding. you're telling me you didn't pick up on any of it? not even when i started making excuses to see you more?"
ino's hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it in that familiar sheepish way. "i thought you were just being nice! like, nanami-level nice."
you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "nanami-level nice? ino, i bought you coffee with your weirdly specific order three times in one week. kento would never do that."
he opened his mouth, then closed it, a look of genuine shock crossing his face. "wait⌠that was flirting?"
"yes," you said with a small laugh. "and the time i told you your new haircut made you look good? or when i made sure there was always a snack for you at kento's? flirting, ino."
ino's jaw dropped slightly, his hands falling to his sides as he processed your words. "oh, my god. i'm the dumbest guy alive."
"well⌠maybe," you said, trying not to laugh at his adorably stunned expression
"i am," he insisted, his voice rising slightly in disbelief. "you've been into me this whole time, and i've been walking around like an idiot, completely missing it."
you couldn't help but laugh now, the sound easing the tension between you. "well, now you know."
he took off his beanie and ran a hand through his hair, still looking flustered but with a hint of something softer in his eyes. "yeah. now i know."
for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet night stretching around you. then, almost shyly, ino glanced at you again. "so⌠does this mean i can kiss you again? like, now that i'm finally catching up and all."
you smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. "i think that depends. are you going to keep being oblivious, or are you going to start paying attention?"
he grinned, his usual confidence flickering back. "oh, i'm paying attention now. promise."
before you could respond, he stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours as his gaze met yours. slowly, he leaned in, his lips expecting to meet yours in a kiss that was as sweet as it was certain, but⌠instead they met your pointer finger
"do you hear that? i think someones calling for me." you walked back into the house, leaving ino to wallow in his self-inflicted embarrassment for a while
the convenience store's fluorescent lights buzzed softly above the aisles, casting a harsh glow on shelves stocked with instant noodles, snacks, and cheap energy drinks. you and inoâor, as he let you call him in private, takumaâhad wandered in after a long evening of hanging out at his apartment, the kind of night where laughter and teasing filled the silence
takuma leaned against the refrigerator door, his black beanie pushed back enough to reveal a few strands of his messy hair. he squinted at the drink selection like it held the answers to life's greatest mysteries
"you've been staring at that for a full minute," you teased, sliding up beside him. "it's not that deep. just grab the green tea like you always do."
he smirked without looking at you. "and miss out on your expert critique of my choices? never."
you reached past him to grab a bottle of sparkling water, your shoulder brushing his arm. it wasn't much, just a small touch, but it was enough to make the air between you shift. for a second, it felt like the buzzing of the fluorescent lights got louder, the hum filling the space where words should be
he cleared his throat, stepping back just slightly. "you always drink that fizzy stuff. isn't it just soda pretending to be fancy?"
"it's called having taste," you corrected, placing it in your basket
"right. taste," he said, rolling his eyes but smiling anyway
as the two of you wandered through the aisles, the quiet of the late hour settled over you, broken only by the occasional sound of a cashier scanning items. you found yourself in front of the snack section, takuma trailing behind you with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets
"you want anything?" you asked, holding up a bag of chips
"nah, i'm good," he said, but his eyes lingered on the pack of pocky in your hand
you smirked, tossing it into your basket. "liar. i'll grab it for you. consider it a thank you for giving back that hoodie you stole last week."
"i didn't steal it," he argued, though his tone was more defensive than adamant
"oh, so it just walked out of my closet on its own? how did you even get in?"
he scratched the back of his neck, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "mimiko let me in⌠and⌠it's comfortable."
you grinned, but decided to let it go. instead, you nudged him lightly with your elbow as you headed toward the counter. "next time, just ask. i might even let you keep it."
he followed you in silence, but when you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, you caught the faintest hint of pink on his ears
after paying for your haul, you stepped outside into the crisp night air. the streets were quiet, the kind of stillness that felt rare in the city. takuma walked beside you, the pocky in his hand already opened
"you're eating that now?" you asked, digging through the bag for that sparkling water of yours
"why not?" he said around the stick in his mouth, offering you the box
you took one, the chocolate coating melting slightly against your lips. for a moment, the two of you just walked in comfortable silence, the tension from earlier still lingering but softer now, like a thread pulling you closer without snapping
"thanks," he said suddenly, his voice quiet
"for what?" you asked, glancing at him
he shrugged, not meeting your eyes. "i don't know."
"he knew. he definitely knew," you insisted, gesturing wildly as you paced the living room
mimiko tilted her head thoughtfully. "but if he knew, why wouldn't he just say something?"
nanako smirked. "maybe he's waiting for you to say something first. or maybe he's just an idiot who can't read the room."
nobara clicked her tongue. "i mean, the guy's not exactly subtle. pretending he needs help with writing assignments? clearing his schedule to go grocery shopping with you so that you never have to carry the bags in by yourself? and don't even get me started on how he looks at you when you're not paying attention."
you threw up your hands, exasperated. "what am i supposed to do, just march up to him and demand he explain himself?"
"yes," they chorused
"ugh!" you groaned, grabbing your bag and stomping toward your room. "i don't wanna do this anymore!"
their laughter followed you down the hall, but your irritation evaporated the moment you stepped inside. on your desk, there was a letter
your name was scrawled across the front in unmistakable handwriting. your breath caught as you picked it up, hands trembling slightly as you unfolded the paper. the words inside were written with care, each line pulling at your heart:
to you, the one who's always on my mind,
i've started and restarted this letter more times than i can count, and even now, i'm not sure if i've found the right words. how do you tell someone that they've completely changed the way you see the world? that their laugh is the best sound you've ever heard, or that their smile makes even the worst days feel a little brighter?
i've never been good at thisâputting my feelings into wordsâbut for you, i'll try. because you deserve to know how incredible you are, even if i can't say it as smoothly as i'd like.
you have this way of making everything feel easier, lighter, just by being yourself. and it's not just the big things, like how you help me with work or how you always know exactly what to say when i'm frustrated. it's the little things too. like how you hum under your breath when you're focused, how you tilt your head when you're confused, how you always manage to start an argument over the stupidest of topics, how you light up when you talk about something you love. it's those little things that make me fall harder for you every day.
i don't know when it startedâmaybe it was the late nights we spent working together, or maybe it was how you didn't let me quit when things felt impossible. but now i don't think i want to stop. you make me want to be better, just so i can be someone worthy of being by your side. and maybe i'm not saying this the right way, but i hope you understand what i mean.
i don't know what you'll do with this letter, and maybe i'm an idiot for writing it (and asking mimiko to put it on your desk for me), but if nothing else, i just needed you to know.
yours (if you want me to be),
p.f.b.b.
your chest tightened, emotions flooding through you as you reread the letter. before you could realize it, you were across the hall, in front of takuma's door
you knocked on it and pushed it open without waiting for a response. "takumaâ"
he was standing in the kitchen, and your eyes immediately caught the bouquet of your favorite flowers on the counter. the vibrant blooms were arranged with care, their familiar scent wafting through the room
takuma turned, his face a mix of surprise and panic. "oh. uh⌠hey."
"you're unbelievable," you said, holding up the letter, trying to fight back your smile
his ears turned red as he scratched the back of his neck. "so, you found that."
"takuma, what is this?" you gestured to the flowers and the letter, your voice a mix of exasperation and something softer
he hesitated, looking uncharacteristically shy. "i⌠i wanted to tell you how i feel, but every time i try, i just⌠i mess it up. so, i thought maybe this would be easier."
you stared at him, your heart pounding. "and the flowers?"
"i thought they'd make you smile," he said simply, stepping closer. "do they?"
you felt your lips twitch despite yourself. "they do."
his shoulders relaxed slightly, but the tension between you only seemed to grow. his voice dropped, softer now. "i meant every word in that letter. i did."
your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted, "why didn't you tell me sooner? i've beenâŚ" you trailed off, shaking your head
"been what?" he pressed, his eyes searching yours.
"waiting," you admitted. "i've been waiting for you to say something since the party. anything."
takuma stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours. "i'm saying it now," he murmured. "i care about you. a lot. more than i probably should. and if i'm being honest, you terrify me a little because of how much i feel when i'm around you."
your heart twisted at his words, and before your mind could find a reason to say no, you leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss. it was hesitant at first, soft and searching, but when his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, the world seemed to melt away
when you pulled back, both of you were breathless, his forehead resting against yours
"i think we should date," he said, a small smile playing on his lips
you laughed softly, your nerves giving way to warmth. "i think we should too."
his grin widened, but before the moment could get too serious, he quipped, "does this mean i get to steal your clothes now?"
you smacked his arm playfully. "i'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around."
"heyâŚ, what does p.f.b.b. stand for?"
"mmm," you hummed, looking at your⌠boyfriend. "don't worry about it."
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I beg you, almighty gatorâGambit(Remy LeBeau) x M/FTM reader(ur choice i like both :)) where reader is a mutant that has some kind of power that has to do with sea monsters, and loves tarot cards so Remy does card tricks for him while reader is in a pool.
When I was a kid I called Gambit âMagic Manâ and I had to hold myself back from screaming that in the theater when I was watching D&W a few days ago and revived my non-understandable fanboying of him. (Sorry for the rant)
You can change the fic anyway you want, Iâve got no problem as long as Remy is as silly as he normally is(can evolve into smut or whatever cause Iâm freaky like that đ)
Gracias Gator!!
Remy Lebeau x mutant male reader
Headcanons
I love Remy SO much its insane. I canât write accents, so itâs there in spirit. Havenât read the comics, so im basing this off of is wiki. no smut but i had fun writing this.
i loved seeing Remy in the movie, i just wish theyd given him his eyes, you know?
How you two met can be a mixed bag. Maybe you met in the x-men, maybe you met in the thieves guild before every crossing paths with the x-men as a whole, or maybe somewhere completely third. I enjoy the idea of the thieves guild though, so ill go with that.
You both had different reasons for joining or doing what you do, but being two mutants amongst a lot of other non-mutants meant you felt some kind of kinship with each other, even if you didnât really get along in the beginning.
Especially with you two being visibly mutants. With Remyâs eyes and you having scales on different areas of your body, gills on your sides, what others would refer to as âmonster eyesâ, so on and so forth.
This resulted in you two preferring to work together when you got the chance, you trained together, ate together, slept together (not like that), so on and so forth. It also meant you two got a very deep understanding of each other over time.
It also meant that Remy got to see just how stupidly powerful you were. In the beginning you just thought your powers involved controlling water and being able to breath underwater. Whoâd have thought you could do crazy stuff like controlling typhoons, rain, lightning, so on and so forth, like some kind of biblical being.
This was how you gained the name leviathan. You didnât really like the name in the beginning, since you hadnât really picked it yourself and it felt almost insulting with your appearance. But Remy was so supportive you ended up coming to like it, even though it took a long time.
In the end you two split apart as you leave the guild, going your separate ways but still keeping in contact in small but safe ways. With a power like yours it was hard to stay under the radar, and many wanted you on their side, even if it meant by force.
Time passes, Remy joins the x-men, you travel on your own and discover yourself and the world. Remy gets kicked out of the x-men when they learn of his past, you two meet up again and travel together for a while.
Its during this gap in Remyâs place with the x-men that your relationship became something more. He tells you about Rogue, and how he at first thought he loved her, only to realize what he felt for her wasnât near as strong as what he felt for you.
And of course, during this confession, Remy tries to lay on the charm and act like it isnât a big deal, but you can easily see through him and notice how anxious he is about it. in the end you just have to grab him and kiss him to shut him up, which yes, does shut him up, but also leads to you guys falling back into the water youâd been sitting by when he lunges at you to kiss you again.
Hes a charming guy yes, Remy has such a way with his words, how he carries himself or how he touches you. But underneath all that he also cares so deeply, to the point of being willing to die for you or those he cares about, which makes you lose scales from stress at times.
So, if you place protection spells on him that you got from the deepest part of the sea by the people who have started to worship you like a god, then only you have to know. That Namor guy is pretty swell, when he isnât being a bit arrogant. He even taught you how to use a spear, so you guys are kinda brothers in spirit now.
At some point Remy does return to the x-men, somewhere you donât feel ready to join him yet. So, a lot of kisses are shared, and a few tears a shed. And yes, of course you give him jewelry made from your scales. And a dagger made out of your larger teeth when you transform into a more serpentine form, because yes, you can also do that.
Remy doesnât feel much need to tell the x-men about his relationship. Sure, he keeps flirting but thatâs just because thatâs how he is. But it never goes further than that. Some of the members that can read minds know about it though, since he thinks about you regularly.
In the end the relationship is exposed when the x-men find themselves in quite the pickle near the ocean. And Remy, knowing he can get them the upper hand, is able to snap one of the sigils you placed on him.
Rip to whoever they were fighting, since the sea lashes out and swallows them whole, followers by a giant feral looking sea serpent, you, rise from the water. Yes, you teleported there. What else were you supposed to do? You thought your boy was in danger!
Cue the x-men just being stunned or confused when Remy calls out the cheesiest pet names, almost kicking his feet in happiness at seeing you. It makes a bit more sense when you transform into a more human form, it still takes some explaining though.
In the end you donât end up fully joining the x-men. You doing that would place them under a lot more danger than usual, since you had your own enemies and alliances, and youâre pretty sure Namor would get butthurt if you did. But you become something of an ally. Which means you hang out on Krakoa on the regular.
It becomes a very regular sight to see a giant serpent lazily swimming around the island, or resting half on the beach as Remy sits and shows you his different tarot readings. Of course, you also spend time together with you in a more human form, but seeing such a big sea monster also makes any baddies keep a distance.
There are also of course pools set up on the island, not just for you, but theyâre accessible for you as well. Remy is regularly seen in the pool with you, or just sitting with his feet in as you two talk or whatever else you guys do.
You end up becoming something of a swim instructor to the youngest mutants, or just those that canât swim in general. This is something Remy finds extremely entertaining and heâs always teasing you about it. luckily its easy to shut him up with a kiss, or by knocking him into the pool. Or both. He doesnât mind.
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Not Just Friends - Prologue -
Based off this blurb + Fem Reader : Not edited : 3.2k Words : Full M.List
Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? (this is just a prologue, all chapters will have a different writing style) CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) (applies to all chapters regardless if it's discussed or not)
Bakugo, or to you, Katsuki has been a huge figure in your life. Probably the biggest motivator as well. There since you were young and immature, running around in random neon clothes your mom let you wear after your 4-year-old self argued with her for half an hour.
You were the third addition to Katsuki and Izuku's friendship. Butting in on their rivalry often. Defending Izuku while shooting Katsuki a nasty glare. Helping Izuku with his bruises but also helping Katsuki with his, if he ever got any. You stuck to either boy's side, depending on who you saw first. Which, more often than not, was Katsuki. But you left his side whenever he picked on Izuku. Helping Izuku's muddy self get out of the river before considering Katsuki.Â
That was in elementary school though, in junior high you stayed a balanced friend between the two. Stopping fights between the two boys, scolding the blonde boy every time. Yet you helped him clean up any time he picked a fight with anyone else. Wrapping up his bloody knuckles any time he needed, either from too much training or him being an asshole. You look back fondly on those times. Any time you so much as touched him, he sparked up, hands shooting out small explosions as he blushed. He felt bad obviously, but he was a preteen going through puberty and a pretty girl was touching him, what did you expect? He grimaced at every 'ow' that left your lips after he sparked up with your hand caring in his. He grew into his quirk and his control. So once the first year of high school hit, he was okay with small touches from you.
Thinking back on it, it was surprising he was okay with you, quirk-wise. He always gave Izuku hell for it, but never you. Maybe it's because you didn't have the drive to be a hero, wanting to stick to doing the sideline work of being a support tech. You weren't quirkless, but until the first year of junior high, you thought you were. Not having a flashy quirk or even a showing quirk at all. Only finding out because you've always aced every test and had an incredible academic ability. After a few too many recommendations of sped-up courses, did your parents take you to the doctor. Seeing that you did in fact have a quirk. Hyper-intelligence. You were basically a genius with an insanely good memory. It was an odd mutation of your parent's quirks. Your mom was able to remember everything she read and your dad was able to see the composition of anything he saw.
So along with Katsuki and Izuku, you strived to go to UA. Wanting to be in their support course, having strive to be a huge support tech in the future. Hopefully with your own company. You were well on that path as well.
You were there for that god-awful attack Katsuki dealt with in middle school. Seeing him covered in the sludge monster, gasping for air, haunted your dreams. You were walking with him after all. Watched the sludge climb up his body as you frantically tried to pry it off, your hands just slipping through the muck. Being pushed away once Katsuki started to cough violently. He didn't want you anywhere near what was happening. Looking wide-eyed at you before coughing for you to get help. So reluctantly, you did. Looking back at the blonde as he was submerged before you bolted for help, screaming for it down every walkway.
Only to come back to watch your other best friend running in to try and help. Screaming his name as well as you ran to get to them. Being pushed back by the wind All Might made when he came to help. Falling on your back as you watched, with tears in your eyes, Katsuki being freed from the sludge, gasping for any air he could. A hero lifted you up and held you from running to your friends, despite your frantic yelling for the boys. When they were cleared from the medics, you were allowed to see them. Instantly hugging Katsuki while yelling at Izuku over his shoulder, telling him he was stupid to run in without a quirk. Even though you were about to do the same. Katsuki rubbed off on you in that way. Yelling at others all while knowing you'd do the same.
By all means, you knew that wasn't going to be the last time you saw the boys in danger. Especially after Izuku got a quirk just in time for the UA testing. You weren't worried about the exam portion, the three of you studied together for that after all. Well, you studied with both of them, but they never studied with each other. Your test had an additional few tests but you passed them with ease. Just like how you knew Katsuki would pass his. You were worried for Izuku and his trial, which you were right to be, he broke both his arms with only one shot of his quirk. And after all that, it was still unlikely he'd get in. When you did get the letter of acceptance, you were with Katsuki, Izuku told you to go with Katsuki as he would probably not get in and he wants to be with his mom. Katsuki and you yelled and jumped around his room in excitement at the bold lettering of 'acceptance,' well you were jumping, he was being cocky and acting unaffected about it. Izuku called you only minutes after to let you know he got in as well. Katsuki rolled his eyes as he heard the news. Complaining once you hung up about how he didn't know how a nobody like him got in.
Getting into UA started everything for you. You got an insanely good internship after the sports festival. You followed Mei's lead, with Katsuki's and Izuku's advice, and showed off a suit similar to the American hero, 'Iron Man' just with your own flare and adjustments. Getting scouted for Endeavor's hero agency's personal tech crew. Following under the head of their tech.
With being in UA you got some insider information about what the hero course was doing. Making the hero outfit of both Katsuki and Izuku and doing any upgrades they needed. Eventually doing their friend's suits as well. Insider information wasn't enough, unfortunately. You were aware that the hero course went to the forest for training but you only knew Katsuki was taken when you met up with a beaten-up Izuku in a hospital bed. Having got a frantic call from Kirishima the second they got phone service. Him telling you to meet at this hospital because Izuku was in bad shape due to a villain attack.
You were involved in the rescue plan for Katsuki. Bring stealth equipment for a disguise. You weren't able to get anything else due to the time frame but you were there and it was successful. Holding your hand out alongside Kirishima for Katsuki to grab. You were also there for the fall of All Might, and consequently the fall of the boys beside you. Katsuki having his lip quiver as Izuku stood in shock.
Since you were there, and the villains saw your face and technique, you were invited to the dorms as well. They were supposed to be only for the hero course but they made changes. You dormed with the Class A girls.
You saw the boys leave that one night, deciding to stay in bed and let them hash it out. They should be grown enough at this point to not kill each other. Regretting that decision when you saw how beaten and bruised both the boys were the next day.
Their Provisional license exam was at the same time as yours. Yours being a test of how effective your gear is and if it's safe enough for the public heroes. Coming back to the dorms to see a happy Izuku and a distraught Katsuki. You spent that night in his dorm room, helping him prepare for the extra course he now had to take.
Being within the top best-performing techs within UA, you were recruited to help with the War. Making sure everyone had good and up-to-date equipment, giving extra support items, but also being within the team itself. They needed any help they could get and you had a suit good for fighting. Aizawa asked you himself. He knew his two best boys trained you enough to know how to defend yourself. So you were in the evacuation crew. Only parting from that when you saw the boys running in the direction of mass destruction.
You stood by Aizawa's side as you saw your best friends get pummeled within an inch of life. You stood there, holding Aizawa up as you watched Katsuki take three stabs in the chest for Izuku. Leaving the teacher's side instantly, running up to the limp and bloody body that was Katsuki. Hands searching his body to try and stop the blood. Bloody hands ripping his hero suit to push it into his wounds. Crying for him to stay awake. When his eyes were fluttering shut you placed your bloody hands on his face, trying to ground him as you shook his face. Bringing a hand up to slap him awake. His eyes shooting open to look at you. Iida eventually pulled you off him, helping Katsuki stand, and dragged him off the battlefield.
You had to bite your lip to hold in a yell when you saw Katsuki go back into the fight. The bloody handprints you left still on his face.
The hospital trip was a rough one as well. Waited the miserable hours for either of your best friends to wake. When one was being examined you went to the other. Constantly checking on both. Luckily, the moment Katsuki woke up, you were just coming back from grabbing a drink and some snacks.
Katsuki snapped his eyes open when he heard the door open, body jolting to sit up. You dropped your food, pushing Katsuki back into bed with a hug. He was mainly confused. He remembers the fight but he didn't expect you to be here. He wrapped his IV-ridden arm around you, hugging as tight as his ribs allowed. After all, he was extremely worried about you going into the battlefield. You didn't have nearly enough training. When he finally passed out from the pain his last worry was if you'd be alive when he woke up.
His brain was foggy, he was just getting his senses back, feeling you, smelling your hair that you must have washed the night before, and hearing the small sobs of relief you were letting out. "Stop crying, I'm fine," Katsuki rasped, voice still shattered from everything.
"You almost died," you pulled back, placing your hands on his face, getting the flashed memory of your bloody hands on him as he struggled to stay awake and alive.
He really took in your appearance then, forced to look at you with your hands squishing his face. You looked like a wreck, it was obvious to anyone that you hardly slept. Your clothes were wrinkled and your hair was a mess, as if you ran your hands through it too many times.
"Kats?" you called for his attention.
"Huh?"
"You can't do that to me," you scolded, knowing deep in your heart, something like this would happen again.
He knew that too, which is why he just pulled you in for another hug. "Why's my quirk weird?" he whispered, not feeling the usual sense of his quirk.
"What do you mean?" you asked. You tried to pull away but his grip was firm, keeping you pressed into his arms.
His face reddened. The reason he felt off was because he didn't feel the normal energy rushing through his hands that came out as sparks at your touch. "Just not sweaty, y'know, like normal."
You laughed lightly, voice still fragile from how much you've been crying, "They put you on quirk suppressants, they expected you to explode with anger or something when you woke up."
Ideas flashed before his eyes. He was on quirk suppressants and was unable to use his quirk, at least right now. He wasn't sparking up at your touch.
He left his arms loosen, you pulling back once again to check his face, make sure he really was there. Placing your hands on his cheek, squeezing your eyes shut at the memory before looking at him again. He thought over his next move, looking at your expression for a while. He reached his hand up to hold yours against his face. Looking up at you before his other hand reached up and pulled you in for a kiss.
That was the first kiss between you two. Put off as the heat of the moment and never discussed afterward. Both of you knew it wasn't, but you would die on the hill that it was. Right after you parted, a doctor came in to inform you that Izuku was starting to wake up, and he needed to run some tests on Katsuki.
After that, everything was insanely busy. Preparations for the war were already taking place. Izuku was asking for your help with his suit. The last suit he asked for before he wrote a goodbye letter and went MIA. That was hard for both you and Katsuki. You spent nights awake together going through the tracker you left on his gear, keeping track of his location and health.
Those nights together feel like a fleeting moment that you could never grasp again.
When the second year was supposed to start, you saw your childhood friend die in front of you. With nothing you could do as he laid limp on the cold ground. He was beaten and bloody just like everyone else. Just like you were. You went into the fight on a whim, just having finished a suit for yourself, and after about 20 minutes of fighting for your life, you were knocked down. Laying limp while you saw Katsuki get his lifeless body thrown to the side.
You woke up in the hospital before him, body still bruised but you were healed more than most. Katsuki's room was the first you went to, after asking every hospital worker if he was alive. His room was cold, not lively with his usual energy, but his heart was still pumping. Notes from his mom littered his table, just like yours but with more. You couldn't stand looking at him for more than twenty minutes. Choking on your tears as you decided to see Izuku.
Walking was too much for you, despite your healing, seeing Izuku's entirely broken body broke you even more. You passed out after a few moments of seeing the green-haired boy. Head flooding with the reality that both of your best friends almost died, and one did.
The nurse kept you in your room from then on, you passed out and hit your head. Gaining a major concussion with the fall. You were completely bedridden and required to be in a room with little to no light. So it was a shock when a bandaged Katsuki slammed open your door, multiple people behind him telling him to lay down and rest.
You had the horrible hospital food halfway in your mouth when he barged in. Dropping it as you stared at the boy.
"Are you okay?" he asked despite the protests behind him.
"Yes? Are you okay?" you asked back, more confused than anything.
Katsuki shoved the people off his shoulder and pushed his way into your hospital room, closing and locking the door behind him.
"What are you doing? You died! You need rest," you protested, finally having your brain start working.
He scoffed, walking to your side, with a a limp, "Can't sleep, 'think I can knowing you're in the hospital room down the hall?" He pushed you to the side of your bed, making a spot for him to lay next to you.
"When'd you wake up?" you asked softly, accepting he wouldn't have it any other way.
He stayed quiet for a moment, "Like thirty minutes ago."
"Bakugo!" you slapped his arm, super gently compared to normal, "Have you let them run their tests? How do I know you're okay?"
"Relax, and don't call me that," he huffed.
"You died!"
"I know," he sighed, looking away, "They ran a few tests and said I'm fine. Shouldn't be up but y'know how I am."
You let out a sigh of relief, "You should go to bed, Kats."
"Told ya, can't sleep," he looked at you
"Yeah but they need to-"
"I'm on quirk suppressants, can I kiss you?" he interrupted you, a blush coating his face.
"Huh?" you blinked, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Please?"
"I mean sure but-"
He didn't let you continue anymore, pressing his lips to yours after he got your consent. This kiss was more passionate than the first. Like the other just escape death, like how it was. His hand cradled your face, pushing you closer just to kiss you softer.
When you both pulled back, you let out small breaths. Foreheads resting on each other as you stared at each others' lips.
"Been wantin' to do that," he whispered.
"Me too," you smiled. Any conversation before being forgotten, for a moment at least.
You heard the door handle to your room jiggle. Keys being tested on the lock.
"You're okay though?" he pulled back, looking at you for any injuries.
"Just a concussion, you have it worse," you frowned, looking at all the cuts that were covered with a bandage.
"I've lived through worse," he said for comfort.
"You died from this," you furrowed your brows. "Let your doctors run their test, otherwise I won't talk to you."
"But-"
"Go," you stayed firm. Just in time for the doctor to unlock the room and rush him out.
About two months or so later, you two had the chance to sit one one-on-one together. No physical therapy appointments to attend or any work to do. Just time to talk. The war left a lot of cleaning up and school only started again a week ago. Everything was changed and fixed. Which left little free time other than sleep. You've seen each other between the kiss and now but it was always in groups.
You talked for a while that day. Deciding to actually become something more. To be more than childhood best friends. So you did, about halfway into the second year.
The second year was busy, with all the changes to the hero world and the world in general. You never got time alone to work on your relationship. Staying normal besides the title change to your relationship, never even kissing again. It was hard but you worked through it, too busy to even think about it. The third year was the same, just only sharing a kiss if he got injured or when you got a huge job offer. You also shared a kiss at graduation, when you agreed to live together after school.
Getting a two-bedroom apartment together, right next to where you both worked. At first, you thought that the second bedroom was going to be an office. But it ended up being his room. The two of you not sharing a bed despite almost 2 years of a relationship at this point. Yet you worked with it, if he needed more time then that's okay. He was everything to you. And you could tell you were everything for him as well. It just got a little weird when your friends forgot your relationship, asked if you were unhappy or abused, or even flirted with you.
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Heyy can I request bllk guys reacting to their S/O being really sweet and soft spoken but becoming toxic while playing video games (e.g, screaming, cursing out players, crashing out when they lose)?
also can you include nagi,the itoshi brothers,nikko and ness? Thank you <3
yessss i had fun with this one so i hope you enjoy!!
when youâre a serious gamer ;

bf bllk x gn!reader. cw: cursing, pet names (from u)
nagi seishiro
-> you donât like playing with nagi because you know you can get.. intense.. and you donât want him to see that side of you
-> however. youâre watching him play a shooting game where he suddenly gets ganged up on and killed repeatedly, and you cannot stop your fingers from twitching
-> ânagi?â âmm?â âcan i borrow your controller and headset for a minute?â âhm? oh, sure.â âthank you, baby..! WHICH ONE OF YOU FOUL MOUTH FUCKERS KILLED MY BOYFRIEND?!â
-> nagi watches, eyes slightly widened, as you shoot and kill every single player within the one minute you asked to borrow his controller
-> ây/n?â âyes, baby?â âyou can keep the controller :)â
itoshi sae
-> sae never really played video games growing up, so you decided to introduce him to the basics, including one of your favorites. minecraft
-> you donât remember minecraft being this hard
-> âsae donât hitâAAAAAAâ and you, along with all your stuff and half your house, are blown up by a creeper. âoh. those green ones explode?â âyes.â âare you dead?â âyes.â âoh. my bad.â âitâs. okay. :).â
-> but after the third time, it is no longer okay. âSAE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SWIM TO THE SURFACE!!!â âhow do you swâoh. am i dead?â âYES.â âand i had your stuff?â âYES.â
-> your final straw and mistake of the day, taking sae to the nether. âokay, now make sure you donât accidentally hitâSAE, NO.â he hits the piglin. âoh, why are they all hitting me?â you turn the game off after that :)
itoshi rin
-> though he was clueless at the beginning, rin is really good at video games. and it pisses you off
-> you previously won the last two games of sword fighting on wii sports resort, but rin got the hang of it quicker than you expected, and was now beating you in round three
-> âare you going easy on me, y/n?â youâre so in the zone you canât even tell if heâs trying to talk smack or being genuine. ârin, i love you, but please shut ya mouth before i shove my wii remote into it.â â!!!â
-> he won, and it took everything in you not to throw your remote at the tv screen as he chuckled at your angry expression. âyouâre a good teacher, y/n.â âdonât even.â
niko ikki
-> âoh my fucking god, i swear iâm gonna jump into the fucking screen, strangle your avatar with my charging cord, and burn your house to the ground!â ây/n?â âWHAT.â â⌠weâre playing roblox..â
-> yes, you were playing roblox. and some kid was trolling you for continuously falling off the ledge of the training section you��d originally joined for niko
-> âi can play roblox, i swear.â âi know you can!â âI SWEAR IM NOT THIS BAâFUCK OFF, MATTYSINGS69!!!â
-> he canât help it. niko just laughs and laughs as you continue to bully this child online. in your defense, the kid is cussing right back at you, so youâre even
-> âi didnât know you were so violent đâ âpls donât leave me over my gaming rage.â âdonât worry.. mattysings69 deserved itââ âRIGHT?!â
alexis ness
-> poor baby is traumatized
-> the two of you were enjoying a peaceful date, playing animal crossing in his room, when some bozo visiting your island picked your tools up from off the ground
-> you can barely contain your rage. âness?â âyeah?â âplease cover your ears for a moment? :)â â.. okayy.?â âthank you :) PUT. THE TOOLS. DOWN.â
-> when the player didnât, you used some more⌠creative words, some ness had never even heard of until just then. in the end, you got your tools back
-> ây/n?â âoh, yes, ness?â â⌠are you well?â âof course! of course :)â
#requested!#blue lock#bllk#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock headcanons#nagi seishiro#itoshi rin#itoshi sae#niko ikki#alexis ness#bllk nagi#bllk x you#bllk sae#bllk rin#bllk niko#bllk ness#blue lock anime#blue lock x you#blue lock manga
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my personal ghost apartment headcanon is as follows:
1 bed 1 bath on the third floor of a walk up apartment from the 80s. no in unit or in building laundry so he has to wash his clothes at the laundromat. rent is really cheap because thereâs a cockroach problem and he lives under a bridge with a train that passes through all day and night. but heâs never home much anyways.
cool greyish white walls with landlord specialâd white cabinets. one of those green glass bathroom sinks with a garish yellow tile on the wall. he has a plain shower curtain. he has plain white cotton sheets and a light comforter with a plain white cotton duvet. he has a case for all his guns thats tucked under his bed and in the closet is his collection of military memorabilia. old uniforms and badges. keepsakes from old friends that arenât here anymore.
oak nightstand with an alarm clock and small lamp. he keeps a bottle of painkillers on there too. tacky souvenir magnets on his fridge from some of his younger years. all things considered, still finding the juvenile humor to sneak a magnet into his pocket.
he has cans of stuff and a completely empty fridge, save the water filter and some non perishable picked vegetables.
everything he eats is either takeout or frozen meals. his ass does not cook. i like imagining him eating takeout. i think itâs cute.
he has a tv on a tv stand and a grey, firm sofa. he also has his laptop and other gear. i think he also has a printer. i donât know what he uses the printer for but i think heâd have one.
honestly the layout of his place isnât too bad at all but heâs Man decorated it aka not at all. if it got repainted and refurnished the whole thing could look really sweet and cozy. so naturally itâs youâre responsibility to show him that he can actually live in something warm and comforting.
tomorrow ill make some drawings!
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