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Battlefront | At Your Service
Fandom: Gladiator II Pairing: General Marcus Acacius x Empress!Reader Rating: M Word count: 5.3k words Summary: General Acacius returns energized by battle when an unexpected guest makes themselves at home in his tent. Warnings: Historical inaccuracies, some historical accuracies, poor description of battle strategy. A/N: Listen, I know Rome never had a single reigning Empress. But seeing loyal husband Marcus Acacius has made me eschew historical accuracy. If Ridley Scott can have characters reading newspapers before their invention, I can have Marcus Acacius being devoted to his powerful Empress wife. I'm thinking of making it a lose series with snippets of these characters' lives together. Like my Married Javi series. So lmk if there's anything you want to read about them.
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
The sounds of battle still rang in his ears. The strategies heâd laid out playing out in his vision as he sought to identify problems he could have failed to spot. His heart was restless, every beat reminding him how high the stakes were, reminding him that every young man there was his responsibility. And then you appeared.Â
Like the brain cooled the body, the sight of you cooled him.Â
âYou dare ask what I do at my own battlefront?â You asked, an eyebrow raised. He stood in place as you took small steps towards him. He rushed ahead, calling attention to his broad shoulders that narrowed down to his waist. Your pace was wholly inadequate for his liking.
âThis is not the battlefront, Caesarea,â he said, stopping in front of you and taking your hand in his. âThese are my private quarters.â He bowed and placed a kiss on the back of your hand, looking up at you from behind soft brown eyes you did not believe capable of inspiring fear until you witnessed him in battle.Â
âYou forget your place, General. You have no authority to deny me entrance to my husbandâs quarters,â you teased. His eyes darkened at your words and the implications they bore. Your relationship had been a delicate one since the two of you left childhood behind. But it was only more so with you on the throne and him the General at your command.Â
âIf you wish to assert your marital rights at this moment, know I will have to as well,â he warned, his hands itching to be upon you. Unlike his soldiers, Acacius had gone many months without the touch of a woman. Some high ranking officers brought their wives and some indulged in whores. Not Acacius.
âWhat man asks to claim his marital rights? I believed I belonged to a man who knew what was his and conquered it.âÂ
It was all he needed to close the distance between you. In an instant, your fearsome general, covered in the blood of enemies and grime of their land he claimed, pulled you to his chest. His large hands engulfed your face. His lips came crashing against yours, desperate and sloppy. You instinctively reached up to one, caressing his rough hand with your soft one. Teeth clashed against each other. Saliva dribbled down his lips, transferring the dried blood on his face to yours. Smearing you with evidence of his devotion. To you and to Rome.Â
His hard iron armor covered in leather and embossed with gold dug into your chest in his desperation to feel you. One hand slipped to your neck, holding you in place with the force of a soldier and authority of a husband. His other hand slipped to your hip, rough as he guided you towards the thin mattress on the floor.
âI must have youâŠâ he growled into your ear as his hands groped around through your clothes. He grabbed every part of you he could think of, squeezing as though planting flags on a territory heâd already claimed.
You nodded, the gold and gems that dangled from your ears glinting under the light of the torches that illuminated his quarters.Â
âGood,â he muttered, pushing your coat off your shoulders, catching it before it fell to the ground and discarding it on a chair. The clips and fasteners that kept your linen, silk, and wool too intricate for his impatience, he tore through anything that did not yield. Delicate fabrics met their end at the hands of the ravenous beast he became at the battlefront, revealing delicious skin underneath. He needed this. Needed to plunge into your tight, wet hole and spend the aggressive energy that coursed through his veins.
He took whores, but that was before he wed you. Married men took other women both back home and especially when at war. As long as they were whores or any other women lower than his wifeâs status. It was expected, encouraged. But he was married to the Empress. Anyone he took would be a disrespect to her. Sure, many mocked him behind his back as the Empressâ wife. It did not bother him. Not anymore.Â
When men depended on oneâs instructions to survive each day, they ceased to question his manhood. Further, it was hard to question a manâs ability when he lead the mightiest army the world had seen to victory.Â
You were beautifully exposed in front of him, your veil, stola, and palla lying in defeat on the ground. Only your tunica, exposing your legs and the shape of your breasts. His lips claimed your neck, biting and sucking on everywhere he knew you favored the way he expertly mapped and attacked the vulnerabilities of enemy territory.
Every bit of skin he touched lit a fire in your belly, replacing the weeks of agonizing solitude with only your inadequate fingers for release.Â
Buried in your neck, he inhaled your scent, of your sweat combined with the roses and attar from Arabia. He licked, grunting when your gold necklace tainted the taste of your skin. Reaching behind you, he tugged at the fastener, growling when it proved too delicate to be undone by his large fingers. You let out a laugh before slapping his hand away and undoing the offending jewelry in one swift moment. He liked you bare. Needed to rid you of any object that interfered with his preference be it fabric or lustrous gold and gems.
You were an oasis in the desert. For a man surrounded by young men with nothing but rage and fear coursing through their veins. No bath fully cleansed him of enemy blood, mud and grime. Grace to the gods, you were not a woman repulsed by his gory state of being.Â
You whimpered as he forced you to the ground, laying you out on his small mattress before climbing atop. The pteruges of his armor tickled your thighs as he hovered above you.
âMarcusâŠI have longed for you every night,â you whispered, your words clenching his heart. You did not have the luxuries that other royal women enjoyed. The wealth and adoration came with a sword at your neck and the weight of all of Rome and her people. Rare was the opportunity to only be a woman in the arms of your husband.
âI think of you day and night. My duty to my Empress by day, my duties to my wife at night,â he said, peppering kisses along your jaw. You sighed, curving away from him to expose more of yourself for his kisses.
âDo your duty then. And allow me to do mine,â you said, reaching below to caress his thigh.Â
He searched under his pillow and retrieved his dagger. He tucked the tip of the cold blade under your strophium. You gasped as he cut through the layers, your breasts spilling from their restraints. Hands that for months only knew the reins of his horse and the handle of his sword relished in the softness of your breasts. He was no barbarian. He knew to treat a woman with gentle touch and loving words.Â
His appetite, however, was quick to defeat the gentle Acacius who was allowed his Empressâ hand in marriage. Your breasts filled his hands perfectly, like the gods had shaped them for his sake. For his touch. For his children to feed from. The image formed in the back of his mind, his child drinking from your full breasts as your belly grew with another. His cock twitched at the thought and he acted, forcing your legs apart with his knees.
Fear joined a familiar ache in the pit of your stomach as he slid the blade down your chest, resting it near your core. Your nails dug into his arm and your core throbbed with need. You yelped as he cut through your subligar. The night air caressed your cunt forcing you to feel how wet his bestial acts made you. Your hips bucked up in search of him, desperate to fill the void heâd left in his absence.Â
He traced the dagger further below and rested it on your thigh. His eyes exuded a hunger youâd seen only in the exotic beasts that devoured gladiators. âStay still,â he said and placed a soothing hand on your trembling thigh as the other reigned terror on its counterpart. With your nod of understanding, he moved the blade closer and closer untilâ
You shrieked as the cold blade sat at the edge of your opening. Before you could comprehend, he brought it up before your eyes and licked the blunt edge. His eyes closed and a moan rumbled from his chest as he tasted your arousal.Â
âYou drip for me, melilla.âÂ
âI have been aching for you,â you said through trembling breaths, thinking of every night you touched yourself in his memory. He had made your body his, rending separation tartarus on land. The closest your cunt had felt of him was the ring from his pinky he placed on your middle finger before his departure.Â
He tossed the dagger aside and it landed with a clang. Your cunt clenched at the sound, thrilled by his animalistic want for you. He cupped your core in his hand, parted your lips and plunged two fingers inside you. It was already much more than you had in his absence, his thick fingers filling you better than your own.Â
âPlease,â you whimpered as he worked you open, your cunt dripping around his fingers with each stroke. He was always gentle with you, but not this time. You didnât want him gentle. In peacetime, he bowed to you as your loyal subject. In war, when he overflowed with masculine power, you wanted him forceful. Wanted him atop you, taking you with the same ruthless power he did enemy land. You wanted to be unburdened of the weight of your empire if only for a moment. Be husband and wife, not General and Empress.
His hand slipped under your head, grabbing your hair between his fingers. You hissed at the sting of his grip on your hair and reached for his arm instinctively. He withdrew his fingers, pushing them between your lips when you whined to be filled. As you tasted yourself, he aligned his cock up with your weeping entrance. You choked out a sob as he split you open with his cock, your walls burning at the stretch. Tears clouded your vision, but you blinked them away to see your dearest, handsome even in war. Your bejeweled fingers weaved through his dark curls, needing to touch the familiar parts of the man youâd so long yearned to reunite with.Â
His own hand and a few whores was satisfactory when he was a lone general who did not know the taste of a woman he called his own. He doubted he could find someone else to satisfy his desires now that he had you. His men found this sentiment strange as they chose to relieve their stress with whores and slaves.Â
None of those fools had the fucking Empress waiting for them at home.Â
âLook at youâŠâ he rasped, luxuriating at the vision. You were divine. All goddess-like in your beauty even lying on his thin mattress, hair strewn across his pillow and your hairpins coming undone under his grip. No dingy military camp was worthy of a visit from such an ethereal creature. But you were no simple Lady content to stay in the palace surrounded by your riches. He doubted he could stop you from visiting him even if you werenât the Empress but only his dear wife.
âYou like me this way,â he said instead of asking. He did not need to ask. He had seen how you looked at him when he wore his armor. No stranger to combat, the blood and gore did not seem to rattle you. His other campaigns found you in the camps for celebrations. Too many times, he had to keep you at armâs length out of respect for your station. Now that you belonged to himâŠ
âAlways⊠Always liked my General so. Always wanted to pounce upon you and fight those girls you chose over me.â
He snorted at the jealousy that returned to your visage though he was now all yours. âMy severed head would have joined the barbarians had I defiled the Princess, my dear.â
âYou should have abstained,â you said, the smile that played at your lips all he needed to know it was but a jest.Â
âAnd deprive you of the fruits of my experience with the female form?â He taunted, angling himself to stroke the particularly sensitive place inside you. Your lips opened in a small circle, whatever witty remark youâd concocted now dissolved into a pathetic moan.
He pawed at your breasts, his large hands and the loss of etiquette making you feel mauled by a beast. You pushed up from the ground and into his hands, sobbing as he tugged your nipples, adding to the pain of penetration. He took you in long, hard thrusts, your needy cunt pulling him back in each time he withdrew. Each stroke soothed the pain he bestowed, eased by how he had you leaking around him.
âI need, I need⊠please,â you begged, too occupied by your lust to find better words.
âAnything you want, Carissima,â he whimpered, bending down and claiming your lips. He smelled of war. Of mud and blood and something vile that should repulse you. He did not kiss like he usually did. Did not explore you and drink your sweet sounds. He took you, forced your lips apart and invaded with his tongue. He bit and drew blood, the taste of iron adding to the familiar taste of your beloved.
âAnything,â he growled, filling you deeper. âI will make you feel me between your legs for days. Make you wince in pain when you ride your horse,â he said, his hot breath and the threat making you shudder. âWould you like that? Like the people who bow to you smell me on you? Make you strategize with my seed dripping down your legs under your dress?â
âMacrus, wantâŠpleaseâ you blubbered, your intelligence leaving from his vicious ravaging. Your thighs burned from how wide he spread you to fit himself between your legs. It was an agonizing stretch without the aid of any oils, without his lips easing you open for his thickness. But none of it mattered for you ached more with longing.Â
Fully immersed in you, he placed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as though he were meditating. He was heavy, his large frame that mowed through enemy men and swung weighty swords through necks now being used to contain you. He took your breath away not only with his stature but with his beauty. You liked to believe him sculpted by the gods to put you in his thrall. To tame the wild princess into the tempered Empress Rome needed.
You needed him to move, to fuck you so thoroughly you would feel him with every move you made until you could reunite once again. But you did not have heart to push him. Not when he looked like a devotee at the shrine of his goddess.Â
All men thought of in the midst of war was the people they left behind. It did not change when one rose to command the entire Roman army. He opened his eyes, sighing with relief when he found you still there beneath him. He had dreamt so many times lying all alone that he was home with you. He dreamt that the war had ended and he was sat by your side as you read scrolls from senators and discussed fucking sanitation of all things. He dreamt of you returning to his arms, of your kisses and your tight cunt holding him inside you. You were never there when he woke up.Â
He pinned your wrists above your head, desperate to contain you so he wouldnât be separated from you again.Â
This was no dream. Even dreams of you didnât feel as elysian as your true form. He fucked you in short thrusts, grinding against your clit as he did. You dug your heels into his lower back, your hips rising up to meet his thrusts. He cupped your cheek in one hand and you melted into his touch, confounded by his contradictions. He brought your hand between your bodies and you took his direction, rubbing your clit as he returned to a brutal pace.Â
He grabbed your hip for purchase, his other hand mauling your breast. His balls slapped against your skin, the lewd sounds of skin against skin sounding through the camp.Â
You cried his name as he rammed into you over and over until you could no longer find an ounce of regard for propriety in you. Word wouldâve spread that you were here. Everyone knew the General to be fiercely loyal. Now they would know it was their Empress in the tent moaning like a whore taking their Generalâs cock. You clenched tight around him at the scandalous thought, wrapping your arms around him to anchor yourself to reality.Â
He pulled you up off the ground and onto his lap, bouncing you up and down his cock as you kept yourself wrapped around him. You grabbed his hair and pressed yourself against his chest. His dark brown eyes bored into yours, soft even as he fucked you with animalistic vigor. You kissed him, his growl devolving into a mewl like a lion tamed. Your heart beat against your ribs, longing to escape its confines to find the man it belonged to.Â
You trailed kisses across every bit of exposed skin. The patch above his jaw where his beard never grew called out to your lips and you rewarded it with kisses. He returned them, his strong aquiline nose pressing against your cheekbone.Â
Full of him, the world disappeared from your thoughts. Your hips moved of its own accord, taking him deeper as he bounced you up and down his cock.Â
âWhat dâyou think they would say?â he taunted, breathless from the exertion. âTheir unshakable Empress being used by her husband in the camps. Your perfect hair tangled, your jewels on the ground,â he growled and you simply mewled, the shame coursing through you only aiding him as he hammered into you.Â
âAnswer me,â he commanded, punctuating the words with harsh thrust. You opened and closed your mouth, eyes trained on his fiery ones as he demanded what he made you incapable of doing. A sob emerged deep from your chest, the only sign you were present in your body.Â
He let out a mocking laugh. âAll of Rome bows to your rousing speeches yet you become mute with a cock stuffing you full.âÂ
You whimpered his name, or you thought you did. You couldnât be sure of anything in this state. Your thighs shook from the force of his thrusts and your hip hurt where his fingers dug in. Sounds you did not know yourself capable of producing escaped your lips. The fire in your belly blazed wilder and your vision blackened. You felt the pressure wind tighter and tighter. You threw your head back in pleasure, whimpering when you felt his lips on your neck. He lapped at your skin, devouring your natural taste and your sweat. He nipped and bit, mumbling words of praise you couldnât make out in your dazed state.Â
His name mixed with curses flowed from your lips as pleasure hit you like lightning. You felt your back hit the floor, your legs folded up as he rammed into you. Your hole spasmed around him as he continued taking you for himself but you lay limp, spent. His warm sticky spend spurted inside you, dripping out onto your thighs and his thin mattress as he buried himself deep before collapsing on top.
He tucked his head in the nape of your neck, panting as you both came down to Earth from the heavens. His body weighed heavy on you, as did his armor. He took the breath out of your lungs but you did not want to be without him. It was the antidote for your aching heart.
âThat was quite the welcome, General,â you said, placing a kiss on his cheek. âI did not receive such treatment the last time.âÂ
âYou were the crown princess when you last visited me in the battlefront.âÂ
âAh. You needed me on the throne before serving me this way?â You teased, knowing full well how it pained him to restrain himself from having you before he won approval for your hand in marriage.
âI needed the Emperor to not have my head for defiling his daughter so,â he said, rolling you over and pulling you down by your arms against his chest when you attempted to sit up. You giggled as he placed kisses all over, delighted by how playful he became once he took his aggressive energy out on you.
âHe should not have given his General his daughterâs hand in marriage if he was worried about that.âÂ
âMmm, I donât know dear. The princess was quite insistent she would only wed the General. Threatened to be caught in the Generalâs bed if denied.â
âYes. I hope you are grateful,â you said, giving him your hand adorned in rings, the one he gave you from his little finger gleaming brighter than the rest. He took your hand and kissed it, his eyes so soft with love and devotion for you that you could hardly reconcile them with the hunger they exuded just moments before. The words were merely a jest, but he was indeed grateful.Â
He was celebrated for his prowess in battle. For the many victories he brought Rome. Many men deluded themselves into the belief that this entitled them a victory of the princessâ hand. Not Acacius. Though your hearts reached out for one other through the years, you were the only one with the courage to act upon it. The one to show the Emperor why only he would be the right companion to a woman on Romeâs throne. For that, he would forever be grateful.
âHow goes the battle?â you asked, getting up and depriving him of your warmth. He grabbed a scrap of fabric that was once your tunica and tossed it at you. You caught it and whispered a thank you before cleaning yourself up.
âWho is asking? My Empress or my wife?â He asked, propping himself up with his hands.
âWould your answers vary?âÂ
âThey would.âÂ
âGive me both answers, General. Husband.â You asked, wrapping your furs around you and sitting back on his chair.Â
âCaesarea,â he said, finally rising up. Something shifted between you. Your voice had altered from its girlish relaxed state. Wool covered your body. You were perched on his seat while he stood in front of you in submission to your authority. âWe anticipated many deaths from illness but have been spared such tragedy by the grace of the gods. The Eastern front has advanced into the barbarians' territory and they have retreated. However, I expect them to recuperate and retaliate. Our men are advancing faster to take advantage of their momentary retreat. The Northern front is not faring well. Not as weâd hoped. We have received intelligence that the barbarians have armed even women and children to attack.â
âWhat is your next course of action?âÂ
âWeâve sent troops up North and we need more men to replace them. I was hoping you would grant approval for a few more men from our reserves.âÂ
âHow many?âÂ
âOne century and a centurion to replace the ones I sent north, and twenty cavalrymen.âÂ
âAnd how soon do you need them?â
âWe can not hold out longer than seven days. Or we stand to lose ground in the East.âÂ
âIâll see what I can do. Seven days are⊠It is not enough time. I must send word with Decimus and the men would take time to arrive.âÂ
âI understand.âÂ
âI hope you have told the men youâve sent North to limit casualties. We are to rule over these people once you have conquered their land. I imagine killing their wives and children wouldnât endear them to us.âÂ
âI have, yes. They are under the leadership of a good man- Faunus. He trained under me. I know him to be determined and level headed. Has children of his own as well.âÂ
âBeing a father doesnât stop many men from killing children. They simply learn not to see those children as children at all.âÂ
âI have seen that too.âÂ
âI trust your judgment, Marcus. Let us hope you are right about Faunus and his men. What of the rations? Are they adequate?âÂ
âI hear more grains are coming our way from the last harvest. If true, we will not be in want of food.âÂ
âIt is, indeed. Is there anything else my General needs?â You asked, an eyebrow raised.Â
âNo. Nothing that needs your immediate attention.â
âWell, then tell me what answer you would give your wife. About how the war is going.âÂ
He smiled, his eyes softening and his shoulders relaxing at the permission to change role from General to husband. He stepped closer to you and caged you in with his hands on the armrests. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips and felt you relax. As he spoke, he peppered kisses across your face, enjoying his effect on you. âI would tell you that the end of the war is closer than it was the last time I wrote you. That I long for you every hour I spend in this wretched place. I would reassure you that I am unharmed and ask you to prepare our home for my arrival.âÂ
âAre you?âÂ
He tilted his head in question, making you clarify yourself, âUnharmed. I need to see.âÂ
âIs that why you have come so far? To ensure I am unharmed?âÂ
âPerhaps. I did not want my men to believe their Empress had forgotten them. I come bearing gifts. Letters from families who have not accompanied officers. Fresh fruits and nuts. Toys and books for the children. Some hearings to handle as you said in your letters. To boost morale.âÂ
âYou have already succeeded with me there, my dear. My morale is higher than ever,â he said, nipping playfully at your ear and making you giggle. âBack to bed now,â he said and you obliged, wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing him to carry you.Â
âA happy General makes for happy soldiers.âÂ
âPerhaps Iâm not happy enough,â he said, laying you out on his bed, gentle unlike the man he was a while ago. âYou must do more, my dearest. For the sake of the poor soldiers.â
You giggled and pulled him down to your chest, sighing when his weight settled on you. You traced the gold plating on his armor with a finger idly, saying, âOh, iff it is for the soldiersâŠâÂ
He laughed with you and the two of you lied together, quietly taking each other in. Other high ranking men in your army had the privilege of bringing their families to the barracks, but not your husband. You hadnât the duty to keep your home but to keep your empire. Though opposition to having you on the throne had begun to dwindle, you did not feel secure in your position. You couldnât afford peace of mind. There was disease and conflicts awaiting your attention. Plebeians to care for without angering the patricians. Marcus unburdened you of all worries about the war for you knew he would bring victory to Rome. But you worried as wives did about whether their husbands would return at all.
âI will be here for four days,â you spoke up, needing a distraction from your burgeoning fears. âI must see to a few disagreements. Inspect the troops. Maybe I will even polish your swords like a good wife ought to.âÂ
âOh? What else will you do?âÂ
You squinted, thinking of what else the women in the barracks did for their men that you knew to do. You couldnât cook. Didnât know to wash clothes. Did not yet have children to raise. You could spar with him, but that was frowned upon and not at all wifely.
âClean your quarters?âÂ
âMy quarters are clean, Princess,â he laughed softly. You pushed at his chest playfully but he didnât budge. It had been a long time since you could push him around physically.
âI am not a Princess anymore.âÂ
âI meant it as a term of endearment, not as your title.âÂ
âSurely there is something I can do. I will have time aside from my duties to our people.â
âWhen you do, mea vitaâŠâ he whispered, hot breath tickling your ear. âLie back here and open your legs for me.âÂ
âWhatever for?â You teased, wearing an expression of confusion as you pretended to think of the answers.Â
âTo do your duty to your husband. To please me,â he said, parting your coat and cupping your sex in his hand. He swept his ejaculate that dripped down your thighs and pushed it back inside you. He wanted it to take. Wanted you full and round with his child when he arrived in Rome victorious. It was their duty, yes. But he wanted children for more than duty and legacyâs sake. He wanted to experience the joy he witnessed in his men when they shared stories of their fatherhood. He could recall a time when he fought only to sate his bloodlust. Since you became more than his friend, more than his Princess, he began fighting to return home to you. He wanted one day to fight with his children in mind.Â
He pumped his fingers in and out of you with practiced ease. You trembled, sensitive from his rough use, but did not pull away. You needed this.
âHave I not pleased you enough?â You asked, only half teasing. You did not have much experience with carnal pleasure. There were a few men and several women in your past. But the men were not interested in teaching you to please them. It wasnât entirely their fault, of course. You did not want to please anyone before Marcus. It was a source of insecurity. Youâd seen how women swarmed him since he developed from a little boy who sparred with you to a broad shouldered man with a deep voice. What if you were inadequate?
âYou are simply too delectable, my dear. Each time I believe myself satisfied, I only want more of you.â
âI have duties to Rome. I canât always be in your bed.â That was another insecurity you had. That he would find you lacking in wifely duties as compared to other women, those who did not have Rome on their shoulders.
âWe barely had each other a week before I was sent here.âÂ
âMmm⊠She sounds cruel, your Empress. Separating you from your new wife so early.â He could see how you sought to bury your fears with humor. Duty to Rome and your love plagued you despite reassurances of his unconditional support. The elders often turned their nose up at you, found you lacking as a woman. Though youâd proven yourself both in battle and in administration, old men set in their ways refused to accept you as Empress. Many already whispered about you not having conceived a child.Â
âShe is not cruel. My Empress,â he said, smiling. He wouldn't have you doubting his trust in you, be it as Empress or wife. Everyone was you tartarus, but he would only be your peace. âShe is just. She is brave and kind with intellect as sharp as the tip of my sword. The right person to lead Rome into prosperity.â
You melted into his arms and he held you close to his chest, heavy with the weight of doing right by the Roman Princess who lent little Acacius her sword when he couldnât afford one.
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Altered State: Part 1
IDK if anyone on here will be interested in this story, its kind of a long and slower but thought I would post it anyways. More parts coming next week!
Most great adventures start with a call to arms, a quest from on high, a declaration of purpose to serve the greater good. Edwardâs and Leonâs started with a question asked through a mouthful of chips.
âWanna play this new game dude?â Leon asked words barely intelligible. He stood in the doorway of their living room, his fat frame blocking most of the light. In one hand he held a bag of chips and in the other, he held up an unfamiliar battered keep case, the type that held video game disks inside. The thing had a red and blue design that Edward didn't recognize.Â
âI guess. What is that thing, will it work on my Wii?â Edward asked. He lay on the couch, long thin body taking up the whole thing but sat up and moved over to make room for his roommate.Â
Leon shook his head âI donât think so dude, it's like super retro.â He walked over to the TV and started fiddling with the row of older consoles that belonged to their third roommate Alvis trying to see if any could accommodate the game. "It was free though." He said as he found the right one, an extremely retro blocky thing Edward was surprised even accepted disks. Leon booted up the system, the familiar hum of the machine filling the space. âI got it from that comic shop down the street. This buff dude at the counter just handed it to me. Said he thought I would put it to good use.â
âAlvis would kill you if he knew you were touching that,â Edward warned, always the one to show more caution.Â
âFuck Alvis. If he didn't want it to be used he shouldnât have bought itâ Leon countered. Neither of the two were particularly big fans of their other roommate, but Leon especially hated his guts. He only let the guy live with them because it made the rent cheaper and because Alvisâ weird retro tech fit in with their decor of half-finished Lego sets, empty pizza boxes, and superhero posters, and because for the most part, Alvis left the two friends alone, spending all his time in the engineering building or fiddling with tech in his room.
Leon opened the case and took out a dusty disk, growing on it to reveal the title âAltered Stateâ and the manufacturer HunkTech, neither of which either Leon or Edward had ever heard of. Leon put the game back into Alvisâs video game console and pressed play. The TV flickered for a moment, then exploded with color so bright it forced both of them to squint. Flashes of neon light, strange symbols, and spinning images seared into their eyes, leaving dancing after images. Neither of the friends could look away, their senses overwhelmed by the pulsating lights that burned into the back of their brains. And just as suddenly as it started, the TV went black and both friends came back to themselves.
âOh shit" Edward muttered, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "Your game just fried the TV!Alvis is going to kill you.â
Leon opened his mouth to defend himself but before he could a green holographic display blinked into existence, floating in the air right in front of him. Growing text marched across the living room floor reading:
"Welcome to Altered State.â
Leonâs jaw dropped. "Uh, Ed? You seeing this?â
Edward stood motionless for a moment too shocked to speak. âWhat the fuckâ he breathed âWhat's going on?â
Both of their holograms shifted to display naked, pixelated 3D models of the two friends, hanging awkwardly in midair.Â
âEww, what the hell,â Leon said. He tried to avert his gaze but the images followed the motion of his head and stayed even when he shut his eyes.Â
Neither of the projections was a particularly flattering sight to behold. Leonâs short, heavy frame was rendered in painful detailâhis soft belly, narrow shoulders, pudgy limbs, and average penis were all fully extenuated under the brutally detailed holographic projection. Edwardâs model didnât fare any better. Tall and spindly, his twig-like arms and knobby knees, paired with a notoriously ugly face, gave him the appearance of a scarecrow. Edward was not helped much in its attractiveness by the acne on his face, the greasy thin hair on his head, and the pitifully small penis between his legs fully visible in the naked light of the hologram.Â
âYour the one with your dick in my face.â Edward shot back, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the display. Â
The hologram flickered again, and new text appeared below both their models:
Analyzing subjectsâŠ
The text began to blink as new displays blinked into existence on the peripheral of both their vision, only really notable if focused on. Various menus that displayed statistics quests and a list perks were all there, though all were currently blank. The words level one along with an empty an empty progress bar beneath appeared at the top of their filed of view, though only visible to themselves and not the other.Â
Neither of the two friends had time to examine the new features in detail as the words under their models shifted again.
âAnalyzing Purpose: Class Selectionâ
"Class selected: Juggernaut.â Appeared under Leonâs character.Â
Leon blinked. "Juggernaut?" he repeated, unsure what to make of the development.
Edward snickered, âI think that's the fantasy term for fatty.â
But before Leon could respond, Edwardâs display changed too:
"Class selected: Snake Charmer.â
âWhat like Iâm going to play the flute?â Edward asked.
It was Leon's turn to laugh. âNo bro, the game just called you a homo.âÂ
It took Edward a second to understand. âNot funny,â he said swatting his best friend on the arm, blushing somehow harder. âThis is seriously messed up. We need to go to the hospital or something.â
âRelax charmochondriac, don't you see whatâs happening?âÂ
âGroup psychosis?â Edward guessed.
âNo dude, we are in a video game, and we fucking rule at video games.â
âLeonâ Edward said warningly. Before he could say more though quests populated onto both their displays.
âDude chill this is awesome. My first quest is easy too. I bet I can get level ten before you.â
Edward wasnât as ready to accept this rapid series of unexplainable events but he also wasnât ready to let his best friend think he was a chicken. âFine. Iâll meet you back at the house when I kick your ass.â
Leon laughed and with that both boys raced out the door, shoving each other playfully to get out first. From there both took off to opposite sides of campus, towards their various objectives and their differing yet intimately intertwined destinies.Â
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Leon raced, or his version which was something between a fast walk and an awkward jog, across campus to his first quest. It seemed easy enough: âGo to the gymâ it read. Leon wasnât exactly one for physical fitness but he at least knew where the health center was from campus orientation tour.
Despite his slow pace by the time he reached it he was out of breath. For a moment he stood in front of automatic double doors, panting and intimidated. He stuck out like a sore thumb on this part of campus, dressed in the ratty strained Superman shirt and baggy shorts his protruding belly and wild unkempt hair stood in stark contrast to the muscular adonis in low tank tops and tall fit women in matching sports sets who brushed by him without a second thought. Mustering his courage Leon walked through the doors and into the gym. His ears were greeted by the sound of slamming weights, rhythmic grunts, and a small ding as he completed his first quest and leveled up. He watched as the experience bar filled fully, bumping his level up to two and filling his vision with notifications. The bar continued to fill until it had reached halfway to the next level. A notification appeared in a gray box with plain white blocky text.
You have reached level two. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Strength, +1 Charisma +0.3 Intelligence.
Leon grinned as he felt himself change. He couldnât actually feel himself getting smarter or more charismatic. He wasn't sure if that was because those were more cognitive stats or if it was because the increase was marginal compared to his strength. Either way, it was a strength that Leon felt himself receive. It wasn't much. Leon didnât suddenly become a hulk or a bodybuilder but he felt something shift. His shoulders widened slightly, his chest inflated a bit and his butt became less saggy. A single vein buried deep in the layers of fat in his arm engorged itself with blood and snaked its way to the surface, pushed upwards by growing muscle and diminishing fat. He felt physically stronger, faster, like he might be able to actually run a bit without throwing up. He didn't actually look all that different, a quarter of an inch taller, a few pounds shifted from fat to muscle, but inside he felt amazing, electric, like this is what he was made for. Leon suspected that feeling had to do with the other notification waiting for him just below the first.
âYou have gained a class perk.â
âGym Rat: as a juggernaut, you feel comfortable in all athletic spaces.â
Leon felt all his worries and insecurities about being in the gym fade away. He scanned his student ID and strode past the muscled jock at the front counter confidently, flashing him a smile and a slight wave. Leon felt just as comfortable in the gym as if he was at the comic book shop, no more, he felt like he was at home chilling with Edward, like he could do anything and give a damn about who judged him. Leon knew he should be concerned about how this game had physically changed his body and mind so easily but he was too invigorated, too electrified, and he had another quest to do.Â
âDo a push-up.â It read simply.Â
Leon hadnât tried to do a push-up since 8th grade gym class but he felt confident he was capable of it with the boost to strength he had received. Leon weaved through the various machines and stations manned by the universityâs resident hunks and athletes, some gave him dirty looks but most looked right through him. Leon found he couldnât care less. He found a corner of the free mat and assumed the push-up position. Despite the recent slight boost to his athleticism, it was a task easier said than done. Leon went down as far as he could until he felt his arms begin to shake, about an inch, then pushed himself up with substantial effort.
To his disappointment, the quest still read as incomplete. He reasoned it must be due to his, form. He tried to go lower but ended up face-first on the mat, unable to push himself up. He went to his knees and did a push-up but that didnât count either. Nor did a push-up with his butt out in the air, or one in which he rested on the ground for a few seconds in the middle. Leon was about to give up when he saw a guy around his age approach.Â
He didn't have the same gorilla bulk as some of the huge men in the gym but his body was visibly lean and defined through his tee-shirt, maybe a runner. âNeed any help thereâ he asked. Leon couldnât tell if he was being genuine or mocking but his new total comfort in the gym provided by his âGym Ratâ perk made him not care.Â
âIâm trying to do a push-up.â
âJust one?â The guy asked with a grin.Â
âGotta start somewhere,â Leon said humbly.Â
âYour problem is your stance.â He said. He instructed Leon to assume the plank position and then went about correcting Leonâs form. His arms were too close together, his core was not properly engaged, back not fully straight. The man introduced himself as Cal and then instructed Leon to try again. Leon tried another pushup lowering his body slowly âLower, lowerâ Cal called Leon and complied though his face turned red and he wanted to die. Cal didn't let him stop till the tip of his dick was practically touching the mat. Then he went back up, slowly and with more exertion than he had ever used in his whole life.Â
He was rewarded with a ding and a slew of notifications.Â
âYou have reached level three. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Strength, +1 Charisma +0.3 Intelligence.âÂ
âYou have gained a class perk.â
âPerfect Form: as a juggernaut, you instinctually know the proper form to maximize the performance of any athletic endeavor.â
Leon felt his body shift again from where it lay crumpled on the mat. His stomach deflated slightly, and under his man boobs pecs started to form. His legs lengthened a bit causing his shorts to only reach his knees instead of past them. The changes were as small as the first but Leon couldnât help but feel amazed. He tried to do another push-up and found that his body now naturally assumed the perfect position without him having to think about it. With his new points in strength, he was able to push out another perfect military-style push-up, and two more before he flopped down onto the mat, fully spent.
âYou're getting the hang of it,â Cal said smiling. If he had seen Leon's body change he made no indication. âgood luck on your workout,â he called out as he left.
âYeah see you around manâ Leon called after him. He felt on cloud nine. At this rate, Leon would reach level 10 by the hour. On cue, two more quests appeared for him to complete. He wondered how Edward was doing, if he had even gained one level by now. Maybe once Leon had power gamed his way into OP status he could help his friend with a quest or two.Â
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Edward walked across the quad at a brisk pace. He would have run if his bony arms and legs didn't make him look like a chicken when he did. Edward wasnât quite as sold on this whole bizarre real life video game thing as Leon was but he also wasnât about to let Leon leave him in the dust. Edward's first quest was pretty simple if non-specific, âbe within 50 feet of 30 or more peopleâ.Â
Edwards tendency to avoid large crowds gave him the advantage of knowing exactly where they often were. The coffee shop by the quad came right to his mind. At this time of the day, the place was packed with students either leaving or going to their mid-day classes. The place terrified Edward, the thought of so many eyes on him, judging him, mocking him, and yet Edward reasoned there was no harm in at least checking the place out, it not as if the quest required him to talk to anyone.Â
As he walked Edward wondered at the game. Leon, true to self had accepted the game right away without question. If his friend was muscular instead of fat he might be called a himbo. It wasnât that he was dumb, he was getting a degree in public health, but he also didn't have a habit of thinking things through particularly throughly. Their freshmen year Leon had built a glider out of the shower curtain and broke his arm jumping off the second floor of their dorm with it. And last year Leon had thought it was a good idea to subscribe to some shady porn website that had given his computer a virus so corruptive even tech wizard Alvis couldnât remove it.Â
Though they were inseparable best friend Edward was the opposite. He was much more cautious about everything, sometimes to irrational extremes. Last semester Edward had almost dropped out because he was too nervous to get approval for his classes from his sociology advisor. If he was scared of his sixty-five year old sweet as candy professor talking to guys he liked was surly out of the question, not that he would have any hope of success with his appearance.Â
As Edward walked across the quad he avoided eye contact with students crowded onto the open green sitting and chatting or throwing frisbees. Edward felt drowned in the sea of people, though the lawn wasnât nearly dense enough to fulfill the quest.Â
The line for the coffee shop was out the door which made him want to throw up. He walked slowly forward waiting for the quest to complete. Finally, when he was only a few feet away, practically in line the quest was fulfilled and his experience bar to level two filled fully.
Edward heard a âdingâ in his head and several notifications filled his vision startling him. Â
âYou have reached level two. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence +0.3 Strength.â
âYou have gained a class perk.â
âPeople Person: Those around you feel your natural charm and are more likely to accept you in a neutral or positive way, potentially even striking up a conversation.â
Edward felt a strange itch on his brow and a pressure on his jaw but ignored it. He didn't know what to make of the messages. The stats seemed somewhat consistent with role-playing video games, and he supposed the break down made sense with his class. Still, he wasnât sure how something like charisma would be incorporated into real life, nor his new People Person perk. As a sociology major Edward knew all too well how complex human interaction was. The perk seemed to imply that not only would the game be changing him but also the people around him and their perceptions. He wasnât sure if that was even possible not to mention ethical.
âIntroduce yourself to a stranger,â the next quest said popping up on the side of Edward's vision. That more than any ethical quandary made Edward scared. It was all well and good for the game to claim that people would react positively to Edward but he knew firsthand that wasnât true.Â
âHey, are you in lineâ two girls who had walked up behind him asked. Edward froze, realizing he had positioned himself at an awkward spot half in line half not. The girls didn't seem disgusted by his presence but they also didn't seem particularly enthralled, they just wanted to get their coffee.Â
Edward nodded his head, the best he could do with his crippling social anxiety. He moved more obviously in line and the girl went back to chatting. As the line crept closer Edward tried and failed several times to work up the courage to introduce himself to the girls. He came up with various scenarios in his head of how he could make an introduction, all of which ended with the girl calling him a creep.Â
Finally, after ten minutes, Edward reached the front of the line. He realized in his attempts to complete the quest he hadnât so much as glanced at the menu.Â
âWhat will you be having todayâ a tall tan worker asked, his tattooed arms pleasantly stretching out the sleeves of his shirt. Edward just opened and closed his mouth like a fish, mind suddenly blank of every coffee drink ever, including coffee.Â
The worker, whose name tag ironically read âTagâ saw his confusion and smiled. âIt's a big menu I know. It's fall, so you can never go wrong with a PSL.â He saw Edwards look confused and he sheepishly clarified âPumpkin spice latte.â
âIâll do that,â Edward said, voice quiet but clear. He took a deep breath then before he could think about it blurted out âIâm Edward by the wayâ.Â
Tag gave a handsome grin and wrote the name on a cup. âThanks, Edward, Iâll that get you out for you right away.â
Edward heard a âdingâ but ignored it and the notifications that popped up as he paid on the tablet Tag turned towards him. His hands shook as he selected the largest tip options and stumbled over to the designated area to stand while waiting for a drink and looked at the notifications.Â
âYou have reached level three. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence, +0.3 Strength.â
âYou have gained a class perk.â
âSocial Sync: You are naturally attuned to the tone and rhythm of conversation making awkward pauses and interruptions a thing of the past.â
New quests popped up as well, two this time. âMake someone laughâ and âOffer someone advice.â
As the messages appeared Edward felt the same strange pain in his face, like the soreness he sometimes got after smiling all day with Leon. He lifted a hand to his face and felt skin much smoother than his normal rough, dry, pockmarked complexion. His weak chin, which had always been a source of insecurity no longer felt totally concave but pushed out somewhat lending a strange sharpness to his jaw. Edward was about to take out his phone to examine his reflection when he heard a voice beside him.Â
âHeâs so dreamy, isnât he,â a man said in his right ear. All his life Edward had been painfully scrawny, wrists the size of cucumber and ribs showing through his pale skin. This man was even more slender like he could break with a strong gust of wind. He held a coffee cup that had the name Trent on the side. The guy didn't seem to mind Edwards's silence and continued staring at Tag longingly. âThe coffee here is so bitter but the eye candy is so sweetâ he mused.Â
âYeah that guy is what I would call a full-sized candy barâ the comment came out before Edward had time to think. It was a mediocre joke, wordy and unoriginal to a fault, but to painfully shy and unfunny Edward he felt like he was a standup comedian. Trent smiled and gave a slight chuckle, though his quest remained incomplete, probably because the laugh was fake.
âHeâs a Snickers, and let's just say Iâm not allergic to nuts.â Edward tried again, this time eliciting a better reaction from Trent. A slight giggle was all it took for the quest to complete and Edwards' experience bar to increase half the way to level four.Â
âWell both of us are going to go hungry. Heâs straight.â
âReallyâ Edward asked. As a closeted gay until he was 19, when he had finally worked up the courage to tell Leon, Edward thought he had pretty good gaydar, and that Tag guy was anything but straight. âHow do you know?â He asked Social Sync perk causing him to put the perfect pause between his declaration of doubt and his question without him even noticing.
âHe used to date some girlâ Trent responded with a touch of disgust.
âMaybe heâs bi,â Edward said and Trentâs face lit up as if he had never considered the thought.
âOh wow, do you really think soâ He asked excitedly. âNow that you say it he is kind of flirty when he gives me my drink.â
âYou should just go up and talk to himâ Edward advised sagely. âI mean what is the worst that could happen.â The advice was hollow seeing as how Edward had never even breathed in the direction of any of his crushes. Trent seemed to sense this and looked at Edward dubiously. The game system however didn't seem to care. It marked his âgive adviceâ quest as complete and alerted him he had reached level four with a ding. At this rate, Leon didn't stand a chance of reaching level ten before him.Â
âYou have reached level four. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence, +0.3 Strength.â
âSage: Your charisma gives you an innate knowledge of people's desires, both conscious and unconscious. Note: The higher your charisma the more attuned this sense becomes. Note: this effect is 92.22% more effective on people with a penis.â
Edward felt a shift both in his physiology and in his brain, like before he felt his face move, bones like continental plates drifting every so slightly apart into a more attractive configuration.Â
Inside his head, he felt something shift far more drastically. The three +1 boosts to his intelligence had been so slight he barely noticed them, just a slight speeding up of his thoughts and a boost to his reasoning ability. This new change in his mind was drastic, impossible not to notice. A sixth sense emerged, filling his head with a source of knowledge he wasnât quite sure what to do with. It was almost as if he had gained the ability to read minds only not so strong and without any words, only feelings. Suddenly Edward felt Trentâs desire, a sexual one, not just for the barista, but also for the group of frat boys in the corner of the shop and strangely enough for Edward. He felt others' desires too, though much less clearly.Â
Two guys standing to his left both hoped the other would buy the alcohol for tonight's party. The other men in the shop only gave wisps of desire. Edward suspected that had something to do with proximity and his still relatively low charisma.
The women on the other hand Edward could barely sense, only receiving a small tingle like TV static instead of anything readable. Edward wondered at that strange 92.22% bonus towards men. Edward took a moment to reflect on the class he had been assigned. Could Leon be right? Could the name of his class be a gay joke, that he was meant to charm not venomous creatures in baskets but instead the snake in men's pants? It seemed somehow too vulgar for a video game though Edward knew that was illogical. If it was true it begged some concerning questions, like how the game had known he was gay and what exactly it was setting him up to do.Â
âWould you go talk to him?â Trent asked suddenly snapping Edward back to the present. His sixth sense faded to the back of his mind, though he could still sense Trentâs desire. âSorry I know that's a lot to ask but I think you would have more luck than me.â He looked at Edward with puppy dog eyes filled with earnest hope. âBe my wingman?â
A notification appeared obscuring a part of Edwardâs vision.Â
âQuest offered! Set up Trent and Tag romantically. Reward: XPâ
A box under the quest notification had two boxes with âyesâ and ânoâ options. Edward had no idea how to select either option. Out loud he said âIâll do my best,â the notification disappeared and reappeared small in the quest part of his interface.Â
Trent smiled âReally? I canât thank you enough.â He felt Trentâs desire shift from lust to hope. âJust like using a pickup line or something. Donât make it too awkwardâ he said suddenly nervous.
âDonât worry I got this,â Edward said with about 1000% times more confidence than he felt. He had absolutely no business getting other people's tail when he was still a virgin himself. Edward just knew he was going to make an absolute fool of himself.
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It turned out that the quests to advance to level four were not as easy as Leon had imagined. The first quest ârun a lapâ proved exhausting but doable. Leon made his way to the elevated track that encircled the gym and with perfect form, if less perfect endurance, ran the loop. Before the game, Leon would have had to walk most of it, but the two levels and six points he had gained in strength allowed him to push through with a slow jog. The quest's completion bumped him 3/4 of the way to level four. He had no doubt the other quest would get him all the way there if only it was possible.Â
âDo a pull-up.â How hard could one pull up be? Extremely difficult it turned out. Dangling from the elevated bar Leon tried with all his might to heft his flabby body up. He only managed to lift his head halfway before the effort became too much and he was forced to give up.Â
Leon knew it wasnât his form keeping him from completing the exercise like it had been with the push-up. Instead, it came down to a plain and simple lack of strength. Leon didn't know what to do. He felt frustrated that he had hit a roadblock so soon. He looked at the experience progress bar, so tantalizingly close to the next level. Maybe he would have to do it the old-fashioned way. Train his back and his biceps extensively until he could do a pull-up on his own. Leon knew something like that would take weeks if not months but he was nothing if not stubborn.
Determined not to give up Leon found a set of dumbbells and began to lift with perfect form. The activity didn't provide the same instant gratification as leveling up did, but Leon was starting to understand how people could get addicted to this. As he worked his eyes wandered to the graphical display imprinted on either side of his vision. He found he could unfocus on the information and the display would blur unobscuring his vision. He focused again and the quest and progress bar came back into his field of vision. Leon couldnât tell if he was imagining it but it seemed as if the bar was more full. He did a few more curls and watched the progress bar tick up the tiniest amount. He lifted the other arm and it moved again. He grabbed the largest weight he could conceivably lift and using all this strength curled it with both arms, the progress bar moved, still not much but more than before. Leon grinned. He was pretty sure he had just found an exploit.
Thirty minutes later a tired Leon prepared for his last set of leg presses to get him to level four. The âexploitâ he had found wasnât as much of a hack as he had originally hoped. Working out gave him experience to fill the bar but not nearly as efficiently as quests. He had to go from machine to machine loading up the maximum amount of weight he could lift, not much, and completing various exercises until that part of his body was completely exhausted. His âperfect formâ perk ensured that he was able to complete each exercise to its fullest despite not knowing how to do any of the exercises. All he had to do was approach a machine or a set of weights and his body would suddenly assume the position.
Even with his perfect form protecting him from injury Leon was exhausted. The day's gym session was more exercise than he had ever done in his life. His hair was matted to his forehead and dark sweat spots had appeared around the collar and pits of his Superman shirt. His body felt like a sack of bricks like he could fall asleep and not wake up till his next birthday. Leon persisted and as he performed his tenth leg press he heard a ding. His legs slammed back to their resting position and he breathed heavily, feeling his body begin to change and notifications pop up.Â
âYou have reached level four. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Strength, +1 Charisma +0.3 Intelligence.âÂ
âYou have gained a class perk.â
âAnimal Endurance: The rate at which athletic activities tire you is decreased significantly while the rate of recovery is greatly improved. Note: the potency of this effect scales off of strength.â
Leon felt his muscles harden, his arms bulge, his legs bulk up and shift. His core burned as his abs shredded themselves and strengthened. The layer of fat on Leonâs body, though still present thinned. Underneath it his muscles went from average to distinctly fit, no great titan yet but also not a slouch either. His weariness from all the exercise it took to reach level four drained away thanks to his perk and Leon once again felt reinvigorated.Â
He marched over to the nearest pull-up bar and with only a small amount of effort hoisted himself up with the power of his upper body. The completed quest brought him a third of the way up to level five. Two more quests appeared. âBench press a third of your body weight.â And âexchange workout tipsâ. Neither seemed especially difficult.Â
Leon looked around to see if he could find Cal to knock out the more social of the quests but the helpful runner was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Leon found a benchpress machine and went to load it up. Leon was shocked to realize he had no idea what his body weight was. Before Altered Reality, Leon had weighed 230 pounds, now though he could be anything. Leon squinted at the holographic display in the sides of his vision and found with effort he was able to bring up a stats page.Â
Leon:Â
210 Pounds
5â10ââ Feet
Strength: 11
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 8.9
When he played video games with his roommates Alvis was the one who focused on the numbers, min-maxing his character to be the strongest possible. Edward liked to talk to the NPCs, to understand the story, and Leon, well Leon liked to punch things and not worry too much about the boring stuff. Still, with his 8.9 in intelligence, Leon couldn't help but notice some changes to his body composition. There was the inch in height his body had gained from those three levels and the twenty pounds of weight he had lost. Leon suspected the total loss was more like 30 or 40 pounds of fat but that the added muscle made up the difference. His stats were interesting too. Leon hadnât much thought about it but based on the quests and perks he had received the Juggernaut class seemed to be one that focused on athleticism. Despite that, he still received a marginal boost to charisma and intelligence at each level which he supposed were meant to keep him well rounded. Leon did the math, the current numbers would mean that his intelligence before the game had been eight, which seemed right, and his strength a two, also unfortunately right. The four in charisma seemed rude, but Leon supposed he had never had much luck with women for a reason.
Doing math once again Leon loaded up the bench press, factoring in the weight of the bar to reach seventy pounds one-third of his weight. He assumed the position under it, with perfect form thanks to his perk; then with substantial effort, Leon lifted the bar over his chest and with as much control as he could manage lowered it. That was the easy part, the hard part was pushing it back up. Leon clenched his toes, bugged his eyes, and pushed with all his eleven strength upward. His mind suddenly flashed to the bar crushing him, rolling down onto his neck and ending this game. Panic more than determination got the bar up and back to its starting position. The quest was completed and the progress bar to level five was filled in another third.Â
Only once the bar was fully returned to its resting position could Leon see the girl standing over him, upside down from his prone view.Â
âI was ready to pull that thing off you.â The girl said in something between a mix of condescension and admiration. Leon sat up.
âUmm, thanks.â He said nervously. He recognized this girl from his advanced biology seminar, although she didn't seem to know him. She looked very pretty with her high ponytail and tight yoga pants, which only made his voice stutter more. âIâm Leon.â
âCassy,â she said.
An idea came to his mind. âGot any tips for this one?â Leon asked, hoping to knock out his remaining quest.Â
Before Cassy could answer though a tall man in a low-cut tank top that showed off his ripped torso and cannonball shoulders approached and wrapped his mammoth vascular arms around her. âCassy, why the fuck are you talking to this fatty?â He asked as if Leon were some flaming garbage outside his window, offensive to his sight. Leon recognized him as a member of Alpha Sigma, one of the best and most dickish fraternities on campus. Â
âFuck off Hunterâ Cassy said rolling her eyes.
âYeah fuck off Hunterâ Leon repeated. He instantly regretted it.
Hunter's eyes went wide, and a vein on his neck began to pulse. Leon stared back at him with a level of defiance he knew defied both the social order and logic. Leon had always been brash, a trait now manifested in full force by the extreme comfort he felt in the gym due to his Gym Rat perk.
Cassy shot him a look asking if he was trying to get himself killed then turned to Hunter to defuse the situation. âCome on babe let's go.âÂ
Hunter heard none of it. He got right up in Leon's face so close Leon could smell the sweat on his body and the ZYN in his breath. âListen here tubby, this is a gym. The McDonalds is down the street. Now fuck off or Iâll turn your happy meal into chicken tenders. Ya hear?â He stood up and started to walk away Cassy unhappily following after him. âAnd donât ever talk to my girl again homo.â
Leon knew he should be scared but instead, he found the whole interaction funny, his âGym Ratâ perk really might be working too well. âGot any gym tips for meâ he called after Hunter, wanting to still get something out of the interaction. He couldnât wait till he was bigger than that arrogant prick and no one could talk to him that way.
The frat bro turned around âEat a fucking saladâ he called. Leonâs last quest remained incomplete. He wondered why for a second then realized it said âexchange workout tips.âÂ
âYou should really get off the roids, it's killing the last two of your brain cells,â Leon called after him. Hunter moved to turn around, probably to beat the shit out of Leon but Cassy grabbed his hand and dragged him away. The quest completed and Leon reached level five. Not too bad for seven charisma he thought proudly. The now familiar ding sounded along with a wall of notifications. Leon began to feel strange. A biting ache began to thrum in the pit of his stomach. Doubled over Leon rushed to the bathroom, careful to head in in the opposite direction of Hunter and Cassy.Â
He burst into the empty men's room and then into the nearest stall he could find. As he sat on the toilet the pain intensified. Something was happening and it hurt like all hell.
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Edward had no idea why Trent had even started talking to him. That wasnât something people ever did to ugly Edward, maybe point and whisper, but never strike up a conversation and surly never ask him for help. It must be his stupid charisma and perks scrambling everyone's brain he concluded. Edward was about to turn back to Trent and tell him he had made a mistake and that he actually couldnât help him when he heard âEdwardâ yell from behind the bar. He saw Tag the sexy fit barista holding a steaming to-go cup and looking around the coffee shop for Edward. Trent gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up.
Edward felt as if he was moving in slow motion like he was making his way to the gallows. Tag saw him coming and smiled, extending the drink towards him. Edward reached out to take the drink, his finger ever so slightly brushing up against Tagâs hand in the process. He wasnât sure if it was the touch or just the proximity but he felt his new âSageâ perk activate in vivid detail.
A picture suddenly flashed in Edwardâs mind. A subterranean location full of flashing lights and loud rhythmic music, a rave Edward realized. He saw Tag standing alone in an open button-down shirt showing off sexy tattooed muscles. Edward flashed back to reality. His sudden vision had caused him to linger a bit too long grabbing his drink and he jerked his hand away awkwardly.Â
Edward retracted his hand and gave a smile hoping to save the moment. âHey, are you going to the rave tonight?â Edward asked as casually as he could âI think I have seen you at a few before. I heard the one tonight is supposed to be especially hype.â
Tag seemed surprised for a moment then reassessed Edward his demeanor shifting from customer service friendly, to peer in-group easygoing. âYou mean sewer fest? I want to man, but all my friends are busy tonight and I donât want to go alone.â
âOh damn that sucks,â Edward said. He was mindful of the stares he was getting from the other students around him but couldnât bring himself to care, this was going too well. âI wish I could go but I have a paper I have to write tonight. My friend Trent was actually just saying he was thinking about going though.â Edward pointed back at Trent who gave a little wave.Â
âOh, I know him.â Tag said when he saw Trent. âThat would be sick man. I really donât want to miss Sewer Fest. How about this,â he took a cup sleeve and started to write on it, âGive your friend my number and tell him to text meâ he handed it to Edward.Â
âWill do. You two have funâ Edward said as he walked away. Trent looked at him wide-eyed and was about to say something but Edward made a signal that they shouldnât talk about it inside.
âThis is for you,â Edward said as he handed Trent Tagâs number once they were outside.Â
âNo way. You're actually a god. How did you do that?â Trent asked amazed.
âDonât get too excited,â Edward said sheepishly. âYou're going to a rave, and itâs in the sewer.âÂ
âA rave? You know what, Iâll take it. I really canât thank you enough.âÂ
âOh, it was nothing. Honestly, you helped me just as much as I helped you.â
Trent ignored the cryptic comment. âWell I should go, I guess I have to find an outfit to wear to a sewer. Would all white be a bad idea?â He handed Edward his phone. âWill you put your number in my phone? Iâll text you how tonight goes.âÂ
The two exchanged information then Trent left. Edward stood there sipping his latte, which really was too bitter. He saw Trent typing out a message on his phone as he walked away.
Moments later Edward heard a âdingâ as the quest was completed and he reached level five. Notifications sprung up in his vision, more than usual. Edward couldnât read them, he couldnât focus on anything. His mostly full coffee slipped out of his hand and spilled onto the ground as a golden nebula sprung up around him and his face and body were wracked with pain. He started to scream.
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Sorry Sack
(Blindness) Anyways; this was a request I really liked from @umbrulla
CW: They get a little too excited at the end, Logan is thrilled by sensation- and Wade is thrilled by Logan.
The first thing Logan noticed was the silence. Not the kind he liked, eitherânot the peace that came from sitting under a canopy of trees with the faint rustle of wind and the distant chirp of birds. This was something deeper, heavier, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Then came the pain.
Hot, searing, and impossible to ignore. His claws instinctively popped as his body tensed, every nerve screaming. But even through the agony, Loganâs mind zeroed in on one detail: he couldnât see.
âWhat the hellâŠâ he groaned, voice ragged, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth.
The fight had been brutal. Heâd barely registered the mutantâa hulking beast of a man with claws sharper than his ownâbefore they were tangled in a blur of violence. Logan had won, but at a price.
âLogan?â
The voice cut through the haze. Familiar, annoying, and somehow grounding.
âWadeâŠâ Logan growled.
âHoly crap, your eyes! Dude, did someone order Wolverine tartare? âCause youâre looking medium rareâwait, no, extra well-done. Oh, man. I canât look. But I also canât not look.â
Loganâs lips curled into a snarl. âWade. Shut. Up.â
âRight, right. Focus. Got it. First aid kit. Oh, wait, thatâs not gonna help, is it? Youâve got the whole self-healing deal. Or⊠wait, why arenât they healing?!â
Logan gritted his teeth. The wounds around his eyes had already stopped bleeding, and the skin was knitting itself back together. But there was something wrong. He blinkedâor tried toâbut the world stayed black.
âWade,â Logan said, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. âI canât see.â
â
The first week was hell.
Incident one.
Loganâs body healed fast enough that the scars around his eyes were gone in hours. But his vision? That never returned.
At first, heâd thought it was a fluke. Maybe his body just needed more time. But as the days dragged on, it became clear: the healing factor wasnât fixing this.
âLogan, buddy, I donât think itâs a good idea toââ
âI donât need your help, Wade,â Logan snapped, shoving past him and nearly tripping over a chair.
Wade caught him before he fell, his grip surprisingly steady. âOkay, fine, I wonât say it. But, uh, just for the record, that chair you almost face-planted into? It wasnât even in your way. You walked into it.â
Logan growled, swatting Wadeâs hand away. He hated this. The helplessness. The constant pity in Wadeâs voice, even if the merc tried to mask it with jokes. He was blind as a batâ and it wasnât getting better. He didnât realize just how much he loved seeing color⊠and seeing the people speaking to him.
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Incident two.
âLogan, youâre breaking everything in my apartment!â Wade groaned as Logan stumbled, knocking over a table.
Logan growled. âThen maybe donât leave your crap everywhere.â
âItâs not crap, itâs art,â Wade replied, righting the table. âAlso, that was a pizza box, not a chair. Youâre welcome for me not laughingâ which I would be if my concern wasnât outweighing my urge to poke fun at you, peanut.â
Logan had the urge to tell him to stop calling him that, but a part of him liked it subconsciously⊠so he never said anything.
Logan sat heavily on the couch, his head in his hands. It had been weeks, and the blindness wasnât getting any better. Outwardly, he was healedâno scars, no blood, nothing to suggest he was any different than before. But inside, his healing factor kept rejecting the delicate tissue in his eyes, leaving him in permanent darkness.
âLook, you canât keep wallowing here forever,â Wade said. âI know someone who can help.â
âWho? One of your weird âcontactsâ?â
âI know just the gal. Sheâs blind tooâsuper smart, super snarky, and way better at being blind than you are at⊠whatever this is.â
âBlind Al,â Wade announced.
Logan raised an eyebrow. âBlind who?â
âAl! Sheâs like a sarcastic Yoda, but without the pointy ears. Youâll love her.â
Meeting Blind Al
Wade didnât give Logan much of a choice, dragging him to a small, cozy house at the edge of town. The place smelled of lavender and bleach, with the faint hum of a heater in the background. This wasnât going to be the kind of help he wanted, he already knew that. He needed to be fixed, not learn how to live like this. His body was supposed to fix itself.
âWade, what the hell are you doing back here?â came a sharp voice from inside.
âAl! I brought you a gift!â Wade called cheerfully. âHeâs grumpy, hairy, and now conveniently blind, just like you!â
âWatch it,â Logan muttered.
A woman appeared in the doorway, leaning on her cane. She was older, with short-cropped white hair and a sharp expression that could cut steel.
âSo, youâre the famous Wolverine,â Al said, sizing him up. âAnd youâre blind now. Boo-hoo. Get in here.â
Logan blinked. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me,â Al snapped. âIf youâre going to sulk about being blind, you can do it inside where I donât have to listen to Wilson yapping in my yard.â
Blind Al didnât waste time with pity or pleasantries. The moment Logan stepped into her home, she handed him a cane.
âWhatâs this for?â Logan asked, frowning.
âFor not walking into walls,â Al said flatly. âLesson one: stop acting like youâre the only blind person whoâs ever existed.â
Logan bristled but followed her instructions. Over the next few days, she taught him how to rely on his other senses more intentionallyâhow to map a room by sound, how to feel the flow of air on his skin, how to tune in to subtle vibrations in the ground.
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âYouâre lucky,â Al said one day. âYouâve got super senses and a healing factor. Youâve already got an edge. You just need to stop feeling sorry for yourself long enough to use it.â
Logan didnât respond, but her words stuck with him.
Wadeâs âHelpâ
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While Al focused on practical skills, Wade took a more⊠unconventional approach.
âLogan, I got you something!â Wade announced one day, bounding into the room.
âUnless itâs a beer, I donât want it,â Logan muttered.
âBetter than beer! Itâs a seeing-eye dog!â
Logan froze. âYou got me a dog?â
Wade grinned. âYep! His name is Sir Barksalot. Isnât he cute?â
Logan heard a low growl, followed by the sound of claws clicking on the floor.
âWade, thatâs not a dog,â Al said from the other room. âThatâs a raccoon!â
âDetails!â Wade shouted.
Logan sighed. âGet it out of here before I gut it.â
âOh no you donât! Not in my house!â
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Despite Wadeâs antics, Logan began to make progress. Blind Alâs blunt teaching style forced him out of his comfort zone, and little by little, he started to adapt. He could navigate Alâs house without bumping into furniture, track sounds with precision, and even spar with Wade using only his heightened senses.
But the darkness still lingered. No matter how much he adjusted, Logan couldnât shake the feeling of helplessness.
One night, he sat on the porch, the cool air brushing against his face.
âYou know, youâre still you,â Wade said, sitting down beside him.
âYeah? And what the hell does that mean, bub?â
âIt means youâre still the Wolverine,â Wade said. âBlind or not, youâre still the toughest, beefiest, sexiest guy I know. And Iâm not just saying that because you could stab me if I didnât.â
Logan snorted, and Wade earned a little half smile, to which he stared at admiringly. Not like Logan could see him doing it and stop him. His eyes almost looked like his own if you really looked. Milky, clouded pupils.
âYouâre an idiot.â But his tone had no bite to it.
âTrue,â Wade said cheerfully. âBut Iâm your idiot.â
Logan didnât respond, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a small spark of hope.
â
They had almost the same conversation twice, but with an even better outcome in Wadeâs eyes.
Logan adjusted to his new world of darkness better than he expected, but even with all the progress heâd made, there were nights when the silence pressed in too hard, and the void felt endless, under stimulated by his existence, mourning a whole sense.
Tonight was one of those nights, where his thoughts got just as dark as his vision. He lost himself in thought.
He didnât hear Wade approach, but the mercâs voice cut through the quiet like a blade.
âCare if I join you, big guy?â Wade asked softly, without his usual theatricality.
Logan shrugged, gruff as ever, but he didnât push him away. He felt Wade sit beside him, his presence oddly grounding.
For a while, neither of them spoke. Wade, remarkably, didnât fill the silence with jokes or chatter. Logan almost missed it.
âYou ever thinkâŠâ Logan began, his voice low and rough, âabout how much quieter the world is when you canât see it?â
Wade tilted his head, the question catching him off guard. âWell, I wouldnât call my world quiet. Itâs more like a carnival run by homicidal tumor ridden clowns, but I get your point.â
Logan huffed a faint laugh, the closest thing to a smile Wade had gotten out of him in days.
âYouâve been hanging around a lot,â Logan said after a beat. âEven for you.â
âYeah, well, someoneâs gotta keep you from falling on pizza boxes. And, yâknow⊠I like being around you. Youâre like a really grumpy lighthouse, guiding me through lifeâs fog.â He said, trying to make the statement as intentionally corny as possible.
Logan turned toward him, blind eyes staring unseeing into Wadeâs face. âYouâre the worst at metaphors.â
Wade grinned. âBut Iâm great at sitting here and annoying you into realizing how awesome you are.â
Loganâs lip twitched. âYouâre annoying, all right.â
âI annoy because I care,â Wade said, his voice dipping into something softer, gentler.
The silence returned, but this time it wasnât heavy. Logan leaned back against the porch railing, listening to the steady rhythm of Wadeâs breathing.
âYou really think Iâm still me?â Logan asked quietly, the vulnerability in his voice catching even him by surprise.
âLogan,â Wade said, and the sound of his nameâspoken without a joke or a smirkâmade something in Loganâs chest tighten. âIâve thought you were you since the first time I met you. Sight or no sight, claws or no claws, youâre still the guy Iâd follow into any fight. Youâre still the guy IâŠâ He trailed off, then added with an almost shy chuckle, âYouâre still the guy Iâd make pancakes for in the morning. Bad ones, but pancakes nonetheless.â
Logan turned his head toward Wade, his brows furrowing. âYouâre serious?â
âDead serious,â Wade replied. âAnd donât worryâIâll keep being annoying about it until you believe me.â
Something in Logan softened, the walls heâd been holding up for so long starting to crumble. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out a hand, fumbling for Wadeâs. Wade caught it immediately, his fingers warm and steady.
âGuess Iâve been fighting this too hard,â Logan admitted.
Wade squeezed his hand. âItâs okay to let someone in, Logan. Even if itâs just me. Especially if itâs me.â He said that even though he knew damn well he didnât let anyone in himselfâ just tried his best to make himself into a joke, because if he doesnât laugh, he cries.
For the first time in weeks, Logan let out a deep breath that felt like relief. âDonât make me regret this.â
âNever,â Wade promised, his voice so soft it almost broke.
Logan didnât say anything else, but he didnât pull his hand away either. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the darkness didnât seem so overwhelming. Logan hesitated, but he leaned forward to rest his forehead in the crook of Wadeâs clavicleâ inhaling him like he was a drug, taking a deep breath in.
It was like a badge of honor to Wade, so he didnât ruin it by speakingâ until now.
âCan I kiss you, honey badger? I really wanna kiss you right now.â
The question was so direct it made Logan feel hot from the tips of his ears to the tip of nose and quickly. He made a deep, low, guttural sound, almost like a sigh, contemplating, nervous. Bashful. Partly because Wade didnât just do it⊠he asked⊠desperately, enthusiastically.
Because he wanted that same enthusiasm back.
Logan nodded, parting his lips slightlyâ expecting Wade to take the lead at risk of missing his lips if he tried to lean in himself.
The sensation lit his core on fire, and the end of every nerve. Wade noticed immediately the shift in his body temperature, the way he was hot to the touch. It made Wade a little trigger happy, kicking up the intensity from a soft little kiss to a hungry, grabby, make-out session. Heâs gripping Loganâs hair at the top like heâs got handles, licking his teeth and bitting his bottom lip before pulling away.
âHoly shit, Wade. Were you trying to eat me?â He wiped the saliva off his mouth, the small bruise left on his lip healing visibly in its usual record time.
Wade almost moaned, still only inches away from Loganâs face, still feeling his heavy, hot breath on his skin. âOh fuck yes, Loganâ Iâm trying to eat you. I should call you little bat from now on. Because youâre about a head shorter than me and you canât even see how much I look at that ass anymore.â The humor in his meaning still came through, but his tone remained flirtatious.
âFuck off, youâre sick.â He punched Wadeâs chest playfully- still so taken aback from the intensity of how Wade attempted to devour him that his stomach ached with arousal.
âLetâs go home. Quickly. I really do need to eat you, Logan. Like right now, Iâve waited my whole life for this moment.â
Logan pressed a finger hard against Wadeâs lips, grabbing the back of his head. Wade shut right up.
âYouâre too excited, watch it before I change my mind.â
See what I did with the colors there? Hehheheheheh.
#deadclaws#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool x wolverine#fanfiction#poolverine#deadpool movie#logan howlett#logan x wade#marvel#wade wilson#request
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Danny's Daycare Part 19
Masterlist Shortly after Danny and the boys had left everyone gathered in the cave. Those who hadnât known about the Phantom/Danny situation were filled in so they could discuss what theyâd learned that night as well as summon Phantom to tell him what theyâd found. Dick was listening intently. Despite reading the files shortly before their company arrived, Dick wanted to be sure he had all the facts.
âSo,â Steph frowned. âWeâve got a ghost king whoâs claiming a branch of the American government called the GIW has been trying to experiment on and kill his people, a law called the Anti-Ecto-Acts which means itâs legal for them to do said experimenting and killing, and Danny who supposedly knows the ghost king and is affected by the law that makes him legal property of the government?â
Bruce nodded. âWe are still trying to understand Dannyâs connection to all of this and how it is that heâs affected by this law- as far as we can tell heâs entirely human. We arenât sure how he would have come into contact with enough ectoplasm to deem him a âghostâ but-â
Jason cleared his throat, effectively cutting Bruce off and silencing everyone in the cave. âI⊠may have left out⊠some details.â
âOh no,â Tim cuts in. âTell me you didnât know.â
âKnow what?â Bruce sighed, already clearly tired of this back and forth.
Tim crossed his arms and glared at Jason. âThat Dannyâs died before?â
That set everyone off. Dick himself didnât know what to do with that information. Heâd watched all night as Jason smiled at Danny, thinking no one would notice, and then heâd watched as Jason scolded the family for prying (he was right to do that they could obviously see Danny didnât want to answer their questions) and chased after Danny when Santiago had dragged him off. Theyâd spent a lot of time outside before coming back in and everybody could tell something had changed.Â
They were both more relaxed, stood slightly closer together, their eyes lingered on each other when they thought no one was looking, and Jason was actually laughing along with the family! It had been a long time since heâd seen little wing so happy and he wasnât ashamed to admit; heâd gotten emotional about it. He didnât want to think anything was up with Danny, he wanted to imagine Danny had a nice normal life, a good family, and a personality that would bring some happiness and normality to Jasonâs life.
âWhat do you mean, Tim?â Bruce asked, cutting through all the other raised voices.
Tim pinched the bridge of his nose. âWhen Kon came over he- well he wanted to see if Danny was hiding anything on his person. Iâd filled him in a bit about the situation and heâs heard me trying to figure out what Dannyâs deal is for a while now so he used a bit of X-ray vision and thatâs why he dropped the pie. âCause Dannyâs got an autopsy scar.â
The cave was silent, everyone thatâd been looking at Tim promptly looked towards Jason, waiting for an explanation. Jason swallowed visibly. âI⊠didnât know that.â
âThat he died or that he had an autopsy scar? âCause it sounds like heâs got a lot more scars than that, Kon was⊠Kon said heâs only seen scarring that bad on people like us- vigilantes.â Tim pointed out.
Jason sighed, sitting a ways away from the family- a habit heâd picked up after coming back and needed to physically distance himself from them when he got overwhelmed. Dick had always hated how far his brother kept himself from them, tucking himself away behind an immovable wall, keeping his real feelings and thoughts blocked off, for his and their protection.
But instead of remaining apart, staying at the table heâd first sat at- that theyâd all avoided in order to give him space- Jason stood and moved closer, closing the circle the family had formed. âIâm friends with Danny in and out of the mask.â He started, crossing his arms to protect himself from the closeness. âHeâs told Jason some things and heâs told Hood some things and IâŠ. didnât feel right telling you all of it.â
âWe need to know everything you know about him Jay-â
âNo. You donât.â Jason says firmly. âI will tell you what Iâm comfortable telling you and then we can summon Phantom. Maybe he will tell you more, maybe he wonât. Maybe if you show up at his apartment in your tall, dark, and gloomy costume heâll tell you what you want to know- but Iâm not telling you everything he told me in confidence just to satisfy your curiosity. Didnât you learn anything from dinner tonight?â
And- yeah, that was fair. They hadnât been as nice to Danny as they should have, and while it was obvious in hindsight that theyâd backed him into a corner, Dick really had just wanted to get to know the man. Danny was an enigma. Someone whoâd befriended Damian, whoâd brought down Jayâs walls, whoâd expressed interest in Tim and his life, Danny was a good guy. Dick wanted to know everything he could about that man.
Bruce sighed, relenting, and Jason started talking. âI donât know about the scarring. I do know he⊠died a long time ago.â The room tensed, Dick tensed. âHe came back different- like me. But not- not like me. He was confused when I asked about Pit rage stuff. After coming back he did the whole teenage vigilante for a while to protect his town. He gave that stuff up a while back, traveled for a while, and ended up in Gotham.â
âDo you know who asked him to come here?â Tim interjected, getting the room's attention. âHe said he was here as a favor. He said a friend asked him to come to Gotham and help out and thatâs why heâs here. Do you think it was Phantom?â
Jason shrugged. âPhantom said they knew each other, heâs the ghost king and Danny was an undead kid vigilante who fought ghosts to protect his town. Itâs possible I guess.âÂ
Tim had returned to the batcomputer, typing quickly and looking for something specific. Dick noticed Jasonâs hand was shaking, clinging to his bicep in an effort to stop it and keep people from noticing, but Dick saw it. He was no Bruce- certainly no Tim- but he was a good ass detective and he noticed a lot more than some people thought. Especially when it came to the emotional state of his family members.
(Call it being an empath, call it a trauma response to Bruceâs emotional constipation his whole life, whatever, Dick could read emotions in others almost as well as Cass could read body language. He couldnât always interpret exactly what it meant, but he noticed the little things. Jasonâs hands shake heâs angry- usually when heâs pit ragey.)
Clapping his hands together, Dick tried to bring the mood up a bit. âWell, should we all change and get ready to summon Phantom? Where better to get our answers than directly from the horseâs mouth?â
âAnd then he asked Jason on a date!â Santiago finished.
âCome onnnnn.â Miguel groaned, smacking his head against the headrest dramatically.Â
Danny wasnât sure why Miguel seemed so upset by this news or why Santiago was so happy about it but he tried not to think about it too much as he pulled the car onto their street and felt a pulling in his gut.
âI donât know what you see in him, Danny-â Danny felt Miguelâs eyes on him as he cut off. âWhatâs wrong?â
Concentrating on staying where he was and getting the boys home safely, Danny began to sweat. He could refuse the summoning if he wanted, push it away entirely and get rid of the sickening tug, but he really needed to figure out what Hood had gotten done concerning the GIW. So instead of outright refusing, he delayed, speeding up the car. ââM getting summoned.â He managed, turning another corner sharply.
âNow?!â Santi shrieked as the car took one more sharp turn into their parking lot and came to a sudden halt.
Shutting off the car and hopping out, Danny gestured for them to follow. âCome on, quickly.â The tugging in his gut was starting to hurt and he wondered why he hadnât just given Hood his Phantom number the last time theyâd spoken. Tucker made you a Phantom phone specifically for this purpose!Â
Once heâd ensured the boys were in their apartment safely, he allowed his transformation and the summoning to sweep over him. Relief washed over him as he felt his body be swept away before settling into a dark cave. Looking around, he found computers, weapons, vigilante gear- was he in the Batman lair?
âItâs called the Batcave.â Hood snorted. âHey Spooks, mind turning down the light show?â
Oh, right. Letting the bright light that appeared every summoning, Danny floated closer to the ground and took note of all the vigilantes around him. He hadnât exactly expected⊠well, all of Gothamâs vigilantes to be there during his next summoning. âAnything for you, Hood.â He winked towards the crime lord, earning him a scoff from Robin.Â
âKing Phantom-â
âJust Phantom.â Danny cut Batman off- Ancients he interrupted Batman. âIâm not really into the whole formality thing.â
Batman dipped his head subtly. âPhantom, Hood informed us of your situation and to say I was shocked was an understatement. I have a meeting with the Justice League scheduled for tomorrow to relay everything we know and figure out a plan to repeal the Anti-Ecto-Acts as quickly as possible.â
Danny nodded slowly. âI must admit, Iâm surprised at how quickly youâve acted. Nevertheless, I and my people extend our gratitude.â
âWhy wouldnât we act quickly?â Nightwing asked.
Pursing his lips, Danny crossed his arms. âBatman is paranoid, untrusting, and hates metas in his city unless theyâre Signal.â He pointed at the yellow hero lazily. âAnd technically? Ghosts arenât even metas, weâre other. Different. Wrong. Wasnât sure how youâd all feel about that.â
âBatman would never allow such crimes to continue!â Robin snarled.
Dannyâs lips quirked up, he liked Robin, despite the kid's snark. It was part of the appeal really, he had strong opinions and wasnât afraid to share them. Heâd quite enjoyed sassing his rogues throughout his vigilante career.
âRobin.â Batman scolded.
Shrugging, Danny leaned back, still floating, hands behind his head. âI donât mind, I like a kid who speaks his mind. But how would I know that? Iâve never met Batman before. I must do whatâs best for my people.â He frowned, losing a bit of the lazy look and growing more serious. âKeeping them confined to the Realms is no longer the best course of action. And unfortunately, Scarecrowâs little stunt the other night has lit a fire under my ass so to speak.â
âLanguage.â A couple of the vigilantes chimed in, almost like it was a habit.
Danny frowned. Hadnât he just heard that-
âWhy has Scarecrowâs attack moved things up?â Spoiler asked.
How much did he want to tell these people? For now, he wanted his identity to remain a secret, too risky to reveal himself, but he wanted the GIW gone and for that heâd need to be as honest as possible. âDanny Nightingale,â he started, catching the shift in the caveâs atmosphere. âIs a⊠personal friend of mine. Heâs been in hiding from the GIW for five years now. The attack has unfortunately⊠alerted the GIW and others to his location.â
âWhat reason does Danny Nightingale have for hiding from the GIW?â Batman asked.
Had⊠Had Hood really not told them? He knew Hood was a good guy, but to keep private the things Danny had shared with Hood even after everything that had happened⊠It warmed his cold heart. âHood⊠did not tell you?â
Red Hood crossed his arms.Â
âDanny died when he was fourteen.â Phantom tried for nonchalance. He hated talking about it- all ghosts did- but he didnât want them to know he was uncomfortable. âHe was brought back to life when, during his death, his body was flooded with ectoplasm. His body was killed and brought back until neither side won and he ended up half dead half alive.â He let that sink in.
âHow the fuck-â
âThatâs not poss-â
âNightingale-â
âEnough.â Batman stated. Once everyone quieted down a bit, he turned to Phantom. âHow is that possible?â
Phantom had touched down to the ground at this point, standing between Red Hood and Signal. He shrugged. âI donât really know, it just is. The⊠electricity killed him but the ectoplasm kept him alive and afterward he remained alive and dead at the same time. Schrodingerâs boy if you will.â
âYou know Shcrodinger?â Signal breathed, not really asking Phantom but more himself.
Phantom intended to answer the question, maybe with a joke or maybe just plainly, but he was stopped in his tracks by Red Robinâs next question.
âBut what about his autopsy scars?â Red Robin said seemingly before he could stop himself.
Dannyâs head whipped in his direction. âWhat?â He snarled.
Red Robin glanced at Batman, swallowed, and looked back at Phantom. âUm- a- a friend of mine- superboy, he accidentally used his X-ray vision and he⊠sawâŠâ He trailed off, possibly noticing Phantomâs less than friendly air.Â
Heâd risen again, floating a couple inches off the ground and crossing his arms to hide the shaking in his hands. Maybe if he⊠if he told them⊠theyâd understand just how bad the GIW was. The final nail in the coffin. Heâd met a lot of these vigilantes before, they seemed nice enough, besides, how long did he really think he could hide the truth from them? As long as they didnât know he was Danny, as long as Danny didnât have to look them in the eye and pretend he didnât know they knew, itâd be fine.
âIt is not an autopsy scar.â Phantom managed to say.
Red Robin frowned. âBut he said it was-â
âIt is NOT an autopsy scar.â He said, pressing his eyes shut tight, voice commanding. Waiting for his rage to settle a moment, he continued. âIt is a testament to how far the GIW will go to get what they want.â He looked each vigilante in the eye (sort of), waiting for it to sink in. âAutopsies happen after youâve died. I assure you,â He inhaled sharply. âDanny was very much alive- and awake- when that happened.â
âWhat the fuck.â Red Robin breathed. Phantom waited, unsure of what was about to happen. Red Hood was frozen, his toxic ectoplasm signature flared as his fingers stretched for his guns.
Spoiler gasped. âThatâs fucking-â
âVivisection.â Robin finished coldly.
Everyoneâs reactions were similar; anger, despair, confusion. Batman pinched the bridge of his nose, Robin lowered his katana, jaw dropped slightly, Red Robin was clearly having some kind of inner war, Signal and Spoiler looked between each other and Black Bat who had been staring at Phantom since heâd arrived, and Nightwing- was he crying? It was subtle, barely noticeable, but Danny was sure he heard a sniffle from the manâs direction.
âWhen-â Batman growled, clearing his throat. âWhen did this happen?â
Phantom considered him. Why did it matter? They couldnât go back and make it unhappen. âShortly before his eighteenth birthday.â That was all he needed to say. So why did he find himself continuing? Saying more than necessary? âHe was discovered by some local ghost hunters, drugged, restrained, and experimented on for-â he caught his breath, hesitating only a moment, but Black Bat seemed to catch it. âFor almost two months. The-â
âFUCK!âÂ
The group startled as something shattered across the cave. Startled, Danny turned to Hood whoâd grabbed the nearest thing and thrown it across the room- hitting a glass window around what seemed to be a med bay. The man breathed heavily, his toxic ecto-signature continued to rise.Â
âHood-â Batman started.
Phantom cut him off. âHood. Relax, Dannyâs fine.â He pushed as much Safe-Protected-Healed-Calm-Relax into his words as he could and it seemed to work, the manâs shoulder untensed a bit and his hands stopped resting on his guns. Phantom could feel everyoneâs eyes on him but he didnât want Hood to feel them so he continued. âIâm not going to let anything happen to him, and if you lot do your job right, the GIW wonât be able to try anything ever again.â
It was touching that Hood was angry on Dannyâs behalf, but he didnât need it- not really. He wasnât as naive as heâd been five years ago- wouldnât let anyone close enough to trick him again. Heâd warded the apartment he lived in heavily, no one with ecto-weapons could get inside, heâd warded it against specific people as well- Jack and Maddie, the GIW agents he knew of, Vlad, the list went on.Â
âWho were the ghost hunters?â Red Robin asked, typing on the batcomputer furiously.
Danny wanted to be mad about the question (how dare he ask about them, the people whoâd ruined him, whoâd taken all his trust and cradled it close to their chest with loving smiles only to crush it under their boot and cut into it and-) but it effectively took everyoneâs attention away from Hood, allowing the man to calm down without anyone staring at him. Phantom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before admitting to a truth heâd run from for years. âHis parents.â
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Damian was having a good night overall. Heâd invited Nightingale- well, the Nightingaleâs, he supposed, over and got to spend a great deal of time with Miguel and Santiago. Santiago was a bit younger than Damian and they didnât have much in common, but the boy's love of animals allowed them to maintain conversation throughout the night. Todd had been acting strange throughout dinner and in the barn, but Damian had shrugged it off, it was Todd after all. He was fine.
Later in the night Drakeâs paramour was also acting strange but Damian did not care. Heâd enjoyed showing Miguel and Santiago around his home, introducing them to his animals, and talking with them extensively about the concept of vigilantes, heroes, and anti-heroes.Â
When theyâd all been called into the cave and heâd been filled in on the conversation with Nightingale at the dinner table, heâd felt confident that Phantom would be able to answer their questions. Nightingale had an aversion to talking about his past before Gotham, specifically his hometown and his parents, and while Todd made an excellent point about all of them having complicated relationships with parents, it made them all curious about what could have caused Nightingaleâs complicated relationship with his parents.
After all, it was unlikely his parents were assassins, or circus performers whoâd been murdered, or a supervillain, or had sold him out to the Joker who killed him so-
âHis parents.â
Okay so the likelihood that his parents were in fact supervillains and had sold him to someone evil was actually very high. Throughout the entire conversation Damian had felt his blood pressure rising. Nightingale was one of the few respectable people heâd met since moving to Gotham. He was intelligent, kind, good with animals and kids, and respected those around him.
Who in their right mind would hurt Nightingale intentionally? He heard his sentiment echoed around the room as his family processed what exactly Phantom had just admitted. Drakeâs incessant tapping on the keyboard had stopped, his jaw clenched tight in a way that mirrored fatherâs expression. And yet, despite how upset everyone looked- Richardâs expression made him wonder if the man might be crying- Cassandra looked sadder than them all.
Her ability to read body language was one heâd long coveted, but in that moment he wasnât sure he wanted to know what Phantomâs body language was saying.Â
âYou can look, but youâre unlikely to find anything about them.â Phantom continued. âIâve had my best people wipe anything about Dannyâs hometown from the internet. They built his new identity and he is here under my protection.â
âSo you are the friend who asked Danny to come to Gotham and help out?â Brown asked.
Phantom gave a strained smile. âAs a matter of fact, I am not. Danny does whatever he wants, I simply⊠gave him a new identity to do so. Not that I did the hard work, Technus and a friend of Dannyâs did that.â
Damian wanted to know everything about Nightingale. He didnât want to know anything about Nightingale. Two sides of his desire warred inside him. His desire to know everything about everyone at all times fought his side that wanted to believe someone as kind as Nightingale had never suffered such hardships.
He knew that sentiment was childish, he wasnât a child, but why must every kind person he meet go through unimaginable pain?Â
âWe must bring his parents to justice.â Damian gritted out.
Phantom gave him a sad look. âUnfortunately, everything that both his parents and the GIW did, are completely legal. Due to Dannyâs death he both produces and consumes ectoplasm. Until the Anti-Ecto-Acts are repealed and Ectoplasmic beings are protected, nothing can be done.â
âBut once we do, we must bring his parents to justice. Who are they? What are their names?â Damian demanded.
Giving the same sad smile, Phantom shook his head. âUntil the Acts are overturned and protection is given to all ectoplasmic beings I will not be giving out that information.â Damian started to speak but Phantom spoke over him. âI really must be going- I was in the middle of something when you called. If you give me your phone Hood, I can give you my direct line instead of my summoning line.â
Todd, whoâd calmed down from his earlier tantrum, handed his phone over immediately and watched as Phantom typed in his number presumably.
âIf you have more questions, message me.â He directed to Batman, handing Hoodâs phone back. âAnd if you ever need something handsome, call me.â He winked before a swirling green portal opened behind him and he sank back into it as it swallowed him.
Once the portal had disappeared, Damian looked to his father who was deep in thought. Typically the entire family would start talking, petering, asking questions, all at once, but for once, they were all quiet, waiting for Batman to say something.
âI have a meeting with the Justice League tomorrow, we will discuss all of this including what weâve learned tonight. Hood, if you wouldnât mind giving me Phantomâs number so I can invite him to the meeting, I would appreciate it.â Father moved towards the computer where Drake was still working. âI want everything you can find on Daniel Nightingaleâs original identity, where heâs from, his parents, everything.â
âB, Iâve been working on this for months I canât-â
âRed Robin.â Father spoke lowly. âDo what you can. I want tabs kept on Danny Nightingale at all times, we have no way of knowing how fast the GIW will work to get him back. No one goes alone, we patrol in pairs until this is sorted, understood?â
Everyone nodded, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Damian had to agree with their sentiment. He had no desire to be held back from patrolling his own route solo but knew there was no getting around his fatherâs paranoia.Â
âUh- I work alone.â Thomas said, raising his hand uncomfortably.
Batman considered this for a moment. âCheck ins with Oracle every fifteen minutes- no exceptions.âÂ
Thomas sighed, nodding in agreement. âYeah okay.â
âFather, this is ridiculous. Surely the GIW is not such a danger to us?â Damian understood caution, but this was a bit much- bordering on how he behaved when Joker was loose.
âActually-â Todd scratched the back of his head, his helmet held under his arm. âTechnically a lot of us probably fall under the GIW guidelines. I definitely do with the whole âdead then notâ thing, and you and Cass grew up around the pits- itâs pretty likely we all have a bit of an ecto signature or whatever.â
Father grunted. âPatrol in teams. Check ins every fifteen minutes. Do not approach unknownâs alone. Understood?â
âYes, father.â Damian replied emotionlessly.
Heâd find whoever had done this to Nightingale and heâd make them pay for it.
~~~
âMiguel? Santi? Iâm back!â
Danny had portalled back to his apartment, changed into comfier clothes, and made the short trip across the hall to the boysâ apartment. Theyâd given him permission after the incident with their bio dad to walk into the apartment without knocking but he still made sure to announce himself when he did.
Something in the apartment was different though- colder- and dread settled in his stomach when he received no response.
âBoys?â He turned the corner into the living room. âIâm ho-â
âOh hey, Danny, you look young- itâs like looking into a mirror. Ten years ago.â
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The Pull Of You - Part 7
Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes
Soulmates - Feeling the pull between each other indicates a bond. A kiss confirms it.
Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's t-shirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.
Chapter Summary: It's been 48 hours and the cracks are starting to show.
Chapter Warning: Mentions of injuries and being held captive.
âLook I know you donât want me to say it but I think we should head back to the compound and regroup.â Rhodey advised cautiously.
It was at that moment that Bucky lost it. Heâd done his court mandated therapy and heâd committed weekly sessions ever since. The elders in Wakanda had taught various relaxation techniques. Heâd been keeping his emotions in check or so he thought. With you gone they had bubbled to the surface and now spilled over into what Sam had nicknamed the murder strut and he was headed in Rhodeyâs direction. Clint and Pietro blocked his path.
âMove.â He growled.
âNot happening.â Clint replied.
âMove or Iâll move you.â
âTouch him and Iâll put a bullet in your head.â Snapped Natasha.
âYeah, well Iâll spit it out.â
âWhy didnât you have her six?â
âWatch your damn mouth Romanoff!â Steve snapped âYou know damn well how he feels about her! You saw her body cam footage. He went to her. She pushed him away.â
âAnd here we are. My best friend gone!â
âRhodey might have a point. Itâs been over twenty-four hours, nearly forty-eight. Weâre going round in circles here. Weâre the best there is. We havenât missed anything. There are no leads, even within two miles of here. We already know theyâve removed her trackers and ditched her camera. We need to discuss other options, maybe call in some help.â
âWe donât need help.â Steve snapped âWe, we need, we need.â
Steve stuttered over his words, a lump forming in his throat and tears in his eyes. Buckyâs shoulders slumped and he turned towards Steve pulling him in for a fierce hug.
Vision and Wanda stood quietly watching the back and forth between the team.
âI can feel their pain. All of them, as well as my own. This could tear us apart again.â Wanda whispered to her soulmate. She glanced up at vision to see his head tilt slightly.
âVis? What is it?â
âI have a theory.â
MeanwhileâŠâŠâŠ..
Pain is the first thing youâre aware of. Everything hurts. Your head probably hurts the most. You canât open your eyes. You try but realise your eyelids are being held down. A weighted eye mask or tape perhaps?
A wave of panic spread over you and you soon knew that the breathing that came with panicking was not a good idea. A shooting pain went up your side. Broken ribs.
For fucks sake, you thought to yourself. You decided to get your shit together and allowed your training to takeover.
Smell. Damp. Musty. Sound. Tripping. Water. Voices and a radio but far away. Sight. Stuck. Feel. Pain. Body check. Toes not broke. Ankles. Damaged sprain or low level breaks. Also bound to each and whatever Iâm on. Legs bruised. Broken cocsic. Ribs broken. One shoulder dislocated. Arms bruised. Left possibly broken. Hands. Bruised and bound. Right possibly broken. Fingers. Two on left hand broken. Neck pain. Eyes still stuck. Head injury. Possible concussion.
You sighed. Fuck my life.
You tried to separate your ankles but met resistance. The same came again with your wrists. You tried to lean forward but couldnât move. Youâd been tied repeatedly. Excessively and well too. Youâd extracted agents that had been captured before and, although you couldnât see yourself, you knew youâd been tied up more than they had. Clearly your reputation proceeded you. You could get in and out of anywhere and you taught others how to do the same.
Being good at breaking and entering, youâd become an escape expert in various ways and you could also slip out of knots, cuffs and traps but that wasn't common knowledge, and yet here you were.
How did they know to tie you up so well? Think.
They knew your skill set. They knew you. Realisation washed over you. They KNEW you.
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Since I finally finished my sketchbook hereâs some highlights :)
I blame the Crow for my new podcast blorbosâŠ
(The last one is under the cut bc it looks AWESOME but it has a significant amount of blood/gore and self harm imagery)
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Dont stop!
Geto x F!Reader
A/n: This is how I imagine fucking geto for the first time would be like Warnings: 18+ Rough fucking, literal porn, sub space, squirting, breeding kink, mating press, unprotected sex.
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Geto. Geto. Geto. Geto
He was consuming you, you couldn't think of anything else at this point. His smell was intoxicating, you wanted to bury your nose into it again and again, and you needed to say something. Something about how good you felt right now, something about how delicious he looks, but your brain was fuzzy from the pleasure and all that came out of your mouth was incoherent babbles.Â
âShit, Look at you. You arenât even making any Goddamn sense.â Geto avowed. âYou like it when I fuck you stupid, huh? Knew weâd have so much fun together when I met you.â He pressed your thighs down so they are flushed against your chest, effectively folding you in half into a brutal mating press. The new angle has you squirming against his hold due to the new tickling feeling it created in your stomach.Â
How did you even get here? You had no idea that your crush on your raven-haired classmate would turn into.... this. Sure you dreamed about it, but no amount of fucking yourself with a dildo could ever prepare you for the real thing, this was, euphoric.
âCome on, talk to me y/n, tell me how good you feel, how good im fucking youâ
Geto groaned, keeping up his brutal pace, his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. He was close, and you were as well. You could practically taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue and your hips bucked up to meet Geto in a weak attempt to match his pace.
God he was beautiful; sweat making strands of his black hair stick to his forehead, muscles in his stomach flexing with every thrust, tongue wetting his bottom lip.Â
âSâgood,â you slur out, âmâso happy..huuhâŠâIt was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots. With every brush of the tip of his dick against your cervix, black spots filled your vision and pushed you closer to your high. With a choke gasp, you felt the pleasure come to a crescendo and warm liquid spray out of you and onto the Geto's abdomen.
"Oh shit!" He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He buries himself deep into your creamy pussy, relishing in the warm feeling of your pussy gripping him, before pumping a heavy load of warm cum into you.
Your body trembled from the overwhelming hotness and he smoothed a hand over your bloating stomach.
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rafe bullying you during sex until you cry and feeling a little bad when youâre still crying after and you get to have sweet-ish rafe >>>>
heâs so mean đŁđŁ
CW: cry baby!reader, mean!bully!rafe, soft!rafe, unprotected sex, degrading and praise.
âwhy the fuck are you cryinâ huh? so fuckinâ pathetic, canât even take my cock without turning into a little crybaby.â
rafeâs harsh words have more tears spilling down your cheeks. he was usually mean during sex, and you didnât mind it, but he was being so mean today, and you werenât sure why.
you hiccup, sniffling as you try and calm your breathing and get the tears under control. âi-iâm s-sorry⊠i- it hurts, r-rafe.â
âit hurts r-rafe,â he mocks, his hips never slowing their pace as he pounds himself inside you. âtoughen the fuck up wonât ya?â
your arms wrap around his neck and you dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back. he hisses in a breath when he feels your long nails break the skin, âfuck, love fuckinâ this sweet cunt, love the way your nails dig into my back, youâre nothinâ but a hole for me to use, yeah?â
his hips pick up in speed, the swollen head of his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot causing more tears to blur your vision. he was making you feel so good, but his words stung, heâd never made you feel so fucking worthless, like maybe he really did only view you as a hole for him to use, an outlet to get his frustrations out. you choke out a sob, your orgasm ripping through you hard, making your body shake and more tears flow uncontrollably down your face.
âthatâs it, cum all over my cock. make a fuckinâ mess, such a good little slut.â
his hips begin to stutter, thrusts growing sloppier before he swells inside you, his dick pulsing as he cums deep inside you.
he stills completely, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, soft kisses being left on your slick skin. he slowly pulls himself from inside you, rolling off of you and onto his back.
you pull away from him, rolling onto your side and curling yourself into a fetal position, silent sobs wracking your body. youâre not even sure why youâre still crying, you know he probably didnât mean any of the things he said⊠right? he couldnât have actually meant all the mean and degrading things he said..
rafe places a gentle hand on your shoulder, rolling you to face him. his chest tightens when he sees the tears still flowing freely down your face. âhey.. talk to me, whatâs wrong?â
your blood shot eyes meet his, âyou.. you were being s-so mean⊠more than usual.. i-i just need a minute.â
rafe canât help but feel guilty, he was frustrated when you came over, but he didnât mean to take it all out on you. he knew you liked being degraded, but maybe he did take it too far this time.
he gently wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. he holds you tightly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head and softly running his fingers up and down your back.
âhey, iâm sorry.. i-i didnât mean to take it too far, alright? i was just frustrated when you got here, and i know you donât mind when iâm rough and degrading, but.. i guess i did take it too far.â
you sniff, burying your face deeper into his chest and inhaling his intoxicating scent. âsâfine. i-i just didnât know if you actually meant all the mean things you were saying.. like am i just really a hole for you to use? do you not actually love me?â
rafe pushes you back, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. âabsolutely not. i love you, more than iâve ever loved anyone, alright? never ever think i donât. iâm sorry, baby.â
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call me if you're lonelyâĄ
old man!logan howlett x phone sex hotline worker!reader
cw: dirty talk, mutual masturbation
author's note: very short. just an idea that came to mind.
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this is so desperate, logan thought to himself as he dialed the number written on the fourth page in the second column. in pretty cursive words it read, call me if you're lonely!
your number had been living in the back of his head for almost a month now but he never got this close to calling it. in the column, it's written that you are a college student working on your masters degree and that you are very popular within your profession as a phone sex hotline worker. honestly, logan didn't care if you just started yesterday. he's been so stressed and overworked lately that he needs a release soon. logan waited as the phone rang after entering his card information. he's sat up on the old mattress under him, waiting patiently to see if anyone answers.
on the third ring, someone picks up.
"thanks for calling, hush hotline." you say, giving him the typical welcome speech before jumping straight in. "what would ya' like me to call you tonight, sugar?"
the sweet tone in your voice made logan's boxers feel tighter. resting his hand on top of his heavy cock, squeezing lightly and slowly stroking himself over the thin material.
"james is fine, honey." logan mutters.
"i like the way you call me, honey." you purr, getting relaxed in bed.
you had a long day; woke up late, missed class, messed up during important meeting at work and needed to blow off some steam. normally, the people you talk to over the phone don't have an effect on you, instead opting to fake it and offer phony pornstar like moans but something made you want to give it another shot.
"is that so?"
the stranger's voice was rough around the edges. deep, cold, straight to the point. it sent a shiver up your spine. usually, your customers were weak. willing to give into your every word and fully submit to you.
"mhm," you hum, lightly running your fingers up and down your thigh. "so, what's gotcha call in tonight, james? rough day at work or you just wanna hear me touch myself for you?"
"bit of both." he was already lost in this little world between the two of you.
âaw, canât wait to make you feel good." you tell him, playing with the lace of your underwear. "wanna hear what i'm wearing right now?"
"mhm." he grunts.
"a white t-shirt and lacy blue underwear. wish you were here to take them off of me." you sigh, slipping your hand under the waistband.
"what would you do if i was there right now?"
"hmm, think i'd start by kissing you, making sure you get nice and hard for me then i would beg you to fuck my tight throat for hours. are you hard for me right now?"
"y-yes." logan sighs, trying to slow down a bit.
"that's sweet, james. got me blushing just thinkin' about it." you run your middle finger through your folds, gathering the slick and circling your button a couple times.
"just blushing?" he teases, catching you off guard.
"not 'just blushing'." you giggle softly. "you also got me r-reallyâah, fuck! really soaked."
logan could hear the obscene squeak of you dipping your fingers inside of yourself. his chest moves up and down at the same rhythm as his strokes. your pretty little gasps made it difficult for him not to release right away.
"s-shit, honey." he groans, listening to the small wet slaps of you fucking yourself. "wanna taste that pussy of yours. i'm sure it's as sweet as that fuckin' mouth you got on you, honey."
never have you actually gotten wet from the men that call you. most of them let you do all the talking, only offering moans and whimpers. you couldn't quite place a finger on it but something about james was doing it for you.
"w-wish it was you inside of me instead of my fingers." you whine, tickling the spot that makes your vision blur.
"bet you would look so pretty wrapped around my cock, honey."
"i would look even prettier with you dripping out of me." faintly, you can hear him shuffling around, trying to stifle his groans. "don't hide yourself, baby. wanna hear you."
like a rubber band, something snapped inside of logan. unable to control his noises anymore, he's fucking his fist faster than before, chasing after every little moan you let out.
you move to rubbing your button switching occasionally, picturing the man that you believe james to be. a little older and rugged. maybe even someone your father would be friends with. someone you would definitely have a secret crush on.
logan's hips thrusted with need. the louder you got, the faster his orgasm was approaching. he had to hold off, he thought to himself. hear you cum first. by the broken whines and little hiccups you let out, he could tell you were only moments away from your release.
"f-fuck, i'm so close." you squeal, legs shaking a little as you near your high.
"me too, honey."
within seconds, your head is thrown back against the silky pillow case. the sheets under you were drenched but you were too full of bliss to care. logan finally allowed himself to let go as well, pearly white spurts coating his lower stomach and even some landing on his tank top. it's quiet for a minute or so before your little giggles can be heard on the other end of the line.
"something funny?" he asks, confused.
"no, no, it's just..." you giggle again with a sigh. "ever since i started this job, no one's ever made me orgasm. at least not like that."
"hm.." logan couldn't fight off the smile creeping on his face. "might need to call more often then."
"i'll be looking forward to it."
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âFIRST TIMEâS GOTTA BE SOFT!â
WIND BREAKER + SOFT SEX. ft. togame jo, kiryu mitsuki, hayato suo, & sakura haruka x f!reader
req 1 ïŸreq 2 ïŸ nsfw + explicit smut ïŸ contains : dry humping, praise, very mild teasing, overstim, you cum from just putting it in, size kink / big dick!togame, fingering, squirting, pet names
TOGAME JO.
âGotta relax,â Togame coos from just above you, leaning down onto his forearms to press hot kisses against the side of your neck. âAnd just lemme in, yeah?â
You take in a sharp breath, embrace tightening around your boyfriendâs neck as he sinks himself deeper inside, inch by inch. Your thighs are trembling atop his shoulders as you try your hardest to just relax and let him in like he said, ignoring how your cunt feels so impossibly fullâ and oh- heâs only halfway in.
You always knew Togame was a big person, and that it implied he would be big thereâŠbut actually trying to take him was a completely different story. You think he might actually be splitting you in half.
âJ-Jo,â your eyes clench shut as you whimper. âBigâŠâ
âShhh, shh, shh,â he coos softly against your sensitive skin before heâs messily kissing and licking at your neck in an attempt to distract you from the agonizing stretch. âI know. âS okay, doll. Doing so good for me.â
âSo bigâŠâ you repeat, voice sounding just as cute as always to him, so sweet and syrupy and innocentâ even when youâre practically being folded underneath him like this. His cock suddenly reaches a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and you cry out, walls instinctively clenching tightly around his length.
And you think the growl that rips out of togame is borderline carnal. âOh, fuck,â he grits through clenched teeth. âCareful. Donât do thaâ donât squeeze me in like that.â
âS-sorry,â you pant, arms wrapped around him tightly. You think you might be feeling dizzy, or maybe just sensitiveâ it feels weird. Electrifying. You can feel everything so vividly right now, and maybe itâs because youâve never taken anything this big inside, but the way your core has balled up into such a tight and intense knot is different than usual.
âJoâŠ..waiââ
âShit, doll,â heâs snarling from above you. âNot letting me in.. just a little more, âkay?â
The knot seems to tighten up impossibly more when he pushes a bit forward, and your eyes widen, the realization suddenly hitting you like a truck. âWait!â
Your words come out a second too late, and heâs already pushing the last few inches inside all at once. He presses up against the spot that makes you gasp, vision clouded with white as the knot in your core abruptly snaps, head falling back as you scream.
âWhoaâ whoa, youâreâŠ? â Togame stiffens up, eyes blown wide when your walls violently clench around him before youâre suddenly gushing, juices coating his cock and thighs in a messy layer of slick.
Youâre gasping under him, chest heaving up and down as you come down from your high, and a part of him wishes he could have gone back in time and recorded that. He wouldâve caught the way your face contorted at the fullness and catch how youâre looking nowâ eyes half lidded as you pant and tremble.
It wouldâve been such a treat to save a video like that.
Heâs suddenly aching, and he thinks that just sitting inside you like this wasnât gonna be enough for him now. Togameâs looming back over you in an instant, labored breaths just above you as you peer up at him through teary eyes. âI didnât mean to,â you start babbling. âWas just too much. Came so fast- I-â
âHavenât even moved yet, doll,â he lulls, the amusement in his eyes obvious from the way heâs watching your lips press into a nervous line. âToo early for you to be squirting on me, donât you think?â
The burn on your cheeks worsens, and you think you could die of embarrassmentâ but the excited flutter of your walls is practically shameless, and it doesnât go unnoticed by him. âFeeling good on my dick?â
â..Good enough for another one?â
Your eyes widen, and heâs pulling out slowly until just the tip is inside before he slams back, and the noise you choke out has his cock just twitching in anticipation.
âLet me join you this time, yeah?â
KIRYU MITSUKI.
âMy pretty girl,â Kiryu smiles when you perk up at the nickname. âAre you nervous?â
His voice is a soft whisper against the shell of your ear, hands steady on your hips as he guides you back and forth across his cock, your slick coating him in thick and messy layers. âJust a little bit..â you mumble, face buried deep into the crook of his neck.
Youâre so wet. You were never this wet when you touched yourself, and truth be told, you didnât know it was possible to be this soaked. The sounds of your pants and Kiryuâs deep sighs are drowned out by the lewd noises your cunt is making when youâre humping so desperately against him, face contorting each time your clit grinds against his tip.
He hasnât even gone inside you. Not his fingers, not his cock. Nothingâ and youâre aching so badly for it.
âAh!â You gasp when his cock suddenly twitches against you, slapping against your clit before heâs pulling you right back down, moving you back and forth with a little more urgency this time.
âAh, sorry,â Kiryuâs chuckle comes out strained, his jaw clenched tightly. âItâs a little hard to control myself, I guess. You just feel so good, love. Canât help it..â
A part of you is thankful that his lights are off. the faint glow of Kiryuâs gaming leds are just barely enough to illuminate the two of you, and it gives you the courage you need to sneak glances downwards, eyes catching the way the muscles of his arms flex as he guides your hips back and forth.
Itâs only when your gaze shifts further downwards that you notice it. Tue subtle flex of his abs, and just below, his hips. Completely soaked in your slick. Were you really that wet? Your thighs are also trembling more wildly now, and youâre unsure if itâs because youâve been hovering over him for so long or if itâs because he feels so good against you.
Another part of you thinks itâs because of nervesâ his voice sending a shiver straight down your spine each time he whispers something so lewd into your ears.
âI-itâs okay,â you stutter, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. âWant more, Suki.â
âHmmm?â His hum comes out amused. âMore? Can you handle more?â
He chuckles a bit when you nod without even a small trace of hesitation. âBut youâre shaking so much.â
Kiryu is certain heâs fallen in love with you all over again. His gaze softens at the sight of you, watching with a smile as your shaky hands move to shyly line his cock up with your hole, thighs trembling even harder trying to keep balance without his help. Itâs only a few seconds later when youâre letting out a distracted whine, pleading eyes coming to lock with his. âSuki..â
âI know. Leave everything to me, angel,â he says with a soft smile, grunting when he adjusts his position on his mattress, hands coming to steady your hips.
âLet me know if it's too much, okay?â
HAYATO SUO.
âMmm,â Suo lets out a slow hum from beside you, chin rested gently atop your shoulder and his eyes fixated on the way his fingers are moving in and out of your dripping cunt. âI donât think youâre quiet ready yet.â
Your eyebrows furrowâ not ready? This had to be the third, or maybe even the fourth. Youâve lost count of the exact number of orgasms heâs pulled from you tonight with just his fingers, but youâre certain it was more than enough to prep you.
âNoâŠ.â your protest comes out strained, voice weak and weary, but your cunt seems to be the oppositeâ still greedy, still eagerly swallowing his fingers whole and sucking him right back inside each time heâs trying to pull them back. Youâre gushing with every curl of his fingers, slick lewdly dripping onto your mattress to form a puddle right beneath the two of you.
âPleaseâŠ.need youâ need you so bad,â you babble, unsure if your words are coming out coherent with how hot your head feels. âPlease, please, please.â
His lips tug into a gentle smile, eyes softening at your current state. â..And what is it that you need?â
Heâs feigning innocence, but he swears heâs not being mean to you. He would never, not when youâre asking him so sweetly, crystalline tears collecting along your lashes from the overstimulationâ but he knows the extent of your greed. fingers arenât enough for you.
âY-you. Need you.â
The soft chuckle that leaves his lips has your cheeks filling with heat, but you donât get to wallow in embarrassmentâ not when youâre gasping loudly as soon as heâs pressing against your ass, heavy cock rubbing against you. He feels so big against you, and you think your senses have been heightened from how clearly you can feel each and every vein on his cock drag along your skin.
âThis?â he asks. âYou can have it. Iâm yours, after all.â
Youâre quick to shake your head, looking almost too innocent for someone whoâs making such a mess on your sheets just for some dickâ and he hasnât even stuffed you full yet.
âNoâ not like that. Need it inside..â you whisper, voice trailing off into a needy and frustrated whine.
âOh? You meant inside?â
You ignore the way your cheeks burn at the suggestion, head nodding desperately. Heâs humming when his hands come to delicately circle at your clit, cock slick with your juices when he finally prods at your hole. Itâs slow and steady when he pushes inside, forcing himself deeper and deeper as your eyes widen, strained moan ripping from your throat at the stretch.
âYou should have specified, love,â he coos, but his voice comes out a little breathless from the way youâre squeezing him. It takes everything in him to go slow for youâ inch inside until his cock is finally nestling against your cervix, and oh- youâve never felt so stuffed.
âYou okay?â Suo exhales shakily, hands subconsciously tightening their grip around your hips.
Youâre barely able to choke out a âw-wait,â tired eyes narrowing and blinking to rid of the dizzying stars dotting your vision. ââM not sure.â
Suoâs lips are back on your neck the next second, planting a wet trail of kisses up the skin as you shiver beneath his hold. âYou can handle me, pretty girl. I know you can. Iâm already inside, arenât I?â
Your walls flutter eagerly against him at the sound of his voice just beside your ear, and you nod, mumbling something about how you wanna try, and that he feels so goodâ you just arenât sure you can take it.
âSure you can. And you know exactly what to say if itâs too much, donât you? My sweet girl.â
SAKURA HARUKA.
Sakuraâs hands roughly slam beside your head, face contorting to a grimace as he inches inside, your walls sucking him up with desperation. His face is red with heat, jaw clenched so hard that he thinks he can hear the way his teeth are grinding against each otherâ but you just feel so good. Heâs drunk on the feeling, and he hasnât even gone all the way in yet.
âAhâ!â You gasp when his hips stutter against you, the rest of his length slamming inside as he chokes out a strained groan.
He never would have guessed that heâd be buried in your cunt by the end of today. It started off as a sweet movie date, with you cuddled against his side as you shared snacks. He doesnât quite remember how that led to such a heated make out session, or how the two of you starting marking each other upâ lips attached to the otherâs neck, or even how that led to desperately grinding against each other ⊠and now heâs sinking his cock into you.
âS-shit, sorry,â he sputters, hands balling into fists as he forces himself to keep still. His cock twitches once, twice, so eager and desperate for more of youâ but he holds himself back. He would never ever dream of hurting you.
âDid that hurt..?â
You shake your head.
âNeed you, Haru,â you whine, and your arms reach to wrap around his neck, pulling him flush against youâ but you accidentally pull him deeper inside, both pairs of eyes widening when his cock roughly shoves against the deepest spot inside you.
âFuckââ his voice is just above a growl. âDonât fucking do that.â
âBut I want all of y-you,â your voice is so sweet, so soft, and itâs a challenge for him for hold back the knot threatening to snap in his core. You feel so damn good, so fucking goodâ he just canât handle it.
âNo,â he protests, lips parted in heavy pants. âDonât know if i can hold myself back if you act like that.â
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More of bsf!theo when people think your dating I beg
Also can I be đŠ anon?
âmate, i canât believe you two still havenât fucked.â blaise remarks with a chuckle of disbelief. theo, leaning back on the couch in the dimly lit common room, narrows his fierce eyes as he glares at blaise. âoh, donât be ridiculous, blaise. obviously they have.â draco chimes in, scoffing and rolling his eyes in a snobbish manner. âwhat the fuck are you two on about? weâre just friends, alright? nothinâ more.â theo snaps back, his fingers restlessly tapping on the leather couch with his lips pressed together in a thin line. mattheo then joins the conversation, much to theoâs growing frustration.
âright. well, and enzo is my friend but i donât slap his ass every time he walks by. but that might just be me!â
âi mean⊠you could if you wantedââ
âhey, guys!â you unawarely interrupt with a cheerful tone, abruptly cutting off enzoâs sentence as the boys look startled at your sudden presence, too immersed in their conversation to have noticed you walk in. a smug, lopsided smirk spreads on theoâs faceâ not only because his mood instantly brightens the moment he sees you, but also because heâs relieved that the awkward conversation finally came to an end.
theo swiftly grasps your hand and pulls you onto his lap, causing you to stumble clumsily onto him, eliciting a soft giggle from you. yet, you canât help but sense that the atmosphere feels slightly⊠off. you quickly begin to wonder why the group has fallen into dead silence instead of continuing their conversation, and from your peripheral vision, you notice their burning, staring eyes fixed on both of you.
âhmm. good morning, bellaâ theo murmurs in a deep, raspy morning voice, quickly pulling you out of your puzzled trance. you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, giving him a quick kiss on the cheekâ a familiar greeting between you and your best friend. you feel theoâs firm hands trail down to your ass, before casually slipping them into the pockets of your jeans.
mattheo suddenly coughs, his voice dropping to a muttered whisper, âjust friends⊠yeah right.â in response, you hear enzo and blaise snicker softly, unable to hide their amusement. theo mutters a quiet dickheads under his breath, which makes you cock your head in confusion as your eyes uneasily dart around the room. âso uhm⊠what were you guys talking about just now?â ânothinâ you should worry your pretty head over, piccola.â
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need you now
in which an impulsive voicemail leads to some secrets being spilled.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader. warnings/tags: angst (sorry iâm incapable of being nice lol) hurt/comfort tho!! lil bit of fluff too because i AM capable of being nice, alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism (iâm literally just a girlâŠ) spencer and reader are broken up :( but theyâre still sooo in love and itâs soo obvious so itâs fine!! (also it kind of gets fixed at the end-ish. youâll see *evil smirk*) reader cries a lot (real) spencer is a cutie (as always) spencer and reader sleep togetherâŠno like literally, not in a funny business way, some swearing, no use of y/n!!! wc: 3k a/n: hihihi!! so this is my first fan fiction iâve wrote and completed ever (gulp) itâs also my first time publishing one (gulp) my writing could definitely be better and so could my grammar tbh but i HOPE if you choose to read youâll enjoyâŠfeedback is always appreciated (plsplspls) also like requests?? if anyoneâs into thatâid love to write more but inspo is difficult sometimes. if thereâs any spelling mistakes im sorry, eye am very tired!! itâs 5am *eye twitching* okay iâm going to sleep, gootbye IF U SAW ME EDITING THIS 5 TIMES NO U DIDNT (iâm bad at tumblr ok..)
âHi. This is Doctor Spencer Reid. Iâm not available right now, but leave a message and Iâll get back to you as soon as I canâŠâ
His tinny voice cut off to make way for the signature beep of the beginning of a voicemail recording.
You could hang up nowâyou should hang up now, save yourself some dignity and go drown your sorrows in alcohol like a normal person instead of calling your ex-boyfriend.
You should, but your mouth was opening before your finger could reach the hang-up button, andâŠand it was a losing battle from the moment you clicked on Spencerâs icon.
âUhâhi, itâsâŠitâs me.â You huffed out a sad laugh.
âSo, um, IâŠI tried calling, but you didnât answer soâŠâ The static buzz of silence hummed through your ear, just inches from where you held your phone with a shaky grip. âmaybe youâre on a case or out with friends, or someone elseââ You let the implication hang in the airâthe thought of Spencer potentially being in a relationship bringing a lump to your throat.
You swallowed it down.
âI justâŠI just had an unbelievably shitty day, Spence.â You sniffed, wiping the moisture that had escaped from your eye with your sweater sleeve. âI know youâve never read A Series of Unfortunate Events but I think Iâd give those kids a run for their money.â You tried to laugh but it came out as more of a sob.
You inhaled shakily, trying to collect yourself and remember why on earth you thought it would be a good idea to call Spencer when youâd been broken up for months. Hell, you hadnât heard from him at all since you had parted waysâexcept from the odd text about returning each othersâ things. It was obvious he had moved on, and here you were, filling up his voicemail with blubbering messages and making references to adolescent books.
âGod, sorry about this.â You breathed out a watery chuckle. âI justâŠdidnât want to be alone, I guess. But thatâs-um-not your problem anymore, so IâmâIâm sorry. Have a nice night.â Your voice cracked and you hung up before you could start weeping down the line. You didnât need to look even more pathetic.
You pulled your phone away from your ear, looking down at his contact photo through blurred vision. He was smilingânot the tight, closed lip smile he gave other people, but a full, bright smile that had his dimples showing. One of your hands was wrapped loosely around his neck and the other was holding your phone just far enough away to capture both of your smiles. Your head was rested on top of his shoulder, tilted just slightly to the left so your temple was brushing against his.
It felt like looking at a vintage photographâyou knew those people and their happiness existed at some point in time, but it wasnât tangible; you couldnât verify it was real.
When you were with Spencer, you never doubted how real it was. All you had to was look at him across the room and heâd flash you a smile identical to the one in that photo and youâd justâŠknow.
It felt like forever ago now that youâd been on the receiving end of that grin and it killed you. So much so that before you could consider the repercussions, you were trudging through to your kitchen and grabbing the bottle of whiskey that sat unopened in your cabinet. It had been a presentâfrom Rossi, actually. When Spencer had first introduced you to the team, the older man had given it to you as something of a welcome gift. Of course, he couldnât have known you werenât much of a drinker, and since you wanted to make a good impression (and because you were sure it had cost more than all the alcohol you had consumed in your life combined) you accepted itâdeciding to save it for a rainy day.
You think this qualified.
You grabbed the bottle, a glass, and padded back through to your living room, slumping onto your couch. You filled your glass up a little less than halfway before gulping it down, enjoying the burn in your throatâit was better than the constant thickness.
You poured yourself another glass before turning on the TV. You werenât sure what was playingâit didnât really matter anyway, your vision was already being obscured by tears again.
You thought the pounding was in your head at firstâserves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Only, it wasnât, because moments later the pounding subsided and instead, your apartment door was opening, casting your pitch-black living room in a yellow glow which temporarily blinded you.
You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind hazyâagain, serves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Someone was calling your name, but there was too much sensory input for you to make out who.
You certainly hoped it wasnât a paramedicâmaybe your neighbour had heard you sobbing for the last four hours and decided you needed a wellness check. Then there were hands on your face, and that had you flicking your eyes open, because you recognised those handsâimpossibly soft, with a callus on his trigger finger being the only thing to mar them. Spencer.
âSpencer?â You slurred.
He sighed in exasperation (or relief) and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
âAre you alright? You werenât answering your phone, I thoughtâŠâ He trailed off, worry evident in his voice.
You sat up then, trying to compose yourself even though the room was spinning. Fucking whiskey. You rubbed your eyes haphazardly, blinking until you could finally see.
You shouldâve stayed bleary-eyed. Because nothing could prepare you for the way your breath hitched when you finally saw him. After months of not seeing each other, Spencer was here, sitting on your couch, and he was looking at you like you were something fragile, andâGod, you needed another drink. You turned away from him, reaching for the neck of the bottle as you spoke.
âIâm fine.â
Before you could lift it up, Spencer gently pried your hand away from the bottle with his own, and then slid it across the coffee table with his other.
âYouâre drunk. No more of that, please.â His tone wasnât unkind, but he left no room to argue. You probably wouldâve objected anyway, if it werenât for the way he kept his hand clasped around yours, rubbing soothing circles into your pulse point almost absentmindedly.
You glanced up to himâto stop yourself from staring at your hand in his and how natural it felt, more than anythingâbut that proved to be a mistake too, because he looked just as beautiful as thirty seconds prior and it felt just as natural for him to be sitting next to you on your sofa, but it wasnât natural anymore.
âHow did you get in?â
âMy key.â
âOh.â
Right. The key that he still had because you refused to meet up with him to let him return it. He tried for weeks to contact you, but you ignored him, because getting the key back meant things were finally over. You supposed he could return it nowâmaybe thatâs why he came in the first place.
âWhy did you come?â You asked, your voice impossibly small.
âYou called.â He repliedâas though he was talking about something as simple as the weather. You call and I come.
You searched in his eyes for any sign of a lie, but of course, there was none. He was being completely genuineâas always. You were the awful ex-girlfriend who left concerning voicemails on his phone and had him travelling to your apartment in the middle of the night only for him to look completely okay with the situationâlike there was nothing heâd rather be doing than making sure you were safe.
You couldnât help the way tears sprung to your eyes or your lip began to tremble as you lolled your head back onto the couch, pulling your gaze away from his.
âAngel, whatâs wrong?â
You liked to consider yourself to be a strong person. You had been through things in your life that were objectively worse than your breakup with Spencer, but something about the gentleness of his tone and the way he had let one of his many (past) petnames for you slip had your throat tightening and you ducked your head into your one handâthe other still seized by Spencerâsâto try and muffle a sob.
âHey,â He trailed his hand that was wrapped around yours up your arm, all the way to your shoulder blade before lightly guiding you towards him. You donât have enough energy in you to fight his magnetic pull, so you shuffle over until you can bury your head into his shirt. You inhale his scent; vanilla, neroli, and so him it makes you ache.
Stopping your tears is futileâyouâd know, theyâd barely ceased all nightâso you just let them fall, seeping into Spencerâs tie as he rubs one hand softly up and down your back, the other cradling the crown of your head.
His breathing is quiet and slowâthe exact opposite of yoursâand you try to imitate itâforcing air into your lungs. When your sobbing has turned to shaky breathing and the occasional sniffle, he speaks up.
âDo you want to talk?â
Talk about what? About what had happened todayâwhat had led you to calling him? Talk about how for the last few months, he had been the only person you had wanted to call?
âNo.â You hated how pitiful you sounded.
âOkay.â
Spencer didnât say anything else for a minuteâyour synchronised breathing being the only thing to stop the room from falling into dead silence.
âYou need to rehydrate.â He murmured, smoothing down your hair.
You hummed into him, in no hurry to unwrap yourself from his body. You probably wouldnât get to be this close to him again, after all.
He moved both of his hands to your biceps, pulling you back slightly so you could look at him. He knitted his brows together in a silent plea which had you rolling your eyes petulantly, your lashes still damp from tears.
âFine.â You peeled yourself off of him, pushing yourself into a standing position. Horrible mistake. You were still incredibly drunk, turns out, and everything was spinning a little bit and come to think of it, you were also nauseous andâ
âCareful, lovely.â Spencer placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, keeping you upright.
andâactually, you were fine now.
He stood too, moving his hand just slightly over to your waist so he could guide you to the kitchen. When he knew you could stand uprightâeven if you were relying mostly on the counter behind youâhe grabbed a glass from your cabinet, moving around effortlessly to pour you some water. The sight was so domestic you almost wanted to cry again. Maybe in some alternate timeline, where you and him couldâve worked, this would be an every day thingâminus the drunk sobbing part, of course.
He handed you the glass of water, watching as you took a few sips. He raised an eyebrow, nodding his head slowly.
âWhole thing, please.â
You let out an exasperated (affectionate) sigh and gulped the rest of it down, setting it on the counter behind you.
âHappy?â
âVery.â
You smirked, trailing your gaze down his body. He was still in his work clothes which, at the very least, meant he wasnât on a date before he came here. He always changed before datesâwell, for you, anyway. You wondered if he had been on any dates since the breakupâyou certainly hadnât. It had been long enough now that it wouldnât be weird for you to start seeing other peopleâbut you didnât want to. You werenât sure youâd ever want to, to be completely honest.
The more you thought about it, the more the whole thing seemed stupid. You didnât want anyone else, you wanted Spencer. You had tried to get over him but if tonight was any indicationâit clearly wasnât working. You canât even remember why you broke up in the first placeâit all seemed so insignificant now. No amount of pain you had ever experienced in your relationship had come close to that of living without him.
You met his eyes once more and it was like he could see the question brewing. He tried to stop you, calling your name in a quiet warning, but you ignored him.
âWhy did we break up?â
He frowned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth with his tongue in that maddening way he did.
âIâyou know whyââ
âNo, but I donât! I know things were difficult sometimes but that doesnât mean it didnât work. It workedâwe worked.â Your eyes were stinging again.
Spencer pressed his index and middle finger into his eye, furrowing his brows.
âI know, I know we worked, angelâbut you were sad all the time, remember? I was gone so often and it wasnât good for you.â His true emotions were indecipherable but his tone was soft, and you wished you could be as calm about this as him. Did he just not care as much as you did?
âBut ItâsâItâs worse nowââ You choked out, tears falling freely now. âI was sad when you were gone, but you always came backâyou donât come back anymore.â
Spencer removed his hand from his face, flexing it at his side like he was uncertain what to do with himself before taking a stride towards you. He brought a hand to your face, wiping the tears from under your eyes delicatelyâlike you were made of porcelain.
âListen, sweetheartâalcohol affects your ability to regulate your emotions and I know right now it might feel worse but that doesnât mean it alwaysââ
âSpencer, stop! Itâs not the fucking alcohol, I miss you! I miss you all of the time! Evenâeven when Iâm having a good dayâI still want youâand especially when Iâwhen I have a bad dayââ You choked out through heaving breaths.
âBreathe.â He urges, cupping your cheek. And youâre so, so angry, and sad, and tired that you have no choice but to shut up and listen to him. When youâve adequately calmed down, he moves his hand to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.
âI donât think we should talk about this tonight but Iââ You open your mouth to protest.
âI promise we can talk about it tomorrow when youâre soberâif you still want to.â
Your lip trembles of its own volition and you frown.
âOf course I want to.â
âOkay,â
âOkay.â
He gives your eyes a final wipe before heâsârather unexpectedlyâpulling you into a hug. You all but melt into him, your head finding its home in his sternum and your arms wrapping around his middle. He tilts his head down, kissing the top of your headâand youâre certain you canât let this go again. You will chain him down before Spencer leaves this apartment again.
Everything is wordless from thereâmostly because youâre so, so exhausted that even talking seems like too difficult a task. Spencer helps you find something more comfortable to change into and you pull out an old t-shirt of his and a pair of plaid pyjama pants you had kept here for him. I guess your keeping them âjust in case you needed them in the futureâ had come in handy, after all.
As you washed your face, Spencer snuck through to the kitchen, refilling your water and grabbing two aspirin in a not-so-subtle attempt to help the inevitable hangover you were going to have in the morning.
You caught him placing them on your bedside table and mock gasped.
âTrying to drug me in my sleep so you can make a run for it in the night?â
He grinned lazilyâexhaustion creeping up on him as well.
âI wouldnât dream of it.â
You smiled, flopping yourself onto your bed rather ungraciously. Spencer looked at you like you were something fascinating before biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.
âWhat?â You let out a self-effacing little chuckle.
âI was justâŠwonderingâŠif youâd like me to sleep on the couch?â
You probably shouldâve been more careful in your facial expressions considering you were still broken up but your thoughts about that offer were obvious.
âNo, stay.â Stay in your bed, in your apartmentâstay anywhere that was close to you.
Maybe you were coming on a little too strong.
âUnless you want to, I meanââ
âNo, noâIâll stay.â Forever, preferably.
He walked around to the other side of your bedâas he had done so many times beforeâand sat down, pulling the covers over his legs. You mirrored his movements before flicking your bedside lamp out, turning to face him.
You were a little thankful you were so out of it, because this had the potential to be very awkward otherwise. Spencer shuffled down so that he was at eye level with you, turning to face you as well.
You just stared for a moment, committing him to memory. The moonlight had a way of highlighting all the high points of his face, and the twinkle in his eyes, andâGod, you were so glad the moon existed and that Spencer was in your bed that you couldnât help but giggle.
âWhat?â Spencer laughed along with you, even though he had no idea what was so funny.
âNothing. Youâre pretty.â
âYouâre drunk. Go to sleep.â
âDonât wanna.â
âWhy?â
âScared youâll be gone when I wake upâlike I made it all up.â
Spencerâs smile faded then, and he looked at you with something that seemed so much like the one thing you had been willing yourself to stop doing the whole time that youâd been broken up, that it almost took your breath away.
âI wonât. I promised, didnât I?â
You nodded.
âSo thereâs nothing to worry about. Now get some sleep, lovely.â
You smiled, feeling Spencerâs hand inching towards yours. He intertwined them and gave yours a squeeze.
âJust in case you make a run for it in the night.â
You chuckled, your eyelids fluttering shut. Yeah, you could make it work.
part two!
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ê° đ in for it â genshin men ê±
⥠synopsis : how genshin men eat you out, just to keep it brief
⥠characters : wriothesley, neuvillette, al haitham
⥠content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, cunnilingus, face-sitting, fingering, office sex, teasing, praising, squirting
ౚৠnote : been in a writing mood recently and a wriothesley brain rot⊠sorry if it's shorter than usually, still trying to get used to writing smut but please enjoy ! à«źê° ËáË ê±á
àšà§ WRIOTHESLEY
â„â âč wriothesley was⊠messy when it came to eating pussy. to him, the messier the better. and the more messy you were on his face, the longer he was staying between your thighs.
right now, wriothesley was in bliss. your thighs locked around his head and your sweet cunt in his face, what could be better than this?
"sit down, sweetheart." he commands.
"are you sure? what if i suff-" you were cut off by a squeal, wriothesley's large hands grabbed at your ass, shoving you down on his face completely.
wriothesley licks one thick strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit before his soft lips wrap around the bud and pleasure shoots up your spine.
"o-oh... oh my god..." you moan, your hands grab at the headboard of the bed tightly, your knuckles turning white. you begin to rock your hips lightly, still nervous about hurting your boyfriend.
until wriothesley pulls away, peeking out between your thighs, looking unimpressed. "if you're going to ride my face, fucking ride it." he demands. "use me, i'm all yours, baby." then he dives back into your pussy, slurping obnoxiously.
you hesitate briefly, then think about his words and begin to truly ride his face and crying out loud. your clit bumps deliciously on his nose and his tongue slithers itâs way into your hole.
your hands soon leave the wooden headboard and makes their way down to wriothesleyâs inky locks, pulling at the hair. âah! so good! mmph!â
he groans into your pussy. your slick and his saliva was everywhere. on his nose, his lips, and it was dripping down his chin. god how he loved you, loves your pussy, your tits, and he loved the way you were riding his face so desperately.
âthatâs it⊠thatâs my fucking girlâŠâ
àšà§ NEUVILLETTE
â„â âč âyouâre a messy little thing, arenât you?â neuvillette chuckled. you were currently sitting half-naked on the edge of his oak desk in the palais mermonia. just wearing your white blouse, your panties and skirt were discarded and thrown somewhere in the room, your bare pussy was dripping on the wood of the desktop.
"you usually don't tease..." you pout, looking down at your husband though his eyes didn't quite meet yours. instead they were trained on your cunt.
"sorry, love." though it doesn't truly sound like he is. neuvillette lowers to face your bare bottom, his lithe fingers come forward and pull apart the lips of your pussy.
"so beautiful..." he mumbles before his tongue meets your clit then travels down to your hole. his tongue thrusts into you and he tastes your slick on it. "so good..." he groans.
neuvillette then starts to eat you out like he's starved. his movements which are usually precise and calculated are now messy, and erratic. you've never quite felt heaven like this and neuvillette hadn't tasted heaven until the first time he ate you out.
your hands thread themselves in his hair as you moan out loud and they pull his head impossibly closer to your core. "oh! mmf!" and you feel tears begin to cloud your vision.
he didn't care that you were making a mess out of him, and he didn't care about how your arousal was all over his desk or all over his face.
though there is a sudden tightness in his pants, and it becomes more and more obvious to him, neuvillette continues to let you use his mouth. to let you reach that orgasm you oh so deserved because he wanted to be the cause of it.
àšà§ AL HAITHAM
â„â âč âtsk⊠youâre such a distractionâŠâ al haitham feigns annoyance. he brings his hands up to your thighs and pries them apart. "can't even read a book in peace around you, can i?"
"ah! 'm sorry... i just really needed you, al haitham." you mumble looking down your body and the view breathtaking.
al haitham had his head leaning against your left thigh, pressing open mouth kisses that were getting closer and closer to where you needed him most. while his left hand was rubbing lazy circles against your puffy clit.
"i can tell... you're dripping on the couch." he sighs. al haitham likes to act like he's bothered, when in reality he had already read that book more then ten times over for a research paper. he was secretly more than happy to please you, though he won't admit that outright.
al haitham leans down and presses a kiss to your pussy, then his lips wrap around your clit and begins to suck on it. he liked to take his time eating you out, to savour it. to savour you. and that meant not making your cunt a sopping mess until you beg him for it. but he wonât tease you all that much today seeing how badly you needed him.
you moan out, one hand of yours coming up and grabbing your own breast. "t-thank you. love you, love you so much al haitham!" you babble.
"love you too, baby..." he murmurs into your pussy. soon, his long fingers meet where his mouth is pleasuring you and they make their way into your little hole, thrusting in and out.
you swallow back a loud sob, remembering you're not entirely alone in your boyfriend's house, as if the sounds of al haitham eating up all your sloppy pussy has to offer isn't loud enough.
al haitham's fingers were making your head spin along with the way his tongue was moving over your clit. his digits were grazing that sweet spot inside of you and the sound of your hiccups only spur him on more.
"please, please! al haitham 'm gonna cum!" you sob.
"do it." he pulls back for a moment, "cum on my face..." then he dives back into your cunt, his tongue and fingers now working overtime to make you orgasm.
your hips begin to grind against his mouth and your chest heaves. "i-i'm cumming! oh my god!" you cry out as you orgasm, hot flashes of white makes it way across your abdomen and you make a mess everywhere. your arousal covered al haitham's face, his hands and your quivering thighs.
"you're so messy..." al haitham says as he moves up to your face.
"sorry..." you apologize.
"don't." he says sharply, not wanting you to feel bad. his lips then meet yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. "we're going to do that again and this time, you're going to be louder."
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Wasnât Me
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Synopsis: when Vision accidentally phases through your wall and catches you and Peter in the act, you try to stop it from spreading to everyone in the tower before Tony gets home
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âWait, this isnât the kitchen.â Vision said as he accidentally phased through the bedroom wall. You and Peter froze at the sound of a third voice and slowly looked up. Every time you snuck off to have some private time with each other, you made sure to lock the door. But despite all your best efforts to keep your relationship a secret, neither of you accounted for Vision coming through the wall. Especially not when you were right in the middle ofâŠ.something.
âOh. Hello.â Vision said and gave you and Peter a polite wave. The act he had caught you did not seem to phase him at all while you and Peter were horrified.
âAHHHH.â You and Peter screamed at the same time. You rolled off of Peter and landed right on the floor while Peter grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap.
âForgive me for intruding, but I am looking for the kitchen.â She said to meet her in the kitchen.â Vision asked politely.
âWell youâre not gonna find it here!â You exclaimed as you threw your shirt back on.
âDude! Get out! â Peter shouted as he hastily tried to zip his pants.
âOh, sorry, am I interrupting something?â Vision genuinely asked.
âYES!â You screamed like it was obvious.
âMy apologies. I bid you both a good day.â Vision nodded curtly and disappeared back the way he came. You and Peter stayed in silence for a while as you processed what had happened.
âDo you think he saw us?â Peter asked to break the silence. You sat up from under him and gave him a look.
âDo I think he saw us?â You repeated slowly.
âWell do you?â Peter asked as you climbed back onto the bed.
âAre you kidding me? Of course he saw! The straw was already in the coconut. Thereâs no way he didnât realize what was going on.â
âMaybe he thought we were just wrestling?â Peter shrugged weakly.
âUh huh. Wresting with your dick out. Just like WWE.â You said sarcastically.
âDamn it. He definitely saw us. Do you think heâll tell anyone?â Peter worried.
âHe better not. My dad will kill you. And then vaporize your corpse. And then set the ashes on fire. And then blow them into a shrimp cocktail.â
âBut Iâm allergic to shellfish.â
âExactly.â You whispered.
âOh shit.â Peter gulped. âWe need to go find Vision and make sure he doesnât tell anyone.â
âLetâs go. Heâs probably charging or in a bowl of rice or something.â You said and lead Peter out of the room. You went into the kitchen and found Vision at the breakfast table.
âHey Vision.â Peter smiled awkwardly as you stood beside him.
âHello, Peter.â Vision said politely.
âSo, about the little snafu from before. We just want to make sure you donât tell anybody about what you saw.â
âYeah. Because it wasnât what it looked like.â You added.
âOh, no? It looked like the two do you were engaging in sexually explicit activity.â Vision replied. You and Peter exchanged a panicked look and tried to think of a way out of this.
âIt looked like that, yes, but thatâs not what we were doing.â Peter lied as you nodded along.
âHm. Thatâs funny. I can detect heart rates and both of you appear to be lying.â Vision said with genuine curiosity.
âWeâre not lying, silly.â You forced a laugh. âMy heart is racing because I havenât had any food yet but I drank a bunch of coffee.â
âYou know women and their pumpkin spice lattes.â Peter added, earning himself a jab in the side.
âWatch it.â You said through a smile.
âAnd my heart just beats fast because I have the heart rate of a spider.â Peter added. âNo lying here.â
âOh, I see. But if you two werenât engaging in sexual activity, what were you doing?â Vision questioned.
âUhhhâŠâ Peter scratched his head and tried to think of something.
âPeter was just choking on a pretzel and I was getting it out of his throat.â You jumped in.
âWith your tongue?â Vision asked.
âYes?â Peter said weakly.
âWith your shirts off?â
âItâs a new technique.â You deadpanned.
âIâm not aware of this technique. Can you demonstrate on me?â Vision asked you.
âAbsolutely not.â Peter snapped and stepped between you and Vision. Vision looked at Peter in confusion and you had to jump in again.
âBecause it didnât work.â You explained. âHe still choked.â
âHe seems fine to me. Although, I am detecting some slight discomfort in the abdomen.â Vision said as he looked Peter up and down.
âI have a tummy ache.â Peter admitted and patted his stomach.
âWould you like me to conduct a physical exam?â Vision asked and held up both his hands.
âNo. I probably just have to fart.â
âOh my God.â You groaned and rubbed your eyes.
âSo are we cool? Youâre not gonna tell anyone what you saw?â Peter asked Vision.
âWe are cool. I will not be telling anyone what I didnât see.â Vision confirmed.
âOkay. Good.â You sighed in relief.
âExcept for Wanda.â He added. âBecause I already told her. I tell her everything. I love her quite dearly.â
âOh my God.â You groaned even louder.
âWhat did you tell her you saw?â Peter asked him.
âJust you were engaging in-â
âIt wasnât sexual activity!â You exclaimed. âHe was choking and I was saving his life.â
âThen why was his penis out?â Vision asked Peter.
âBecauseâŠitâŠwas⊠cold.â Peter said slowly, hating himself with every word.
âOh my God. Both of you need to stop.â You stated. âDo you think Wanda going to tell anyone about what you thought you saw but didnât actually see?â
âIâm not sure.â Vision replied. âYouâll have to ask her.â
âFine. We can ask her.â You sighed and pulled Peter by the hand and brought him to where Wanda was reading on the balcony.
âI donât want to. Sheâs scary.â Peter whispered to you.
âWe have to talk to her and find out what she knows before she tells my dad.â You whispered back.
âI can whisper too.â Wanda whispered as she suddenly appeared behind the two of you. You both screamed and jumped apart as she laughed. You grabbed Peters hand and ran away, brushing past Natasha as you went.
âTheyâre a little odd, arenât they?â Natasha chuckled as she watched you run by.
âThey are.â Wanda agreed. âYou know, Vision caught them doing it before.â
âWhat? No way.â
âYeah. He said he accidentally phased through Peters bedroom wall and caught them.â
âOh God. Yuck. New fear unlocked. Thatâs hilarious though.â Natasha laughed at the thought.
âWhatâs hilarious?â Steve asked as he came into the room.
âVision caught Y/n and Peter doing it.â Natasha told him.
âWhat?â Steve laughed. âNo way.â
âThatâs what I said!â Natasha laughed.
âHonestly, I kinda figured they were doing it. They are the only two in the tower around that age. And lord knows Peter is hornier than anâŠanimal with horns.â Steve said weakly when he couldnât think of an animal.
âRhino?â Wanda asked.
âI was thinking Triceratops.â Steve admitted.
âWait, isnât there a rule again dating on the team?â Nat asked. âAt least, thatâs what Tony tells me and Bruce every time we make eye contact.â
âIf he had a problem with that, heâs definitely gonna have a rule against one of us dating his daughter. Especially Peter.â
âI thought Peter was a nice boy, no?â Wanda asked.
âHe is.â Steve nodded. âBut all Tony will see is that heâs a boy who Vision caught with his daughter. Heâs gonna blow Peter into a million pieces.â
âIâm pretty sure thatâs what Vision walked in on.â Wanda mumbled. From across the room, you and Peter were peeking out from behind a wall to watch them all talk.
âThis is bad. Theyâre all laughing and saying our names.â Peter whispered to you.
âDo you think Wanda told?â
âI donât know. What if she made them all see it with her mind powers?â
âWhy would she do that?â
âBecause sheâs evil and not to be trusted!â Peter whispered harshly.
âWe just need to talk to her and find out what she knows. Maybe she didnât even believe Vision.â
âDo we have to?â Peter whined. âWhat if she enters my mind palace?â
âShe wouldnât find much.â You mumbled.
âWhat was that?â
âNothing, sweetie.â You patted his cheek and pulled him out from behind the wall. Natasha and Steve had left at that point and Wanda had gone back to her book.
âHey, Wanda.â You said with an awkward wave.
âOh. Hello. I havenât seen you two in forever. What have you been up to?â Wanda said sarcastically.
âNot much. Same soup, just reheated. You know the vibes. So, uh, we just wanted to talk to you about something. Something Vision might have said.â You began.
âOh. You mean you two swallowing each other alive in Peters room?â Wanda asked. You and Peter exchanged a look and Peter let out a loud gulp.
âVision doesnât know what he saw.â You told her.
âVision is made from the highest form of artificial intelligence. He knows everything.â
âOkay.â You said mockingly. âBut he doesnât know in this specific situation.â
âHeâs programmed to access a situation down to every last detail in case there is a threat of danger. And it seemed the only threat of danger in Peters room that day was running out of oxygen. Or maybe a broken pelvis.â
âIâm flattered but Iâm not that good.â Peter said humbly.
âHeâs right. He isnât.â You nodded in agreement.
âWhat was that?â Peter asked you.
âWe just want to make sure whatever Vision told you about what he thinks he saw isnât going to be told to anyone else.â You said to Wanda.
âNow hold on.â Peter tried to go back to what he had heard.
âSecrets safe with me.â Wanda smiled and zipped her lips.
âAnd me.â Bruce said from behind you. You and Peter whipped around and saw Bruce staring at you while eating a bowl of cereal.
âWhat?! Were you in here the whole time?â Peter asked.
âYeah. Wanda, you are funny. How come I never noticed that?â Bruce chuckled.
âIâm not sure.â Wanda shrugged. âYou tell me.â
âGod damn it. Are either of you going to tell anyone what Vision saw?â You asked and pointed at Wanda and Bruce.
âI thought Vision didnât see anything?â Wanda smirked.
âRight. Is anyone going to tell my dad about what Vision thinks he saw but definitely didnât see?â You asked with a hopeful smile.
âMaybe? I donât understand the question. Can you reword it? Or maybe write it down so I can see it?â Bruce asked.
âOh my God.â You groaned. âI thought you were the smart one.â
âOuch. Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being mean to me?â Bruce asked Peter.
âIâm not his girlfriend because we werenât engaging in sexual activity because weâre not dating. Everyone got that?â You asked angrily.
âGot it.â Wanda nodded.
âNo, sorry. Still confused. So you are dating but Vision didnât catch you guys doing it?â Bruce asked so genuinely that you wanted to scream.
âNo, he definitely did.â Wanda snorted. You looked at her in betrayal and she smiled apologetically.
âOh. Now I get it. You guys are dating and Vision did catch you having sex.â Bruch realized. âBut what are we not telling Tony?â
âNo one is telling Mr. Stark anything. Everyone just keep your mouth shut about the activities, which may or may not have been sexual in nature, that Vision allegedly walked in on. Okay?â Peter exclaimed.
âMy lips are sealed.â Wanda assured you. âWell, now they are. Because I already told Steve and Nat. But that was before you asked me not to tell anyone.â
âOh my God. Find. Can we trust you?â You asked Bruce.
âIâm not gonna rat. Donât worry.â
âThank you.â Peter nodded. âYouâre dismissed.â
âI donât take orders from you.â Bruce snapped and walked away.
âJesus Christ.â Peter whispered and felt genuinely offended by the tone. You took his hand and brought him away from Wanda to regroup.
âWe need to get ahead of this before anyone else finds out weâre secretly dating.â You told him.
âYou guys are secretly dating?â Sam asked as he came into the hallway, making you both jump.
âDamn it!â Peter shouted and hit the wall.
âOh great. Captain fucking America knows now.â You grumbled.
âSince when are you two a thing?â Sam laughed and looked between you and Peter.
âTwo months.â You admitted.
âTwo months? And Tony still doesnât know?â
âDo you think Peter would be alive right now if my dad knew?â You asked and gestured to Peter.
âThatâs a joke, right?â Peter laughed nervously.
âI guess not.â Sam shrugged.
âAre you gonna tell my dad?â You asked him.
âNo.â Sam replied.
âCool. Thanks.â You sighed in relief.
âBut only if-â
âMother fucker.â You exclaimed now that there was a new obstacle.
âOnly if you promise to never bring up that one time with the TV.â Sam continued.
âYou mean when you got caught-â
âZip it.â Sam cut you off. âOr Iâll tell Daddy Warbucks about your affair with Little Orphan Annie here.â
âThis whole conversation has been wildly emasculating.â Peter mumbled.
âI never saw anything.â You told Sam.
âGood.â He nodded. âThen we have a deal.â
You went to shake hands when your phone started to ring. You looked at Peter curiously and pulled it out of your pocket.
âHang on. Hello?â
âHey short stack. Iâm landing in 20 minutes. I can see that most of the team is in the tower today so I thought we could all have a nice, family dinner in the dining room. How does that sound?â Tony asked you through the phone.
âThe entire team? In the dinning room? For dinner? Tonight?â You asked as panic grew in your chest.
âAre you playing a one man game of Clue? Just let everyone know, will you?â Tony asked.
âSure, daddy. No problem.â You laughed nervously and looked at Peter with wide eyes.
âThanks, peach. See you soon.â Tony said before having up.
âShit balls.â You whispered once you were off the phone.
âWas that super good news?â Peter asked hopefully.
âMy dad wants the whole team in the dinning room for family dinner.â You said and held your breath for his reaction.
âSon of aâŠâ Peter started to shout and then quieted down, âshart mama.â
âI know. Itâs bad.â
âThis has gotten so out of hand. Iâve never taken this many Lâs in a row. I donât know if I can take anymore. My body is shutting down. I havenât peed all day.â Peter said as he paced back and forth.
âKeep it together.â You said as you gripped his shoulders.
âOh no. This is going to be so awkward.â Sam laughed at your misfortune.
âWhy? Because everyone knows weâre secretly dating except for Mr. Stark and they also know Mr. Stark will kill them for knowing and not telling him right away so tonight will be a long, uncomfortable game of who tells him first?â Peter asked all in one breath.
âYes, thatâs exactly why.â Sam nodded and looked at Peter strangely.
âI donât want to go.â Peter whispered and turned to you.
âWe all have to go.â You told him. âHeâll get sus if weâre not all there.â
âBut what if your dad kills me?â Peter whined.
âThen Iâll wait at least three months before getting a new boyfriend.â You smiled sweetly and patted his chest.
âYou can do that but Iâll just haunt him and kill him in his sleep.â Peter smiled back.
âOh my God. Come on. We have to go get ready for dinner.â You said and pulled Peter to your room.
30 minutes later, everyone was seated in the dining room with Tony at the head of the table. You and Peter nervously peered through the doorway to see what the set up was.
âWhatâs our plan?â Peter asked you.
âSit far away from each other and diverge the conversation every time my dad gets close to happening upon the truth.â
âOkay. How hard can that be? We never get together for family dinner. Theyâll all be talking so much that you and I wonât even come up.â
You and Peter took your seats at the table with you next to your dad and Peter further away. You made eye contact with Peter and nodded to let him know that you were in this together. Everyone stayed dead silent as the food was passed around and Tony was quick to notice.
âWhy is everyone so quiet? Did Sam leave porn on the big TV again?â Tony asked as he chewed his food. You gulped and looked at Peter in a panic. You had been wrong about everyone talking and keeping the attention away from you. Instead, everyone was silent and tense since they didnât want to be the one to let Tony know what Vision had seen.
âThat was one time.â Sam defended.
âBut how could we ever forget?â Tony teased him.
âI just wanted to watch Mama Mia. My eyes were burned.â Bucky said as he shut his eyes to keep out the memory.
âLet it go.â Sam said flatly.
âI donât remember that.â You said robotically. Sam gave you a discreet thumbs up across the table.
âWhat? You were the one that found it.â Tony reminded you.
âDoesnât ring a bell. I think youâre all remembering incorrectly.â You said with no much stiffness it sounded like you were reading from a prompter. Tony looked around the table and everyone avoided eye contact with him. They mindlessly pushed their food around their plates to look busy so that Tony wouldnât ask them anything.
âWhy is everyone acting weird?â Tony asked.
âWhat? Weâre not. Youâre being weird, dad.â You forced a laugh and patted Tonyâs arm.
âRight.â Tony said skeptically. âSo, Pete the treat. Any romantic interests at school?â
Everyone turned to stare at Peter, who was in the middle of taking a sip from his glass. Peter started choking on his water for a long time. No one made any effort to help Peter so he just sat there choking for an uncomfortably long period of time. Everyone stayed silent as he Peter coughed, turned red, and clapped his chest to try and get the water out. When he was finally done, he was crying and bright red.
âWhat?â Peter asked horsely.
âPeter doesnât want to talk about girls, dad.â You laughed nervously. Everyone exchanged looks while also sneaking glances at you and Peter.
âHe does with me. Come on. My dad never bothered with this stuff and I want to break the cycle. Tell me about your love life.â Tony insisted and playfully patted the table. You shot daggers at Peter and everyone turned to look at him. Peter felt sweat dripping down his forehead and smiled nervously.
âThereâs no one, Mr. Stark. No girls.â
âI donât buy that for a second. I can see the hormones brewing in your eyes. Youâre sweating just at the thought of her. I know thereâs a girl.â
âMaybe.â Peter squeaked out.
âSee? I knew it. Tell me about her. She cute?â Tony asked. Peter looked at you for a brief second and quickly looked away.
âYeah, yeah. Sheâs gorgeous. Really pretty.â
âSheâs all right.â Sam shrugged, making everyone stifle a laugh as your jaw dropped.
âFuck did you just say?â Peter snapped.
âI was kidding. Damn.â Sam held up his hands in defense.
âDamn, indeed.â Tony laughed. âWay to stand up for your girl, kid. Sheâs a lucky lady.â
âThank you, sir.â Peter said and hoped that was the end of the conversation.
âYou really are a good kid, Peter. I donât tell you enough. I was just saying this to Pepper the other day, but if anyone is ever brave enough to try and date my daughter, I hope theyâre like you.â Tony said sincerely. This time, you started choking as everyone murmured with amusement.
âReally?â Peter asked hopefully. He looked at you but you didnât dare make eye contact.
âYeah. Sure, youâre pretty annoying and way too eager at times, but youâre a good kid. Youâre responsible, you care about other people, and you know how to get a decent haircut.â Tony continued.
âSo youâd give Peter your blessing? If he and I ever wanted to date?â You asked skeptically.
âAbsolutely not.â Tom said immediately.
âWhat?â Your face dropped. âBut you just said-â
âI said I hope the person you date is like Peter.â Tony specified. âBut Peter would never be allowed to date you.â
âWhy not?â Peter asked and you shot him a look. Everyone else kept their heads down and turned away from Tony so he wouldnât suspect anything.
âNot that I care. Psh. Peter is lame. I would never date Peter. Haha. But yeah, why not?â You asked your dad.
âBecause heâs a superhero. And no daughter of mine is dating a superhero.â
âBut youâre a superhero.â You pointed out. âAnd mom married you.â
âI know. Thatâs why Iâd never allow you to go down the same path. Iâve missed hundreds dates, thousands of calls, and a million important moments because I was off being a superhero. I was saving the world but I was hurting the person I love most in the process. I donât want that life for you. If Peter was an average guy off the street, Iâd be thrilled to know you were dating him. But Peter isnât average.â
âI know that.â You replied, starting to get annoyed now that your dad was trying to tell you that you couldnât do something. You were already doing it, but he didnât need to know that. He needed to know that he couldnât make your choices for you.
âAyo. Yeah she does.â Sam snorted. Everyone gasped and looked at him, making him freeze. You and Peter stared daggers at Sam who smiled sheepishly.
âOops?â
âYou little bitch.â You mouthed across the table at him. Tom noticed the way everyone reacted and grew suspicious. He looked at you and noticed you werenât making eye contact. He then looked at Peter, who looked like he was about to pass out.
âWhat was that?â Tony asked Sam.
âNothing.â Sam scoffed and went back to eating.
âSamuel. Tell me what you just said.â Tony said with an eerily calm smile.
âI donât want to.â Sam whispered.
âTell me or I will shove your wings so far up your ass-â
âI said she knows Peter isnât average.â Sam admitted before Tony could finish his sentence. You buried your face in your hands while Peter chewed off all of his fingernails.
âWhat does that mean?â Tony asked and turned to you.
âI can confirm that as well.â Vision raised his finger as he spoke up. You and Peter looked at Vision in betrayal while everyone else stayed silent.
âOh my God.â You whispered and rubbed your face.
âWhat? Whatâs the big red giant talking about?â Tony asked you again, sounding angry this time. Before you had a chance to think of something, Vision spoke up.
âIâm talking about how I accidentally caught them fornicating earlier today, sir. Also, am I required to be here? I canât actually eat food.â Vision said politely. Everyone was dead silent as Tony processed what he was hearing. No one dared to look up from their plates or even move a muscle.
âYou know what? Vision is right. We should actually all leave. And never return. Bye!â You said and got up from the table. Tony grabbed the back of your shirt and made you sit back down.
âNobody move.â He said in a low voice. Silence fell over the table again as Tony slowly looked to Peter. Thatâs when he noticed that Peter had passed out and had his limp head in his dinner plate.
âWake the son of a bitch up.â Tony ordered. Wanda lifted Peters head by his hair and a green bean stuck to his cheek and forehead.
âPeter?â Tony asked, but Peter didnât wake up. Wanda shook him, then took his pulse to see if he was even alive.
âHeâs unresponsive.â She reported.
âJesus Christ.â You groaned to yourself as you watched Wanda and Steve try to wake Peter up.
âHe peed his pants.â Steve announced, making you groan even louder.
âPETER!â Tony shouted as he banged on the table. Peter woke up and looked around in confusion. Tony slowly stood up and leaned over the table while staring daggers at Peter.
âSomebody tell me whatâs going on.â Tony demanded. No one said anything, so you bit the bullet and stood up as well.
âDad, Peter and I are dating. Vision caught us before and the whole team found out about it. Thatâs whatâs going on, okay? Please, donât kill my boyfriend.â
âWhat?â Tony asked as he slumped back in his seat. You couldnât tell if he was angry or upset, but it was definitely not good.
âSam was watching porn on the big screen!â You blurted and pointed to Sam.
âYou said you didnât see anything!â Sam pointed back at you.
âThat was before you didnât hold up your end of the deal!â You shouted.
âShut up, both of you. Are you kidding me right now? Youâre dating Peter Parker?â Tony asked in a calmer voice.
âYes, daddy. I am. I have been for two months. We didnât tell you because we knew youâd be mad and we just wanted some time together before you forced us apart. I wouldnât normally lie to you like this but I knew youâd never allow us to be together and I love him. I just needed to love him for as long as I could before the world knew. Iâm sorry. Please, donât be mad at me.â You said as you took your dads hands. Tony stared at you for a long time and finally, put his hand on your cheek.
âI could never be mad at you, princess.â Tony said kindly. You smiled in surprise as Peter let out a sigh of relief.
âIâm gonna turn Peter inside out, though.â Tony said sweetly before lunging at Peter. He punched Peter right in the throat, making Peter collapse to the ground. You rushed to Peters side as Tony shook out his hand.
âDad! You canât hit him that hard. Heâs only 5â8. He couldâve died.â You yelled at Tony as you pulled Peters head into your lap.
âThat didnât even hurt.â Peter wheezed out as he clutched his throat. Tony wound up to hit Peter again, but stopped when he saw something that surprised him. He watched Peter reached up and touch your face as he whispered to you that everything was going to be all right. He thought he had just been punched in the throat and was awaiting the punishment of a lifetime, his priority was to comfort you when you were upset. Tony then knelt down beside Peter and helped him sit up.
âIâm sorry, kid. I should not have hit you. It was a slight overreaction.â Tony sincerely apologized.
âSlight?â Peter croaked out.
âI just wasnât expecting to come home to this news. But if itâs been two months and my daughter says sheâs this in love, maybe I was wrong. Maybe it wouldnât be as bad as I thought.â
âMr. Stark, I know itâs probably hard to think about your daughter dating someone with a life as unpredictable as ours, but I donât put anything above her. If Iâm out on patrol, chances are, sheâs hanging out on a rooftop with a walkie talkie telling me where to go. If I have to miss a date to take care of something, I take her with me. Sheâs my partner in all of this. I donât leave her waiting around for a text back all night. She comes first.â
âActually, âVision began, âwhen I entered your room, it seemed as though Peter was going-â
âDo not finish that sentence, jumbo tampon.â You cut him off.
âYou can trust me, Mr. Stark. You can trust us.â Peter said as he wrapped an arm around you. Tony looked between the two of you for a while but didnât say anything.
âPlease, daddy.â You whispered. Tony finally caved and smiled softly.
âOkay. Youâve convinced me. Iâm not gonna kill Peter. You have my blessing, underoos.â Tony said as he helped Peter off the floor.
âReally? Youâre not gonna force us apart?â You asked hopefully as you wrapped your arm around Peters.
âIâm not.â Tony confirmed. âYouâre old enough to make your own decisions. But if he breaks your heart, heâs getting turned inside out. At least for a day. I cannot compromise on that.â
âDeal!â You clapped your hands before hugging your dad.
âHold up, do I get a say in that deal?â Peter questioned.
âDonât push your luck, kid. After what Vision walked in on you doing with Tonyâs kid, youâre lucky to be alive right now.â Bruce said as he patted Peter on the back. Tony frowned as he pulled out of the hug.
âHold on, what exactly did Vision walk in on?â Tony asked. Peter motioned for everyone to keep their mouths shut as Tony looked around the room. When no one answered him, he looked at you expectingly.
âSo.â You laughed nervously. âDessert, anyone?â
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Brother's Best Friend - Part 14
Jake Seresin x F!Reader
Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.
CW: swearing, a smidge of angst, and some good ol' fluff because that's what BBF is all about!
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You look up as the door creaks open, your hand sweating against Jakeâs palm. Your chest tightens and your head swims. Suddenly, your vision blurs.
âŠ
You hear your name, but itâs muted, like someone is saying it underwater. You open your eyes and see two anxious faces hovering over you. You try to sit up, but your head is heavy and your limbs are weak and youâre disoriented because Jake and Bradleyâs voices are getting louder and more overwhelming with every second. You want to tell them to be quiet but the words canât seem to form in your mouth, or, rather, youâre far too exhausted to make the effort to speak.
Slowly, you sit up, blinking into your lap as Jake says something about an ambulance. You pass a hand over your brow, noting the sweat thatâs gathered there, as Bradley starts listing off the various nutrient deficiencies that you may or may not possess. You glance up at the two of them feebly.
Both enormous, grown-ass men are crouched before you, staring at you in terror.
âWhat happened?â Jake asks and you blink at him slowly, wondering the same thing.
âAre you okay?â Bradley says, tilting his head to the side so he could catch your gaze.
You nod uncertainly, because youâre not a hundred percent sure that you are. You look around unhurriedly, taking in your surroundings. Youâre on the porch of your house in a cute little dress, and the porchlight is on because itâs dark out. And then it hits you like a ton of bricks. Youâre still on the porch. Has Bradley been informed of the relationship? Or did he already know? Was he angry? Did you get caught in the crossfire and get knocked out?
You blink anxiously â and more alertly â between Jake and Bradley, trying to assess the situation. Neither of them seems to be paying any attention to one another; only to you. âWhatâŠâ you start, but your voice croaks and you bring a hand up to your throat self-consciously. You clear your throat and start again. âWhatâs going on?â you ask casually, as though youâre not sitting unsteadily on the ground with no recollection of the last god knows how many minutes.
Bradleyâs eyes widen in outrage. âWhatâs going on is you fucking fainted!â
You look at him with soaring eyebrows. âI did?â
âRight before Bradley came out to take out the trash,â Jake says, giving you a meaningful look.
âOhhh,â you reply, dragging out the word. âThe trash.â You nod again, trying to organize all of the information in your presently scrambled brain. âThe trash,â you repeat.
âItâs garbage day tomorrow,â Bradley clarifies.
âRight.â You rub your sweaty palms on your thighs. âGarbage day.â
âAnd then you justâ â Bradley makes a motion with his arm to indicate that you toppled over like a tree might fall when itâs chopped down, and you eye him thoughtfully, doubting your collapse was that dramatic. âYou're lucky Seresin was here to catch you. You could have cracked your head open on the concrete.â
You glance over at Jake whoâs keeping an unusually straight face. âSo lucky,â you mutter without a hint of sarcasm because you donât think youâre quite capable of that just yet. Nonetheless, Jake throws you a pointed look.
âYouâre home late,â Bradley says casually, but you could tell that heâs concerned. âDid you party a little too hard?â
You furrow your eyebrows at him. âMe?â you ask, amused that heâs the one asking you this question and not the other way around.
âDid you take something?â he asks. âNot judging,â he adds. âJust need to tell the ambulance what youâre on.â
Jake briefly drops his head into his hand, but recovers just as quickly. âI donât think sheâs on anything,â he says quietly.
You give Jake a sour look because the only thing youâre on is four vintage cocktails and an espresso, and he knows it.
Bradley sighs. âWhere were you, anyway?â he asks. âThat Jake had to go pick you up?â
You narrow your eyes at your brother and then at your boyfriend, who is expertly avoiding your gaze. Clearly, heâs decided that Bradley is not equipped to handle two calamities in the same evening. âI was on a date,â you state contemptuously.
Jake stares at you rigidly while Bradley cringes. âI'm guessing it didnât end well?â
You press your lips together irritably. âYou could say that.â
Jake rolls his eyes and stands up. âAmbulance is here,â he says just as the ambulance pulls up and two paramedics rush up your driveway.
âFuck,â you mutter. âYou guys actually called an ambulance?â
âWe thought you died,â Jake replies curtly.
You look up at the back of his head as he waves over the medics. âMaybe check for a pulse next time,â you say, your ability to utilize sarcasm apparently restored.
âŠ
After you are thoroughly checked out and given the okay to stay home for the night, you trudge tiredly to the living room couch, Jake and Bradley hot on your heels.
âYou should go to bed,â Jake says as you plop down into the cushions. âYou need to rest.â
You close your eyes, sinking further into the cushions with a groan. âI wonât make it,â you respond, feeling the exhaustion as if it were a physical thing weighing you down.
Bradley places his hands on his hips. âJakeâs right, you need to get some sleep.â
âI am,â you whisper, your eyelids heavier than they've ever been.
âIâve got an early day,â Bradley says apprehensively, as though he doesnât want to leave.
âGo on, Iâll stay with her,â Jake says.
Bradley waits a beat, considering the offer, and then turns to look at his friend. âThanks, man.â Bradley replies, giving Jake a pat on the shoulder. âI appreciate it.â
Jake nods without looking him in the eye and, once Bradley is upstairs, he approaches you slowly. He takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch.
You open your eyes about halfway, watching him warily. âI donât think itâs contagious,â you murmur.
Jake doesnât laugh. Instead, he eyes you grimly from his corner of the couch.
âWhy arenât you talking?â you ask, getting a little nervous because Jake isnât normally the quiet type.
âIâm sorry,â he breathes and then squeezes his eyes shut and brings his hands up to his face. He pulls in a lungful of air, and then another. And then he lets out a sob.
You open your eyes all the way and even lift your head up off the cushion slightly. âAre you crying?â
Jake inhales sharply again and then releases an unsteady breath. He rubs the moisture from his eyes away roughly and lets out another sigh. âYou scared the shit out of me,â he mutters, his voice just barely above a whisper. His glistening eyes finally meet yours.
You stare at him. âDid you actually think I died?â
âIâve never seen anybody faint before,â he admits.
âYouâve seen planes being shot out of the sky,â you remind him. Surely this canât have been more traumatic than his job.
Jake gapes at you. âYour eyes rolled to the back of your head.â
You grimace. âEww. You donât have to be so graphic.â
Jake chuckles and sniffles. âIâve never been more terrified in my life.â
You drop your gaze into your lap. âIs that why you didnât tell him?â
Jake sighs and brings a fist to his mouth. âWhat would I say, Baby B? âHey, by the way, Iâm dating your sister and sheâs so stressed out about it that sheâs fallen unconscious on the doorstep?â Sorry, bro?â
You pout sullenly. âThatâs not why I passed out.â
âAre you sure?â he asks. âBecause if Iâm the reason ââ
âYouâre not the reason,â you assure him, although youâre fairly certain he hit the nail right on the head.
Jake releases another heavy sigh. âIâll tell him tomorrow.â
You close your eyes and rest the back of your head on the cushion once more. âOkay, Seresin,â you respond calmly. âBut, if you donât, I will.â
Jake slides closer to you on the couch and puts his arm above your head. You lift it slightly so that he could tuck his arm underneath, and then you let him pull you in. Falling asleep in this kind of embrace is all youâve ever wanted since you met him but, alas, this moment feels less than magical.
âŠ
The following morning, youâre startled awake by an obnoxious grinding sound that gradually turns to a sort of whirring. Bradley is in the kitchen making his morning shake. You glance around the room because youâre alone on the couch.
âIs Jake gone?â you call out to your brother.
âGood morning to you too,â Bradley calls back and then walks into the living room holding two shakes. âMade you breakfast.â
You cringe at the green liquid in the glass. âI prefer to chew my food.â
âWell, youâre in luck then,â he says. âBecause the blenderâs busted so this might be a little chunky.â
You hold back a gag. âThanks,â you croak, taking the glass from Bradleyâs hand as he sits on the couch at your feet.
âSleep well?â he asks, taking a large gulp of his shake.
âI think so,â you respond, propping yourself up on a throw pillow and taking a sip. âThis isnât so bad, actually.â
Bradley shoots you a self-satisfied look. âI put Nutella in yours.â
You smile at him. âSorry for the scare.â
Bradley watches you silently for a moment before taking another swig of his breakfast. âIâm concerned, Y/N.â
You sit up straighter. âIâm fine now.â
Bradley shakes his head. âIâm talking about Jake.â
You blink at him innocently while your guts twist in on themselves with dread. âWhat about Jake?â
âHave you noticed anything off about him lately?â he asks.
âUh.â You gulp, stalling. âNot really. Have you?â
Bradley sighs. âHeâs just been sort ofâŠI dunno. Weird.â
âHow so?â you ask, even though you know exactly how so. No doubt Bradley has taken note of Jakeâs sudden disinterest in women and it strikes him as odd, considering his history.
âThat chick he was dating, remember the one we teased him about? Iâm pretty sure heâs still with her,â he says.
You take a long sip of your drink before responding. âIs that a bad thing?â
âIâm not sure,â he says. âI just have a bad feeling about it.â
You glance up at him nervously. âWhy?â
Bradley meets your gaze with a defeated expression. âSheâs changing him.â
You are far too guilt-ridden to keep looking your brother in the eye, so you drop your gaze to instead study the puke-green color of your shake. âFor the worse?â you ask quietly.
Bradley sighs. âI canât tell.â
You bite your lip, trying not to frown too hard. âHe shouldnât have to change,â you say.
Bradley nods slowly. âThatâs what I was thinking.â You swallow another chunky mouthful of your breakfast shake as Bradley rises from the couch. âYou should get some more sleep,â he says. âIâll see you after work.â
As Bradley shuffles about the kitchen, you contemplate your relationship with Jake, wondering if Bradley might be right. You fell for Jake long before he became boyfriend material and there are qualities about him you wouldnât change for the world. But have there been things that youâve tried to correct? Have you been unwittingly changing him? Shaping him into something he was never meant to be?
As you sit there in thought, Jake walks through the front door with a paper bag and a tray of coffees. âI brought breakfast!â he calls when Bradley peeks his head out of the kitchen.
âThank god,â you mutter, setting down your half-drunk shake.
Bradley gives you a look. âI heard that.â
You purse your lips to hide a grin. âIâm hungry!â
âI fed you!â Bradley exclaims.
âIâm hungry for real food, not plants,â you whine.
Jake enters the living room proudly. âReal food, coming right up,â he declares.
âOh my god, I love you!â you exclaim.
Jakeâs hand freezes in midair as heâs about to set down his offering on the coffee table. You meet his gaze in alarm, realizing what youâd just said. What youâd just admitted. Meanwhile, Bradley strolls into the living room, humming a tune, as oblivious as ever.
Your heart pounds in your chest as Jake slowly lowers the bag onto the table, his eyes still locked on yours. âI made you breakfast,â Bradley says, sticking his hand into the bag to retrieve a wrapped bagel. âBut him, you love.â Bradley proceeds to unwrap his bagel. âI see how it is,â he says after taking a bite.
You swallow around a giant lump in your throat, suddenly not remotely hungry. âIâŠâ you start, your voice wavering uncontrollably. âI⊠love food,â you conclude.
Bradley raises his eyebrows. âYou were talking to the bagels?â
You notice Jake suck in his cheeks as he tries not to laugh.
You nod vehemently, feeling like you might just faint again. âCan you pass me one?â You reach your hand out, ignoring Jakeâs face completely as he hands you a bagel.
âAlright, kids,â Bradley says. âIâm out.â He starts for the door but, just before leaving, he calls out, âBehave.â
The sound of the door closing behind him makes you severely nauseated, because it directly precedes the moment you have to face Jake. You glance up at him slowly as he digs his own bagel out of the bag. Finally, his eyes meet yours. ââSup, Baby B?â he says nonchalantly, and you can tell that heâs prepared to overlook the slip if you are. For all he knows, it was a completely innocent statement and meant nothing at all.
But you know otherwise. And perhaps itâs the residual stress or the lack of sleep, or perhaps itâs the fear that your brother might be right about your influence over Jake, but you suddenly feel compelled to tell him. You suddenly feel like he has a right know. âI wasnât talking to the bagels,â you blurt out.
Jake glances up at you in surprise. He gives you a small smile. âYou donât say,â he responds wryly.
You let out an impatient sigh, annoyed that heâs being so flippant. âIâm being serious.â
Jake nods. âOh, I know. You were talking to the coffee, obviously.â He tries to hand you a cup.
âJake!â you exclaim. âStop being an idiot! Iâm telling you I love you!â
Jake sets the cup down and blinks at you with a small, wonderstruck smile, like he canât quite believe that youâve said it again. âYou mean it?â he asks.
You stare at him wide-eyed, alarmed that thatâs all heâs got to say. But itâs not as if you can take it back now. You nod hesitantly.
Jake straightens his back and grimaces, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. âFuck,â he mutters under his breath.
You watch him in outrage. His reluctance to engage on account of your brother is no longer cute. You attempt to compose yourself, to hide the pain your face might otherwise betray. You rise from the couch in silence and begin to walk away.
âNoâ â Jake starts, catching you by the arm before youâve even cleared the coffee table â âthatâs not what I meant. Iâm sorry.â
You yank your arm out of his grasp, but he just takes your waist instead. âLet go!â you shout, twisting away, and Jake immediately releases you, throwing his hands up in the air.
âWait,â he pleads desperately.
âWait for what?â you yell. âFor you to finish freaking out?â
Jake looks like he might be on the verge of tears. âIâm sorry,â he repeats.
âI wasnât looking for you to say it back,â you declare. âBut I admit that I was hoping for a more considerate acknowledgement.â
Jake takes a step toward you. âCan I touch you again?â he asks, holding his hands about six inches away from either of your arms.
âNo,â you respond stubbornly, not looking him in the eye.
Jake sighs, bringing his hands up to his eyes and sliding them bleakly down his face. âDo you really think I would have ever done this if I wasnât already in love with you?â
You glance up at him, still frowning. âDone what?â you ask quietly.
Jake furrows his eyebrows. âCan I please touch you?â
You press your lips together to keep them from quivering and nod your head.
Jake put his palms on either side of your face and takes another step toward you so that he could rest his forehead over yours. âIâm sorry Iâm an idiot,â he says.
You let out a shallow sigh, wondering if perhaps youâve overreacted. âYou donât have to apologize for being yourself,â you respond glumly.
Jake snorts. âGee, thanks.â
âYouâre welcome,â you say, feeling your mouth stretch into a tiny smile despite your irritation.
Jake brushes his thumbs across your cheeks. âI loved you before I even realized I liked you.â
You meet his gaze skeptically. âThat seems improbable.â
Jake grins. âEver the romantic.â
You roll your eyes as his hands fall to your shoulders.
âI never wouldâve gone there with you â kissed you, lied to Bradleyâ â Jake frowns slightly. âNever in a million years, Baby B. If I didnât know without a shadow of a doubt that I was in love with you.â
You gaze up at him, justifiably speechless. The fact that he didnât make a move until he was absolutely certain sets your heart aflutter. You squeeze yourself into him and mutter sheepishly, âSo, you love me back, then?â
Jake chuckles and wraps his arms around you tightly. âYouâre unbelievable,â he says. âOf course I fucking love you back.â
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pretty little mornings II f.rolfö (18+)
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your eyes fluttered awake as you felt a body settle down on top of you, warm and soft with a mess of blonde hair obstructing your vision, the smell of roses invading your senses from her shampoo.Â
with a small chuckle your hand snuck its way up her shirt to rub her back, the other entangling itself in her golden locks, nails scratching softly against her scalp as you felt her weight bare even more into you as she settled with a content sigh and a lazy kiss to your shoulder blade.
"good morning solsken." you mumbled with an amused smile, closing your eyes again and feeling her exhale tiredly into your neck with only a small grunt sounding in response to your greeting.
the defender had stumbled through your front door not long before midnight last night, having been away in the states for barcelonas pre season tour for the week and insisting you wait for her at home rather than meet her at the airport given their late flight time.
knowing she was jet lagged you did your best to stay up with her, but fingers carding fondly through your hair as she rambled on about everything she'd been up to (that you already knew given whenever she wasn't busy she was on the phone to you) it didn't take long before you were out like a light and fridolina was carrying you to bed.
"and here i was thinking you were the early riser in this relationship min kÀrlek." you teased, feeling her fingers pinch your hip in a silent warning before she slowly lifted her head a little more and you cracked one eye open.
"this marriage." your wife corrected and you melted at the tired rasp to her voice, the girl poking your nose with a sleepy smile and flopping right back down on top of you making you let out a laugh.
after what felt like years being engaged, you and your long time lover had finally said i do and tied the knot during the off season.
you'd gotten married in sweden at the same little vineyard that the two of you had met at, ironically also at a wedding, surrounded by your closest friends and families.
and not long after you disappeared off the grid to bali for a two week honeymoon where not a single second seemed to pass that you and your wife couldn't keep your hands off of each other.
"mm now i get to tell people my wife is finally home." you hummed happily, wincing a little as her cold hands sought out the warmth of your bare sides.
"if i had to wake up alone in bed one more day i might have retired." fridolina grumbled, words muffled against the skin of your neck where her head was tucked away.
"baby you were gone for a week! we used to do months apart when you were first playing in germany." you laughed again, moving your hand from where it sat tracing circles up and down her back for all of a millisecond before you heard her huff indignantly and wiggle herself in a silent demand you continue.
"i was scratching my nose fÄnig." you chuckled, short nails again soothing up and down her bare back as the taller girl settled.
"well vacker you weren't mrs rolfö then, and i still used to miss you like crazy. i miss you when you're just in another room." your wife confessed and you melted significantly at the tired but soft admission, the blonde always at her most mushy at the start of the day.
"fridolina!" you whined as suddenly a finger invaded your nostril, craning your head back and smacking her hand away, spoke too soon.
"you are such a child sometimes." you huffed, pulling both your hands away from her body as she was quick to catch them in her own, wrapping them back around her as your eyes rolled.
"did you just roll your eyes at me?" of course she'd know without even having to be looking at you, it was as if she had a sixth sense when it came to you, especially when you weren't doing what you knew was expected of you.
"...no." you lied, smiling innocently as her head popped up, golden blonde hair falling around you like a curtain and water colour eyes bore down into your own, puffy from the lack of sleep but still narrowing.
"jag Àlskar dig." you puckered your lips expectantly, flashing the cutest look you could muster this early in the morning, watching as the older girl faltered for just a moment, and you could almost hear the cogs turning in her head about where she wanted to go with this next.
"don't do it again." with that she dropped back down on top of you, and foolishly you thought you'd gotten away with it.
but then you felt her shift a little, left arm sneaking up her jersey which covered your top half, and you smiled turning your head to kiss her.
but your lips never touched, a gasp instead leaving your mouth as her thumb and forefinger tweaked your nipple, large hand palming your breast as your head pushed back into the pillows.
you blinked and suddenly she was on top of you properly this time, strong toned legs caging your smaller body beneath hers as they squeezed your hips, her hair pushed to one side of her head as pearly white teeth grinned down at you knowingly.
you tried to speak but the words died in your mouth as her assault on your chest continued, the jersey quickly pushed up to pool in the column of your throat as you saw a flash of blonde hair and felt her tongue flatten against your sternum.
any attempt to protest was shut down in an instant at the intoxicating feeling of her tongue circling your nipple, sucking your breast into her hot mouth had your hips bucking up and a moan ripped from you instead.
one hand fisted the soft silk sheets of your shared bed, knuckles white and a guttural groan dropping from your lips, while the other entangled itself into her mane of golden blonde hair, the short sharp tug against her roots only spurring your wife on further.
"oh!" you managed out as her mouth remained switching between both of your breasts, hot and sensual as she sucked marks into your chest reveling in the fact that she would be the only one to see when they no doubt turned varying shades of red and purple.
you felt three long fingers drag slowly down your stomach, touch feather light but leaving goosebumps scattered across your skin in their wake.
your eyes fluttered closed when she reached her final destination, teasingly pressing against your covered sex, tracing circles atop your panties and you heard her groan feeling just how wet you were already.
it was almost embarrassing how desperate you were for her to touch you now sheâd started, an entire week without her having been a cruel torture after youâd both just spent the last two weeks fucking like rabbits.
"more!" you just managed to demand quietly, eyes flying wide open as everything came grinding to an abrupt halt, every trace of her touch stilling bar from the feel of her thighs pressing against yours where she sat on top of you.
your wife never found you looked more gorgeous than when pink with a needy flush, squirming and writhing and making the most pretty little noises beneath her, ready and willing to do whatever she wanted.
"oh baby." the blonde chuckled cruely, mouth inches from your own as she leaned down, lips ghosting yours as her bright green eyes drunk you in, sharp as a hawk.
fridolina refused to remove the now soaked material of your panties, only tugging on the waistband a little to hoick them up as the way they rubbed made you whine.
it allowed her to stroke up and down the swollen lips of your pussy, but stopped you from actually feeling the pleasure you craved from the slender fingers of your blonde lover.
"i know i indulged you on our honeymoon Àlskling, but i thought i'd trained you to be patient above all else." the older girl tutted with a mocking pout, hand still continuing its torturous ministrations against your clothed clit.
"oh i missed waking up like this more than you know sötsaker. hearing your pretty little moans and whines, watching your body squirm and jolt at every little touch." sure enough your hips bucked as she slipped one single finger under your panties, pushing it in and pulling it out as you whined at the loss.
"mm i had to touch myself instead, but always thinking about you. about taking you apart piece by piece like a little puzzle, watching you wait oh so patiently for me to put you back together, to give you what you need. because who knows best what you need Àlskling?" you knew the question was rhetorical but she expected an answer anyway, lips curled into a cruel smirk you'd grown to be infatuated with.
"you. only you, always you." "exactly."
"did you touch yourself while i was gone? vÄga inte ljuga för mig." she warned sharply, and as always the way she switched so quickly from soft to stern had your head melting, and putting you right where she wanted you.
"no! jag lovar." you barely managed out, her lips attaching to your neck with a satisfied hum, immediately seeking out every little spot she knew drove you wild.
"oh such a good girl. min duktiga flicka." your cheeks somehow grew even redder at the praise, breathless and scrambling to cling onto anything as your wife nipped at your neck, skilful fingers still rubbing circles over your panties which were practically ruined with your need for her.
foolishly again you thought with the promise that youâd not touched yourself in over a week that she might properly fuck you now, giving you the release that your body was begging her for without you even needing to open your mouth.
this thought was helped by the fact you knew your wife had been waiting to, proven by the countless detailed and downright pornagraphic texts sheâd send near daily while away, about where her filthy mind often wandered to when not occupied with football.
but no, again, you were dumb to think youâd get off that easily with how much pleasure she gave herself in making you wait.
after all your wife adored nothing more than the control she had over you, and your orgasms. seeing just how far youâd let her bend you without breaking, touching you and toying with your body like she owned it, with false pouts and insincere cooâs as youâd call out her name dripping with need.
and evilly you knew she got the most pleasure from prolonging your eventual release.
making you hold eye contact with her as she ruined you, one little glance away all it would take for her hand to wrap around your throat and have you seeing stars.
despite knowing the answer until fridolina was ready would be no youâd beg for it anyway, your wife drunk with power that the only person who could give you what you needed was her, and she was in full control of when and how and if that happened.
you withheld the urge to scream as once more her touch disappeared all together, whatever discontent noise you did make swallowed by her lips engulfing yours.
her hands then fell to your cheeks, deepening the kiss as her tongue returned home shoving its way into your mouth, tracing ever little bump and dip as if mapping it out in her own head.
you exhaled shakily as her teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and pulling back causing it to stretch and snap back toward you with a pop.
âdonât forget to breathe sötnos.â her tone was teasing and light as her lust filled eyes raked over you, lips curling into a smile of utter satisfaction at the fresh love bites and bruises littering your tanned skin.
âgood girl.â the blonde praised as you took a deep breath, near floating as her thumbs stroked the curve of your jaw and a few much sweeter kisses were dusted along your now swollen and plump lips.
âwould you like a coffee?â and there it was, the dismissal of your current state as if you werenât laying beneath her bright red, clammy and panting, body burning with a desire for a release that felt as if it may never come.
all you could manage was a nod but the slight raise of her eyebrows was all the reminder you needed that she expected verbal responses, forever warning you to use your words especially when she was midway through stealing the very breath from your lungs.
âyes please.â you sighed as she nodded with a much softer smile, thumb tugging down your bottom lip and eyes glimmering at the way they parted for her, expecting her fingers to slip past them and into your mouth.
but to your surprise her digits never came, instead you watched as she sucked the remenets of you off of her own fingers, even daring to give you a wink at the way your chest deflated beneath her.
âdu ser sĂ„ vacker ut pĂ„ morgonen.â the blonde smiled, a more tender look across her face as she shuffled off of you, allowing you to pull yourself into a slightly more seated position with a wince, the uncomfortable but undeniable wetness coating your panties dripping down your inner thigh.
something which of course did not go unnoticed by your eagle eyed lover. âstackaren. let me take care of that for you.â she cooed, leaning down to kiss you and you felt her smile against her lips as her hand trailed downward again, hips bucking but this time her touch was gone as quick as it came.
your soaked thong hanging off of her pointer finger she was up and off of you in a blink, feet hitting the floorboards she was half naked and stretching out with a grunt as you heard her back click.
âyou should take a shower Ă€lska, maybe a cold one?â she grinned wickedly and it took all of the self control sheâd drilled into you over the years not to roll your eyes at the cockiness which radiated off of her at your dishevelled and dissatisfied state.
âi will go make breakfast and coffee, but neither will taste even half as sweet as you min Ă€ngel. now go clean yourself up, snĂ€lla.â and with your jaw hanging open and a tender kiss to your forehead she was gone, footsteps thumping down the landing.
you groaned and flopped back down in bed, tugging down her jersey which was still sitting against your neck with a huff.
when you were wed and both agreed until death do you part, you should have known that each day your wife would test just how much she could be the eventual death of you.
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