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cleared my schedule for the umemiya fic.
AAAAA please nonnie i love you so much đ this made me smile so hard hsjsmmm
aaa tbh (rambling): iâve never been this nervous to post writing though ?! is it because itâs umemiya ?! my first long wind breaker post ?! IDK AAAAAAAAA I KEEP READING IT IM LOSING MY MIND I FEEL LIKE I HAVE THE WHOLE THING MEMORIZED
#đŠąâ mail !#kissing my beta readers#OHHH WAIT.#NO.#YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS ?!#iâm nervous what happened last fic will happen again#NOOO BC I WAS ACTUALLY TEARING UP THAT NARUMI FIC STRESSED ME OUT SOOOO BAD#iâm still scared to touch it tbh#I HOPE ALL GOES WELL#PLEASE SHOW UP IN TAGS#anyways anyways#NONNIE UR SO KIND#I HOPE U LIKE IT > < I DID MY BEST
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Absolutely loved that last Carmilla one you did. Could you do a Carmilla x g/n! reader angst turned fluff. Basically insecure/low self esteem reader starts doubting why Carmilla is dating them, they keep hearing what others say and start to think they don't deserve her, she finds out one day.
the angst! the romance! the carmilla hugs! (also ty! I'm glad you liked my writing enough to request something lol!)
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đ includes : carmilla carmine x gender neutral! insecure! reader, zestial/ velvette/ overlords mentioned đ cw : angst, fluff, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, bullying reader?, hugs/cuddling, crying, reader and carmilla make-out whatt đ summary : You scroll for too long, obsessed with the idea that Hell is right. . . maybe you don't belong with Carmilla? But then again, she won't really let you go, no matter what anyone says. đ word count : 946 đ note : just static in my head
You stared with a broken heart at your phone screen, the blue light casting an already darker shadow over your face as you stared at the headlines.
'Carmilla Carmine's New Love Affair?!'
You skimmed over the sub-headers, the bold texts shamelessly poking at you from head to toe, devouring your dignity in one fell swallow.
You groaned, letting your head thump against the cold tile of the kitchen counter.
Is that what they really thought about you? Is that what all of hell was saying? Carmilla. . . The thought summoned tears to your eyes.
Although it was extremely unhealthy to do so, and you thought better of it. You kept scrolling.
The V's, who basically ran the media within the Wraith ring were all talking about it, plastering your face next to hers in an attempt to tear you both down.
The feeling in your hands began to disappear, remembering with darkening vision how the overlords looked down at you like you were something to pity.
Something worth looking down on.
Especially when you stood next to her. . .
The deadliest arms dealer in all of hell.
Even Zestial? The doubt clouded your head like thick rain clouds. Maybe he thought you weren't good enough either. . . just gave you his blessing out of pity.
The way he looked at you, you remember, his shadowy features slumping whenever he turned his attention towards you.
You let the phone go, or maybe it shook out of your trembling hands?
A long, drawn out sigh fled your lungs, quickly replaced by a shaken breath.
At least the marble slab beneath your arms was cool, it felt good against your flushed skin.
Maybe I don't deserve her, the thought tore at your throat, pulling tightly until you couldn't help but let out a quiet sob.
How would you tell her? How would you just. . . let her go without all the questions and hurt?
"Is something wrong, mi corazĂłn?"
You jumped, Carmilla's large hand encasing your quivering shoulders. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard her come in.
"No! Nothing's wrong," you promised. . . unable to look her in the eyes.
"What's this?" She reached for your phone, the blue light flashing momentarily against her grey skin.
"Don't!" you insisted, grabbing the phone from her and practically smashing it onto the counter face down. "I was just- I was just reading something. . ." you tried.
"Why won't you look at me then?" Carmilla grabbed at your face, forcing you to look at her.
The way her eyes softened, a burning rage always locked behind them. . . and her beautiful hair was down. A soft cape draping around her figure and spilling over her shoulders.
You couldn't bear it.
The way she grit her teeth in worry. It felt like you didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve her.
You cried in her hands, closing your eyes so that you didn't have to see her reaction.
And she let you, bending down some to hug you close and tight, rubbing your back until all the pain had fled.
It was another couple of minutes until it felt like it was over, the silence encasing you as you sniffled, trying to hide the embarrassing sound in her skin.
"I know what troubles you these days, my love," she pulled away from the hug, able to properly hold eye contact with you.
You must've looked pathetic.
She smiled, the white fangs biting into her lower lip "How beautiful you are," she whispered, brushing the side of your face and feeling the heat beneath your skin.
"Come here, let's talk about it." Without another word, she lifted you up-for just a moment- and whisked down the quiet halls of her penthouse to the bedroom.
She took up the spot next to you, draping her leg over yours and pulling you closer "I know how you must feel," she stared, propping her head up with her hand, the other coming to rest behind your back. "I just want you to know that I love you, mi corazĂłn, with all my heart. . . that is a promise I make to only a few."
She stroked your side, a bashful smile crawling over her her dark lips "Ay dios mio," she muttered, "You hold my heart like no other will."
The confession, no matter how little or how much you heard it from her, filled your chest with sunlight. A feeling of falling in love that you've felt a handful of times. . . but when it came from her. . . it was new again; and so overwhelming.
"Carmilla?"
Her eyebrows popped up in silent question, before you moved forward, taking her lips in yours. Warm and soft as she kissed you back. She let herself fall into your arms, grabbing at your neck for support while you cradled her head, breaking the kiss for just a moment so that you could pin her under you.
You relished in that split moment.
Carmilla laying beneath you, hair splayed out like a halo around her head, black lipstick smeared down and an evil, needy grin spreading across her face like she'd bite you.
But maybe that's what you wanted.
"I love you," you stated, the confidence in those three words- in the way she made you feel- was enough.
She laughed, a sexy little ringing in your ears that made your heart skip a beat. "Oh mi corazĂłn, you make me feel young again." She pulled you down into her chest, smothering you in kisses, the two of you giggling like a pair of young lovebirds.
#hazbin hotel#imagines#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin carmilla#carmilla carmine#carmilla carmine x y/n#carmilla carmine x you#carmilla carmine x reader#gn!reader#oneshot#anon ask#angst#insecure#low self esteem reader#my beta reader said the vees were in character lol#cuddling#make out#does this count as fluff guys#fluff#hugs and kisses
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Idk any actual lore aside from what I've picked up in other fics but listen. I need to write something about Ramattra have you seen the man???
Ramattra x male reader (not specifically trans but that's implied in all my fics đ)
You started worming your way into his life the moment you first cracked some dark joke about the state of humanity
He was initially curious - what would make a human turn on their own kind?
And, even more confusing, why were you still so kind to those around you - human and omnic alike?
It started as pure curiosity. A simple need to understand.
He started to....linger...near you at times, you could feel him watching you occasionally (every time you turned to catch him staring you'd find him focused on something else way in the distance)
It took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop his amused chuckle at the suspicious squint you'd always send his way
something something now you're dating so bonus thotsâąïž under the cut
SFW
Ramattra sometimes gives you his version of piggy back rides
It's really just you standing on his hips, arms draped around his neck for balance, watching over his shoulder as he goes about his day
He'll let you hang out there as long as you want tbh he likes being close to you
It's very silly to see but if Ramattra catches anyone laughing...... đŹđŹ
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Sometimes, Ramattra is amazed that you, a frail human, would put so much trust into him. That you'd feel safe with him in your most vulnerable moments. He was an Omnic built for war, not-
The thought makes him weak when he's knuckle-deep in you
Though you writhe and pant under him, gripping the sheets until your own knuckles turn white, strangled cries escaping your open mouth while you teeter on the edge of release
Though you haven't even touched him yet
Somehow, Ramattra is just as much of a mess as you are
He feels as though he's trembling, terrified of hurting you (part of him still scoffing at his own concern for a human)
He's so focused on your reactions he swears he can feel your heart beating in his own chest
If you were able to hear anything over your own sounds, you'd notice the once-soft whirring of fans within Ramattra's body has gotten much louder, vents opening on his back to release hot air
He's desperate, touching you as though he'll find his own release through yours
You reach up, intent on dragging his face down to you, but Ramattra beats you to it, burying himself in the crook of your neck
When you finally do tip over the edge - back arching high off the bed as your head flies back with a startled cry - the deep groan that rumbles in your ear and against your chest makes you think he might actually have come undone just from touching you
The thought sends you over the edge a second time, legs locked and trembling around his arm
#ramattra x reader#ramattra x male reader#overwatch x reader#overwatch x male reader#ramattra headcanons#no kids allowed#he's literally the first robotic character I've fallen head over heels for and I'm heartbroken ill never get to hug him#i wanna figure out what makes him hide his face in the crook of my neck!!#i wanna make him flustered and shy!!!!!!#i wanna hear his cranky grumbling when i kiss all over his face#leaving smudges all over the place#his nemesis form? built for hugging. boyfriend shaped. I'm in love with him#no beta we die like men#this is apparently my 100th original post on this blog? nice
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Went to the mall and got blind bags. Five bags later and we got these fellas (the other two don't matter, they aren't tbbt)
#Went with my beta reader#He's keeping Raj and Howard to make them kiss or something#tbbt#big bang theory
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Heating Pad
Summary: Joel helps you feel better while you're on your period
Rating: G
Word count: 0.6K
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is in her early 40s, Joel is in his early 50s), sorta hurt/comfort
A/N: Iâm on my period rn and Iâve been âšsufferingâš and itâs also my bday so Iâm writing this little drabble because I deserve it. I just KNOW Joel knows how to deal with this stuff, given he was a single dad raising a girl and then basically became Ellieâs dad. Also I accidentally posted this on my alt initially so it's there too ig. Oops lol
You canât remember the last time youâve been in so much pain.
Period cramps usually arenât this bad for you. Obviously they still hurt, but itâs never anything that some medicine canât fix. This, though? This is an entirely new level of pain. Nothing has been able to help so far- not painkillers, not your heating pad, not the tea Ellie so helpfully made for you. You groan, holding your waist and curling further into yourself, hoping that it will somehow ease the pain.
ââŠSweetheart?â
You look up to see Joel standing in the doorway. You give him a weak, pained smile that probably looks more like a grimace. âHey, Joel.â
He walks toward you, sitting on the edge of your bed and running his hand along your back. âThat time of the month, huh?â
You nod. âIâll be okay, donât worry about it.â As soon as the words leave your mouth, a wave of pain washes over you. You wince, sucking in a breath, and look up at Joel. He looks completely unconvinced, worry evident on his face. âReally, Joel. Iâll be fine. Itâs just cramps.â
âHoney, I donât care if itâs just cramps, Iâm not leaving your side until you feel better, okay?â he says, laying down next to you. âDo you honestly think Iâm just going to leave you here while youâre clearly in pain? Come on, you know better than that.â He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist.
You laugh a bit at that, burying your head in his shoulder. âI know.. I just donât want to make you worry when you donât need to.â
He kisses your forehead. âI know, baby. But you gotta understand that I want to be there for you when youâre hurtinâ. I just wanna help you feel better.â He brings your hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to it. âHow can I help?â
You sigh. âI donât fucking know, Joel. Iâve tried everything I could think of, but they wonât go away.â You pull him closer, holding him against you in hopes that maybe his warmth will help with the pain.
âOh, honeyâŠâ he whispers as he rubs your back soothingly. âYouâre gonna be okay, I promise.â He pauses for a moment, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head. âHas anything at least been able to help? Make the pain a bit more bearable?â
âThe heating pad, I guess?â You shrug. âDidnât do much, but it worked better than anything else I tried.â You grimace as pain overcomes you again.
âWell, where is it? Even if it doesnât do much, you should at least have it with you.â You gesture vaguely to the floor, and he spots it next to the bed. âHere, doll.â He hands it to you. âLay back, donât curl up like that. I know you want to, but it wonât help.â He plugs in the heating pad. âWhereâs it hurt, your waist?â
You nod. âJoel, you donât gotta do all this.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong. Gotta take care of my favorite lady.â He puts his hand over the heating pad, adding slight pressure. âOh, you poor thing, canât imagine how much it hurts.â He leans in and kisses you softly. âAnything else I can do for you, angel?â
You shake your head. âYouâve done more than enough, sweetheart.â You cup his cheek with your hand. âYouâre too good to me.â
He smiles, putting his hand over yours. âJust givinâ you what you deserve.â
You pull him towards you, hugging him tightly. âThank youâŠâ
He hugs you back, squeezing you against him. âNo problem, hun.â
Even though cramps are still wracking your body, youâve never felt so at peace as you lay wrapped in Joelâs arms.
#joel miller x reader#joel x reader#joel miller#fanfiction#tlou#tlou fanfiction#the last of us#period comfort#i love this man#i just want to kiss him#no beta we die like my childhood innocence
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Can i gib a little kiss kiss to abraham pls i wanna gib some kith kith to my fav boy
abraham seems to be factory resetting. give him a few minutesâŠ
#âȘïž abraham a. ;; the church boy#i ;; the magician â my drawings#xvi ;; the tower â asks/inbox#anonymous#he wants to ask for more SOOOOOOO BAAAD#but thatd count as initiating so u have to kiss him urself#beta abe design reveal btw#yandere boy#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x oc#yandere imagines#also i didnt get a lotta asks so asks for these r still open
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electing to disappear into the woods forever instead of editing any more high noon over camelot fic
#write arthur/gwen/lance they said. itll be fun they said.#im so tired#how is this 55 pages this was meant to be one scene#why can i never write any shortform fics. why am i like this#they said write for yourself but they never warned me that means fuckin#40k word oneshot type nonsense#i hate editing. i hate writing too but at the very least i get a written thing out of it#after editing you just get a Theoretically Better Thing. terrifying.#i'm not meant for this! im meant to frolic!!!! FROLIC!!!!!!!#to kiss WOMEN!!!!!#to CUDDLE my FRIENDS!!!!!!#'oh just get a beta reader' and be PERCEIVED??????? ARE YOU INSNANE?????????#i am entirely in a hell of my own making and that is how it will stay. i will honestly say the amount of complaining i do is admirable#you know. with The Circumstances in mind#i hate all my hobbies but they live in me and their thousand hungers will turn to bleed my soul if i don't partake in their CURSED EUCHARIS#URGH#cilly.txt
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focus group results on ch21 are in
#pointy objects#big ups to my kokichi correspondent/darling beta reader to evan captorvatiing#amogus kiss gif
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ekhem....
O RANY BOSKIE-
#tpata#just refreshed ao3 and i see THIS#goddamn#also apologies for polishposting but this is the only phrase that can adequately reflect my reaction to this information#roughly means oh great heavens#TYSM SJDHJASJDH#i love my moots and my readers and my beta readers and mwah mwah mwah mwah mwha#kisses!!! to all of y'all!!!#ao3#ezioleo
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infect me with your love
pairing âžș spiderman!gojo x reader
summary âžș you have always existed in gojo satoruâs shadow. he is a physics prodigy, a person that everyone endlessly admires for his intelligence and charisma, and you hate him for taking the spotlight that you deserve to share with him. but it all changes one day at 5:07AM at your starbucks job when gojo barges in, ordering ridiculously sweet drinks and posing existential questions. is there more to gojo that meets the eye, and is it linked to the vigilante swinging around New York City?
warnings âžș college au, academic rivals to lovers, SMUT, tooth rotting fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, basically the holy trinity, reader works at Starbucks (BOYCOTT tho), set in NYC, both reader and gojo are physics majors, mentions of SA, attempt at SA on reader but nothing too graphic, some violence, gojo swings reader across NYC so might trigger fear of heights?. SPIDER-MAN KISS SPIDERMAN KISS, injury and mentions of blood, mentions of gun, inappropriate use of webs LOL, fingering, oral, p in v sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied
playlist âžș quantum rizzics
a/n thank you for @avaults my POOKIE for beta reading this. this has been a journey and my first longfic and i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it it's my baby:')
if u donât wanna read the smut just skip the part after they make up, itâs not necessary to the story and is the ending scene. but just to be clear, minors dni.
kinktober masterlist | general masterlist | spiderman!gojo masterlist
fun fact: starbucks opens at 5am.
of course, that depends on your local hours and where you live, but in the campus starbucks you worked at, your manager fortunately didnât really care if you showed up to your opening shift a bit late. after all, no professor or undergrad is waking up at the ass crack of dawn to get a fuckin coffee; if they really needed a pick me up, theyâd go to get the free alcohol at one of the frats that was still partying.Â
matter of fact, your manager didnât really give a fuck what you did as long as you didnât get the shop blown up or the matcha spilled (it was expensive). this meant you could leisurely wake up at 4:45am and set up the display muffins and cake pops when you arrived in the shop at 5:20am. really, the manager ought to reduce the hours because all you do is finish your readings for your gen ed history classes on the canvas app on your phone. so, really you get paid for doing your homework on your shiftsânot that youâre complaining or anything.
that is, until gojo satoru.
first, letâs get the record straight about who gojo is. gojo is a physics second-yearâsame as youâwho is the bane of your existence. up until a few months ago, you never saw gojo satoru outside of classes (where he was dozing off) unless you happened to show up at a frat party, which was only a few occurrences when you got peer pressured by your friends. clearly, he was a âwork hard, party hardâ type person because he frequents the frats more than the library while having the grades to make up for it because heâs a prodigy. heâs charismatic and smart as fuck; right out of middle school he was studying manifolds and abstract algebra while the rest of the high school freshmen were learning the quadratic equation and the concept of variables. he probably learned what gravity was at age of two and was doing research in quantum field theory by the time he got into college.Â
take the last time you saw him outside of class, at office hours with professor yaga.
the air in professor yagaâs office is thick with the scent of old textbooks, the hum of the overhead lights adding to the familiar quiet. youâve been waiting all week for this chance, and youâre armed with a question thatâs supposed to signal iâve done my homework. you lean forward, trying to project confidence as you ask, âi read in your last paper that youâre working on optimizing error correction in quantum computing systems. is there a reason you prioritized stabilizer codes over surface codes?â
professor yagaâs brow lifts, impressed, and you can feel the warmth of his approval starting to settle around you. âah,â he says, sounding pleasantly surprised, âyouâve actually read it. thatâs... a complicated question.â he leans back, launching into an explanation, and for a second, you think this might actually be itâthe moment he notices you for your dedication, your depth of knowledge.
but then, the door creaks open behind you.
you tense, a sinking feeling pooling in your stomach even before you turn around. of course, itâs gojo satoru, strolling in like he owns the place. his bag is slung over one shoulder, and heâs flashing that easy grin that never seems to falter. he spares you the briefest glance before zeroing in on professor yaga.
professor yagaâs face shifts instantly, a mixture of annoyance and resignation flashing in his eyes as he sighs, âgojo. nice of you to join us.â
âhey, i was just passing by,â gojo says casually, though heâs clearly anything but. he doesnât pass by anywhere without making an entrance. âthought iâd check in on how everyoneâs doing.â
the glint in yagaâs eyes sharpens, and he fixes gojo with a look. âwhenâs that last problem set coming in, satoru? iâve had enough late assignments from you for one semester.â
at this, another professor at a nearby desk chuckles, casting an amused glance at gojo. âdonât push him too hard, yaga,â he says as if gojoâs delinquency is something charming, a shared inside joke. âkidâs already got the departmentâs highest scores without trying.â
oh, for godâs fucking sake. you force yourself not to roll your eyes, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag as you sink back in your chair. of course, all it takes is for him to show up and somehow youâre rendered invisible. just minutes ago, professor yaga was engaging with you, treating you as if you might actually belong in this room with your carefully constructed question. now, heâs utterly distracted, entirely absorbed by whatever pseudo-flattering insults heâs throwing at gojo. and, for the record, that stupid, balding professor is wrong. you have the same fucking scores as gojo, so youâre equals.
youâre not even sure gojo realizes heâs doing itâthat he has this magnetic, obnoxious effect on everyone in a room. but thatâs exactly what grates on you the most. he pulls all eyes to him, like heâs some cosmic force everyoneâs compelled to admire. and you? youâre just⊠there. not that itâs any different than the usual experiences youâve had as a woman in stem, always feeling like you have to prove yourself five times over. but somehow, gojo makes it worse.
and he does it all effortlessly, like physics is some sort of playground where he can breeze through research and exams, sprinkling charisma wherever he goes. heâs probably off writing his own theories on manifolds while everyone else is struggling to keep up with quantum mechanics. meanwhile, here you are, clawing for every shred of recognition, only to watch it fizzle as soon as he steps into the room.
he flashes a grin at professor yaga. âiâll get it in,â he says, waving a hand dismissively. âiâm just, you know, prioritizing. some of us have⊠extracurriculars.â he doesnât wink, but he might as well.
you resist the urge to scoff, sinking deeper into your seat as the frustration bubbles up, sharp and hot. itâs not like youâre jealous. youâd rather endure anything than admit that. but watching gojo waltz in and immediately siphon off any attention youâd managed to earn feels like a slap. if he could just stop showing up, or better yet, stop pretending to be so casually brilliant, maybeâjust maybeâyouâd have a chance at something other than this routine invisibility.
you let out a huff, pretending to check the time, imagining you had somewhere better to be. you have brilliant, observant blue eyes following you out the door, but youâre too busy trying to keep yourself together until you reach your dorm, where you ugly cry it out.
which, of course, brings you to mornings like this one, where you actually do have to be somewhere. namely, behind the counter at the campus starbucks, opening up shop while most of the world is still asleep. you catch sight of the green mermaid logo ahead, just visible through the dim haze of a 5:07 a.m. chill.
and right beneath it, thereâs a familiar head of silver hair.
your eyes have to double take on the man who seems to be looking a bit slouched, tired and leaning against the light pole while tapping his foot. the muscular yet tall stature and white hair are unmistakable; itâs the same ones youâve dreamed about throttling. but youâre so confused as to why heâs there that you just decide to wordlessly walk towards the store and open up, ignoring his presence until his voice cuts through the morning silence.
âdoesnât this store open up at 5?â his voice sounds tired and groggy, you notice.Â
âuh, yea,â you answer tentatively, shrugging. âbut, um, no one comes until 7 so i show up late.â
his eyes narrow and somewhat playfully (well, as playful as he can sound at the ass crack of dawn anyways), he asks, âdonât you know time is of the essence? seems pretty irresponsible to me that youâre not showing up on time.â
you just stare at him for a bit because, after all, this is the guy youâve been having the murderous equivalent of wet dreams about for the past year talking to you in a friendly, joking, familiar way. needless to say, youâre at a loss of words in your slightly flustered state, so all that comes out is a short âsorryâ before youâre walking in, getting ready to put on your apron and setting the oven on to heat up the croissants.Â
gojo follows in after you, choosing to sit at the table closest to the counter. he sets the backpack he had on his back down, rummaging through and whipping out his laptop and plugging it in. itâs a heavy old thing, and gojoâs biceps strain as he pulls it out and you almost snort when looking at it in its entirety. a gaming laptop.
 but you donât do that, because laughing at someone whoâs a stranger to you would be mean, no matter how much you hate him, so you resort to setting up the counter and getting some powders out. bending over, you get the newly shipped box of cake pops, deigning to put them out on display until youâre interrupted with a cough.
you turn, looking inquisitively at gojo until he points down to the counter, indicating that he wants to order. you mumble, âjust a second!â before you continue hauling the box to put it on the top counter where you can easily unpack it and brush your hands, walking up to gojo and getting the system ready to take his order.Â
and your fingers are poised on the buttons until you realize that no order is coming out of his mouth. you blink, and he blinks, keeping a stoic face that nevertheless poorly conceals an amused expression.
ââŠwhat can i get you?âÂ
at that, he pouts. âno good morning? no chirpy hello?â
you just stare at him for a good second. what the fuck?
âwhat?â gojo frowns. âshouldnât you do that to every customer?â you realize belatedly youâve said it out loud in your shock, but shake it off nonetheless.Â
the silence lingers after gojoâs teasing comment, making you acutely aware of the odd situation: youâre standing there in your work apron, face-to-face with the man youâve imagined taking down in your head a thousand times, and yet here he is, tired but playfully trying to chat you up. you should hate thisâheâs getting under your skin, but for some reason, you just feel unsettled, disturbed that heâs so human.
you donât trust your voice to not crack while making eye contact with him, so, instead, you focus on your screen. you settle on a simple, flat, âmorning,â without a hint of cheerfulness, staring down at the register like itâs your lifeline.
gojoâs eyebrow quirks at your half-hearted greeting, but he says nothing, opting instead to study you with an amused glint. you can feel his gaze, like a weight on your skin, and it almost makes you shiver. he leans forward a little, propping his elbows on the counter, his posture loose but expectant. his playful energy is barely masking something beneath it, something harder.
gojo's grin is wide, almost boyish, and it makes your stomach churn more than it should.
âsee? was that so hard?â he says, leaning forward on his elbows like heâs settling in for a chat. his tone is too friendly for someone whoâs never exchanged more than a glance with you in classâsomeone youâve been actively avoiding whenever possible.
you scowl, moving to the register to finally punch in his order. âwhat would you like?â
âhmm...â he taps his chin, dragging out the silence. heâs enjoying this, that much is obvious. âsurprise me.â
you blink, fingers still poised over the buttons. âsurprise you?â
âyeah,â he says, shrugging like itâs no big deal. âyou work here. you know whatâs good.â
you want to throttle him. really, truly throttle him. thereâs no way this is realâno way the gojo satoru is sitting in front of you at 5:07 in the morning, asking you to surprise him with a starbucks order like heâs some quirky regular.
and yet, here you are.
âfine,â you mutter, punching in the order for the sweetest, most ridiculous concoction you can think of. caramel drizzle, extra whipped cream, a pump of every syrup in the back roomâyouâre not going easy on him. âthatâll be eight dollars.â
he doesnât blink at the ridiculous price. of course, he doesnât.
pulling out his phone, he taps it against the card reader and flashes you another grin. âthanks, iâm sure itâll be great.â
you barely resist the urge to roll your eyes. âuh-huh.â
as you move to make the drink, the silence between you stretches uncomfortably. youâve spent so much time thinking about gojo, despising him, that now that heâs here, right in front of you, you donât know how to act. and the worst part? he seems perfectly at ease, completely unfazed by the fact that youâve spent the better part of a year dreaming of his downfall. heâs back to looking at his stupid heavy ahh gaming laptop, and as you move over to put in copious amounts of caramel pumps, you notice that heâs on cool math games playing fireboy and watergirl and almost snort out loud. heâs locked in on his game, his legs moving up and down anxiously, reminiscent of an ipad kid.
after a few minutes of assembling his monstrosity of a drink, you slide it across the counter. âhere,â you say, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice.
gojo raises an eyebrow at the drink, the sheer volume of whipped cream threatening to spill over the lid. âwow,â he says, sounding genuinely impressed. âyou really went all out.â
âyou said to surprise you.â
âi did,â he admits, grabbing the cup and taking a slow, deliberate sip. his eyes widen slightly at the overly sweet taste, and for a brief moment, you think youâve won.
but then he smiles again, that same irritatingly carefree smile, and you know you havenât.Â
âso,â gojo begins, leaning back in his chair like heâs settling in for a long conversation. âwhatâs a genius like you doing working the early shift at starbucks?â
your hands freeze mid-clean, and you glance at him sharply. genius?
you canât tell if heâs being sincere or mocking youâprobably the latter, considering who he isâbut the word still lingers in the air between you, unsettling.
you scoff, trying to brush it off. âgotta pay the bills somehow,â you mutter, going back to wiping down the counter. but gojoâs gaze is heavy on you, and you can tell heâs not letting it go.
you glance up at him. âlook, i like having time to think in the mornings. itâs quiet. besides, no oneâs lining up for coffee before 7, so itâs not like iâm missing anything.â
gojo chuckles softly, but thereâs something off about it. âthinking time, huh?â he repeats your words, but thereâs a strange edge to them, like heâs mulling them over. in fact, you think you just realize that heâs been acting oddly this entire morning, restlessness evident in his figure. he taps his fingers on the table, his eyes flickering to the window, watching the gray morning light spill into the shop.
âdoesnât it ever feel likeâŠâ he trails off, brow furrowing slightly. âi donât know⊠like you should be doing something else? like⊠something more?â
his question hangs in the air, heavy and unspoken, but you get the feeling heâs not talking about you. thereâs something in his voice, something that sounds like heâs grappling with his own thoughts, with his own place in the world.
for a moment, youâre tempted to brush him off. to tell him heâs overthinking things, that heâs gojo satoru and he already has everything laid out for him. but something stops you. maybe itâs the way he looksâhis usual confidence slightly cracked at the edges, his playful tone masking something else. something deeper.
you shrug, turning back to the counter. âi mean⊠it doesnât have to be âmoreâ all the time. sometimes just showing up is enough.â
thereâs a pause, and you can feel the weight of your words sinking in. gojo goes quiet, really quiet, and when you glance back at him, his usual smirk is gone. heâs just⊠staring at you, eyes narrowed slightly like heâs trying to figure you out.
âjust⊠showing up, huh?â he repeats softly, almost like heâs testing the words. his fingers stop tapping, and he leans back in his chair, his gaze unfocused, like heâs somewhere else entirely. somewhere in his own head.
you donât say anything else. youâve said your piece, and somehow, you know it hit deeper than either of you expected. thereâs a strange silence between you now, not uncomfortable, but heavy with understanding.
gojo stands up after a long pause, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. he looks at you, his usual grin slipping back into place, but itâs softer now. less cocky. more real.
âmaybe youâre right,â he says, and this time thereâs no teasing in his voice. âsometimes itâs enough just to show up.â
and with that, he gives you a small nod, turning and heading out into the cold morning. the door swings shut behind him, and for a second, you just stand there, staring after him.
somethingâs shifted. you donât know what it is, but it feels like the start of something. something bigger than just a rivalry.
you shake your head, turning back to the counter. itâs too early for this shit.
âŠ
âyou know, i didnât get your name.â
gojoâs voice cuts through the low hum of the espresso machine as he leans against the counter, that same insufferable grin plastered across his face. heâs here again, of course, only this time itâs during your closing shift. the place is quiet, almost deserted except for the occasional customer who swings by for a quick coffee before heading back out into the cold.
you look up from the equipment you were cleaning, already annoyed. âiâm pretty sure weâve shared at least one class every semester.â
you werenât trying to hide the pettiness. gojo, for all his academic genius, clearly couldnât be bothered to remember youâa recurring face in his orbit. itâs not like you were expecting him to remember you, especially among the sea of faces in lecture halls, but something about the way he strolled in, acting like this was just some cute, quirky meet-cute, got under your skin.
gojo quirks an eyebrow in confusion, his gaze drifting up toward the ceiling as if searching the recesses of his mind for your nameâonly to come up empty. âare you a grad student?â
you flash him an exasperated look. âjust for that, iâm not telling you.â
grabbing a towel to wipe your hands, you step out from behind the barista counter, heading towards the trash can just behind him to restock the straws. as you make your way to the supply room, you can feel his eyes following your every move. to your surprise, gojo starts walking toward you, his presence looming as you dump the straws into the container.
it isnât until you turn around that you realize heâs standing right next to you, bent comically at the waist and squinting at something on your chest. heat creeps up your neck and into your cheeks as you realize his proximity and move to take a step back.Â
he wasnât ogling you (thank god), but instead, squinting at the nametag pinned to your apron.
"ah," he says, straightening up with a triumphant grin. âthere it is. y/n, huh?â the way his mouth rolls over your name slowly makes you feel a bit weird, because after all, this is the guy youâve shit talked about in your diary finally acknowledging you existed, but before you can reflect on the feeling, you bristle again in annoyance.Â
âreally? you had to get that close just to read my name?â
gojo doesnât seem fazed by your annoyance, in fact, it only seems to amuse him further. âhey, i was just trying to be thorough. gotta make sure i get it right, you know?â his grin widens, and you swear heâs enjoying this way too much.
âthorough. sure.â you turn away, trying to busy yourself with the straws again, but the heat still lingers on your face. his proximity had been⊠unexpected. and a little too close for comfort.
when youâre done with the straws, you steel the courage to turn your body so youâre facing him, making an indication with your hands for him to move out of your way. instead of him giving you space to leave the cramped corner, he leans against the counter now like he practically owns the place. in doing so, he effectively pins you against the corner of the coffee shop, leaving you no option but to fiddle with the straws while pointedly avoiding his gaze, but not before you see the pout on his face. âyouâre not going to ask me for my name?â
âi know it. itâs gojo.â you immediately curse yourself for letting your lips loose.
fuck. he squints his eyes in what you perceive as suspicion. âhow do you know my name?â
âi saw it on your credit card information.â you couldnât exactly tell him how youâve stalked him (as well as how inefficient you found a function in his 6th grade robotics code), so that would be a plausible enough reason.Â
but gojo, of course, doesnât let up. âso, y/n,â he starts. âyou going to the party next week? you know, for halloweekend?â
ah, halloweekend. the ultimate weekend for getting excuses to dress slutilly, excessively drink, and get laid. at your college, it was an even bigger deal, with people partying for all three days of the weekâs end as well as the weekend before and after halloween. you shook your head. âi donât think so.â that phys 321 assignment was not going to finish itself, nor were parties really your scene.
âwhat?â he immediately crosses his arms across his chest, frowning and leaning closer to you to squint at you. âwhy?â
you sigh inwardly, awkward at the prospect of him bugging you further about your life. âiâm buââ
youâre interrupted by the sound of the door opening and instinctively move to get behind the counter to take the new customerâs order; at first, you thank the heavens that you got a distraction from gojo, that youâre not alone anymore, but seeing who the customer was, the hope extinguishes like a candle face with wind.
you both see a man swagger in, the same guy youâve noticed hanging around far too often lately. his eyes immediately lock onto you, and a slow, sleazy grin spreads across his face.
âhey, look whoâs still here,â the man says, sauntering over to the counter like he owns the place. âmy favorite barista.â
you tense, forcing a smile. âwhat can i get you?â
he doesnât answer right away, his gaze sliding down your body in a way that makes your skin crawl. âi was thinkingâŠâ he drawls, leaning in closer than necessary, âyou and i should hang out. youâre always here, and iâm always here, so itâs like fate or something, right?â
your stomach churns, and you take a small step back, maintaining your composure. âiâm good, thanks.â
but he doesnât let up, leaning further across the counter. âcome on, donât be like that. just one drink. you deserve it after a long day.â
âi really canâtââ
âdonât be shy,â he interrupts, a grin spreading wider. âiâm a nice guy, i promise.â
before you can think of another polite rejection, gojo steps forward, his body language shifting entirely. the playful air around him evaporates, replaced by something colder, more dangerous. he positions himself squarely between you and the guy, effectively cutting off the manâs view of you.
âshe said no,â gojo says, his voice firm, low. âso why donât you fuck off?â
the sleazy guy blinks, clearly not expecting the sudden shift. his smile fades, and he glares at gojo, sizing him up like heâs considering pushing back. but one glance at gojoâs unwavering stare, and the guy decides itâs not worth it. with a muttered curse, he turns and leaves, the door swinging shut behind him.
you let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding. the guyâs been bothering you routinely; part of you thinks that heâs still not going to leave you alone, but the rest of you visibly relaxes, the weight of this guyâs harassment lifting off your shoulders under gojoâs protection.
gojo turns back to you, the usual teasing smirk creeping back onto his face, though his eyes are still sharp. âyou okay?â
âyeah,â you manage, though your voice is quieter than youâd like. âthanks for that.â
âdonât mention it.â he shrugs it off like it was nothing, but thereâs something different in the way heâs looking at you nowâsomething protective. âi know youâre perfectly capable of handling yourself, but i figured iâd speed things up a bit.â
you roll your eyes, trying to shake off the tension. âyouâre such a hero, gojo.â
âalways,â he replies with a wink. and just like that, the momentâs lightened again, the balance between you restored, though thereâs a subtle shift in the air. something unspoken between the two of youâan understanding, maybe.
you donât acknowledge it out loud, but as you go back to restocking, you find yourself glancing at him more than before. and for the first time in⊠well, ever, you donât completely mind his presence.
âŠ
fast forward a few hours, and after a bit of conversation, gojo finally leaves the fine institution that is your campus starbucks. right now, youâre alone and finishing cleaning up. you lock up, the starbucks finally closed, finishing your last task for the night. itâs quietâtoo quiet, actually, with the usual streetlights casting strange shadows across the empty sidewalk. the air feels heavy, like something unseen is lingering just out of reach, watching from the dark. you shake it off, telling yourself youâre just tired and letting your nerves get to you.
as you start your walk back to your dorm, the feeling only grows. the streetâs nearly empty, and with each step, the silence presses in closer. itâs fine, you tell yourself, picking up your pace. but then you hear it: the echo of footsteps, faint but unmistakable. heart pounding, you speed up, every instinct telling you to just get back. almost there. you just have to cross the alleyâ
âhey there,â a voice drawls, and your stomach sinks. a hand moves to grab at your shoulder, making you turn quickly. what meets your vision is the same guy from earlier, his grin widening in a way that makes your skin crawl.
you try to move out of his grip, but he grabs you harder, cutting off any escape. âaw, donât be like that. i just wanted some company.â
your throatâs dry, but you manage, âi said no.â
he doesnât even pretend to listen, his gaze trailing over you with that same leering interest. âno need to be so uptight. i could make this fun for you.â
your back hits the wall of the alley. trapped. he leans in, his breath warm and sour against your face, one hand reaching out as he says something sleazy that you can barely hear over the pounding in your earsâ
and then a voice cuts in from above, all easy humor. âyâknow, i always thought this cityâs trash problem was bad, but this is something else.â
your heart leaps in your chest at the small flicker of hope, that someone has the balls to try to rescue you. but as youâand this creepâturn, you find no evidence of another party present, only his mysterious presence.Â
âwhoâs there?â the guy snarls, his grip tightening so much that you wince. âwhy donât you get lost if you know whatâs good for youââ
âdude, donât you have any rizz?â the mysterious boy retorts.the stranger has a youthful voice, someone of your age. âthe way you have to resort to sexual harassment is just sad. you guys are always sooo predictable, youâre so gonna tell me to scram or something.â
the man scowls, hand leaving your arm in an effort to search for the stranger in the dark. âwhy donât you mind your own business, punkââ
and heâs interrupted, because a shiny, silver something flings out in the darkness and lands on his face, sending his arms in a frenzy to uncover what it is. the man rips the sticky, silver webbing off his face with a growl, looking around wildly, his expression shifting from confusion to anger. his eyes dart through the dark alley, searching for the source of that cocky voice, but thereâs nothingâjust shadows and the faint flicker of a streetlamp somewhere down the block.
âwho the hell are you?â he snaps, twisting his neck as if he could scare whoeverâs hiding out there into the open. âshow yourself, you bastard!â
a chuckle echoes from the darkness, bouncing off the brick walls. âwow, real tough guy, huh? but you should work on those anger issues. theyâre, uhâŠa bit unbecoming.â
the man spins around, and another burst of webbing flies out from somewhere unseen, sticking to his shoulder this time. he yanks it off with a frustrated grunt, his head whipping from side to side as he tries to locate the stranger.
âyou think this is funny?â he spits, voice raised in a mix of fear and fury.
âdepends. do you?â the voice is closer now, almost like the stranger is right above you, yet no oneâs there. âor is this just a big overreaction? all i did was suggest you rethink your approach. go to therapy or sumâ.â
the man snarls, fists clenched, starting to look downright unhinged. âget down here and say that to my face, punk!â
âas you wish.â
with a soft thump, a figure drops from above, landing directly in front of the guy in a low crouch. in the dim light, all you see at first are the blue and black accents on the otherwise white suit, his head tilting up, illuminated just enough that his white, wide eyes glow with a certain playful menace. and then, your eyes widen as you gasp to yourself.Â
youâve seen him before.
okay, pause.
youâre a busy college student, one who stays entrenched in the bubble of upcoming exams, assignments, and problem sets that you donât check the news often. in the off chance you do turn from your usual consumption of social media during your breaks to the news, you only have time to read the big headlines.
so you did read somewhere that in your universityâs city of new york city, there was a masked menanâvigilante that had beat up a few guys near a shawarma joint or prevented some shootings at a nightclub. new york city was full of incompetent cops that were on the lookout for him (a/n acabbbbbb) since this guy was a vigilante, some kind of superhero slinging around on webs. some nameâspiderman.
but before you could read more into the article, your soul almost left your body when you got a canvas notification saying your midterm was graded, so that was the end of that.
alright, pause over. back to now.
âhi!â spiderman chirps, giving him a friendly wave before ducking just as the man throws a punch. the swing goes wide, and spiderman straightens up with a disappointed sigh. âsee, this is why iâm the one with the web powers. youâd hurt yourself with these moves.â
without warning, the man charges again, swinging in rapid succession, but each one misses as spiderman easily sidesteps, practically dancing around him. âoof, dude, how did you make it this far in life with reflexes like that?â he ducks another blow, slipping behind the guy to give him a light tap on the shoulder as he passes.
the man stumbles, eyes flashing with frustration, and lets out a roar, reaching down to pick up a loose brick from the alley floor. he raises it above his head, face twisted in a snarl.
âoh, so weâre improvising now?â spiderman quips, and before the man can bring the brick down, a strand of webbing shoots out, sticking to the brick and yanking it from his grasp. it flies off somewhere into the alley, landing with a dull clatter.
the guy stumbles forward, off balance, and spiderman takes the opportunity to web his feet to the ground, immobilizing him in place. the man struggles, pulling his legs, but heâs stuck fast.
âever heard of boundaries?â spiderman asks, tilting his head with mock innocence. âor, like, self-restraint? you should look into it.â
the man glares, seething, still struggling against the webs. âyou think youâre some kinda hero?â he sneers.
spiderman shrugs, glancing over at you, catching your gaze in a way that makes you feel both strangely comforted and seen. ânah, heroâs a big word. iâm just your friendly neighborhood guy with slightly above-average reflexes.â
with a frustrated yell, the man finally wrenches one arm free and makes a desperate lunge, his fist connecting with spidermanâs side. spiderman lets out a small grunt but only wobbles slightly before grinning. âokay, buddy, playtimeâs over.â
before the man can even react, spiderman sends out another web, this time at his wrist, effectively pinning him to the alley wall. he struggles, face twisted in anger, but spiderman just raises a gloved hand to his lips as if hushing a child. then, in the lull that follows, you remember the thick quantum mechanics textbook in your bag. without thinking, you yank it out and, in a burst of adrenaline, swing it at the manâs head. the book lands with a solid thud, and he slumps, finally, into silence.
spiderman looks at the unconscious man, then at the textbook in your hand. he lets out a low whistle. âyou know, iâve always thought textbooks were a weapon of choice, but thatâs next-level dedication.â thatâs when you realize just how tall he is compared to you, and you canât help your excitement when you realize that heâs here in the flesh.
ânice hit, by the waââ
âitâs you!â you exclaim.Â
âwhat?â he sputters, white eyes widening almost comically. âme? oh,â then he straightens up, âyea, yea. just your friendly neighborhood spiderman. rescuing pretty girls from creeps, kinda my thing. â he shrugs.
you continue, excitedly, âright, youâre the one on the newsââ you move your hand to point at him but quickly wince, the pain of the manâs grip catching up to you.Â
he doesnât miss the movement, eyes squinting at you. âhey, weâll have to get you home. do you trust me?â
you look at him, clutching your arm in pain, and really take a moment to check him out. heâs saved you, heâs probably six feet tall, and his ass looks fantastic in his suit. at this point, youâre looking at him with heart eyes. but you canât exactly tell him you want him to propose, so all you utter out is a ây-yeah. my dormâs randall.â
he doesn't waste any time. with a quick nod, he hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he aims a webline up toward the buildings. âhold on tight, randallâs just a swing away,â he murmurs, his voice light but steady. his hand settles on your hip, and you can't stop the way your stomach flips at the contact.
before you can even process whatâs happening, he launches the two of you into the air, the city blurring beneath your feet as you cling to him, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit for dear life. his arm stays solid around you, his grip somehow both gentle and strong. he lands lightly on the roof of your dorm, setting you down carefully like youâre something fragile. and he steps back, dusting his hands off in the most nonchalant way possible, like he didnât just take you on the most exhilarating ride of your life.
âthis is your stop,â he says, that signature, almost cocky smile playing in his voice.
âuh⊠yeah. thanks. for the rescue,â you manage, your voice a little shakier than youâd like. you donât know if âthank youâ is enoughâit doesnât even come close to covering what you feel.
but he just shrugs, taking a step back. âall in a dayâs work,â he says. âor nightâs work, i guess.â he pauses, giving you a quick once-over. âget some sleep, yeah?â
and just like that, he gives you a small, almost playful salute and vanishes, swinging off into the night as easily as heâd appeared, leaving you standing on the rooftop with your heart still racing.
back in your dorm room, you drop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling as tonightâs events replay in your head: the alley, his voice cutting through the dark, that cocky smirk, the way he felt holding onto you as you soared over the city lights. a tiny part of you wonders if you imagined the whole thingâif maybe youâre just the victim of some wild, sleep-deprived hallucination.
but no, your arm still aches from where the creep grabbed you, and you can still feel the ghost of his hand on your waist, steady and reassuring. you bite your lip, a smile creeping onto your face despite yourself.
just before sleep finally claims you, you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. âthe cityâs vigilante, huh?â you murmur, as if heâs somehow still listening.
the thought is wild, a bit surrealâand strangely comforting.
âŠ
âone caffe americano!â you call out, reading the label on the cup before handing it over with a small nod. the customer takes it with a quick thanks, and you return to the counter, barely holding back a yawn. the events of last night flicker through your mindâa web-slinging hero, an alley, the lingering ache in your armâand you shake it off. thereâs no room for distractions. life as a college student means the grind never stops, especially on a morning shift right before class.
when your coworker finally arrives, you let out a quiet sigh of relief, grab your bag, and step out into the brisk morning air. the chill helps wake you up as you make your way across campus, hoping to catch up with your friends before the lecture starts. just outside the building, you spot utahime, sitting on a bench, waiting with her usual tired smile.
âhey, finally off the clock?â she asks, raising an eyebrow.
âyeah, barely,â you reply, rolling your eyes. âiâm still running on fumes from last night. you guys save me a seat?â
âof course. nanamiâs already inside,â she says, gesturing toward the building.
you sigh. âyou wonât believe the things that happened last night.â
she gives you a look, in the traditional utahime protective-mother-hen type way. âwhat happened?â
you give her the rundown of what happened, the guy (who she bristles at, gives you a slap at your hand to tell you that you shouldâve told her earlier, kento wouldâve been able to beat his ass if she hadnât gotten to it first) and how spiderman saved you. âi would give him what heâs missing,â you sigh, dreamily.Â
utahime looks at you in a judgmental way. âand thatâs all you got from this? for fucks sake, heâs a vigilante, you donât know if heâs started to tail you or not. pooks, he could literally be dangerous. try to convince your boss to let someone else get your night shift.â as soon as you open your mouth to protest, she cuts you off immediately. âand no, i donât give a fuck about your people pleaser tendenciââ
âweâll revisit this conversation later.â you give her a sweet smile as you start to speed walk, door of the lecture hall of the 9am section of phys401: intro to quantum algorithms, falling in with the usual stream of students after you hear an irritated âyea, cause iâm gonna kill you otherwise.â the familiar chatter and echo of footsteps make the day feel almost normal, grounding you as you weave through the hall.
inside, you quickly spot kentoâs shining, disney prince-like blonde hair, who has saved seats for the three of you near the middle of the hall, away from the ugly, smelly grad students who always crowd the front. he gives you a quick nod as you settle down beside him, flipping open your notebook. the reliable calm on his face helps ease the lingering jitters you hadnât realized you were carrying.
âlong night?â he asks, glancing at the dark circles under your eyes.
âyou could say that,â you mumble, not quite ready to get into details. instead, you wave it off. âjust work assignments, and getting jumped, the usual.â
nanami breaks into a series of shocked coughs, and you hurry to pat his back as he undeniably burns his tongue on the coffee he was taking a sip of. âwhat?â
his rather loud exclamation sets off stares from people sitting closer to you both, so you give utahime, who lets out a quiet groan as sheâs settling into her seat beside you, a knowing look. âitâs a long story, iâll tell it to you later.â
he reluctantly settles in after that, not because he has a choice but because yaga is starting to address the class by asking about the weekend and getting his usual blank stares in return until a voice you recognize as suguru getoâs is saying something to undeniably piss him off, but you donât register quite what it is exactly because the door opens and any attention on geto is directed to the boy with white hair and blue eyes tiredly walking into class.Â
heâs about ten minutes late to the lecture, which is already weird because heâs usually about 27 seconds late, not that you keep count. but also, normally gojo is the picture of confidence and cockyness, making some of the female grad students whisper things about him that you donât think they should be for the five year gap between them and gojo.Â
but today, he looks differentâmessy, unkempt, with shadows under his eyes and a weird angle to his torso, the way he walks, and the way his opposite hand is subconsciously hovering around his side.
your brows knit together as he heads to an empty seat rows behind you next to geto, ignoring the stares of half the room. itâs so out of character for him that you canât help but wonder whatâs going on. you shoot utahime a knowing look, and she stifles a laugh, barely managing to keep a straight face as she watches gojo slink to his seat. nanamiâs usually impassive face exchanges a look with you as well before he turns his attention back to professor yagaâs opening remarks. gojo slides into the row behind you without a word, avoiding everyoneâs gazeâor so you think, until you feel it.
as you attempt to listen to professor yaga, you canât shake the sensation of eyes boring into the back of your head. you resist the urge to turn, telling yourself itâs probably nothing⊠except the feeling lingers, so strong that your pulse ticks up a notch.
âokay, now that weâre all here,â yaga says in a dry tone, barely able to hide his irritation as he glances pointedly in gojoâs direction, âletâs begin with todayâs lecture on groverâs.â
professor yaga taps the board, and the projector switches to a set of slides titled quantum speed-up and the grover search algorithm. he launches into his explanation, voice clipped. âgroverâs algorithm provides a quadratic speed-up for unstructured search problems, a notable advantage in quantum computing. but can anyone tell me why this isnât considered an exponential improvement?â
you raise your hand, as does nanami. a subtle shift of movement in your peripheral vision draws your eye to gojo, whoâs leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. yagaâs attention lands on nanami first, and he gives a succinct answer about how groverâs algorithm yields only a quadratic speed-up in terms of computational complexity. as he answers, you swear you catch gojo watching you, again, through the corner of your eye.
determined not to let him get under your skin, you lean over to whisper to nanami. âwhatâs with him today?â
nanami, still watching yaga, raises a brow. âmaybe he finally realized that he canât get by without skipping class today.â
utahime snickers quietly. âdoubtful. more like he thinks itâs funny to waltz in whenever he likes and still ace every test.â
âexactly.â you sigh, drumming your pen against your notebook. gojoâs rare absences donât even seem to faze most professors. and despite his unpredictable attendance, heâs always managed to stay miles ahead. today, though, somethingâs⊠different about him. like heâs made a life changing decision in the past 48 hours.
âmoving on,â yaga says, pointing to the board where the next slide materializes. âthe heart of groverâs algorithm lies in its use of an amplitude amplification technique, where we iterate a search oracle along with an inversion process. pay attentionâthis concept of iterative improvement will become key when we start covering variational quantum algorithms.â
as yaga delves deeper into amplitude amplification, you manage to focus, jotting down notes on the necessary steps in groverâs search. yet each time you settle into the lecture, you feel gojoâs gaze pricking at you. the first time you turn around, thereâs nothing thereâjust him slouched, seemingly absorbed in whatever heâs staring at on the ceiling. but then, you sense it again and, on your second glance, you catch his blue eyes meeting yours, and he quickly looks away.
whatâs his problem? you give him a questioning look, but heâs adamantly not looking at you, trying to look nonchalant as heâs pulling out his laptop. he might look like a student taking latexing notes of what yagaâs yapping about, but the way heâs using his mouse more than he is his keyboard tells you that heâs probably on papaâs freezeria instead.
you decide that youâre going to waste your time wondering how gojoâs brain functioned, so you instead focus back on the lecture. after all, you didnât understand any of the lecture notes you took notes on before and what it said about the diffuser in the circuit.Â
ânow,â yagaâs voice sharpens, pulling you back into the room, âthese iterations act as amplitude amplification steps, so pay close attentionâespecially those of you who have a habit of being late.â his eyes slide back to gojo, who remains oblivious, leaning back with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as the sound of his name brings him back to the lecture.
gojo doesnât even look phased. instead, he raises a hand casually, like heâs about to ask a simple question. you can feel the anticipation ripple through the roomâhalf the students are waiting to see if heâll fumble, and the other half already know better.
âprofessor yaga,â he drawls, âdonât you think amplitude amplification is a bit of an oversimplification? the way itâs typically presented, youâd think groverâs algorithm was just⊠guessing with style.â he flashes an infuriatingly smug smile, drawing out the pause before continuing. âbut we both know itâs more about quantum phase inversion, right? the oracle reflects about the mean state, iterating with a precision that isnât just luck. or maybe thatâs all too technical?â he leans back, feigning innocence.
the smugness in his tone makes something flare up in you, and before you can stop yourself, your hand shoots up.
âactually, gojo,â you interject, your voice louder than you intended, âcalling it âguessing with styleâ is a very gross oversimplification. groverâs algorithm isnât about intuition or luck. itâs about optimization. itâs not just about spotlighting a target like a rando guess, itâs more like rotating the probability in a controlled mannerâwith iterationsâto amplify the correct solution. not just some quantum trick or guess.â you cross your arms, leaning back in your chair as you stare him down. âitâs not even that bad, compared to what we have classically.â
as soon as you spoke, it seems that the fight and mischievous look in gojoâs eyes fades, replacing it with something that shockingly looks like him being flustered as he averts your gaze, looks to the ceiling, and murmurs something like âyea, thatâs basically most of quantum computing, desperately trying to prove weâre not just wasting our timeâ but yaga interrupts him, clearly a bit annoyed at the two know-it-alls that you and gojo were acting like.Â
ânow,â yaga says, shifting back to the lecture as if nothing happened (probably because he wasnât paid enough to deal with this shit), âthese iterations act as amplitude amplification steps, so pay close attentionâespecially those of you who have a habit of missing lectures.â
youâre just left confused as to why the conversation didnât escalate like the typical academic rivals in movies, because youâve definitely seen gojo bully some people who didnât know what the fuck they were talking about instead of just blushing like some schoolgirl. regardless, you canât help but notice the thrill that you felt, having finally argued with him, having been seen as someone worth arguing. you try to temper it as yaga continues onto the rest of the lecture.
âŠ
âi canât believe youâre making me go.â you tug at the hem of your white corset, paired with a matching skirt, still incredulous at how utahime managed to talk you into attending one of the infamous halloween frat parties. the night air is crisp against your exposed shoulders, and despite your complaints, you shiver more at the thought of wasting the next few hours among sweaty strangers than the actual cold.
utahime, walking beside you in a devil-red version of your outfitâcomplete with horns perched precariously on her headâlooks far too satisfied with herself. she adjusts the horns with one hand, giving you a sidelong glance that practically drips with smugness.
âstop pouting,â she chides. âiâm not going to let you waste another night holed up in your room, buried in manhwa or quantum physics. iâm pretty sure there are cobwebs growing in yourââ
âutahime,â you hiss, cutting her off with a mortified glance around.
âpussy,â she finishes, completely unbothered. âiâm going to find you a guy to hook up with. iâm not saying you have to go all the way, but flirting? kissing? maybe something more? very healthy. highly encouraged.â
your mouth falls open in protest, but before you can get a word in, she fixes you with a sharp glare, her dark eyes flashing with all the authority of a disappointed parent. âdonât even think about arguing with me. i swear, if you donât at least try to enjoy this, iâll make it my personal mission to find someone for you.â
âi canât believe this,â you mutter, crossing your arms. âyouâre supposed to be my friend, not my pimp.â
âoh, iâm your friend. thatâs why iâm doing this. youâll thank me when youâre sixty and not crying about how boring your college life was.â
âiâm not boring,â you counter. âiâm selective.â
âsure,â utahime drawls, clearly unconvinced. âand whatever weird sexual tension youâve got going on with gojo doesnât count.â
you scoff, stopping in your tracks to stare at her. âwhat tension? weâve literally talked once this week. and that was the first time we had a conversation.â
she doesnât respond, already scanning the scene ahead. the street of frat houses looms just ahead, glowing with gaudy orange lights strung up across balconies. the bass from the nearest party reverberates through the pavement underfoot. itâs already crowded, hordes of people shuffling in and out, laughing, shouting, and showcasing their half-baked halloween costumes.
you follow utahimeâs gaze to the nearest house, packed with enough people to make the windows fog up. just the thought of squeezing into that humidity makes your stomach churn.
âlooks crowded,â you mumble. âmaybe we shouldââ
before you can suggest retreating, utahime grabs your wrist and practically drags you toward the house. ânope. youâre coming in. no backing out now.â
the moment you step inside, the smell hits you. sweat, stale beer, and an undercurrent of what you can only describe as frat-house musk. your nose wrinkles, and you instinctively recoil, pulling your arm free from utahimeâs grasp.
âgod, it smells like a gym locker in here,â you say, covering your nose.
utahime doesnât seem fazed. sheâs already scanning the room, her eyes landing on a beer pong table set up in the corner, surrounded by cheering students. âthis is perfect!â she says, beaming.
âfor what? contracting a fungal infection?â you mutter.
but sheâs no longer listening, her focus shifting as a tall, broad-shouldered guy in a makeshift cowboy hat approaches her and then stops in front of both of you, his stare fully enthralled by utahime. âhey,â he says, a bit suavely, in the way that makes you inwardly roll your eyes because you know sheâs going to eat it up. she likes it when theyâre a little ugly, and this guy fits the bill.Â
âhey,â and she giggles, making you have to physically fight the urge to puke, âwhatâs up?â
 they exchange a few words, and before you know it, sheâs smiling in that way that tells you sheâs found her entertainment for the night.
âgo ahead,â you say dryly, waving her off. âiâll just fend for myself.â
utahime starts to protest, but youâre already beelining for the kitchen, trying to get a drink thatâs not too crazy to survive the night. itâs surprisingly less chaotic in the kitchen, though the counters are cluttered with half-empty bottles, red solo cups, and some questionable punch that looks radioactive. you scan the room, your eyes landing on a cupboard that might hold something simpleâlike water. a series of ding! ding! ding!âs go off in your mind as you find the pack of plastic water bottles.Â
standing on your toes, you reach for the handle, but itâs just out of your grasp. you huff in frustration, shifting to get better leverage when a hand way bigger than yours suddenly appears above yours, effortlessly grabbing the item you were reaching for.
âlet me get that for you.â
you turn to thank the person, the words dying on your lips when you see who it is.
gojo.
heâs standing impossibly close, his signature smirk firmly in place, but thereâs something almost casual in the way he looks at you, as if this is the most normal interaction in the world. you swear youâre so close that you can see like the two open pores on his otherwise flawless skin, as his eyes inevitably drag themselves downwards to scan your outfit for the nightâa shitty angel without wings and halo (you couldnât be paid two shits to put in the effort; both of the top and skirt were utahimeâs, anyways.) then, his eyes meet yours again, a bit of playfulness in them.Â
âwell, well,â he drawls, handing you the water bottle. ânever thought iâd see you here.â
you take the bottle, trying to ignore the brush of his fingers against yours. âdidnât have much of a choice. utahime dragged me.â
his grin widens. âclassic. let me guessâsheâs off trying to find her soulmate at the beer pong table?â
âsomething like that,â you mumble, not wanting to give him the entire story. twisting the cap off the bottle, you take a sip, hoping heâll just leave you alone, but instead, he leans against the counter, looking entirely too comfortable.
âso,â he says, tilting his head, âi heard through the grapevine that you had a run-in with that spider-man guy this week.â
that makes you pause mid-gulp of water, instead coughing a bit as you try to swallow it down without basically drowning in kirkland signature natural spring water. youâve only told like, three people outside of kento and iori, so youâre confused why he knows this information, but you continue on regardless. the memory of spider-man swinging in to save you flashes through your mind, and you canât help but smile softly to yourself. âit was amazing. heâsâheâs incredible, honestly. the way he just swooped in and handled everything? so fast, so precise. heâs like a real-life superhero.â
youâre basically gushing to him, and you realize that a bit too late as you look at his face to gauge his reaction. heâs looking at you with a newfound interest, albeit a bit too conflicted to fully tease you about it when he says, âsounds like youâre smitten.â
âmaybe i am,â you admit, laughing. âi mean, who wouldnât be? heâs brave, heâs kind, and he doesnât even stick around for the credit. itâs like heâs this selfless, untouchable figure.â you also kind of want to give him a sloppy toppy for saving you like that, but you spare gojo the details.Â
âuntouchable, huh?â gojo echoes, his tone turning a bit wry andâŠjealous? âsounds like someoneâs got a crush.â
you roll your eyes, but itâs half-hearted, and you think gojo can tell with the way youâre heating up and bashfully looking at the ground. âdonât be ridiculous.â
âiâm just saying,â he continues, leaning closer, âif thatâs your type, you might want to raise your standards. superheroes are overrated.â
you raise an eyebrow. âand what, youâre not?â
he grins, that infuriatingly charming grin that makes you want to simultaneously punch him and laugh. âiâm better. iâm real.â he then puts his hands on the counter behind you, caging you between them until your knees are lightly brushing, and suddenly his face is so close that small little breaths from his nose are fanning across your face. âi can prove that to you.â
and you hate your body for being soâŠreactive and enthusiastic to his smooth-talking, face flushing. despite that, you try to put on an air of nonchalance. âgod, youâre insufferable.â
âreally?â he teases. his hand leaves the marble counter to hover at your hip, his hand subconsciously tracing your curves an inch above your skin. the motion, firm but tentative as if heâs waiting for you to give him the green light, makes you shiver as you subconsciously move your hips to finally have the skin-to-skin contact. and your skin sings in happiness as he draws circles into the area right below your skirt, even momentarily dipping just below, to which you realize that heâs treading very close to your panties, since your skirtâs really short.
"yea," you basically sigh, hating yourself for how breathy your voice sounds.Â
it seems to have an effect on gojo because his eyes darken as he murmurs, "wastin' your time on that spiderman guy."
maybe it's the fact that it's late (you've been getting sub four hours of sleep this past week) or the lights in this humid frat bring a heady air, but all academic-rivalry-overshadowed-woman-in-stem history between you and gojo disappears in your brain as you rake your eyes up and down his torso and then look at him through your lashes. "who should i spend my time on instead?"
he gives you a little smile as he stares down at you, eyes raking over your face, catching at your lips and then going back up again to meet yours. âi donât know, someone whoâs as smart as you,â he murmurs.
âyea?â you laugh out breathlessly. your faces are so close that in normal circumstances, you would worry about how you both looked so close together, one hand on your thigh and the other splayed on your waist. âand how would you know how smart i am?â
satoru starts, lips coming closer and closer. âbecause iââ
but heâs interrupted, because you both hear a âsatoruâ and pull apart, breathing heavily as you both turn to look at the offender standing in the entrance of the kitchen: suguru geto, gojoâs best friend, looking more tired than anything as his eyes catch on you, then going to gojo with a pointed look. itâs not hard to figure out what was going on based on how disheveled you both look, your skirt crooked and his shirt crumbled, and your cheeks heat. before you can say anything, however, suguru sighs and says to gojo, âthereâs a burglary happening nearby.â then, he turns but not before giving you a nod. âmake sure to stay safe.â
he promptly leaves, leaving you confused standing there. was this such an emergency worth noting that he interrupted his best friend?
you try to seek the answer in gojoâs face, but he has this conflicted, annoyed countenance and you suddenly feel kinda of insecure because heâs raking his hand through his hair, staring painfully at the ceiling then at you. at the same time you utter out a âuhââ he says âi have to go.â
âoh.â you blink. a why brews on top of your tongue, but you temper it, reminding yourself that youâre not close to gojo like that. needless to say, you feel a little embarrassed as you watch him jog out of the kitchen with a little wave to you. you want to overanalyze gojoâs last look to you, the one that looked a bit like disappointment and yearning, but you shake it off, staring at the 16.9 oz plastic water bottle in your hand that you forgot about.
taking a sip, you cringe as you become more aware of your surroundings and the state youâre left in because of gojo. that your panties are a bit more stickyâyou reach under your skirt to adjust them so they donât stick to your crotch so muchâand youâre hot all over.Â
then reality comes crashing back. what the hell did you and gojo just do right now?
you groan out loud, banging your head against the fridge, but as you reel back, in your peripheral you see someone there. your head shoots to see the guy whoâs now looking at you with a weird expression as he undeniably waits for whatever freaking out you were doing to gain access to the fridge.Â
âsorry,â you blurt out, and gather yourself to beeline for the exit. god, you needed to find utahime.
âŠ
the soft hum of a tv in the corner of satoruâs apartment provided the only sound, save for the faint rustle of suguru flipping through a textbook. the remnants of takeoutâboxes of half-eaten pad thai and a pile of discarded chopsticksâlittered the coffee table between them. satoru leaned back on the couch, legs stretched out, staring at the ceiling like it held answers he hadnât thought to ask yet. he held a small foam ball, tossing it up and catching it over and over. his mind, however, wasnât focused on the ball but on you.
it was starting to feel like an obsession. heâd always been able to compartmentalize thingsâhis studies, his friends, his other responsibilities. but you? youâd broken through the usual barriers in his head, wedging yourself firmly into every free thought he had.
âdo you think she likes me?â he asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.
suguru glanced up from his book, his expression unreadable. âwho, starbucks girl?â
satoru scoffed. âsheâs not starbucks girl. sheâsâŠâ he trailed off, tapping his fingers against his knee. your name lingered on his tongue, oddly weighty in a way that felt almost unfamiliar.
suguru smirked. âoh, sheâs got a name now? progress.â
âshut up.â
but he couldnât shut his mind off, not when you kept taking up space in it. it wasnât just that heâd noticed you nowâreally noticed you, for the first time. it was more than that.
satoru had always known who you were. you werenât exactly easy to miss. in a program full of ugly guys who didnât shower and loud personalities, you had carved out your niche by being the cold, unreachable one. the one who didnât bother with group projects unless she had to, who barely engaged in conversations beyond what was strictly necessary. other guys in the program talked about you, of course. they always did.
âfrigid,â they called you. âtoo serious. probably thinks sheâs better than us.â
they werenât entirely wrong. you were better than most of them, but not for the reasons they assumed. satoru had read your workâpapers that brimmed with insights that most of their half-baked theories could only dream of. he could tell you put in the effort in your classes and research, while all the guys left shit-talking had to rely on their grad student mentors to be able to write a legible paper. for fucks sake, he doesnât even thing anyone could code in qiskit or cirq like you could; he had skimmed your notes once, left them behind after a lecture, and found them meticulous and sharp before he turned them into the professor to return to you.
and yet, despite the brilliance you carried with you, you had never given him a second glance.
that day at starbucks, though.
satoru rolled his head to the side, gaze drifting toward the window. he hadnât expected to see anyone at five in the morning, let alone you. heâd been desperate for answers thenâhe had spent his night staring at his hands, which had seemed to keep ejecting spider-like webs after heâd been horribly sick. he knew he shouldnât have gone fooling around in new yorkâs subway tunnels at 3am with suguru and shoko, but after a seemingly-harmless spider had bit him, he had been reeling from the discovery of his newfound powers and grappling with the weight of what they meant ever since.Â
and there you were, unlocking the starbucks, bleary-eyed but no less composed.
youâd handed him his coffee, not interested in him the entire time, and he remembered blurting something outâsomething ridiculous about fate or responsibility, his usual bravado faltering in the quiet of the moment. he had been spiraling, unsure of who he was anymore, and youâd said something.
what was it again?
âit doesnât have to be âmoreâ all the time. sometimes just showing up is enough.â
the words had stayed with him, carved deep into the corners of his mind. you didnât know it, but they had pulled him back from the edge that day. since then, heâd started noticing you in ways he hadnât before.
the way you brushed your hair behind your ear when you were deep in thought. the furrow of your brow when you argued as respectfully as you could with a professor (gojo knew you were holding back, though, and the thought always made him smile to himself because if he wasnât an idgafer he would be incensed like you at the idiotic teacher). the smileârare, fleeting, but utterly disarmingâthat occasionally lit up your face when you talked to utahime or that guy you were too friendly around, nanami.
âyouâre doing that thing again,â suguru said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
âwhat thing?â satoru asked, sitting up straighter.
âbrooding. youâre thinking about her, arenât you?â
âno.â
suguru arched an eyebrow. âyouâre a terrible liar.â
satoru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âfine. maybe i am. but itâs complicated.â
âhow is it complicated?â
âshe doesnât like me,â satoru said, shrugging. âat least, not as me. she likes spider-man.â
suguru blinked, clearly unimpressed. âyouâre being stupid bro.â
âiâm not being stupid,â satoru argued. âshe thinks spider-manâs this amazing, selfless hero. she doesnât know iâm just some guy who canât even figure out how to flirt with her without making an ass of himself.â
suguru leaned back in his chair, regarding satoru with an almost pitying look. âso let me get this straight. youâre worried that she only likes spider-man, even though spider-man is you. like itâs some kind of split personality thing?â
âwell, when you put it like thatââ
âit sounds dumb,â suguru finished. âbecause it is dumb.â
satoru glared at him, but suguru only shrugged. but how could he not think about you? even now, the memory of your voiceâcalm, steady, and unexpectedly warmâechoed in his head. you had this way of looking at him, like you were peeling back layers he didnât even know he had. and that smile... he groaned inwardly. he wasnât supposed to be so drawn to you, wasnât supposed to imagine what itâd feel like to have you smile at him like that all the time.
âlook,â suguru continued, âif you like her, shoot your shot. youâre already overthinking this, and you havenât even done anything yet. whatâs the worst that could happen? she says no?â
âor she laughs in my face,â satoru muttered.
âwhich would be deserved, honestly,â suguru said, smirking. âbut seriously, youâve got nothing to lose. and everything to gain.â
satoru didnât respond, his gaze fixed on the takeout boxes on the table. he wanted to believe suguru was right, but there was a small, stubborn part of him that wasnât so sure.
because it wasnât just about rejection, or even whether you liked him as satoru or spider-man. it was about what came after. if he let you in and something happened to youâif his double life brought danger to your doorstepâhe wasnât sure heâd ever forgive himself.
but then there was suguruâs voice in his head, steady and persistent: youâve got nothing to lose. and everything to gain.
âŠ
amidst a week of endless projects upon projects and other miscellaneous assignments from your research group partners (since the grad students loved to pile their work on top of you, the helpless undergrad), you find yourself nursing a hot chocolate while on top of your dormitory buildingâs roof.Â
you find sanctuary, coming on here for time to yourself whenever you find yourself stuck in a busy week. quiet, solitary, with a view of the city lights flickering like scattered fireflies. you hugged your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as you stepped onto the roof, your laptop tucked under one arm, a mug of tea precariously balanced in the other hand. the air was crisp, biting just enough to sting your cheeks.
setting your mug down on the ledge, you perched beside it, pulling up your knees and balancing the laptop precariously as you typed. the words on the screen blurred after a while, blending into the chaos in your mind. frustrated, you closed it with a snap and leaned your head back to gaze at the stars.
ârough night?â
you startled, spinning your head around so fast your tea nearly toppled. but you canât find anyone, just the sound of soft footsteps landing somewhere not visible to you.Â
âyou scared the hell out of me,â you sighed, clutching your chest.
âsorry,â he said, though his tone didnât sound all that apologetic. âdidnât mean to interrupt.â
âthen maybe donât sneak up on people like that,â you muttered, still trying to calm your racing heart.
he chuckled, and the sound was warmer than youâd expected. ânoted. so, whatâs got you out here at three in the morning? donât tell me youâre pulling an all-nighter.â
you sighed, the initial shock fading into a dull thrum of shyness. âitâs not an all-nighter if the night isnât over yet.â then, you squint at a random spot, pretending itâs him. âbesides, why are you here? shouldnât you be out stopping robberies or saving cats from trees?â
âdone and done,â he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the ledge. ânow iâm just enjoying the view.â
you turned your gaze back to the skyline, hoping the darkness hid the faint heat creeping up your neck. âso, whatâs a guy like you doing on a random rooftop at three in the morning?â
âcould ask you the same thing,â he countered.
you hesitated. for some reason, admitting the truth to him felt easier than admitting it to anyone else. âjustâŠneeded a break.â
âfrom?â
âeverything,â you said, exhaling slowly. âclasses. expectations. people.â you paused, then added with a faint smile, ânot you, though. youâre an exception.â
âoh?â his voice lightened, carrying a hint of playful intrigue. âshould i feel honored?â
âmaybe,â you said. âitâs not every day you get to meet a real hero.â then, âokay, but why do you always hide in the dark?â
his voice is smug, meant to be playful. âit adds to the mystique?â
you pout. âwhat if i call the police?â
âitâs not like the cops can catch me anyways, baby. their shitty coffee and donut filled asses arenât enough to keep up with me.â
you really try not to flush when he calls you that pet name. âis success getting to you?â
âwhat success? most i hear is everyone debating whether or not i should be experimented on.â
âreally?â you teased. âthatâs not what i saw on my for you page last time. there are girls out there who want you to sign their tits after you rescued that baby.â
then, you hear the soft thud of nimble feet dropping onto the ceiling and turn your head to see him in all his glory. he has a muscular figure highlighted in his white suit, blue and black lines traveling their way across his body. casually, he stretches and then drops down to the floor, sitting cross legged from across from you as if joining you in a regular gossip sesh. he puts his elbow on his knee and rests his head on his hand. âare you one of those girls?â
you laugh sheepishly, turning away as heat creeps up your face again and your heart hammers, because you canât exactly tell him that, yes youâre absolutely enamored with him after he saved you that day and yes, you do indeed want him to sign your tits.
âyou should do that more,â he said.
âwhat?â you look back at him, wide eyed in confusion.Â
âlaugh.â
the way he said it, low and almost reverent, made your cheeks heat. you busy yourself with toying with your cardigan, scooting yourself away from the edge and closer to him. âand you should stop being such a flirt,â you said, though there was no bite in your voice.
âcanât help it,â he said, leaning closer. âitâs kind of my thing.â
âis that right?â
âmm-hmm.â he paused, then added, âyou know, thereâs something iâve been meaning to ask you.â
âwhat?â you asked, arching an eyebrow.
âtake my mask off.â
the words hit you like a gut punch, dissolving the playfulness that had filled the air seconds ago. you blinked up at him, searching his faceâor at least what you could see of itâfor any sign that this was some elaborate joke. but there was no hint of humor, no smirk tugging at his lips. he meant it.
your fingers hovered at your sides, hesitant. âare you sure?â the question came out soft, barely audible, but it felt like it echoed in the quiet night.
ânever been more sure of anything,â he murmured, voice low and steady.
you swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. slowly, almost against your better judgment, you reached up, fingertips brushing the edge of his mask. the fabric felt smooth, warm under your touch, but your nerves were anything but.
with a deep breath, you peeled it back. bit by bit, his face came into viewâa shock of white hair, impossibly sharp features, and finally, those eyes. those unmistakable, infuriatingly familiar blue eyes. your breath caught, and for a moment, the world tilted sideways.
âgojo?â
the name fell from your lips before you could stop it, unsteady and disbelieving. your mind raced, trying to piece together the impossible puzzle that had just landed in front of you.
he grinnedâthat grin, the one that always made you want to slap it off his face and yet somehow managed to disarm you every single time. âhey.â
âhey?â your voice cracked as you took a step back. âthatâs all you have to say? hey?â
âwould you prefer, âsurpriseâ?â he quipped, his grin widening as though this was the most normal thing in the world.
you laughed, the sound a little hysterical but real, like you couldnât contain the storm of emotions rushing through you. âsurprised? youâve been⊠youâve been spider-man this whole time?â the words felt foreign on your tongue, like they didnât belong in the same sentence as gojo satoruâthe one youâd argued with in class, the one who had no problem making you want to tear your hair out. and yet here he was, standing in front of you, the last person you ever would have suspected to be the cityâs most infamous masked hero.
gojo gave you that crooked grin, the same one he wore when he thought he had wonâwhen he thought he had it all figured out. âi know. itâs a lot to take in.â
you stared at him, trying to make sense of it, but no amount of logic could bridge the gap between the gojo you knewâthe guy who drove you up the wall in class and always had a cocky comebackâand the masked hero who had saved you and the one you had a crush on.
you didnât know whether to scream, laugh, or cry.Â
you take a shaky breath in, still trying to process everything. âyou... you saved me, gojo. youâve been right there, all these times, and i had no idea it was you.â
âguess iâm just that good at keeping secrets,â he said, his tone playful, but there was something more there, something softer, that you couldnât quite put your finger on. his eyes held a flicker of somethingâmaybe vulnerability, maybe uncertainty.
the weight of the moment hung thick in the air between you, and for a long second, you didnât know what to say. this revelation was like the ground beneath you had cracked wide open, and you were left staring into an abyss that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
finally, you shook your head, letting out a short breath. âthis is insane.â
he didnât seem bothered by your reaction, though his eyes darkened just slightly, the smirk still there, but with something a little more honest creeping into his expression. âyeah. but youâre handling it better than i thought. kinda thought you would faint, or something.â
the world had shifted, but somehow, with gojo now sitting in front of you like this, with the mask off and the man behind the myth revealed, it felt like the pieces were finally starting to fall into place. even if they didnât make perfect sense yet.
and yet, something about his presenceâhis undeniable realnessâfelt oddly grounding. he wasnât the invincible spider-man anymore. he was just gojo. the gojo who had somehow become more than just your academic rival, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit more than that.
something in gojoâs facial expression shifted to something a bit more hesitant, a little nervous as he stands and extend his arm out to you. softly, he asks, âdo you trust me?â
âyes.â you took his hand, standing up as he flashes you a charming, yet mischievous grin, one so shit eating that you regret saying that. âwhy?â
âiâm taking you for a ride. consider it an apology for freaking you out earlier.â
you hesitated, looking between his outstretched hand and the city skyline just beyond your college campus. âi donât think this is a good ideaââ
âyou trust me, donât you?â
and somehow, against all logic, you realized that you did.
âfine,â you said, stepping closer to him to cling onto him.Â
he pulls you closer, and as he does so, he cranes his neck down to meet your eyes, smiling giddy. âanywhere you wanna go?â
you think for a moment, but know immediately the place where youâd like to visit thatâs open at this ungodly hour. âdo you know that one shawarma jointâ-â
before you can even finish, the wind whips around you as gojo slips his mask back on, pulls you closer to him, and uses his free handâthat is, the one thatâs not clinging onto your firmlyâto shoot a glistening web, one that you saw when he used it on the man who harassed you in the ally. it clings onto a nearby building, and then youâre off the ground, soaring through the air.
you let out a scream of terror against gojoâs chest, tightening your arms around him. you can feel a laugh rumble in his chest, a boyish chuckle as he peers down at you and shouts, âare you having fun?âÂ
âgojo,â you whine, burying your head into his chest further. despite your initial fear, exhilaration creeps its way into you as you the city blur, skyline jumping and dipping as gojo effortlessly swung you both around.Â
when he finally stopped, landing gracefully on a secluded rooftop, you were breathlessânot just from the ride but from the way he was looking at you.
âyou good?â he laughed, panting from the exertion and tenderly using his hand to rake his hand through your hair, which, you note out of embarrassment, mustâve been messed up from the wind passing through it.
âi hate that you made me dizzy, but yea, iâm good,â you mumble, pulling out your phone to open your camera, fixing your hair.
when youâre done, gojo looks at you with the manic buzz you can only have at 3am. âready to get some shawarma?â
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the streets were eerily quiet, the kind of silence only a city at 3am could have. just the two of you, your footsteps echoing against the pavement, the occasional glow of a streetlamp painting your path.
âokay, that shawarma was like, mid at best,â gojo walks alongside you. heâs thrown on a sweatshirt and gray sweatpants over his suit, walking alongside you on the street. your stomachs are full, and you suggested a walk to be able to digest the bigass bowl you both ate.
ânothing tastes better than something youâre eating when youâre supposed to be studying, instead,â you shot back, hiding your little smile as you cross your arms while strolling. the shift between you and gojo was so jarring that youâre still reeling at it, but what is 3am if not for big life changes?
âyea, thatâs fair,â he sighs, crossing his hands behind his head as he continues strolling beside you. âso,â he continues, ânow that iâve officially blown your mind with my secret identity and fed you some incredibly mid shawarma, whatâs next? should i fly you to paris, or is that too clichĂ©?â
you roll your eyes, but deep inside, youâre really biting back a grin. ârelax, bugboy. maybe first let me recover from being swung like a human pendulum.â
gojo stopped walking, turning to face you with a playful glint in his eye. âyouâre still thinking about that, huh? admit itâyou loved it.â
you raised an eyebrow. âi screamed into your chest for a solid ten seconds. does that sound like love to you?â
he tilted his head, feigning deep thought. âi dunno. thereâs a fine line between terror and thrill. and judging by how tightly you were holding onto meâŠâ
âyouâre insufferable,â you muttered, but your voice lacked bite.
âand yet, youâre still here.â
his words hung in the air, the playful edge softening into something quieter, more sincere. your steps faltered, and you looked up at him, the absurdity of the night fading into the background as your gaze held his.
âguess iâm curious,â you admitted.
âcurious, huh?â he said, taking a step closer. âcareful. curiosity killed the cat.â
without thinking, you blurted, âat least iâve got a fifty-fifty shot, right?â the words barely left your mouth before the regret hit, your inner voice screaming at you for making a lame quantum mechanics joke at a time like this. schrödinger would be proud, you thought bitterly.
but then gojo laughedânot the teasing, obnoxious kind of laugh or the weird look youâd expect, but a genuine, boyish chuckle that reached his eyes. he smiled at you, soft and unguarded, and suddenly, the space between you seemed to shrink.
the flickering streetlamp cast a warm, uneven glow over the two of you. in that moment, the sprawling city felt impossibly small, narrowed down to just him and the pounding of your heart in your ears.
gojo reached up, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. âyou know,â he murmured, his voice low, âiâve been wanting to do this for a while now.â
your breath hitched, heart thundering in your chest. âdo what?â
âthis.â
before you could respond, he closed the space between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was somehow both soft, yet electrifying. for a moment, time seemed to stop, the city around you fading into nothing as the warmth of his touch anchored you in the moment.
when he finally pulled back, his grin was back in full force. âso, was that better or worse than shawarma?â
you blinked at him, still trying to find your footing in the aftermath of what just happened. an immediate feeling of bashfulness crept over you because not only did you just kiss spiderman, you just kissed gojo. there are girls who would kill to be in your position, and that makes you flustered as you turn your head away from him so you donât have to make eye contact. âi hate you,â you mumble half heartedly, cheeks burning.
gojo doesnât let you off so easily. his thumb brushes gently along your chin, coaxing your face back toward his. his touch is warm, deliberate, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
âoh my god,â he says, a grin spreading across his face. âare you embarrassed? youâre so cute.â
when the warmth of his hand leaves your chin, you open your eyes, shocked as you find out that heâs nowhere to be seen. you call out a tentative, âgojo?âÂ
somewhere behind you, to the left, comes out a muffled shout. âiâm here!â you whip around, your brows furrowing as you follow the direction of his voice. itâs coming from an alley just off the street, dark and bathed in shadows.
âseriously?â you mutter under your breath, your annoyance half-hearted, making your way toward the sound. you find yourself at the mouth of the alley, the dim glow of a distant lamp barely illuminating his silhouette.
gojoâs perched on the side of the wall like itâs the most natural thing in the world, one leg propped up, his mask pulled halfway up to reveal that damn smirk. âyouâre slow,â he teases, his tone light and infuriatingly smug.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask, crossing your arms.
he gestures toward himself. âyou came looking for me, didnât you?â
you roll your eyes, stepping closer despite yourself. âwhat, did you think iâd just leave you lurking in some alley like a creepy insect?â
âwell,â he says, shooting a web to stick on the bottom of some stairs of one of the buildings to hang upside down, âyou couldâve left, but i had a feeling you wouldnât.â
before you could retort, he shoots his web closer to something on top of you, now dangling upside down yet again but his proximity even closer, stealing the air from your lungs. his fingers brush a strand of hair from your face, lingering just long enough to make your knees feel unsteady.
âso,â he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, âare we doing this again, or are you gonna keep pretending you hate me?â
your heart stutters, but before you can overthink it, you pull his mask down even further to uncover more of his lips, and you join them togetherâthis time, softer, slower, as if savoring the moment. you grab at his chin to pull him closer to you, you both sighing into the kiss, and then smiling giddily each time you pull back, only to come back in.
and just like that, you start to fall intoâŠsomething with not only the vigilante thatâs swinging around new york, but also gojo satoru, your long-time rival.
âŠ
when satoru swings by your dorm next, he doesnât expect his heart to lurch so much at the view of you so cozy.
itâs undeniable; you and satoru have been dancing around each other. youâre not exactly a hook-up to each otherâyou two havenât had sexâbut youâre not exactly girlfriend and boyfriend. and itâs not something casual, either. he doesnât reveal that heâs spiderman just to get into girlsâ pants.Â
youâve both developed a sort of rapport, he supposes. itâs been stolen glances during phys401 and late nights spent talking or, occasionally, making out. youâve even started to nurse his wounds, if he ever shows up with bruises and blood matting his suit. one of the perks of you having a single.Â
heâs even fallen asleep overnight, especially on friday nights when he doesnât have lecture in the morning. some of his things, like some spare equipment and suits, have even found their way into your closet.Â
youâre both on a dangerous roller coaster, and satoru is closing his eyes on the fall down.Â
but right now, heâs perched outside your window like a creep. youâre sitting on your bed, cross-legged and squinting at something on your laptop, and satoru smiles to himself as he sees your tank top and shorts and just how homey you look. you probably know satoru is coming, but youâre so comfortable around him that it makes his heart ache. he shouldnât be doing this, but he canât stop.
satoru lightly taps on your window, his knuckle brushing against the glass softly, not wanting to startle you. you glance up, catching sight of him, and thereâs no hiding the smile tugging at your lips.
you get up, and satoru follows the movement of your bare legs with his eyes as you slide the window open. âyou know, most people knock on doors like normal humans,â you say.
âi like to keep things interesting,â he shoots back, climbing in effortlessly. the faint chill from the night clings to him, and his hair is slightly disheveled from the wind.
he glances around your room, catching sight of your scattered notes and the distinct look of frustration etched across your face. âwhatâs got you looking so miserable?â
âphys401,â you reply with a resigned sigh, flopping back onto your bed. âthis problem set is impossible.â
satoru smirks, peeling off his gloves and mask and plopping down beside you. âlet me see.â
acquiescing, you hand over your notebook, watching as he scans your work with intent, eyebrows scrunching as he tries to understand the statement to prove. he makes a few thoughtful noises, before grabbing a pen and scribbling something down. âhere,â he says after a moment, âyouâre overcomplicating this step. instead of doing the tensor product you did, you could just make this zero by taking an inner product, since theyâre orthogonal states. the rest will fall into place.â
you squint at his messy, rushed handwriting, and sure enough, the proof seems to come together. âhow are you so good at this?âÂ
âphysics prodigy, remember?â he teases, leaning back on his hands as he lays down on your bed.
âthanks for the help,â you say softly, your eyes lingering on him a beat too long. heâs kind of dreamy, you think. the moonlight filters across your window, giving his platinum hair a sheen as his cerulean eyes look into yours with kindness.Â
his smirk fades, replaced by something softer, something unspoken. âanytime.â he then makes a show of stretching out his limbs, purposely bumping into you with one eye open smugly to observe your reaction, to which you glare at him. he spots your notebook, picks it up, and flips through it. âyou know, for someone who complains so much about phys401, youâre not half bad at it,â he teases, scribbling something in the margin of your notes by grabbing a stray pen next to him. Â
you roll your eyes, shifting so youâre cross-legged on the bed, facing him. ânot all of us are physics prodigies, satoru. some of us actually have to work hard.â Â
he chuckles, handing the notebook back to you. âhard work is overrated when you can just charm your way through everything.â Â
you snort and joke, âif charm was all it took, iâd have aced the midterm.â Â
thereâs a beat of silence as you glance down at his notes. heâs corrected a mistake you hadnât even noticed, and his scrawled proof flows so effortlessly it makes you a little envious. âhow do you do that?â you ask, more to yourself than him. Â
âdo what?â Â
âmake it look so⊠easy,â you say, frowning slightly. âeverything. physics, life, swinging through the city.â Â
satoru leans back on his palms, his smirk softening. âtrust me, itâs not as easy as it looks.â Â
you glance up at him, surprised by the honesty in his tone. âwhat do you mean?â Â
he shrugs, but thereâs something vulnerable in the way his gaze flickers away from yours. âi mean, everyone sees the guy with the jokes and the perfect test scores, but no one sees the late nights or the bruises.â he gestures vaguely to his chest, where you know the bruises from his spider-man escapades hide. âguess iâm just good at pretending.â Â
you sit with his words, the weight of them settling between you. âyou donât have to pretend with me, you know,â you say softly. Â
his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the maskâthe real oneâdrops. âi know,â he says, just as softly. Â
the air between you feels heavier, like the world has shrunk to just the two of you. youâre hyper-aware of how close he is, the faint smell of the night clinging to him, the way his knee brushes against yours. Â
âthanks,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper. âfor letting me be here. forâŠâ he trails off, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up. Â
your breath catches. âsatoruâŠâ Â
âyeah?â he says, leaning in slightly, his voice lower now. Â
âiâŠâ you trail off, not even sure what you were going to say. Â
he leans closer, and it feels like everything around you stills. his hand finds its way to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. âcan i?â he asks, his voice barely audible. Â
you nod, and then his lips are on yours. Â
the kiss starts tentative, almost shy, but it doesnât stay that way for long. it deepens, his hand sliding to your waist as you pull him closer. the tension that had been building for weeksâmonths, maybeâfinally snaps, leaving nothing but heat and want in its wake. Â
his weight presses you back into the bed, and you can feel his heart racing against yours as he pins you to the bed, now on top of you. his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin, and as his thumb traces shapes into your circle and closer to more sensitive areas, a sigh escapes you. Â
thatâs when he freezes. Â
he pulls back, his breathing uneven, his eyes wide and filled with something like fear. âwe canât,â he says, his voice hoarse. Â
your heart drops into your chest.
âwhy not?â you ask, trying to catch your breath. Â
âbecause,â he says, sitting up and running a hand through his hair and heâs heaving. âbecause iâm spider-man, and youââ he breaks off, looking anywhere but at you. âyou deserve better than this. better than me.â Â
you sit up, pulling your shirt back into place and looking at him, hurt. âthatâs not your call to make, satoru.â Â
âiâm trying to protect you!â he says, his voice rising in agitation. he sits back onto his heels, raking a hand through his hair as he looks at the ceiling, as if in pain.
you canât believe him. his self-righteousness irritates you to no end, especially after youâve bared your soul, and now your body to him, something you considered intimate. you feel conflictedâwhatever you had, it didnât have a label. but that didnât mean that you didnât want that to be true. badly.
âand who asked you to?â you snap back. âiâm not some damsel in distress who needs saving.â Â
âi know that,â he says, his tone softening. âbut if something happened to you because of meâŠâ he shakes his head. âi couldnât live with that.â Â
the anger bubbling in your chest boils over, and you snap. âso what? youâre just going to walk away? after everything?â Â
he stands, his expression pained. âiâm sorry,â he says, heading for the window. Â
âdonât you dare apologize,â you say, your voice trembling as you stand by the foot of your bed, hating how your eyes brim with tears. âif you leave, donât bother coming back.â Â
he pauses, his hand on the window frame, before glancing back at you. âiâm sorry,â he says again, softer this time, before slipping out into the night. Â
the window clicks shut behind him, and youâre left alone in the silence, the ache in your chest threatening to swallow you whole.Â
âŠ
the whir of the espresso machine and the gentle hum of background music fill the mostly empty starbucks, the occasional customer wandering in like clockwork. itâs a quiet shift, the kind youâd usually relishâexcept today, the quiet only makes the knot in your chest tighten.
youâre stationed behind the counter, staring blankly at the milk steamer as it hisses, lost in your thoughts. that is, until utahimeâs voice breaks through.
âalright, spill,â she says, leaning her elbows on the counter beside you.
you glance at her, eyebrows raised. âspill what?â
utahime rolls her eyes, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. âoh, please. you look like someone stole your favorite pen and broke it in half. whatâs going on?â
ânothing,â you lie, turning back to the steamer. âiâm fine.â
utahimeâs skeptical gaze bores into you. âyouâre a terrible liar. nanami, back me up.â
from his spot at a nearby table, nanami looks up from his book, his sharp eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. âitâs boy trouble,â he says flatly, like heâs solving an equation.
your head snaps toward him, a glare already forming. âexcuse me?â
âitâs obvious,â he says, setting his book down and regarding you with his usual piercing gaze. âyouâre distracted, you look upsetâitâs boy trouble.â
utahime perks up, leaning closer. âwait, is he right? is this about a guy?â
you let out a groan, leaning your elbows on the counter. âcan you two not gang up on me right now?â
âso it is a guy,â utahime says, her tone turning smug.
âi didnât say that,â you retort, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you.
nanami raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your deflection. âyou might as well just tell us. itâs not like weâre going to let it go.â
you sigh, running a hand through your hair. âfine. itâs⊠someone i liked. someone i thought liked me too. but he freaked out and said it was tooâŠdangerous to keep going.â
utahime frowns, her curiosity replaced by concern while kento snorts. âdangerous? what does that even mean?â
âthatâs what iâd like to know,â you say bitterly, the frustration bubbling up as you speak. âhe acts like he cares, but the second things get serious, he bolts. like iâm some fragile thing that canât handle it.â
nanami leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. âhe might not be scared of you. he could be scared of what it means for him. of responsibility and commitment. some people run when they feel too much.â
utahime nods, her hand resting gently on your arm. âwhatever his problem is, itâs not fair to you. if he canât get it together, thatâs on him, not you.â
you glance between them, the weight of their words settling in your chest. âi know that,â you say quietly. âit just⊠sucks.â
âof course it does,â utahime says, her voice soft but firm. âbut youâre not the problem here. donât let him make you think you are.â
nanami picks up his book again but pauses before opening it. âand donât let him live rent-free in your head. if he canât see what heâs giving up, thatâs his loss.â
their support feels grounding, like a steady hand in the middle of a storm. you manage a small smile, nodding. âthanks, guys.â
âanytime,â utahime says, flashing you a reassuring grin. nanami simply nods, returning to his book but keeping an eye on you like always. for the first time all week since gojo left your room, the heaviness in your chest feels a little lighter.
âŠ
the knock at your window is faint, almost timid, but it jolts you out of your daze. you sit up in bed, your heart pounding as your eyes dart toward the window. itâs lateâso late itâs earlyâand for a moment, you think you imagined it. you hate to admit it, but because of your boy troubles you havenât been able to sleep all week. youâre also no stranger to imagining ants crawling up your body or phantom noises, so you adjust in your bed, trying to go back to sleep.
then it comes again, a little louder this time.
you throw off the blanket and pad over, the chill of the floor biting at your bare feet. when you pull the curtain aside, your breath catches.
satoru.
heâs crouched outside, his suit torn in places and soaked with blood. his head lolls slightly, like heâs barely holding himself up, and when he lifts his gaze to meet yours, itâs tired and pleading.
you donât thinkâthereâs no time for that. you unlatch the window and shove it open, reaching out to help him inside. âsatoru, oh my god,â you breathe, your voice shaking.
âhey,â he mutters, his grin weak but still so unmistakably him. âsorry for the mess.â
âshut up,â you snap, guiding him onto your bed and setting him down with gentle hands, ones that contrast your tone with him. âwhat the hell happened?â
ânothing i couldnât handle,â he says, wincing as he tries to sit up straighter and flashes you a sheepish smile. âyou should see the other guy.â
âyouâre bleeding everywhere, satoru. you clearly didnât handle it.â you grab your first aid kit from under the bed and yank it open, your hands trembling.
âiâve had worse,â he murmurs, but his bravado is thin, cracking at the edges.
âstop talking,â you say, your voice trembling and cracking. âjustâjust stop.â
for once, you thank the gods that he listens.
you work quickly, cutting away the shredded fabric of his suit and cleaning the worst of the wounds. itâs not prettyâhis torso is littered with bruises and gashes, the kind that make your stomach turnâbut you keep your focus.
when you press a disinfectant-soaked pad to a particularly deep cut, he hisses, his hand flying to grab your wrist.
âsorry,â you whisper, glancing up at him with a tender look in your eyes. his expression matches yours, and your faces are so close to each other that you canât bear it anymore, going back to your work.
his fingers loosen but donât let go, his grip warm and grounding. âyouâre good at this,â he says softly, his voice rough.
âyeah, well,â you mutter, ducking your head to avoid his gaze. âyouâve given me plenty of practice.â
the silence stretches as you finish bandaging him up. when youâre done, you sit back, your hands still trembling as you place them in your lap. âyouâre an idiot,â you say, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.
he laughs, soft and hoarse. âyeah. i get that a lot from this girl i know.â
you look up at him, and the weight of everythingâhis injuries, his secret, the distance he tried to put between youâcrashes over you. âyou canât keep doing this, satoru. you canât keep pushing me away just to show up like this.â
his smile fades, replaced by something raw and unguarded. âi know,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper. âi know, butâŠâ
âbut what?â you demand, your voice cracking. âyouâre spider-man? you think thatâs an excuse to keep shutting me out?â
âitâs not an excuse,â he says, running a hand through his messy hair, matted with even more blood. his or someone elseâs, youâre not sure. âitâs a reason. i donât want you to get hurt because of me.â
âyou think iâm not already hurting?â you snap, the anger bubbling to the surface yet again. âyou think it doesnât kill me to see you like this and know i canât do anything to stop it?â
his eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks like a little boy, lost and unsure. it is then that it hits you that heâs just twenty. a college student, not someone whoâs wanted by the cia or someone whoâs battled terrorists. for fucks sake, he canât even legally drink.Â
and your heart canât help but melt as he says, âi just⊠i donât want to lose you.â
âthen stop trying to,â you say, your voice softer now. âstop pretending like youâre protecting me by keeping me at armâs length. let me in, satoru.â
he stares at you, his breath hitching like heâs holding back a thousand words. then, in a rush, he closes the distance between you, his hands cradling your face as he presses his forehead to yours.
âiâm sorry,â he whispers, his voice breaking. âiâm so sorry.â
you exhale shakily, your hands finding their way to his wrists. âjust stop being an idiot, okay? stop trying to do this alone.â
he nods, his grip tightening like heâs afraid youâll slip away. âi promise,â he says, and for the first time, you believe him.
âŠ
a cramp gripping satoruâs entire leg is what wakes him up.Â
he winces in memory of the injury; one of those stupid terrorists had too good of an aim, grazing his leg while he was mid-air. it hurts like a bitch now, and he moves to lay on his back, until something stops him. roses.
he looks, bleary eyed, to you. the floral scent coming from you, making him dizzy. his body cocooning yours.Â
you both unconsciously moved in your sleep so that you were spooning, your fragrant hair, soft from shampooing, tickling his throat with your ass in his crotch.
nestled right against his morning wood.
good fucking lord, he groans to himself, then starts to panic because if you wake up and realize he had a raging hard-on while you were sleeping, you would definitely think he was a creep. heâs already on thin fucking ice. so naturally, he starts to recite the star spangled banner while trying to will his boner away.
oh, say can you seeâ
to no avail, because you huff softly in your sleep, soft and warm body unconsciously leaning back to grind your ass against his lap, turning his dick to steel.
âoh, fuck,â he curses out loud, using his hand to cover the lower half of his face and clench his eyes shut. you feel so sweet, innocently adjusting while he canât even control his lust for you.
but once the grind seems to continue for a bit too long, more than what can be chalked up as adjusting in your sleep, he peers down at you. youâre awake.Â
and because satoruâs selfish, his hands creep up your tank top, settling on your bare stomach, where he knew you were ticklish. as a result, you wiggle, and he uses this opportunity to pull you even closer to him, right up against him.Â
âbaby,â he says, making his voice all deep and sighs on purpose, just to be unfair to you. âis this okay?â
you whine, and he settles his face in your hair, the strands of it tickling his skin as he inhales in the scent of you. âi thought it was a dream.â
he smiles into your hair. you make him feel like sunshine incarnate, and the rush heâs getting right now is akin to the one he gets jumping off the empire state building. âno, this is very real.â
âhm,â and you continue to drag your ass into him, murmuring in a soft voice that makes him want to take you right there and then, âit still feels like a dream. like youâre not real, right now.â
oh, what he would do to make you say his name in that same voice; he wants to whisper all the things he wants to do to you right now. âi know, baby. you feel like a dream.â his hands continue to slide up and up your torso, groaning at your sharp intake as he gently fondles the softness of your breasts.Â
you overwhelm his senses, teasing him, and when you let out a whine of his name, satoru snaps.
âiâm going to make you feel good right now. tell me if itâs a fucking dream,â he grits out, ignoring whatever cramps that were screaming at him to get on top of you.Â
you gasp out a âsatoru,â wriggling in his grasp, and he canât take it anymore. he brings up one of his hands. shoots a web that lands right on your left hand. then your right hand.
satoru just tied you up using his webs.
you look at him in whatever version of shock you can muster in your tired state. âsatoru, what theââ but youâre muffled, because heâs kissing you, hard, roving his hands up and down your body and grabbing whatever he can as if heâs devouring you while making out with you.
âdo you know,â and his eyes flash dangerously while looking down at yours, âhow youâve teased me with these shorts?â his hands trails down to the waistband of the offending piece of clothing, pulling it to make it snap against your skin. you jump, looking at satoru desperately, whoâs left you bare at his mercy, subject to his super human strength as he grabs your shorts with both his hands again. âevery fucking time iâve sneaked up in to your room, itâs been so hard to not fuck you senseless in these flimsy things. itâs only fair you pay the price, right baby?â
itâs not like you have anything to answer him with, having lost all brain cells being fucked out like this. he pulls them down, and if he had laser vision, he would have stared through your panties long ago, eyes fixated on the crotch that was nearly translucent with the amount of slick going through it. burying his face right in between your thighs, he noses at your cunt before groaning. then, he uses his teeth to grab onto the middle and pull. until your pussy is bare to him.
âoh, fuck youâre so pretty,â he curses, lapping at your sweetness. his tongue roves up and down your folds, and if your hands could, they would be pulling at his hair solely because you were so sensitive. but you were trapped, thighs gripped in his strong hands and your arms trapped by his ultra-strong webs. âmy good girl.â
then, you feel pressure at your opening. âsatoââ you squeal but are immediately interrupted by your own moan as he curls his long, thick fingers, eyes observing your every movement as you squirm, electric shocks running up and down your body as he hits your spot dead-on.
and he notices, because the motherfucker chuckles. âoh, so thatâs the spot, huh?â he purrs, visibly pleased as he memorizes it and abuses it, hitting it with every stroke. you barely notice him add one finger, add two fingers as he starts to suck on your clit. overwhelmed with pleasure, youâre only brought back to reality when he rips all contact away from you.
âwhatââ you mumble mindlessly, until you see what heâs doing. he pulls his sweatpants down. and heâs not wearing boxers, so you drool when his cock springs out, leaking copiously and hard. without taking his eyes off you, he pumps it to its fullest length, and youâre just staring in awe at its sheer length.
âwhatâre you looking at, baby?â he teases, using his hand to wiggle his cock in front of your face to mock you. âwant it so bad, isnât that right?â
you glare at him half-heartedly, but whine regardless. âjust put it in, gojo.â
âoh,â and he flashes you a smile that makes a big danger sign in red flash across your mind. âitâs gojo, now is it?â
 âsatoru,â there are tears brimming in the corner of your eyes, the ones that make satoru even more aroused at your want, âplease. i need it.â
a boyish grin and a forehead kiss that has you reeling at his duality. âanything for my woman in stem.â with that, he pushes in, both of your eyes rolling back as his cock is engulfed by your gummy walls. soon after, he starts thrusting, desperation fueling both of you as you cross your legs behind gojoâs back, the deeper angle making his thighs shake while fucking into you.Â
he grabs your face, gives you a tender kiss. âfuck, i love this pussy. so sweet for me.âÂ
you give him a wanton moan in return as he continues to thrust deep, tender strokes into you. âsatoru, âm not gonna last long.â with the amount of foreplay heâs done alongside how sensitive you are, youâre steadily reaching your orgasm already, and with the way satoruâs now tightly gripping the sheets beside you while thrusting inside you, he is too.
wet squelching noises echoes across the room, and you know the neighbors can hear the obscene plap! plap! plap! coming from skin meeting skin, your hips against his. he buries his face into your neck, panting at your ear until he uses his hand to wrench your face towards his.
âi love you,â he groans, forcing your eyes to meet his. âi love you forever and will do so. so you canât break my heart,â and heâs desperately thrusting again, âand you canât leave me. please.â
at his confession, you break, back arching as you also squeal out a iloveyou while gasping loudly, hips rolling to rise against his as he fucks you through your orgasm. quickly, his thrusts veer into overstimulation and you whine. âtoru.â he takes one look at your stateâface impossibly flushed, hands tied, and pussy absolutely engulfing his cock, and his orgasm hits him like a truck, making him gasp and bend and break as he goes to heaven and back with the aftershocks of your orgasm making your pussy clench around him so beautifully. his cum enters you in hot spurts, making you exhale sharply at the feeling as he comes down from his orgasm, collapsing next to you.
for a few minutes, heavy breathing fills the room, both of you catching your breaths. until satoru breaks the silence. âso, whatâs it like to fuck a superhero?â
you take one look at himâall smug and propped up on his elbowâand spidey sense be damned as you try grab a pillow. key word is try because youâre then wrenched back with a reminder that youâre still bound. âsatoru,â and you give him a sickly sweet smile, the one that he knows means heâs in trouble, âwhen are these going to dissolve?â
and satoru pretends to be deep in thought, but you can see him trying to inch off the bed slowly, as if to escape your wrath after his answer. âuhmâŠmaybe five hours?â
if it werenât for the damn spidey sense that he had, he wouldnât have been able to escape the swing of your legs as you looked at him murderously. âsatoru gojo you will unhand me from these webs this instantâ-â
âi donât know,â he shrugs, shit eating grin in his face. âyou look kinda sexy in bed like this. mad at me.â but when your eyes flash with anger, he hiccups nervously, telltale of the fact he wonât mess with you.
âi hate you,â you groan out, pouting like a petulant child while you glare at the ceiling.
 satoru comes close to you to bend at his waist and give you a forehead kiss. âno, you donât.âÂ
you give him a pointed glare, telling him not to be testy. âclean me up. now.â
at your expression, his eyes widen in fear and he salutes. âanything for you, maâam.â
at his retreating form, you giggle and sigh to yourself. you never wouldâve known that spider-man would be the one fetching a clean up rag for you after fucking the shit out of you, but you wouldnât trade it for the world.
when satoru comes back, he cleans you up, tenderly, as if he is afraid that you will break. youâre a little drowsy when he returns to you, but he doesnât dare try to wake you up when he hears little breaths from your nose indicating youâve fallen asleep. after he finishes his job, he admires your features.
satoru lingers for a moment, his gaze softening as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest. the weight of his responsibilities presses on him, as it always does, but tonight, it feels heavierâlike a tether pulling him between the life heâs chosen and the life he craves.
you, so peaceful in sleep, represent something fragile, something precious. and that terrifies him. because what if he fails? what if the cost of being spider-man is losing the one thing that feels real?
still, he knows he canât walk awayânot from this city, not from you. with a deep breath, he leans down and presses a featherlight kiss to your forehead, a silent promise lingering in his chest.
âiâll keep you safe,â he murmurs, barely audible. âno matter what.â
instead of leaving, satoru settles down beside you, careful not to disturb your rest. the city can wait, just for a little while. for now, he wraps an arm around you, grounding himself in the warmth of your presence. as your breathing evens out against him, he lets his own eyes drift shut, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily lifting. today, he chooses to stay.
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three's company
part three
masterpost | part one | part two | interlude I: 1985
words: 5.3k
so, i ran into a bit of a problem. in scenes where there are other girly pops besides reader, the pronouns can get a little confusing. so, when you see an asterisk (*) next to a she/her/hers pronoun, that's you! hope this helps. let me know if it interrupts the flow at all, if it does i might just use 'reader' in place of a name.
warnings: proceed with the highest caution my dears cause this one is fucking gnarly. more specifically though, graphic depictions of violence against women and men, choking not the fun kind, tentacles again, not in the fun way, this author isn't even into that and was actively gagging while writing that, near drowning, upside down brand of torture, vecna is actively enjoying inflicting pain not in a sexual way he's just a fucking dick. also billy gets his shit fucking rocked. emetophobia warning.
âHoly shit, we thought you guys were goners.â
She and Eddie bent down to accept Dustinâs hug, both smiling fondly down at him when they pulled away.Â
âYeah,â she glanced at Eddie, who was looking at Steve, âWe thought so too.â
Steve was next to hug her, winding his arms around her back and pulling her close to him, squeezing her a bit harder than the situation warranted, but she snorted into his shoulder, pushing his chest gently, âGood to see you, too.â
She fixed him with a slightly dubious glance, tilting her head and pressing her lips together before accepting the hug/tackle that Robin gave her.Â
She embraced Robin for much longer, listening to Robin ranting in her ear and ranting back. Steve caught snippets of the story, and what he did hear was enough to make his stomach twist uncomfortably.
When her and Robin finally extricated themselves, still standing rather close, they turned to the group at large, tuning into the conversation that Nancy and Eddie were having.
âDo you know what time this was? The attack?â Nancy asked.
âYeah, I know exactly what time it was. Walkies not the only thing that got soaked,â Eddie tossed her his watch.
â9:27.â Nancy read, glancing at Robin.
âSame time our flashlights went kablooey.â
âWhich means what, exactly?â Steve interjected, glancing at Nancy, to Robin, to Eddie, then back at Nancy.
âThat surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.â
She* and Eddie both sucked in a breath, exchanging a glance before hurriedly looking away. Steve watched this exchange, his eyebrows furrowing together.Â
As the group continued their conversation, her eyes landed on Dustin, who was pacing back and forth, looking out into the woods, hands on his hips, contemplative.Â
âDustinâs not cursed, is he?â Eddie asked, following her eye line to the boy.
Steve shook his head, âCursed? No. Heâs fine. Mental? Absolutely.â
âBoom!â Dustin exclaimed, making everyone jump out of their skin. Nancy turned her head so quickly that she mustâve gotten a crick.
As Dustin launched into an explanation of how he wasnât wrong, arguing back and forth with Steve about compasses and faulty equipment and electromagnetic fields, she* spaced out, half listening to Dustin and half looking around the woods.
Anxiety bubbled in her chest. A large group of people like this was bound to get noticed, and with Jason on their tail, thinking that Eddie had not only murdered Patrick but was also holding *her hostage, it seemed ill-advised for a bunch of innocents tagging along with a pair of fugitives.
It was only when Robin, who was still stuck to her side said the phrase âsnack size gateâ that she* was brought back down to earth with a rather unpleasant bump.
âWait, a gate?â She glanced at Dustin, then Nancy.
âYeah,â Dustin said, âWerenât you listening?â
âYeah, a bit, but how would there be a gate? And why?â *she asked, âLast time a gate was opened, it was Eleven, and sheâs not here, soâŠâ
âI donât know. I just know that something is causing this. And last time we saw anything like this, it was a gate. And I hope it is, cause then weâd have a way to Vecna, and a shot at freeing Max from this curse,â Dustin gestured emphatically with the compass.
âWe?â She* asked, raising an eyebrow, âDo you really think that if we find the gate, weâre going to let you or any of you other kiddies anywhere near it?â
Dustin looked affronted, âItâs my theory. I should get to go in.â
She* shook her head, âAnd weâre grateful, buddy, truly, but there is no way in hell youâre going into the Upside Down. Not happening.â
âWhy?â Dustin whined.Â
âBecause you are fifteen years old, and going into the Upside Down is extremely dangerous. You could be killed.â
âSo could you!â
âDoesnât matter,â She had moved away from Robin now, and was approaching Dustin, âYouâre our man in the chair, right? Youâre the one running things most of the time. We gotta keep you safe. And letting you go into that hellscape is completely counterintuitive to what weâre trying to accomplish here, right?â
Dustin seemed pleased with the compliment, and the praise, but there was a vestige of defiance remaining. Lucas and Max looked at each other, identical expressions of exasperation painting their faces.
He turned to Eddie, âWhat say you, Eddie the Banished?â
Eddieâs gaze was fixed somewhere on the ground, pensive as he spoke, âIâd say youâre asking me to follow you into Mordor. Which, if Iâm being completely honest, I think itâs a really bad idea.â
He looked into the trees, his voice taking on a hint of nostalgia. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves, and *she caught her breath, feeling that now familiar twist in her stomach whenever she looked at him. He was enigmatic. She was curious.
âBut the shire,â He sighed, âThe shire is burning.â
There was a rhythmic clunking sound as Dustin jumped up and down, the contents of his backpack shifting and banging against each other. Eddie stood with a flourish, setting his shoulders.
âSo, Mordor it is.â
With that, Dustin turned on his heel and started marching in the direction that the compass was leading him, and everyone fell in line after him.
âWhat is Mordor?â Steve asked no one in particular.
âItâs from Lord of the Rings,â she* and Eddie said in unison, then looked at each other in surprise.
âYouâve read them?â Eddie asked, and she nodded, smiling.
âYeah, Iâve read âem a few times.â
âI have the radio show that NPR did back in â79 on cassette. I sometimes listen to that if I donât want to reread the books.â
She* grinned wide, âFuck, thatâs so cool. Are they good?â
Eddie nodded enthusiastically, offering his hand to help to make sure that she didnât trip over a log, âYeah, itâs pretty good,â he ducked under a branch that she moved out of the way, âIf we survive this, you should come over and listen.â
She* chuckled softly, âYeah, if we survive, it's a deal.â
They fell back into step behind Dustin, and as the sun began to set in the distance, Steve felt a sort of sinking feeling, watching everyone in the group fall into their own conversations.Â
He didnât know if there was anything to say. And even if there had been, he suspected it might be too late.
Setting out on the boat was no easy task.
Theyâd burst into a flurry of arguing shortly after uncovering it, and it took some convincing to get Dustin to stay on dry land.Â
âDustin, I know you wanna help,â Steve cajoled, âBut we canât do what we need to if weâre worrying about keeping you, Max and Lucas alive.â
âYou donât need to worry about me! I can handle myself.â Dustin insisted.
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, âTell ya what, if your theory is correct-â
âWhich it is-â
âThen weâll⊠talk about you going with us next time. Okay?â
Dustin seemed satisfied for the moment, confident in his theory and therefore very assured of the fact that he would be able to take on a more direct role.
As she* climbed into the boat after Steve, holding his hand for stability, she bent down and hissed, âWhy on earth would you tell him that?â
They were already moving away from the shore, Eddie and Robin rowing the boat towards the middle of the lake, taking directions from Nancy, who had Dustinâs compass, and making adjustments as needed.
âIt was the only way I could get him to shut up,â Steve shot back, letting go of her hand once she was settled on the floor of the boat, the benches occupied by the others.
She looked up at him, âYou know heâs going to hold you to it, he always does.â She glanced back towards the shore.
âTell me about Max. Whatâs going on with her?â
Steve sighed, recounting the events of the past few days. As he told her, her expression became more and more pinched until it looked like she was on the verge of tears.
âJesus Christ,â She finally said, once he had finished telling her about the graveyard, âThat poor kid. This must be so confusing for her. With Billy dying the way he didâŠâ
Steve narrowed his eyes at her, âYeah, but he⊠he had it coming.â
Robin was listening now, and every so often Nancy and Eddie would glance back at them.
âNot in that way,â She* clasped her hands around her knees, âHe didnât deserve to die, at least not in that way-â
âAre you serious?â Steve stared at her, âHe nearly killed you and youâre telling me that he didnât deserve to die?â
âHe nearly killed all of us,â She reminded him, her gaze growing slowly more dangerous, âNot just me.â
Which, in essence, was true. Steve couldnât really say that Billy had it out for her* when it seemed that he had it out for everyone.Â
âIs there something youâre not telling me?â Steve bent low, trying to keep the conversation between them but he didnât quite manage it, given the fact that they were in a tiny boat on an echoey lake, âDo you - did he say something to you? At Starcourt?â
âYou know I donât remember, Steve.â
âYou told me that you didnât remember, but I saw what he did to you-â
âAnd why would I tell you anything?â She hissed, voice rasping with restricted emotion, âItâs not like you stayed after-â
âStop!â Nancy suddenly exclaimed, holding up a hand, her eyes focused on the compass.
Her* and Steve fell silent, and in the silence, they could hear the metallic needle of the compass whirring in the glass, a high pitched sort of ringing that made her* ears hurt a little.
Chh- âGuys, whatâs going on?â Dustinâs voice sounded over the supercomm.
âCome on guys, talk to me.â
Robin recovered first, speaking into the walkie, âYour compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ahhhh-â
Steve had begun stripping off his shoes and socks, catching everyoneâs eye.
âSteve,â Nancy said, measured yet apprehensive, âWhat are you doing?â
âSomeoneâs gotta go down there and check it out.â
âAnd it just has to be you, doesnât it?â She* said, rolling her eyes.
âI mean, unless you can beat being a Hawkins High swim team co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years,â
âOh my god, I was literally on the swim team-â
âAnd you could never beat my time,â He pointed out, taking off his yellow sweater and tossing it at Eddie, âAnd, as I said, I was co-captain for three years.â
âNepotism. And the only reason they kept voting for you is because everyone wanted to see you in your tiny little speedo.â
âAnd yet,â Steve prepared for his dive, giving a final look over his shoulder, a sarcastic, somewhat evil grin on his lips, âI never heard you complaining.â
And with that, he dove into the lake. She* stared at the spot where he had disappeared, glaring at the ripples, nostrils flared.
She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like I hope he drowns, before settling back into the boat, arms crossed and expression even more so.
They dissolved into an awkward silence after that, the boat gently rocking back and forth on the little waves.
Robin was the first one to break the silence, glancing at *her frenetically, opening and closing her mouth before finally speaking, âSooo, what was that?â
âNo comment,â *She said, digging her nails into the flesh of her own arm.
âHow long has it been?â *She asked Nancy, her voice betraying a shred of worry.
âClosing in on a minute.â Nancy said softly, keeping a sharp eye on her watch.
Suddenly, Steve burst from the water with a flourish, scaring everyone into yelling at least one expletive at him.Â
âI found it.â Steve breathed, reaching out to hold onto the side of the boat.Â
âYou found it?â
âI found it, yeah.â
âDustin, youâre a goddamn Einstein, Steve found the gate in the lake.â Robin said breathlessly into the supercomm, but they were all so preoccupied with Steve that they hadnât noticed theyâd failed to get a response from the kids.Â
âItâs pretty wild,â Steve pinched his nose, rubbing at his nostrils to rid them of water, âMore of a snack size gate than the momma gate, but still pretty damn big.â
âOkay, showoff,â she* said, reaching out a hand for Steve to grab so she could haul him back up into the boat, âJust get your ass back in and weâll figure out our next move.â
He grabbed her forearm, and she leaned back to pull him up when the boat gave a sharp lurch.Â
âWhat the fuck was-â Eddie began to say, but the rest of his sentence was swallowed by a rush of water in her ears as she was pulled under with Steve, her leg smashing into the rim of the boat as she went.Â
She hadnât had time to take a breath before her head went under, so her lungs burned the entire way down, watching as tendrils wrapped around Steveâs legs and pulled the both of them deeper. Steve had let go of her arm, gesturing wildly in the darkness but she couldnât tell what he was trying to say, so she dug her fingers into the flesh of his forearm harder.Â
Just when she thought she couldnât take it anymore, and as the edges of her vision grew black and she took on water, they broke through the sticky membrane of the gate and fell hard to the dry ground below.Â
He landed on his back and she landed on her chest, both letting out screams of pain.Â
The tendrils had wrapped around her too, and they ripped her and Steve in opposite directions, dragging Steve on the bare flesh of his back against the rough ground, and her a much shorter distance, landing roughly in a nearby bed of undulating roots, which began to encircle her wrists and ankles, one snaking sinisterly up her spine, along the side of her neck and finally, securely over her mouth.Â
The roots thrummed in recognition.Â
They remembered her.Â
You should be dead, they mused, I thought he had killed you.Â
Through flashes of Steve struggling with unknown creatures, vision blacking out from the pain of the barbs that the vines possessed, the harsh pressure on her windpipe, she could see, almost like a window, Starcourt.Â
It didnât make any sense. The image of the mall grew larger, the edges seeping into the very corners of her vision until it was all she could see.Â
The rest of the Upside Down fell away, the sounds of Steve screaming, the distant rolling thunder, everything.Â
Instead, she felt the rumble of an engine below her. Hands that werenât hers gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles shining white against the neon blush on skin from the lights of the mall.Â
Her own thoughts played in the back of whatever this was, like she was screaming at her own body from another room.Â
She caught her eyes in the rearview mirror, and saw the bloodshot baby blues of Billy Hargrove staring back at her.Â
As her mind sluggishly put together the pieces, she knew, distantly, what this was.Â
Nancyâs Grand Prix came into view.Â
As the car accelerated under him, Billy felt a thrill of fear when the first bullet hit the windshield. There was no stopping the car, try as some part of him might, with the voice in his head and in control of his hands, his feet, his body, he knew that impact was imminent.
As he sped closer, he zeroed in on her, on Nancy, face fixed in a snarl as she emptied the magazine into his windshield unblinkingly.
Ah, The Voice inside him said, and Billy could feel itâs - his - he could feel the cruel laughter, Her again. She will be dealt with. In time.
He was twenty feet away.Â
Fifteen.Â
Ten.
Suddenly, the world spun, and the only eyes he could see out of were the eyes of his precious creature, his beautiful creation, looking down upon the parking lot. Fire had erupted across the hood of the car, and Billy laid against the door, head lolling uselessly out of the window.
Humans, he considered as his creature jumped to the pavement below, tearing after the car that was speeding away from the mall. So fragile.
It was the heat that woke Billy. The sharp spikes of pain all over his body were enough to rouse him, and as he opened the door and collapsed out of it, he heard distant voices, frantic and labored.Â
He peered into the distance, four figures coming in and out of focus.
âHow we doin, El?â A female voice spoke, someone familiar to Billy, and The Voice felt it too, some old annoyance, not unlike a persistent fly buzzing around his head, distracting him, âKeep her talking, Mike, sheâs gotta stay awake.â
âIâm trying!â
He heard the metallic creaking next, and as he drew closer, he saw a flash of yellow.
Eleven.
His heart leapt in excitement, in triumph, that the one he had been searching for all this time had walked right out into his midst, like an innocent little lamb being led to slaughter. It was almost too perfect.
The tallest figure spotted Billy first.
âFuck, turn around,â She said, stepping in front of the three smaller figures, in front of Eleven, raising some sort of weapon in her arms.
âWhat?â The boy said, hitching Eleven higher on his shoulder. His knuckles were white from the ferocity of his grip on her, âOh, shit, go go go go go go!â
Together, he and the redheaded child -
Max, Billy thought miserably, Max.
Her name does not matter. Sheâll be dead soon anyway. Together, he and Max dragged Eleven back towards the door, and The Annoyance stood her ground. Behind her, the gate slid closed.
âYou and me, Hargrove,â She cooed, grinning, âJust like old times, whaddya say?â
She seemed as bloodthirsty as he felt, and the complete lack of fear in her gaze, the almost maniacal smile on her lips⊠had she not tried to derail his plan at every turn, she may have made a good ally. There was a darkness within her that he could sense, that he could feel coursing through her veins as he watched her carotid jumping in her neck.
There was no time for that now. She had made it abundantly clear that she was going to continue to be a thorn in his side, poking and prodding.
He simply had to prune the poison away. That was all.
She cocked her head, swinging her weapon - an axe, he now saw - low to the ground, taunting him, âCome on, arenât you gonna do anything?â
Billyâs body was his only vessel at the moment, so he had to approach this carefully. One misstep and his vessel could be reduced to a useless pile of limbs.
His creature wouldnât make it back in time to capture Eleven.
So, he charged towards her left, and at the last moment, changed course, feinting to her right.
The swing of the axe had unbalanced her enough that he was able to seize a hank of her hair and slam her face into the metal gate. She screamed in pain, the impact shocking her into dropping the axe. He kicked it away, sending it skittering across the pavement.
Evidently, she had learned from her last encounter with Billy, using her weight to twist and unbalance him in turn, sinking a well aimed but somewhat weak punch to Billyâs gut, as she hadnât had time to properly wind up.
She used her momentum to sweep his leg with a powerful kick, shoving him to the ground. She kneeled on his chest, her other knee trapping his arm, and she seized the crown of his head and began slamming it repeatedly into the cement below.
The fortification of his essence running through Billyâs veins had made him stronger, smarter, so with the arm that wasnât pinned, he landed a blow to her ribs, feeling them crack beneath his knuckles.
She did not relinquish her hold on him, seizing his wrist before he could swing it again, digging her nails brutally into his flesh.
He planted the soles of his feet on the ground, lifting his pelvis in a sharp thrust, knocking her off of his chest, and onto the ground. He scrambled to pin her, winding his hands around her neck, keeping his elbows locked, pressing all of his body weight down.
She wound her hands around his wrists, trying in vain to claw them away from her throat, thrashing wildly beneath him. Then, she raised her knee in a sharp line, hitting him directly in the groin.
Of all of the injuries that she had inflicted upon Billyâs body so far, this one was the worst. The shock of it reverberated through Billyâs body, and control of his limbs waned between the two parts of Billyâs mind, his grip slackening enough for her to be able to throw him off, rolling on her back and onto her feet in a crouch.
She spat blood out of her mouth, looking at him through her lashes, a dark purple bruise already blooming on her cheekbone. She was moving away from him, the toes of her sneakers circling backward as she inched towards the burning Camaro.Â
âYouâll never save them,â He taunted, slinking towards her, towering over her.
âWeâll see about that,â She said, âIâve kept them alive this long. Whatâs a little longer?â
âYouâll die trying,â He stated, simply, as if they were having a conversation about the weather, âAnd Iâll make you watch as I end them, and I will make sure the last thought in that pretty little head of yours is how you failed them.â
âAww,â She gave him a glowing, sarcastic smile, âYou really think Iâm pretty?â
She used his momentary distraction of his threat not landing to stoop down quickly, seizing a jagged piece of glass from the shattered windshield, and came at him with it, swiping for his jugular.
He ducked out of the way, seizing her forearm and twisting it behind her back, and she cried out in pain as he used her own wrist to thrust the piece of glass into her back.
Chest to chest, he could feel her heartbeat racing against her ribcage. There was still that fire in her eyes, that willful and idiotic defiance. He could be severing her spinal cord right now, he could feel her blood seeping around his fingers, but she still stood on her own two feet, ready to challenge him, to fight him until her last breath.
It was a delicious challenge, sure, and he relished the fear he could feel, but this was getting tiresome, and with every minute that passed, Eleven had a better chance of escaping. Not that she would, heâd make sure of that, but this journey had been so hard fought, filled with so much pain, so much agony, so much needless and inconvenient bloodshed that he was growing wary. His goal was in sight, and he couldnât allow himself to get continually distracted.
She reared back and spat in his face, and as the blood and saliva mixed with Billyâs, dripping into his mouth, a flood of memories washed over him.
Two toddlers on a hot afternoonâs day, splashing each other in a small pool, the edges of which were lined with colorful fish. Two children, older, riding bikes down an autumn streaked road, shouts of laughter echoing off of the picket fenced houses. The ruined face of a teenage boy, blood streaked and bruised, her delicate hand pressing a cool cloth into a gash along the bridge of his nose, his big brown eyes boring into hers. An almost kiss between a shared cigarette on a row of bleachers, chilly night air pressing into them. The exchange of an ice cream cone over a counter, a warm smile and a nametag reading âSteveâ flashing under fluorescent lights.
And, suddenly, he understood why she fought so hard. Why she had fought Billy so hard all that time ago, and why, even now, as she grew weaker in his grasp, she fought.
Love.
How fucking pathetic.
âOh, you poor thing,â He drawled, âHeâll never feel the same. If Steve cared about you at all, heâd be here.âÂ
He glanced around theatrically, and when his eyes landed on her face again, that fire was extinguished, finally, by the tears that were welling in her eyes.
âBut heâs not,â He brushed away a tear as it fell, âAnd he never will be.â
He caressed her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering. He wound his fingers into her hair, whipping her around and he slammed her face against the hood of the Camaro.
She went limp, finally, collapsing onto the ground, cheek resting against the rough gravel.
She didnât move again.
âSteve! Where is she?â
âI donât- she wasnât - we got separated-â
âFuck!â
âSheâs gotta be here somewhere, fucking look!âÂ
All of their voices mingled, high and low tones of mingled desperation, fear and rage.
âShe canât have gotten far,â Eddie reasoned tearfully, âSheâs got to be here somewhere.â
âSteve,â Robin gasped, âYouâre bleeding.â
âI donât care.â
âLike a lot.â
âRobin, just-â
âNo! Shut up and let me-â
Nancy had torn off wordlessly in what seemed to be a random direction, but as Eddieâs eyes adjusted to the darkness of the Upside Down, he saw a heap of vines, thick, tangled cables, undulating and encircling, almost lovingly, a body.
Her body.
Eddie followed suit, leaping over tangles of vines and debris, landing in a slide next to Nancy, who was tugging at the vines with her bare hands, grunting with the effort.
The sight was nothing short of horrible. Her irises had turned milky white, and every few seconds she jerked and gurgled around the tendril that was intubating her. The whites of her eyes had burst capillaries. She couldnât breathe. She was dying, right before their eyes.
Steve and Robin had joined them by now, fruitlessly tugging at the tendrils. Eddie gripped the tendril that was slinking its way down her throat, and tugged.
At first, he was met with resistance, but as Steve shouted something, Eddie couldnât really tell what it was, and Robin pleaded and Nancy managed to free one of her hands, the tendrilâs hold grew weaker, and soon enough, he was ripping it from her mouth.
Color flooded back into her irises as she launched herself out of the bed of vines, scrambling away on her hands and knees. She braced herself on one arm as the other came to encircle her stomach, and she retched, coughing up some gelatinous substance mixed with blood and lake water. Her hair hung lankly around her face as she stayed hunched over.
Four pairs of hands were on her in an instant. Steve at the front, cupping her face and pulling it level with his, one of Eddieâs on top of Steveâs as they both crowded in front of her, looking into her face. Nancy had one hand rubbing soothing circles into her back, and Robin was brushing her hair away from her forehead.
âYouâre okay,â Robin whispered, almost like a prayer, âYouâre okay, youâre okay, itâs okay.â
âLook at me,â Steve pleaded, âCan you breathe?â
âLet her catch her breath, man, she just had a fucking - whatever that was down her throat, itâs gonna take her a second-â
She clasped a shaking hand on each of their shoulders, and shoved both Eddie and Steve bodily away from her, doubling over once more to vomit a final time, before rolling onto her back, limbs going boneless, staring up at the crimson streaked sky.
âThat,â she heaved, sniffling, âsucked.â
Nancy let out a strangled laugh and bent over her, smoothing a hand across her forehead, âWelcome back.â
âHi, Nance,â She reached up to pat Nancyâs cheek clumsily, âIs everyone okay?â
They all murmured that they were, and she looked around, taking in her surroundings.
When Steve came into her field of vision, she swallowed thickly, expression tightening, and once her eyes fell on his neck and chest, she frowned, âWhat happened?â
âDonât worry about it,â He helped her sit up, resting her back against his chest, âGod, Iâm so glad youâre okay.â
âJuryâs still out,â she rasped, reaching for Robin, squeezing her hand, before turning in Steveâs grasp to look at Eddie, and she reached out to touch him as well, brushing a shaking hand over his face. He gave her a watery smile, turning to brush his lips against the pads of her fingers as her hand fell away. He wasnât sure that anyone noticed.
Once she had made sure that everyone was okay, and tangible, she breathed a sigh of relief.
âI should get hurt more often,â She mused, easing herself out of Steveâs grasp and slowly getting to her feet, Robin and Nancy helping her, âYou all are so cute when youâre worried.â
âDonât even start,â Robin huffed, slinging an arm around her shoulders, supporting her as she got her bearings.
âLeast sheâs still got a sense of humor,â Steve said, helping Eddie to his feet.
Nancy watched this entire exchange warmly, running a hand through her wet hair, âWell, we should-â
A distant screech swallowed the rest of her sentence. They all turned, eyes landing on the pulsating, scarlet gate as winged creatures surrounded it, bearing their teeth menacingly, chittering and screeching.
âWhat the hell are those?â She* asked, eyes growing wide in fear.
âBats.â Steve said, âThey attacked me, nasty little-â
âYou told me not to worry!â She* wailed, taking better stock of his injuries, âJesus Christ, Steve.â
âDo you think these bats have rabies?â Robin asked, shining her flashlight in the direction of a bat corpse.
Steve glanced at her, before turning his attention back to the ones that were surrounding the gate, âWhat?â
âWell,â Robin sighed, âItâs just, like, rabies are my number one greatest fear, and I think we should get you to a doctor soon, cause once the symptoms set in, itâs too late, and youâre dead-â
âWonderful,â She* groaned.
Steve was lowering into a half crouch, eyes trained animalistically on the gate, âWe can take them, right? Itâs not that many.â
As if in response to his question (and, knowing the hive mind, it probably was) a moving, jagged cloud appeared in the distance. As it came into view, hundreds of distinct little flapping shadows loomed over them.
âYou were saying?â Robin squeaked.
Nancy turned to look at the woods, and then at her*, âCan you run?â
She* cocked an eyebrow, âDo I have a choice?â
Nancy shook her head, âNot really, no.â
As the swarm drew closer, they sprinted in the direction of the woods, and soon enough, they were swallowed by a lifeless, decaying forest, thunder rumbling in the distance.
As the perpetual night pressed in on them, poisonous dust entered their lungs as they sucked in air, they all had some inkling of what they were facing, and what they were running towards.
But none better than her*. She finally knew the depths of what had happened last year, the story behind each scar on her skin. The reason for the phantom pain that woke her in the night, the confusing and aimless night terrors that never made any sense, and that were gone by the morning, stored away in the shadowy recesses of her mind.
She knew that this ecosystem knew her. She knew that it understood her.
And she knew, looking at her friends, these people that she loved, that she cherished, that Vecna was never going to stop until he had taken everything from her.
Everything.
#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#while I was writing this chapter I was continually worried that it was getting too dark.#and then I remembered in canon that several children were brutally murdered and a baby was set aflame#so I think I'm good#regardless this one is fucking gnarly proceed with the highest caution#three's company#my fic#steddie x reader#I was listening to Chappell while writing a large portion of this#the duality of man and all that#writes brutal violence meanwhile YOU CAN KISS A HUNDRED BOYS IN BARS#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#not beta read btw so if you see anything that looks hinky let a bitch know thx <3
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âThatâs just awful.â Suna said it with a laugh, the two of you were already in stitches over the accusations on his laptop. This one, like hundreds of others, was as terrible as it was amusing.
On June 4th, this bitch borrowed earrings that belonged to my dead grandmother and never gave them back.
You stifled a laugh with the palm of your hand as you watched Suna, who did nothing to hide his own thrill, type out the generously provided message, finishing off with the name of the culprit. Uploaded.
You found yourself once more on his shabby apartment carpet, eyes excitedly dashing between each submission. Thereâd been close to 400 just that week. The list was filled with expected and unexpected names alike: names youâd never read in your life, names of people who sat next to you in class, of someone you went to highschool with, repeat offenders, and your favorite, people who had pristine reputations. No matter how much of a saint these names appeared to be, once they went up on the website, their reputations would be tarnished by their wrongdoings.
It didnât help their case that the entire school seemed to be waiting on pins and needles for each update. People always take a sick pleasure in watching othersâ dirty laundry get aired out, you and Suna were happy to provide. There was only one rule to the whole ordeal: what they did had to be morally wrong. âItâs not gossip,â youâd told Suna, âitâs a warning.â As you saw it, the two of you were righteous benefactors of warnings.
âAre there any left?â You asked, peering over his shoulder at the screen, âNah.â He clicked his tongue in disappointment. It certainly wasnât a slow night, but you both knew youâd never get enough of it. Rintaro stretched out his sore shoulders, then leaned back against his palms, lolling his head over to look at you sitting cross-legged beside him. His brows shot up playfully, an unreadable parade of thoughts seemed to be marching through his mind in that moment.Â
âI like this.â He stated plainly, to which you hummed in agreement, âDid you see that news article?â You followed, tilting your head curiously as he stood up with a groan and walked over to his nightstand. Suna pulled open the drawer, showing you the tattered clipping he had proudly cut from the newspaper, âIâm thinking of framing it.â
A satisfied grin twisted at the corners of your lips as you hoisted yourself up to get a better look at the paper, though youâd already read it tens, if not hundreds of times. University in Shambles. And it was all your doing. Together.Â
Gazing upon the tiny printed words, something marvelous came to mind. It was a fleet of the moment idea until you broke the silence to turn it into something else, something better. âI wanna keep doing this.âÂ
Suna eyed you questioningly, âWeâre not planning on stopping anytime soon, are we?â Itâs true, the both of you had agreed not to quit your selfless duties unless you felt like someone was onto you, and so far, nobody had a clue. âI mean,â you started, taking the clipping from his hands to examine it with delight, âI want to keep doing this after college.â
To this, Rintaro finally turned to face you fully, eyes slightly widened, âOh?â âImagine it, Rin,â you sighed, slipping the little piece of paper back into his drawer, ânot only knowing about the assholes on campus, but, knowing about them everywhere else.â Something akin to excitement flashed in his eyes, he keened on every word you said like it was the best thing heâd ever heard. It was the best thing heâd ever heard.
âItâs risky, but would you wanna do that? Make On Sight open to the public?â
His breaths began to shallow at the thought, how many submissions would there be? Not only would the university be in shambles, but so would the rest of the world. It made his chest bubble with unadulterated pleasure. Perhaps you werenât great people for this, but neither were the ones whose names went up every night. A crime where the victims were no victims at all, theyâre equally as bad as the two of you, if not worse.Â
âThatâd be terrible,â he licked his lips with fervor, âwe should do it.â
You smirked with satisfaction, he was just as desperate for it as you were. Nothing was holding you back from keeping this rotten secret of yours for as long as you possibly could, not time and certainly not a lack of devotion. âThink you can keep a secret for that long?â You murmured coyly, inching closer to him, tantalized by this future you were beginning to picture. A future with him in it long past university.
âYou know I can.â Sunaâs face lowered to yours, eyes flickering down until he could feel his knees weaken at your grin. In that very moment, adrenaline coursed furiously through your veins, thereâs nothing in the world that you could do without him wanting in on it. You two managed to bring out the very worst in each other, but it worked, it was beautiful, perfect, even.Â
That was the point of the night in which everything blurred into one splotch of thrill in your mind. One moment the two of you were frozen in this sudden revelation of desire, the next his hand was on your jaw, pulling you into a deep, long-overdue kiss. Sunaâs lips danced against yours with passion, need emanating in every touch to your flesh, your head spun as his tongue grazed against yours and you would have been able to taste his aching for you had the flavor of your own hunger not overpowered it.Â
A clumsy three-step trip to his squeaky bed was made, he landed on his back, panting for more as you climbed atop him. You didnât get the chance to see the way in which his eyes glazed over as you slipped off your sweatshirt, heâd already pulled you back down to kiss him in a frenzy.Â
The air was filled with heavy breaths as he broke away to lose his own shirt, a scoff leaving his lips once you met heavy, lusted eyes, and you canât help but laugh at yourselves. Foreheads pressed against each other and the tips of your noses touching, itâs all too wonderful.Â
âYouâre killing me.â He whispered against your lips, before seizing them, gripping your waist to flip you onto his pillow.Â
The bed squeaked too loudly, youâre sure the headboard of which was fucking up the lazy paint job of his apartment, and the two of you couldnât stop laughing between kisses, but that night would surely be the only perfect one in your life. You cherished it like it was gold.Â
Suna was your best friend, but now he was something more, and thereâs no doubt in your mind that you both would like to keep it that way for a while.
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Mr. and Mrs. Barnes
Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky suggests sneaking off at the gala. How can you resist?
Word Count: Over 3k
Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, sex in a closet, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship, slight insecurities, mention of breeding, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I just really wanted this. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky didnât bother to hide his discontent as he looked around at the ballroom. Was it a gala? Fundraiser? What cared? He hated functions like these. People were either there to kiss ass and move up the chain of command or gloat about how well off they were in life under the guise that they were doing good for others. He didn't attempt to converse with any of them, but still had to go as a way to support SHIELD in some capacity and show that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.
At least Steve and Sam were excused from the event due to a mission.
Leaning against one of the pillars and tugging at his bowtie, he spaced out momentarily. No one looked his way, but he still felt judged. Like he didnât just belong at the event, but amongst anyone. He wanted to go home, get out of his tuxedo, and get the product out of his slicked back hair. He debated sneaking away from some air until he blinked and saw the reason he was truly there: you, the only real person in the crowd of liars and cheaters.
He never understood the expression of clothes clinging to someone like a second skin until you stepped into your floor-length black dress earlier this evening, the fabric enhancing every beautiful curve of your body. His eyes narrowed as you moved around the room and exchanged smiles and handshakes with people. Your aura drew people to you, men brushing against you and their stares lingering for far too long. It served as another reminder of why he didnât want to go tonight, especially when a General gripped your arm.
If he had a glass in his hand it wouldâve shattered.
Convincing you to stay in bed didn't work since you both had to make an appearance, but it didn't mean he wanted you apart from him. âGet over here,â he whispered, craving your attention, needing you close.
As if you sensed him seeking you out, likely feeling the weight of his stare, you turned to meet his gaze across the room. Your eyes sparkled with love that he never thought heâd receive in his lifetime. The kind of love he never wanted to be without again. âWould you please excuse me?â You asked loud enough for him to catch as you removed your arm from the manâs grip. âMy husband is waiting for me.â
Your hips swayed as you worked your way toward Bucky, not stopping for any other man who tried to catch your eye. Hearing you call him your husband brought the first smile to his face since he arrived. He still couldnât believe some days that you wanted forever with him. âI was wondering when my beautiful wife would remember I was here,â he said once you were close enough, reaching out for your hand.
The moment you took it, he stood tall and pulled you against him. He was certain no one else came close to the intimidating vibe he put out, his hold on you possessive as you smiled. âAs if I could forget. Practically heard you growling when General Rando touched my arm,â you teased.
âBecause he has no right to touch you,â he said, your lashes fluttering as you spun away. His hands guided you back to him. âI know youâre better with people than I am, which is why youâre the one who has to socialize and Iâm sorry for that. But you also said Iâm not allowed to break any fingers tonight and I won't be held responsible if he tries to touch you again.â
He swore he didnât have a possessive bone in his body until you sauntered into his life, giving him hopes and dreams and longing.
You laughed at him, a seductive sound that had a few heads turning. âYou do know I can break his fingers myself, right?â
He chuckled, leaning close to your ear and tickling your skin with his breath. âI know you're more than capable of kicking his ass. One of your many wonderful qualities,â he whispered. People underestimated you and that was always a mistake. âBut I still don't like that he touched you like he wanted to own you.â
You rang a finger along his bowtie. âWe all know who owns me and we know I own you, too,â you said, holding up your hand to show him your wedding ring. He tried to ignore how fast his heart pounded at the sight of his ring on your finger, the pledge you two made together. âIn a very healthy, non-toxic sort of way, of course.â
He smirked, glancing around at the crowd before looking back at you. âOf course, but maybe we could give everyone a friendly reminder that weâre a happily married and loyal couple.â His voice dropped lower, teasingly. He wanted to make your heart race like his. âOr maybe we could sneak away for a bit. Make this night a little more interesting.â
âSneak away?â You feigned innocence as you blinked at him. He was certain any innocence you had before he met you was gone thanks to him. âWhatever for?â
âYou know what for. Itâll be like that expo we went to a few months ago.â Bucky tilted his head slightly, studying your face closely. He easily picked up your sharp inhale, the way your pupils dilated and lips parted. It was clear that sneaking off was something that very much interested you. âCâmon, baby. This gala is boring and neither of us want to be here. My idea is much more fun. You know it is.â
He touched your cheek, your skin warm under his hand. He wasnât able to keep you in bed earlier like he wanted, but the thought of pulling you away and having you right here and now had his stomach fluttering with excitement. âThis gala is boring,â you agreed carefully.
âThen letâs make it exciting.â His thumb brushed across your lips and it took everything in him not to push his thumb inside. âYou made me come to this thing. Donât I deserve something for showing up and behaving?â
âI haven't made you come yet.â His muscles went taut when you briefly sucked the digit into your mouth, electricity crackling under his skin. He admired your boldness, how you were unashamedly yourself in front of these people. You didn't and would never care what they thought. âAnd I didn't make you come to this event, but I can make it worth your while.â
He held your chin and moved close until only an inch separated your faces. Your eyes gleamed with a hunger that rivaled his. The air crackled between you, daring you both to give over to your obvious desires. âAnd how exactly do you plan to do that?â He rasped when you suddenly pulled back and helped move him across the floor in a dance.
âMy plan? I thought sneaking away was your idea,â you smiled, guiding you both closer to the open doorway. âBut if we can find a closet or dark corner, you can do whatever you want with me. And Iâll even let you fuck my throat first thing tomorrow morning for behaving.â
A rumbling, deep groan escaped his throat. His fingers dug in possessively when he gripped the nape of your neck and tilted your head so he could taste your skin. Your body molding against his, soft and yielding against his solid frame, wasnât enough. There were too many clothes in the way and he wanted to bury himself deep inside you.
âYou drive me crazy, Mrs. Barnes,â he whispered, lifting his head to look into your eyes.
âThe feeling is mutual, Mr. Barnes.â You bit your lip once he waltzed you for enough away from prying eyes, the heat flaring between you. âI need you.â
Every nerve ending came to life when he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged past your lips, holding you steady as he devoured you. You melted against him, which only brought forth his primal hunger more. His intensity never scared you and he would be forever thankful for that.
You gasped as your back hit a wall, the sounds of chatter and music from the ballroom muffled. Your nails scraped the fabric of his jacket, both of you lost in sensations of lust and desire. As one of your hands continued its journey to his shoulder, the other wandered down his torso and didnât stop until you gripped his thick erection through his pants.
He abruptly broke the kiss when you gave him a squeeze, his eyes wild. âFuck,â he breathed, gripping your wrist and pushing more firmly against your hand. âYou feel that? Thatâs what you do to me.â
With dizzying speed, he spun you so that your back pressed against his front. You panted as his hand ventured through the slit of your dress and brushed along your trembling thigh. âWait until you feel how wet I am,â you whispered, grinding your hips back against his.
His mouth brushed the exposed column of your throat, alternating between small bites and open mouthed kisses. âStill get wet for me?â He asked, massaging your breast with his vibranium hand and drawing another gasp from you when he pinched your nipple. He marveled at how much he could feel with that hand and how heâd never harm you with it.
âHave you seen yourself? One look from you and Iâm soaked.â Your back arched as he bit down again. He wished he saw himself the way you did. âAnd youâre my husband. That craving for you isnât going away.â
He rocked his hips against yours, seeking out more contact and friction as his cock throbbed and heart swelled. Marriage wasnât a constant honeymoon phase. It took work. Effort. Compromise. But you were worth every moment, every struggle, every up and down.
Laughter from a few feet away had him lifting his head, both of you looking toward where the noise was coming from. âFuck,â he snarled, wanting to scream at whoever it was to go the fuck away.
âThereâs a closet around the corner. We just need to pick the lock,â you told him, smiling over your shoulder. âI may have scoped out the place in case this happened.â
He chuckled, utterly in awe of you. âI fucking love you,â he exhaled.
Walking with an aching hard-on wasnât easy, but he managed to get you both further away from the ballroom. He picked the lock with record speed once you got to the door and moved you both inside. He flipped on the light, wanting to see as much of you as he could. For a moment, you two stared at each other and waited for the other to make a move. He loved the anticipation.
âIâm disappointed in you, Mr. Barnes,â you said, reaching for the doorknob to lock it. He was about to ask what he possibly did to upset you when you smirked. âYou didnât mention anything about me not wearing any panties.â
His cock was ready to burst from his pants. âBecause that fucking clown out there interupted me,â he rumbled, pinning you against the door and crowding your body. His nose touched yours as he hiked your dress up, desperate to kiss you again. Eager to feel your wetness. âYou trust me?â
It was a question he always asked. You put all of yourself into his care, your body, mind, heart, and soul. It was only fair that he made sure you still wanted him to be the one for you today, tomorrow, and every day after that. Even then a single lifetime would never be enough for him. He wanted a thousand lives with you.
âAlways,â you said, an ache in your voice that he couldnât resist. He fused his lips with yours, building up the fire all over again when his hand found your damp heat. The most intimate part of you where you allowed him to make himself at home. Your hands shook as you went to undo his pants, wanting to free him. âAnd you trust me?â
It wasnât just his heart that contracted. His very soul trembled, wanting to wrap itself up in your light and love. âWith everything in me,â he promised, sighing when he pulled his cock free from his underwear. âIâll worship you later. Those gorgeous tits of yours. Your sweet cunt.â
Once you were home, heâd slip off your dress and give every beautiful inch of your body the attention it deserved. Heâd draw a bath for you, too, and hopefully join you so he could simply hold you. But he was desperate for you now. He thought heâd burn if he didnât have you.
You hiked a leg around him, moving your hips enticingly. There was only so much he could take. And who wouldnât fall under the tempting spell of your body? âIâm ready for you.â Your soft moan echoed in his ears as he trailed a finger along your slit to your clit, barely touching it. He knew it would shoot small sparks through your body until you begged for more. âI mean it, Barnes. Get. Your cock. In me.â
âMy needy little wife,â he whispered against your lips as he gripped the base of his cock and probed your entrance. The breathy sound you made when he began to push in had his blood pulsing in euphoria. It was a wonder he fit some days with how tight you were, but your slick heat stretched and welcomed him every time.
âMy needy husband,â you smiled as you enveloped him completely, your fingers curling in his hair.
âWhat kind of man isnât needy for his wife?â He began to thrust in deep, deliberate strokes. It matched the rhythm of the music in the distant ballroom, the two of you creating your own sultry dance. Maybe he would go up in flames. At least heâd have you to burn with. âFuck, your body was made for my cock.â
Each snap of his hips tore more moans and whimpers from your throat and sent shockwaves through his system. You clenched around him with a smile, looking like a debauched angel. âMy pussy was made for you, so ruin it.â
He groaned, his pulse beating strongly as his grip tightened on your hips. He fucked you without restraint, just as greedy for you as you were for him. Allowing himself to feel you and what you did to him was everything he was denied for so long. His life had only been order. Pain. You let him lose control. You gave him pleasure. Even a home.
I love you.
âI love you, too, Bucky,â you panted, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes closed against the emotions threatening to surface. âI love you, too.â
His pace picked up, urgent, frenzied. At this rate, he might explode into fragments from your declaration and how good you felt. âYou love me?â He bit out, his eyes opening and breaths harsh as he felt you clench again.
You cried out, his hand flying up to brace your head before it hit the door. âSo much,â you moaned as you gazed at him. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Fierce in love and loyalty, patient and steadfast. He feared some days heâd need you more than you needed him, but you drove that thought from his mind. âIâm yours.â
âIâm not gonna last,â he warned. He couldnât with the way you looked at him, the way your walls gripped him, knowing you were his.
âNeither amâŠâ Your mouth fell open as your release hit you, your fluids drenching him. It was a wonder to watch you go over the edge in a blissful orgasm. He wanted to be right there with you.
âThere you go. Good girl,â he encouraged, your body still tight around his cock. He erupted in one last thrust, his head falling back with an animalistic roar. âFuckâŠâ
Bucky braced a hand against the door, the other holding you like a lifeline. If only the two of you were at home so he could properly cuddle with you. His breathing remained ragged for a bit as he came down from his high, your breathing beginning to steady, too. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of you thoroughly ravaged and satisfied. âWorth every second of being here,â he sighed, slowly pulling out of your twitching hole. You inhaled when he moved a hand down and swiped two fingers along the mess seeping out of you. âClean them off for me, baby,â he ordered huskily, bringing them to your mouth.
Obediently, you parted your lips and allowed him to push his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your combined essence, moaning at the tangy flavor. He tucked himself away once you finished up, afraid that heâd fuck you all over again if he didnât get completely dressed. It didnât stop him from gazing longingly at you as he fixed his jacket.
And it didnât stop him from imagining your mouth around his cock the next morning.
âNow.â You grimmaced slightly as he helped you steady yourself and straighten out your dress. He knew that look. It was the look you got for a split second whenever the sticky remnants continued to trickle down your thighs. He loved having that claim on you. âHow do you expect me to go back to the gala after that?â
âI donât,â he smirked, his hands moving back to your hips as he snuck in a gentle kiss. âI think itâs time to get you home and back in our bed where you belong. I promised Iâd worship you, remember?â
You nodded, your eyes still slightly dazed. âOn one condition.â
He titled his head. âWhatâs that?â
A slow smile curved your mouth, his heart pounding and cock twitching back to life at your answer, âYou put a baby in me tonight.â
So, lovelies, was it okay? I feel rusty. And who wants a future fic of Bucky breeding you? Just me? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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Being knotted in Johnâs lap as he mumbles that heâs gonna breed you full of his babies right here in his office
(Or literally any of them bc đ« đ« )
Or your boys rubbing their faces in your neck before they go to work in the morning bc theyâll be damned if they donât go to work smelling like you
the second idea is so adorable heLLO???
SCENTING
đđ the one about how the pack!141 scents you (almost) every day
đđ pairing: packforce!141 x omega!reader đđ cw: slight smut at the end (minorsâDNI), scenting, kissing/sucking scent glands, fingering (reader!receiving), allusions to threesome at the end
it would become so routine and mundane for the five of you, something that came almost as natural to you as breathing.
the routine would begin at around 4 in the morning when john begins stirring in bed, mumbling out your name as his hands pat around the mattress and other bodies for you. once he found you (which was curled up with johnny, most of the time), heâd tug you against him, instinctively burying his face into the side of your throat and nudging your scent gland with the tip of his nose. he would lap at it, give it a bite or two, smother it in soft almost feathery kisses, anything to make your sugary sweet scent stick to his skin.
and once johnâs had his fill and gets out of bed to amble downstairs for coffee and a cigar, simonâs coming up from behind, tugging your back against his chest and holding your throat in the palm of his hand as he immediately attaches himself to your gland. heâs more primal in his movements than john is, taking long (almost lewd) drawn out sniffs from your neck as he rubs his stubbled cheeks in the smell of you. (he may or may not dip his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear, sliding through the wetness there before bringing his fingers up to lap at hungrily. but hey! at least he makes you come!)
seeing you whimpering and slack across the mattress is what makes kyle move over in bed, gathering your now jellied form into his arms and pushing your head into the crook of his neck. because kyleâs a beta, there is no scent gland for you to nuzzle into, but the smell of soap and lotion on his skin is enough to have you further relaxing in his arms, head still spinning and clit still throbbing beneath your underwear.
johnny only scoots over in the bed and cuddles up with you from behind when he notices the lack of body heat against him, making him whine sleepily and paw at the mattress until he finds you against kyle. by now, youâre drowning in the different scents covering your skin, not to mention the new scent of arousal and slick festering between your thighs. johnny finds comfort in them all, which immediately has his brain feeling dumbed and his cock twitching to attention.
if itâs not too late, johnny will let you ride him, with kyle in front of you and guiding your movements with his large hands pawing at your hips. if it is too late, then kyleâs drawing johnny out of bed with promises of a blowie in the shower
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SILKEN WEB
â chrollo lucilfer x f!reader x hisoka morow
syn: Hisokaâs âgenerosityâ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after heâs seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuckâhe has his ways, he always does.
18+ MDNI; explicit smut, porn without plot, cuckolding, voyeurism, threesome, creampie unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f & m), anal (f), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, hisoka uses bungee gum, chrollo might be pining over reader, not beta read.
word count: 2.8k
notes: divider: cafekitsune. the fruit of my late night thoughts nod nod. as per poll results, hereâs hisoka as the cuck :3
Fantasizingâa childrenâs pastime, a mere way to escape from oneâs gruelling reality but Chrollo Lucilfer would be lying to himself if he deemed he wasnât immune to it. Oh, he certainly wasnât without a doubt; the root of all his wildest dreams, and twisted carnal desires was none other than the woman beneath him, all in her serene nakednessâyou.
So breathtakingly exquisiteâthe epitome of beauty. From the lust-clouded gaze that complimented the colour of your eyes all the way to the dulcet tone of your breaths, this was sinful heaven for Chrollo. Sinful not because of the sharp pleasure kissing down his spine but simply because you werenât his, and he wasnât yours. Not lovers, not friends, mere acquaintances, and your heart was reserved for none other than a member of the Troupe he led.
But that never stopped Chrollo from fantasizing about you, about this. Ever the observant fighter, it didnât take long for Hisoka to catch the formerâs lingering stares on youâalbeit, as blank as a sheet of paperâwhenever he paraded you around. One of the biggest telling signs was that Chrollo had never uttered a word regarding your presence whenever you sat there during their meetings despite the other membersâ dismay.
Of course, once something piqued Hisokaâs curiosity, he wouldnât let go until a solid answer was handed to him on a silver platter. It was a short exchange between the two males, a few sharp retorts from Hisokaâs end but nonetheless, it led to this lewd scene. Per the magicianâs words, he gave Chrollo permission to do whatever he pleased to youâto fuck, to make love, to get lost in eye-rolling pleasure within your very walls but only if he got to watch everything unfold.
From the intimate act of undressing, and peeling of clothes all the way to a passionate climax that was sure to vex his very bones, Hisoka was to watch it all.
Faint squeaks of the bed frame paired with yours, and Chrolloâs heated gasps filled every corner of the room; his thrusts were deep, and rapid, body intimately flushed against your own which absolutely left no room for coherent words to come outâwith the way his cockhead repeatedly prodded your sweet spot, strings of broken whimpers, and low moans were the best you could muster.
Sex wasnât something you were foreign with but the ungodly rhythm of Chrolloâs hips was enough to make you feel like a virgin again begging for more, more, more, nothing but pleasure engrained inside your mind, clawing, and running after that blissful sensation.
Chrollo was different from Hisoka, he handled you with the utmost gentleness but that didnât take away the fact that he pounded you oh-so-passionately into the ivory mattress beneath. On the other hand, Hisoka was rough, and animalisticâpurely driven by his wild carnal desires.Â
Chrolloâs sweat-lined forehead rested against yours, face mere centimetres from your own as your breaths intertwined in a vulgar dance. The hearts of his palms captured your trembling hands in a firm hold, pinning them on either side of your head, and used as leverage to drive his cock deeper into your sopping cuntâas deep as his desires went for you.
He closed his eyes at the feel of your walls clenching around him, jaw tightening as electric pleasure shot up his spine, âF-fuck . .â God, you felt divine, Chrollo truly wanted to keep you to himself. He could treat you so much better than Hisokaâhave you reach new heights of pleasure youâve never experienced before.
Alas, that was out of the picture, Chrollo would have to settle for the mere intimacy of fucking you beneath these ivory covers, the same ones you, and Hisoka retire under after a long, tiring day. The duvet draped loosely across Chrolloâs back, mirroring a broken angelâs wings, and with the eager thrusts of his hips, it slowly slipped downwards. It was hot, and stuffy beneath the weight of the blanket but heâd do anything to keep the lewd intimacy from a pair of prying eyes.
Thatâs right, Hisoka sat on a chair not too far off the foot of the bed, an unamused expression plastered on his face but the growing tent between his spreaded legs hinted far from unamused.
Sure, the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls had his cock hardening but Hisoka was deprived. He clicked his tongue, the sharp sound was enough to reel Chrollo out of his pleasured state followed by a stutter in his thrusts. âIâm glad youâre having fun, Chrollo but I said to give me a show, didnât I?â What was Hisoka supposed to do with your bodies tucked beneath the covers?Â
His view was nothing but the top half of Chrolloâs naked back, and the covers moving along with the latterâs thrusts, other than that, it left everything to Hisokaâs imagination. Of course, he wasnât going to let it be, not after he generously let Chrollo fuck you like this.
With a swift flick of his index finger, the rubbery bright pink aura extended from the tip of his digit all the way to the ivory covers atop Chrolloâs naked back, attaching itself onto the fabric. A smirk crept its way up to Hisokaâs face as he pulled the covers down, exposing the way your naked bodies intimately tangled with one another.
A rather surprised gasp left your lips as the cool air hugged your fervent body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Naturally, this had also caught Chrollo off guard but didnât let on, instead, the raven haired male responded by drilling his hips at a much faster pace, pulling a string of broken moans from your throat which only fuelled the excitement embedded in Hisokaâs chest.
Light amber eyes fixated where you and Chrollo met, Hisoka intently watched as the formerâs cock disappeared, and reappeared between your coated slitânot to mention the light sheen of your essence around Chrolloâs cock, causing it to glimmer beneath the afternoon rays that seeped through the windows. Now, this was what Hisoka wanted to seeâyou, and Chrollo all in your filthy glory.
The feeling of blood rapidly rushing down to his cock, and the familiar tingle between his legs made Hisokaâs citrine gaze roll back, not to mention the growing delight on his faceâit was anything but an innocent look. Lewd, wet sounds that were once muffled beneath the ivory duvet now reached Hisokaâs ears like an unholy melody; the constant skin slapping, the mixture of high, and low moansâthe impurity of it all, your lover revelled in it.
Sounds of the redheadâs shameless pornographic moans intertwined with your own, and Chrolloâs as he teased himself through the fabric of his pants. Excitement shocked every part of his body like electricity, rendering him sensitive to anything, and everythingâit was the same sensation as the extreme bloodlust he felt whenever he thirsted for battle.
Chrollo quietly clicked his tongue, not bothering to glance back at Hisoka in annoyance. He needed to focus on you. And he did. Without compromising the pace of his hips, Chrollo hooked his fingers beneath the back of your right knee, and deftly slung your whole leg atop his shoulder. The deeper angle of his cock had your back arching, your hands scrambled for his taut biceps to claw, and dig into as he pushed you further, and further into the borders of insanity.
âC-Chrollo! Fuckâright there! Just like thatâhaah!â
He let out a low groan as your nails marked him up, leaving streaks of bright red on his skin. By the looks of it, he wasnât going to last much longer with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Nonetheless, Chrolloâs pace didnât let up despite the resistance of your walls, albeit, it had his legs quivering, and breath hitchingâgod, Hisoka was so fucking lucky to have this, to have you.
Chrollo closed his eyes, and parted his lips to make way for soft pants, he focused his entire body in chasing yours, and his pleasure, basking in the ultimate bliss his body was currently experiencing.
Yes. Yes. Yeâ
âShe likesâhaah! She likes taking it from behindângh!â The raven haired male shot his eyes open at the sound of Hisokaâs wanton voice, the concentration he once held faltering just a bit from the sudden noise.
Despite Chrolloâs better judgement, he hauled you into the position like a mere ragdoll, deftly handling your limp body with equal amounts of roughness, and gentleness. Though, your arms violently shook, and gave out as soon as Chrollo re-entered your cunt. With your torso flush against the ivory sheets, your lower half remained in positionâeasier for him to drive his cock deeper; you swore you could feel him in your throat.
The redhead let out a low chuckle, eager hands messily pulling his pants down to free his hard cock; Hisoka sighed at the lack of restraint, and threw his head back, exposing the length of his neck.Â
With the new position, Chrollo returned to the pace he had set earlier, heavy balls slapping against your clit from each hard thrust. Skin against skin burned like a searing blaze but god did it feel amazing, not to mention how it stimulated your sensitive bud in all the right ways.
Chrollo curled over himself to place wet open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine, moaning low saccharine praises in between. He pushed, and pushed into your sopping cunt until the coil deep in your stomach violently snapped. With a loud moan of his name muffled against the damp sheets, your back arched as you came around Chrolloâmuscles taut, and knuckles a shade of ivory while pleasure gnawed at your skin.
Hisoka unabashedly fisted at his cock, one hand focused on pleasuring himself while the other sunk into the plush of the armchair. He matched the pace of his hand to Chrolloâs hips, imagining that it was your cunt instead of his palm, albeit, your velvety walls absolutely compared to nothing. Oh well, heâll get a taste of you one way or another.
It didnât take long for Chrollo to follow suit, driving his hips a couple more times before completely pulling out, and blowing his entire load on your bare back. He let out a shameless moan of your nameâthe loudest one heâs let out. Thick, milky ribbons of Chrolloâs cum unceremoniously painted your skin white, and all he could do was stare at it in a haze while his chest heaved up, and down.
On the other hand, Hisoka gave himself a few more rough pumps before squeezing the base of his leaking cock, lustily letting out a hiss as the pleasure heâd worked so hard for slowly dissipated. He cursed in between rough pantsâthe hunger for a sweet release just grew tenfold after depriving himself of an orgasm.
Hisoka had something better in mind than cumming on his hand.
âI guess itâs my turn.â Strong, muscular legs slightly quivered with every step taken towards the bed, cock standing proudly against his abdomen. Chrollo only narrowed his eyes at Hisoka, clearly displeased by his sudden initiative.
The former returned a smile, âOh, donât get greedy now, Chrollo. Iâll give you two choicesââ He held out two long digits. âEither you sit, and watch or join in on the fun.â
Never in a million years would Chrollo even think to engage in a threesome with you, and Hisoka. He didnât know what bothered him more, the fact that you were the latterâs lover or the fact that he was on the same bed as Hisoka. Nonetheless, here he was balls deep inside your ass, completely unhindered by inhibitions. Hisoka cursed at the feel of your wet cunt, biting his lips at the lewd sound it made as your hot cum coated his cock.
The redhead laid flat on his back, cunt wrapped around him while you straddled his lap which left Chrollo to take care of your backside. Your body remained slumped against Hisokaâsâlimp, and quivering as if one wrong move would have you exploding to bits. Could you really blame yourself? Both men stretched you out like it was their sole purpose, it did nothing but put your body under immense pleasure.
You were sandwiched between Hisoka, and Chrollo as though mimicking a mere fly caught in a spiderâs silken web, unable to escape. And that usually meant one thing: to wait for oneâs impending doom before the ruthless arachnid strikes.
An experimental thrust of their hips had you wailing in pleasure. Having not given enough time to come down from your high, you were still too sensitiveâany form of sexual stimulation immediately had your body uncontrollably shaking, and hot tears lining your eyes. Hisoka cupped your jaw with both hands, lifting your face in front of his own before closing the distance; heated, and rough just how he liked it; the redhead didnât hesitate shoving his tongue past your lips, intimately exploring the inside of your mouth with the wet muscle.
If anything, the messy kiss was enough to distract you from the sudden rough pistoning of their hipsâHisoka gleefully swallowed your wanton moans, and relished at the burning sensation of your nails scratching down his bare chest. The bed creaked under the weight of their merciless thrusts with the headboard atop Hisokaâs head repeatedly banging the wall behind it; these sounds mixed with the lewd melody the three of you produced filled all four corners of the room.
It was funny, anyone would think that a Hisoka, and Chrollo tandem would be a match made in hell; highly volatile once paired together which would result in utter chaos but thisâthe two moved in perfect unison as though they shared one mind, one ideal. Even only if it was for this moment that they saw one another eye to eye, a wordless union to bring you to another orgasm.
A thin, translucent string of saliva connected your lips to Hisokaâs as he pulled away for a breather, hot breaths mingling with one another as you panted in eachother's face. A sense of pride bloomed across his crimson-marked chest as he watched your lust-filled eyes roll to the back of your headâHisoka always had a thing for your expressions during sex, it served as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking you.
You looked beautiful bouncing on their cocks, head falling forward while taking their entire length like a champ; the only thing you could really do was grip onto Hisokaâs shoulders, and moan for your dear life. Chrollo couldnât help but fixate on the way your ass jolted with every thrust, even just the sight of his cock disappearing, and reappearing between the globes of your ass had his head spinning.
It didnât take long for you to reach yet another orgasm, and this time, it was more intense than the previous one; hot tears ran down your damp cheeks as your body convulsed from pleasure, a drawn out moan of their names combined scratched at your throat. As though he was punched in the gut, Chrollo curled over himself as you clenched around his cock, and attached his lips on your right shoulder, biting down hard at the bare skin.
Hisoka muttered sweet nothings while stroking your hair, amusement filling his tone; you laid there drowning in pleasure while both men remained chasing their own bliss, hips stuttering. It was filthy, and soaking wet where Chrollo, and Hisoka entered you, arousal mixed with your cum messily dripping down the latterâs balls, and onto the sheets beneath.
Chrolloâs digits dug into your skin, he sheathed his cock all the way inside your ass before emptying all his cum inside; he rode out his orgasm by grinding his hips, earning a dainty gasp of his name. Chrollo violently shuddered before releasing your skin from his teeth, he lapped, and kissed at the marks, helping ease the painful sensation he left.
This left Hisoka to firmly plant his feet on the mattress, and thrust upwards which sent your body bouncing once more; short gasps turned into full blown wanton moans as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your sweet spot, bringing your body into overstimulation. Hisoka groaned loudly as the familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach returned, you could tell he was close from the way his fingers gripped your waist with such desperation.
Strings of colourful curses left your loverâs throat as he came inside you, ribbons of his thick essence filling your walls all the way to the brim âtil it leaked out, and dripped down his balls.
Heavy pants filled the room, the smell of sinful sex hung heavy in the air. The three of you remained still for a moment to catch your breaths but the short time also allowed your minds to clear of lust, and for the whole situation to actually settle inâof what the three of you just did.
Though, it was safe to say that Chrollo wasnât going to let you escape from his hold any time soonâas though he had you entangled in bands of swathing silkâespecially after finally getting a taste of you.
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âș PAIRING: kim mingyu x female reader
âș GENRE: stepbrother au, smut
âș SUMMARY: mingyu will do anything to make sure no man takes his place in his stepsisterâs life.
âș CW/TW: stepcest, yandere themes, stalking, violence, blood, manipulation, mentions of blackmail, jealousy, possessiveness, mingyu can lift reader, slight size kink, oral sex (f & m), 69, unprotected sex, riding, creampies, cockwarming
âș WC: 7.7k
NOTE: donât like donât read. as always, thank you to my oomf @wonustars for beta reading <3
If anyone were to ask you about Kim Mingyu, youâd have nothing but nice things to say.
The large, puppy-like man is the epitome of kindness and happiness. Despite his tall stature and modelesque looks, heâs pure-hearted and a little naive. Itâs why youâre so endeared with him. No one in this world is more lovable than your foolishly kind stepbrother.
âAre you gonna need a ride today?â
You look up to see Mingyu leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a small smile on his face. Your heart jumps, still not fully used to how handsome he is. The loud thrum of your heart is easily ignored when you remind yourself that you canât do anything except acknowledge your stepbrotherâs good looks. In another world, youâd definitely allow yourself to have a crush on him, maybe even flirt with him a little.
âNo,â you say as you unplug your phone from the charger. âMinghao is picking me up.â
Because youâre busy making sure you have all your things, you miss the look that crosses Mingyuâs face.
âOh. I didnât know you guys were talking again.â
Part of you feels a little embarrassed. Mingyu is very much aware of how things ended between you and Minghao. After all, itâs his broad shoulder you cried on after everything was said and done.
âItâs not like that,â you insist, feeling your face get hot from how intense his stare is. âWeâre just friends now.â
Mingyu frowns but doesnât say anything. Itâs times like these youâre grateful that heâs such a nice guy. Anyone else wouldâve pointed out that you and Minghao were never actually friends. You two just fucked around until he got sick of you. It was devastating for you in the worst way, but since he reached out to you under the pretense of wanting to be friends, you couldnât say no. The last thing you want is to let him know how much he hurt you.
âOkay. Well if you need a ride later just text me.â
Youâre grateful that Mingyu isnât judgmental like you know the rest of your friends are going to be when they inevitably find out.
When youâre done with your last class of the day, you text Minghao to let him know youâre ready for him to come get you. A sickening feeling coils in the pit of your stomach when ten minutes go by without a response from him. You bite your lip as you contemplate sending him another text. Double texting wouldnât be a problem if it wasnât Minghao. Given the way you two left things, you donât want to seem desperate. (Although youâre pretty sure itâs a little late for that.)
When another five minutes go by, youâre sure youâve been stood up. Youâre so angry that you feel like crying. The entire situation is so humiliating. To think that you thought giving him a second chance was a good idea. You feel so stupid, and you know that thereâs no way you can ever tell anyone about what happened.
Well, there is one person.Â
As soon as you call your stepbrother, he drops everything heâs doing to come get you. Because itâs Mingyu, you donât feel as stupid and embarrassed when you get into his car. Not even when you start to ramble on about what an asshole Minghao is. Mingyu listens attentively, offering supportive comments here and there. Thereâs no judgment or pity when he talks, either. Just empathy that gives you enough comfort to make you feel like youâve finally made it back to your safe place.
âDonât even think about him,â Mingyu says as he grabs your hand. He brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before letting go. âHe doesnât deserve you or your anger.â
His words make you smile and feel warm inside. Aside from feeling a little embarrassed, youâre okay. Especially because your stepbrother makes it his mission to make sure you feel better.
You spend the rest of the day with Mingyu, and itâs not long before you completely forget about Minghao.
âI used to like you, you know.â
You choke on your drink, eyes going wide as you splutter embarrassingly. âWhat? Seokminâ!â
âI donât any more!â He reassures you, looking around with slight panic. âAnd keep your voice down! I donât need your guard dog acting up if any rumors start.â
Youâre still too shocked by his confession to question who heâs talking about. You messily wipe your mouth and focus on getting Seokmin to explain because what he said doesnât make any sense. Especially because of how things went down after you drunkenly admitted to liking him back freshman year.
âWhen was this?â
Seokmin looks ashamed. âA little after we met.â
Thereâs no way.
âYouâre fucking sick. When I confessed to you that year, you friendzoned me.â
Seokmin has the decency to look sheepish and guilty. âIt was a dick move, I admit it. But itâs not my fault!â
You raise a disbelieving eyebrow at him.
âYour stepbrother had made it clear that you were off limits, okay? I wasnât about to cross him.â
You stare at him, dumbfounded. âLiterally, what are you talking about?â
Seokmin blushes and looks around again. Youâd laugh if his behavior wasnât so odd. Youâre not sure why heâs acting like heâs scared of something or someone, but you canïżœïżœïżœt focus on that too much. His bizarre story is throwing you off.
âMingyu has always been very protective of you, and heâs actually really fucking scary when he wants to be.â
Silence.Â
You two stare at each other until you burst out laughing. Thatâs all you can do because thereâs no way your friend is being serious.
âHey!â Seokmin slaps your arm to calm you down. âIâm being serious!â
âMingyu? Kim Mingyu?â You say between breaths. âYour best friendâmy stepbrother?â
âYes, lovely Kim Mingyu who wouldnât hurt a fly!â Seokmin scowls as you keep laughing.
Of all the reasons Seokmin could come up with for rejecting you while allegedly having feelings for you, you didnât think heâd use your stepbrother. It was such a cheap cop-out. Mingyu has never cared about your unexciting love life. Heâs always encouraged you to have fun and find a guy who deserves you.Â
Thereâs no way what Seokminâs implying is true. Even if it was, youâre sure heâs exaggerating. Your goofy stepbrother doesnât have one mean, intimidating bone in his body.Â
âOkay,â you wheeze. âLetâs say I believe you, which I donât. What exactly did Mingyu say for you to reject me?â
Seokmin blinks and hesitates. Maybe itâs better if you donât know all the details. âHe just⊠advised me to not play with your feelings if I wasnât ready for a relationship.â
You roll your eyes. Instead of bringing up the fact that he freely dated around after turning down your confession, you choose to steer the conversation in a different direction. Thereâs no need to keep rubbing salt in an old wound, anyway.
âWhatever. Youâre still sick,â you say. âAnyway, are you still going to Chanâs on Friday?â
âAre you?â Seokmin counters. âMinghao will be there.â
Your lip curls up in disgust. âLike Iâm going to let that asshole stop me from having fun.â
âTrue. And actually, he might not even go. I think heâs still recovering.â
âRecovering? What do you mean?â
âYou donât know? Minghao got into a fight last week! He wonât say with who, but he got fucking wrecked.â
Youâre shocked into silence. A fight? Itâs pretty hard to believe since Minghao is a pretty passive guy. He rarely gets angry or upset.Â
So many things are going through your mind at once that you canât get any of your thoughts straight. Had it happened the day he stood you up? If it did, why didnât he say anything?
âPoor guy looks like shit. I doubt heâll be going anywhere for a while.â
You frown. Sure, Minghao isnât your favorite person in the world, but that doesnât mean you would wish something like that on him. You know you shouldnât be worried about him, but part of you still is.Â
âOh my god,â you mumble with a frown, not really knowing what to say. âPoor him.â
âPoor who?â
Your head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. A smile lights up your face when you see your stepbrother approaching the table.Â
âMinghao,â Seokmin says as his best friend sits beside you. âRemember I told you someone beat his ass?â
âOh, yeah,â Mingyu says with a frown as he slings his beefy arm over your shoulders. âPoor guy. I hope he gets better soon.â
You lean into your stepbrother, chest warming at the worried frown on Mingyuâs face. His kind heart is so admirable. Despite Minghao being a certified piece of shit, he still has the empathy to feel bad for the guy. It reminds you of how Mingyu is someone whoâs a way better person than you, and you canât resent him for it.
âDonât worry, love. Minghao will be okay.â Mingyu says as he squeezes you into his side.
Like always, your stepbrother knows what youâre feeling without you telling him. Itâs hard to stop the affection you feel from deepening when he always makes sure to comfort you first. His thumb gently caresses your shoulder absentmindedly as he and Seokmin start to talk about their statistics class. Just knowing your stepbrother is so understanding of your complicated feelings makes you feel so much better, and itâs not long before the topic of what happened to Minghao is long forgotten.
Mingyu will never forget the first time he saw you.
It was at one of Seungcheolâs notorious frat parties. Back then, he hadnât been too into the party scene. Honestly, heâd gone out of pressure and boredom more than anything. One day heâll have to thank his older friend for being the reason he saw you.
Unlike Mingyu, you were letting loose and having fun. He canât forget how beautiful you looked while taking shots and laughing without a care in the world. Something inside him switched that night, and instead of being scared of the unfamiliar feeling, Mingyu quickly embraced it.
The feeling pushed him into watching you all night. To this day, Seungcheol thinks his friend had as much fun as everyone else. Which he had, just a different kind of fun.
At the end of the night, Mingyu secretly followed you as you stumbled your way back to your dorm. Itâs not like you went home alone, but he had to make sure you were safe. (He also was curious to know if you lived on or off campus.)
Finding out your schedule wasnât hard. As an attractive man, itâs always been easy for Mingyu to get what he wants. One charming smile and a little harmless flirting had him securing a paper with all your classes on it within minutes. Everything was too easy after that, and Mingyu couldnât feel anything like guilt or shame as he went to go find you.
For weeks, he watched you from afar. Despite knowing he was most peopleâs type, Mingyu was still nervous about talking to you. He wanted everything to be perfect. Setting up a meet-cute was hard work, which meant calculating the time and place took a tremendous amount of effort. Honestly, he did start to get a little impatient when watching you no longer felt like enough for him. Mingyu was itching to know you and everything about you. To have you all for himself.
Luckily for him, swooping in when you almost got hit by a football was the perfect opportunity to worm his way into your life. Mingyu played the perfect part of a knight in shining armor, one that was undeniably kind and empathetic. Exactly what you wanted.
Mingyu still fantasizes about the way you looked at him that day. The lidded gaze you directed at him and the way you bit your lip was tantalizing in the sweetest way. It was easy for you to become friends after that.
There was an unexpected roadblock a month later when his mom told him she was marrying the man of her dreams. Itâs both devastating and thrilling for him to find out that man is your father. Youâll be closer to him than ever, but now thereâs this forbidden aspect that wedges itself between the attraction between you two.
Despite this, you two grow closer. All of your interests and hobbies line up almost perfectly, and the fixation Mingyu has on you steadily grows, slowly morphing into an undeniable obsession. Luckily for him, the new role he has in your life allows him to ward off any vultures that are lurking around you.
The loser in your calculus class was the easiest to get rid of. Once Mingyu caught him staring at you at a party, approaching him and telling him to stop staring at you like a fucking creep was enough for the guy to never look at you again. Then, there was your scummy coworker. Mingyu had to politely remind him that it wouldnât be a good idea to keep bothering you unless he wanted his parents to find out he had dropped out of college and spent all of his financial aid partying.
Then there was his dear friend, Lee Seokmin.
âY/N is single right?â
Mingyu looks up from his phone, jaw tightening as he fixes his dark stare on Seokmin. His friend is oblivious to the dangerous territory heâs venturing into, and thereâs a moment where Mingyu contemplates whether or not to disregard the many years of friendship they have to impulsively act on his dark thoughts.
âYeah,â Mingyuâs tone is clipped.
Seokmin hums thoughtfully. âDo you think sheâd say yes if I asked her out?â
âI donât think so,â Mingyu says through gritted teeth, still trying to be somewhat nice. âYouâre not good at commitment, and thatâs what sheâs looking for.â
His best friend doesnât seem to care for the advice heâs getting. âI can do whatever for someone I actually like.â
âYou really like her?â
Either Seokmin doesnât hear the venom in his friendâs voice, or he doesnât care. Mingyuâs not sure which pisses him off more.
âYeah,â Seokmin replies. âSheâs smart and pretty. Exactly my type.â
Seokmin flinches when Mingyu slams his fist on the table. A dark look he never thought his friend was even capable of making is being directed at him, and he suddenly feels like heâs unknowingly walked into the lionâs den.
âDonât you even think about going near her.â Mingyu spits, not caring that he sounds like an asshole. âIâll cut your dick off if I find out you even hint at wanting anything more than a friendship with her.â
Seokmin laughs weakly. âYouâre not seriousââ
âTest me and find out.â
Mingyu smiles, but itâs a chilling smile. One that has Seokmin spluttering out an agreement before he realizes it.
After that, Mingyu knew he had to make sure everyone knew you were off limits.
The only dumbass that didnât take Mingyuâs warnings seriously was Xu Minghao. The idiot had the audacity to laugh in his face when Mingyu suggested he find someone else to fuck around with. Unfortunately, Minghao didnât have any dirt on himânot any that was serious enough for Mingyu to use as blackmail, anyway.
And so, Mingyu was forced to back offâfor the time being.
His promiscuous ex had always been so eager to please that she didnât hesitate to give in to Mingyuâs request to seduce and ensnare Minghao. It left you heartbroken and ready to receive your stepbrotherâs comfort. Everything slowly went back to the way it was supposed to be. You were more dependent on Mingyu than ever, which made it easy for him to slowly erase that asshole from your life.
Until he finds out that scumbag was worming his way back into your life.Â
Instead of attending his first class, Mingyu has his ex lure Minghao to her apartment building where he puts an end to that idiot once and for all.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â Minghao groans and he coughs up a bit of blood.
Mingyu slams him into the wall, wounded hands moving to squeeze his throat and cut his words. âI warned you a long time ago to stay away from Y/N. This is the last time Iâm going to tell you.â
When he does let go of Minghao, the idiot stops Mingyu from walking away. Even through large intakes of breath and spluttered coughs, he manages to piss Mingyu off some more. âYou think Y/N will forgive you when she finds out what you did to me?â
Mingyu spins on his heels before landing a hard punch on Minghaoâs nose. The loud crack echoes in the air, and it sounds almost dull compared to the yell that idiot lets out. Blood pours from his nose immediately, and it slips through the cracks of his fingers as he holds it in pain.
âYou think sheâll believe you over me?â Mingyuâs laugh is dark and cruel. âY/N knows I would never hurt anyone. Not even a piece of shit like you.â
Minghaoâs heart rate spikes when he sees the way Mingyu smiles at him. A chill goes down his spine when he realizes just how depraved the man in front of him is. So for once, he does the smart thing and decides to cut off all contact with you. It pains him to stand you up and ghost you, but no pussy is worth this. Not even yours.
Mingyu sees you before you see him. Youâre sitting at one of the many tables in the refectory, but you arenât alone. Some guy is talking to you, grinning from ear to ear like some disgusting creep. Immediately, he recognizes the starry-eyed look in his gaze. A lot of guys get that same look when they see you. Even if you donât notice it, Mingyu always does.
âHey, man.â The stranger has the fucking audacity to smile at Mingyu as he sits across from you.
As much as Mingyu would like to tell the creep to fuck off, he canât. Not while youâre around, at least. âHey.â
âIâll see you in class,â the guy says with an unattractive smile as he slowly stands.Â
Mingyu feels like throwing up when you actually smile back.
âBye.â You wave with a cute laugh.
The guy finally leaves, and it takes everything in Mingyu to behave normally. Dark thoughts loom in his head, ones that involve taking care of that idiot like he did to your ex situationship. He forces his depraved thoughts to the back of his mind to focus his attention on you.
âWho was that?â He wonders casually like heâs not losing his mind.
âThatâs Josh. Heâs in my communications class.â You say indifferently.
âDid he ask you out?â Mingyu wonders, trying to make the lilt in his voice sound teasing. And like the very thought isnât killing him inside.
âYeah,â you say. âHe wants to hang out after my last class.â
Mingyuâs stomach turns. He smiles at you, so pained that youâre being so casual about some loser hitting on you. Especially in front of him. Heâll have to find out more about that asshole later and figure out exactly how heâs going to get rid of him, but right now thereâs a more pressing matter.
âAnd?â
You give him a funny look. âAnd I told him no. Weâre hanging out tonight, remember?â
âOh, yeah.â
Itâs a relief, and Mingyu hopes it doesnât show on his face.
An unsavory feeling settles in Mingyuâs chest after that day. You slowly start to mention Josh more and more without knowing how insane it makes your stepbrother feel. Itâs all so maddening because this Josh character is actually close to being a perfect guy. Heâs been in a few relationships that have all ended up on good terms, and he doesnât have any questionable behaviors. Mingyu almost considers fabricating something so he can get the loser away from you.
Itâs not until a random Friday night that Mingyu decides heâs finally had enough. You were supposed to have been home hours ago, and youâre barely getting here. Accompanied by dumbass Josh, no less. He almost feels like throwing up as he watches you from the security camera. Mingyu clenches his jaw as anger seeps into his bones and clouds his mind.
Something inside him snaps, and he decides right then and there that you canât keep doing this to him, and he canât keep torturing himself like he has been.
âI had fun with you,â Joshua says sweetly.
Mingyu almost smashes his phone when you give him a hug and respond in a dulcet tone. âMe too.â
When he sees you waving at Josh with both of your hands in the cute way you always do, heâs quick to lock his phone and go downstairs to intercept you.Â
Itâs quiet when you enter the house. You didnât see your stepmomâs car or your dadâs in the driveway so you know they arenât home. Since itâs so quiet, you wonder if Mingyu is asleep or something.
âWhere have you been?â
You jump with a quiet yelp, not expecting your stepbrother to be waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Thereâs a look in his eyes that youâve never seen before, and he almost looks threatening.
âUm,â you stutter, not sure what to make of the shift in his demeanor. âI was withââ
âWith who?â
Dark eyes examine your face, demanding answers. Mingyu stalks toward you until he has you pressed against the front door. His large hands cage you against it as he leans close to your face.
âTell me. I want to know why youâre so late when you promised me youâd be home sooner.â
You stare at him with wide eyes. âWhat? Gyuââ
âLet me guess,â he hums, sounding completely depraved. âYou were with Josh.â
You swallow nervously, wondering why he sounds jealous. The thought sends a jolt of thrill down your spine. âYeah. He just wantedââ
âWanted what?â Mingyuâs glaring eyes get more intense. âTo fuck you?â
Youâre completely floored. That was the last thing you expected your sweet stepbrother to say, and for some reason it makes you feel dizzy in a thrilling way. You lick your lips, feeling your skin get hot as anxiousness mixes in with arousal. Itâs been too long since you had sex, which is why you started to get wet from Mingyuâs uncharacteristic behavior.Â
âN-No.â You say somewhat firmly. âWeâre just friends.â
âThen why was he touching you?â He growls as one of the hands braced on the door moves to your neck.
Your cunt throbs at the action, and you feel like your mind is swimming from the sudden turn of events.
âIt was a quick hug,â you say as he lightly squeezes your throat. âSomething between friends.â
Mingyu raises an eyebrow, seemingly unbelieving of your words. More slick pools in your panties as the dark gaze stays locked in your face. You try not to make squeezing your thighs together obvious, but you havenât felt so turned on in a long time.
âYouâre sure?â Mingyuâs voice sounds entirely different as he squeezes your neck again.
âYes,â you easily say. Deciding to act on instinct, you slowly smooth your hands over his chest and look at him through your eyelashes. âPromise, Gyu-Gyu.â
As always, heâs putty in your hands as soon as he hears that cute little nickname you gave him. Mingyu lets out a shaky breath as you go to cup his face. His eyes fall shut, and he lets himself lean on you and sandwich you between his body against the door. Your thumbs gently, caress his cheeks as you work to placate him. He loves every second of it, and just being pressed up against you has his cock twitching in his pants.
Fuck it.
Mingyu opens his eyes, pupils blown wide. âIâll let it go this time, baby girl, but I better not catch him or any other guy touching whatâs mine.â
He sounds completely insane and feral, but that only makes you want him more. Itâs almost like youâre in a trace as you lock your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. The heat in his eyes makes you feel like a goddess, and you wonder if itâs always been there.
âSay it,â Mingyu demands as his hands trail down your body to squeeze your ass. âTell me you wonât let any asshole touch you ever again.â
You whine in your throat. âI wonât let anyone else touch me. I promise.â
Mingyu grins, little fangs poking out like the cat who ate the canary. âGood girl.â
With that, he easily lifts you and locks your legs around his hips. For a moment, his pretty eyes search yours as if heâs trying to search for any sign of hesitation. He seems satisfied with what he sees, and in the next second his lips catch yours in a wet, heated kiss.
You mewl into his mouth as you grind down on his very large bulge. It all feels so good, and you groan when Mingyu eases his tongue into your mouth. Thereâs a desperation behind his movements that make you more horny than you already are.
Everything else happens in a blur, and before you realize it, you end up sprawled out on Mingyuâs bed. He handles you with care, but thereâs also a roughness to his movements. It makes you gush because thatâs exactly what you like.
âNaughty baby. Gonna have to teach you a lesson.â
Thereâs that switch again, and it makes you squirm. You squish your thighs together, both anticipating and dreading whatâs in store for you. Mingyu seems like a feral animal, one thatâs close to acting on primal instincts only. The thought excites you.
âWhy?â You pout, wondering how you can get him to just fuck you. âIâve been a good girl.â
Youâre such a little minx, and Mingyu has to turn away so you donât see the fond smile that forms on his face. As usual, youâre too cute for your own good. Itâs always so disarming, but all Mingyu has to do is remember what led to this for him to get himself back on track.
âDonât be a brat,â he warns as he takes his shirt off.
Mingyuâs cock twitches when your pout accentuates. You still nod obediently, though. He kicks off his pants until heâs left in only his underwear. The way you hungrily eye his body (especially his large bulge) makes him feel like heâs in the clouds. All his plotting and waiting was really worth it.
âShow me your panties.â
You whimper quietly, not believing how filthy your stepbrother is. It makes you that much more eager to give him what he wants.
Slowly, you discard your jeans and spread your legs to show Mingyu how wet you are. His eyes are dark dark dark when he sees the material is almost see-through.
âFuck,â he moans as he palms his throbbing cock. âTake them off.â
The fabric slips down your legs and dangles from your fingertips in the next second. Mingyu snatches them from your hands and presses the soiled fabric to his nose. His eyes stay on your pretty pussy as he carefully places your panties on his nightstand
âFor later,â he clarifies with a filthy smirk.
You curse under your breath as more arousal drips out of you.
âYou like that, baby girl?â Mingyu coos as his eyes stay on your dripping pussy. âLike that your stepbrother is going to use your cute little panties to jerk off?â
âYes,â you admit through a whine. âFuck, Gyu. Iâm so wet right now.â
âI know,â his eyes flicker up to your face for a second. âBut I still have to teach you a lesson.â
You pout at him again. âEven though I promised you already?â
His laugh is dark. âHave to make sure you keep it.â
âIâll be good, I swear. Please, Gyu-Gyu?â You bat your eyelashes at him, and any resolve he has just breaks.
Mingyu slips out of his underwear, and he smirks when you gasp at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. Itâs so hard and leaking with so much precum. Youâre eying it so hungrily that he decides to get the upper hand once again.
âIâll give you what you want, baby. Just play with my cock first.â
âReally?â You ask eagerly, as Mingyu starts to stroke his huge cock.
âYeah. Use that pretty little mouth on me, and Iâll give you anything you want.â
You jump to your knees in excitement. âOkay!â
âYou want to gag on your stepbrotherâs cock that bad?â Mingyu laughs as you eagerly nod and crawl toward him. âWhat a slut.â
âCanât help it,â you say as you push on his shoulder to get him to lay back. âWant your pretty cock in my mouth.â
âFuck,â Mingyu hisses as he leans against his pillows. His cock throbs at the fact that youâre making every one of his fantasies come true.
You press a gentle kiss to the tip, lovely eyes staring at Mingyu. A string of precum sticks to your lips, and youâre quick to lick it off with a salacious moan. You start to kitten lick his fat tip until his cock steadily leaks with sticky blobs of precum. The mewls and moans your stepbrother lets out only make you that much more eager to please. Heâs really too hot for his own good.
With a grin, you wrap your lips around the head and slowly take him into your mouth. Slowly, you force the girthy organ down your throat. Your eyes start to glaze over, already addicted to the thick cock in your mouth. Mingyu thrusts his hips forward, sinking another inch into your hot mouth. The fat tip teases the back of your throat, making you gag on his dick. A loud moan tears from his throat when you take it like a good girl before pulling off with a wet cough.
âMessy girl,â Mingyu says with a groan.
You moan and start to lap at his cock again. Your tongue teases around his tip, and you canât stop your thighs from clenching together. The arousal is practically leaking from your pussy, wetting your thighs obscenely.
âAw, baby girl. Look at how fucking horny you are,â Mingyu coos. âBet that little cuntâs soaked. Canât wait to taste it. Gonna eat you out for hours after this.â
âWhy not now?â You pout against his dick. âI suck dick better when I get eaten out.â
Mingyu tries not to blow his load at your filthy words. âYeah? Want me to lick your little clit over and over and then suck it in my mouth until youâre begging to cum?â
Once again, Mingyu is putty in your hands when you blink up at him with your cute pout and tell him thatâs exactly what you want.
And so, within seconds youâre laying on Mingyuâs hard abs, suckling on the head of his cock as you wiggle your ass, teasing Mingyu with your pussy. He groans, savoring the sight of your pretty pussy hovering over his face. Deciding that he deserves this treat more than anyone, he finally takes what youâre so willingly giving him.
You cry out when Mingyu licks across your swollen clit. He grabs your ass and spreads you open so he can lick into your pussy easier. Eagerly, he starts to lap up all the arousal from your drippy pussy. He loses himself in your taste, fucking his tongue deeper into your clenching hole. Youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted, and heâll be damned if he ever lets anyone else drink from his sweet oasis.
âMingyu,â you slobber against his cock, grinding your cunt into his eager mouth. âFuck. Your mouth feels so good.â
Mingyu groans as you start to suckle on the head of his cock before you fully sink your mouth on it again. Your hot little mouth works his cock, giving him the best head heâs ever gotten. Youâre so messy and eager, kissing and licking all over his cock. The way youâre getting him all wet and messy almost makes him feel like youâre prepping him for your cunt. That turns him on more and has his muscular thighs clenching with restraint.Â
Your stepbrother moans into your cunt as you suck his dick. The vibrations run through your fluttering walls as his tongue fucks deeper into your hole. Pleasure consumes you as Mingyu continues to slide his tongue in and out of your soaking pussy with a filthy schlick sound. All the sweet sounds youâre letting out are slightly muffled by Mingyuâs cock, and he loves every second of it.
Mingyu sucks your pulsing clit into his mouth, making you whine around his cock and grind harder on his tongue. Your orgasm abruptly hits, and your cries of pleasure are gagged by Mingyu shooting his cum down your throat. You continue to suck eagerly as you rub your messy pussy all over your stepbrotherâs face.
You pull off Mingyuâs big cock after you swallow all his cum, mewling in pleasure when he starts to press soft kisses on your pretty pussy. God, heâs unreal.
âSweetest little pussy ever,â he moans reverently, not ready to separate from the heaven between your legs.
Your face gets hot, pussy clenching at his praise. The fact that someone as hot as Mingyu is so into you feels surreal, and it makes you more eager to get his big cock inside you.
Mingyu apparently thinks the same thing because heâs quick to lay you on the bed and get on top of you. His dark eyes drink in your naked body, licking his lips like he didnât just finish eating you up.Â
âYou have no idea what you do to me.â
And you really donât.
âMingyu,â you whimper desperately when he starts to rub his dripping cock across your sensitive cunt.Â
The sticky tip of his cock catches on your leaking hole and you moan loudly. God, youâve never wanted anyone to fuck you so badly. Heâs so hot, and you know heâs going to send you into another world of pleasure.
âFuck, Gyu. Need you to fuck me. Please. I need it so bad,â you beg against his mouth as you start to kiss him repeatedly.
âYeah?â He grins, blush spreading across his face at the affection youâre giving him. âNeed your stepbrother to stuff you full of cock?â
âYes.â You whimper shamelessly. âI need you to stuff my little pussy full. Want you to breed me.â
The groan he lets out is feral, and Mingyu buries his face in your neck so you wonât see the depravity your words cause. He kisses and nips at your neck as he grinds his cock on your messy pussy.
âPlease, Gyu-Gyu.â
âFuck. Youâre so hot, baby girl,â Mingyu groans as he slips the head of his cock inside your needy hole.Â
He pulls back to watch your face as he slowly sinks into your pussy. Youâre so overwhelmed with arousal, and itâs evident. It makes the feral beast inside Mingyu yearn for more.
âIâm gonna ruin you for everyone else, baby. Gonna make sure the only cock you want is mine.â
With that, he bottoms out with a loud moan as you whine loudly. Your pupils are blown wide as your nails scratch against his broad chest. It turns you on to feel and see how big he is. Heâs completely enveloping you in the best way. All that fills your mind is your stepbrother and his big cock.
âSo fucking tight,â he hisses as he rolls his hips and fucks his cock deeper into your pulsing heat.
You wrap your legs around his waist to get him as deep as possible. Moans spill from your mouth as your hands smooth up his muscular chest and clasp around his neck. No oneâs ever been so deep inside you, and you love it.
âFuck me, Gyu.â You mewl, brain fuzzy from the stretch his dick provides. âWant you to fuck me dumb.â
âShit,â Mingyu grunts with dark eyes. âMy slutty baby wants her pussy creamed so fucking bad, huh?â
âWant it so bad, babe.â You whimper as you buck your hips.
Mingyu snaps when he hears the little pet name. Immediately, he starts to slam into your squelching cunt over and over again. You cry out loudly as juices leak from your stuffed hole. It takes him no time to find your g-spot, and he angles his cock to hit it every time he snaps his hips.
âFu-Fuck, Gyu.â You whimper as you tug him closer to ghost your lips across his. âGonna cum again. Gonna cum all over your big cock.â
âDo it, baby. God. Need to feel you cream on me,â he groans.Â
You move your hips to meet his thrusts, eager to gush all over his dick and give him what he wants. Mingyu goes to kiss you deeply, moaning in satisfaction when your pulsing pussy clamps down on him again. His mind is swimming with pleasure as you cry out for him.
Mingyuâs heavy balls slap against your ass as he fucks deeper into your wet hole. Youâre gushing so much that he knows you wonât be able to stop at just one orgasm. Which is exactly what he wants. He needs you addicted to his cock so you donât ever consider going to someone else. Even if you do, heâll get rid of them. Now that youâve given him a taste, heâs going to make sure no one else has the chance to.
âGod, Mingyu.â You whimper, toes curling in pleasure. âJust want you to keep me stuffed with your fat cock all night.â
Mingyu groans and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. Heâll give you anything you want. âDonât worry, baby. Thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do. Gonna breed you all night.â
Your stepbrotherâs promise pushes you over the edge. Those filthy words make your legs tighten around him as your pussy clamps down on his dick. You moan out Mingyuâs name loudly as you cover his cock with your orgasm. Your legs tremble as you keep getting fucked through your mind-numbing pleasure.
âThatâs it, baby. Cum all over your stepbrotherâs cock. Fuck. So good for me.â
Mingyuâs thrusts get rougher as he pistons his cock deeper into your pulsing cunt. Thereâs no hotter sight than you cumming all over his cock. The pretty face you make is something that heâll never forget, and thatâs all he needs to reach his own climax. Mingyu buries his cock to the hilt and spills all his hot, sticky cum inside you with a loud moan of your name. He keeps fucking his cock into your hot cunt, stuffing it full of cum.Â
âTake it like a good girl,â he pants, eyes shut tightly as he keeps fucking his aching cock inside you. âTake every fucking drop, baby girl.â
You move your hands to cling to his hair, grinding your sloppy pussy to get his cum deeper inside. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he creams your pussy.
âGyu,â you whimper. âYou came so muchâfuck. Feels so hot inside.â
Mingyu groans as he buries his face in your neck, cock pulsing at your words. âShit, baby. Making me want to fuck you all over again.â
You hum, deciding that you wonât be leaving his bed anytime soon. âItâs my turn.â
Mingyu grunts in surprise when you push him off and make him lean against the headboard. Immediately, you go to straddle him before smashing your lips together. He hungrily kisses you back, big hands gripping your ass to grind your messy cunt onto his hot cock.Â
âSo hot,â you gasp in between kisses. âYouâre so fucking hot."
Mingyu giggles into your mouth. âYeah?â
You hum in confirmation as you suck on his tongue. Again, you tangle one of your hands in his hair and pull his head back so you can kiss him deeper. The kiss you share is nasty, and it just makes you needy for him all over again.
You pull away and grab his cock. Mingyu bites his lip as you slowly sink down on it. He slumps back against the headboard, giving you time to adjust to the stretch of his thick cock. Your stepbrother smooths his thumbs across your hard nipples, smirking when you clench down on him.
âGod, youâre fucking pretty,â Mingyu growls as he punches your nipples. âMy pretty baby.â
âMingyu,â you sigh as your eyelashes flutter in pleasure.
You grind down on him, hips swivelling to fuck him just right. It doesnât take long for him to become a mess under you. You smirk and start to bounce on him, loving how heâs practically writhing with pleasure.Â
âI just wanna be inside you all the time,â he tugs on the sensitive buds until youâre arching into the motion.Â
You duck your head down to sloppily kiss Mingyu again when thereâs a knock on the door. Even to your surprise, you donât stop your movements. It feels too good. You pull away, wondering when your parents came back home and how you didnât hear them. Your pussy gets tighter, and Mingyu bites his bottom lip as he grabs your hips to keep you from moving.
âMingyu? Are you still awake?â His mom calls through the door.Â
At that moment, you two make a decision. A nasty, filthy one. Mingyu maintains eye contact with you and slowly fucks his cock up into your sloppy pussy.Â
âYeah. Do you need something?â
Your eyes roll back, cunt spasming around Mingyuâs dick. The lewd switching coming from your pussy seems louder now, but you donât think to stop your stepbrother from bullying his cock in and out of your hole.Â
âHave you seen Y/N? Sheâs not in her room.â
âSheâs in here. We were watching a movie and she fell asleep,â Mingyuâs voice is smooth and even. It makes you start to bounce on him again. âIâll take her to her room in a second.â
Your stepbrotherâs dark eyes never leave yours as he starts to whisper. âYou like that we might get caught?â
You nod again, barely able to hold back your moans.
âOkay good. I was worried since itâs getting late.â
Mingyu grinds his cock deep in your cunt and moves his thumb down to rub your clit roughly. Youâre so wet that even with Mingyu's slow, deep thrusts, your pussy is squelching with every movement.Â
âDirty little slut. Imagine if she had opened the door,â Mingyu holds back a groan as your hot cunt clamps down on him again. âShe wouldâve seen how much you love your stepbrotherâs cock.â
You bounce a little harder on his dick when you hear his filthy words. His thumb continues to flick and rub at your swollen clit. Your head tips back as your pussy gushes around his cock when your orgasm hits out of nowhere.Â
Mingyu watches your throbbing pussy clamp down on him as he slowly thrusts into you. You feel his hands squeeze your hips hard enough to bruise. His slow thrusts are prolonging your orgasm, walls fluttering constantly around his dick. Mingyuâs thumb is still rubbing your clit, overstimulation making the muscles in your thighs jump.Â
âGod, baby.â Mingyu groans. âSo fucking dirty, cumming all over my cock like that. Did thinking we were gonna get caught turn you on that much?â
âYeah,â you mewl, too turned on to feel embarrassed.
Your thighs shake with the force of your second orgasm, pussy trying to milk Mingyuâs cock for more cum.
âYouâre so nasty, baby girl.â Mingyu moans, raising to suck on your nipples. He smirks when your pulsing pussy clamps down on him again.
âMy dirty little slut. Fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
He bites down on your nipple as he pumps his hips into your soaked cunt. You moan as his hot cum fills your greedy pussy, walls fluttering and urging him to spill more inside of you. Mingyu fucks it deeper into you until all you can do is whimper and mewl like the fucked out slut he turned you into.
After a few minutes, he relaxes back into the bed, pulling you down to lay on him. You close your eyes, completely sated and full. As you go to move, Mingyu holds you still before his cock can slip out of you.
âStay where you are,â his voice is commanding. âWant to keep you plugged up.â
You shiver and relax against him. âOkay.â
Soon enough, your breathing evens out and you fall asleep. Mingyu places a gentle kiss on your hair, loving that youâve fallen asleep with his cock and cum still inside you. He closes his eyes and squeezes you against him like heâs afraid you might disappear.
It took a long time to get here, but it was all worth it
From suggesting to his stepdad that you moving back home would be a good idea to making sure his mom did the same. That made it easier to listen in on the many calls you had with your friends and find out everything about your ideal man. It helped him mold himself into everything you wanted, which wasnât too hard because Mingyu swears you were describing him.
Going into your room when you were out of the house also lets him know more about you. All of your interests and hobbies are there for him to learn and master. It also made it easier for him to get you gifts.
And finally, constantly borrowing your laptop to find out what type of porn you liked. It was all good stuff, things that he knew he was good at. Obviously, you liked to be degraded a little, but also worshipped. Mingyu licks his lips as he thinks about all the things heâs going to recreate with you. His cock throbs inside your warm pussy just thinking about it.
Everything is perfect, and Mingyu will do anything to keep it this way. Heâll continue to drive away any threats from your life because heâs the only one who can have you.
And if a day ever comes when you no longer want him, heâll make sure no one else can have you either.
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