#you could call me a jack of no trades master of none

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horror being very specific with table manners and he berates people (dust and killer) for eating like fucking pigs

i think it'd be morbidly funny that because there was no food in horrortale but the cutlery and stuff was all there that maybe he would pretend to eat with no food on the plate. it was in a satirical way that he would joke maybe around horror paps or alone where he would pretend to eat and have really good table manners but then the satire joke became REAL and now horror is incredibly specific about how to eat food

you MUST hold the fork in the left and knife in right says horror. no killer you can't duel wield the fucking knives this is a table not a slaughterhouse. dust pick up your elbows off the table. actually how about you get your entire upper body off the table tf why are you SLEEPING ON THE FOOD??? killer's sitting fetal position in the chair because of course he wouldn't sit normally like the idiot he is. dust is forced to put his hood down and reveal his face no more mysterious shadow style because it puts horror at ease. they cannot have a single peaceful meal because once they get past the table manners phase it then becomes a completion to see who can eat the least (because they suck at everything including eating)

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LNDs: Romance/General Headcanons

Yoooooo so here's some headcanons I have for all the boys in Love and Deepspace! I say headcanons but some of this stuff is just straight up canon. This is mainly to help me figure out how I want to write each boy as well, think of it like a warm-up.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: None

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Xavier

General Headcanons

Xavier is the kind of guy who will 100% own some of the softest blankets known to man. He has an entire cupboard in his apartment just filled to the brim with them, as well as soft pillows.

His phone is almost exclusively on "Do Not Disturb". He has it so emergency contacts can still text and call him and he'll get a notifications. You are the only emergency contact.

If someone near him yawns, he has to. It's one of those things he can't help. Xavier is also the type who will get a bit teary eyed when he yawns.

Xavier knows how to do a lot of things, almost like a Jack of all Trades. The issue is that he doesn't tell anyone he knows how to do things so he doesn't get roped into it. He'll normally play dumb around others if they are asking him to do so.

He can have full on conversations in his sleep. He won't recall anything that happens, and his eyes will be closed, but you can talk to him and he'll have responses. It's honestly kind of entertaining to ask him for things when he's asleep since he always will tell you yes.

Romance Headcanons

Xavier is an amazing cuddle buddy. He's normally pretty warm and his sweaters are always super soft like his blankets. He doesn't mind being the little or big spoon, and once you settle on a position he won't budge from it.

Xavier likes to hold hands with you whenever you guys are out walking together. However, his favorite is just hooking his pinkie with your own while making your way around town.

He's jealous and he's not subtle about it either. He'll glare at anyone who tries taking up your time and attempt to whisk you away at a moment's notice.

To add to the jealousy, he's also overprotective. If you so much as get a scrape while he's around, he's wanting to get you checked into the hospital. If only he could care about his own health as much as he cares for your own.

He's a fan of literally taking your breath away with his kisses. He always starts off with soft, almost shy kisses that then escalate to the point where you have to pry him off your mouth so you can breath again.

Zayne

General Headcanons

Zayne's coffee in the morning is normally filled almost halfway with flavored creamers. He has at least two flavors sitting in his fridge at all times, and whenever a new one comes out he'll snag it.

He's mastered the art of powernaps. He can be sitting on his computer at work and rest his cheek on his fist and pass out for about five to ten minutes if he knows he needs to quickly sleep. He's also pretty good at waking up a few minutes before his alarm goes off on days that he's not exhausted.

He's horrible when it comes to throwing away small candy wrappers while he's working. Normally they end up piling up on his desk when he's in the zone and he doesn't notice until he finished and sees they're scattered everywhere.

He bites the ends of his pen when he's working. He'll only do it if he owns it, but sometimes if he borrows a pen he notices it creeping up to his mouth and has to stop himself. Any old hoodies he owns, especially those from when he went to university, has bitten up strings.

There has been numerous times where it has been in the early hours of the morning and he hasn't slept at all. Still doing paperwork in his office and he can't find his glasses. He just can't seem to notice them anywhere and he knows he just had them. They're on top of his head. If you happen to see him looking around confused, just point at the top of your own head and he'll figure it out. He'll also figure out that he should probably go to bed at that point.

Romance Headcanons

Zayne is a sap when it comes to you. He has a photo of you and him as his phone background, as well as a different one for his laptop background. It's not like you often see his phone, but if you happen to glance he'll quickly lock it before you notice.

He also has a special ring tone for you, but that's not all. If his phone is set to vibrate, he has a custom made vibration for his phone that'll go off for both text messages and calls. That way he always knows if it's you.

At the start of your relationship he doesn't like any form of PDA other than holding your hand. He thinks those moments shared between the two of you is just that...between the two of you. However, as time passes on he'll slowly get a bit more bold in public places.

Despite being dominant in the relationship, he does let you take control of most situations at first. He doesn't like to be suffocating and believes you can make your own decisions. That is until your decisions become horrible decisions and he has to step and steer you into the right direction. Half the time he gets roped into it though. He is absolutely whipped.

He is whipped. You could probably suggest the two of you rob a bank together and he would seriously debate it. He is the voice of reason at the end of the day, but sometimes you make him question things, especially when you look at him with those puppy eyes.

Rafayel

General Headcanons

When Rafayel wakes up before noon, he is not coherent in the slightest for those first ten minutes. If anything you could consider him useless in the morning. He'll normally lay in bed until he's more awake, but if he gets up it's a train wreck. He'll be bumping into everything, not comprehend human speech, among other things.

He has had conversations with random sea creatures before. Once he went to the aquarium and just sat by the sting rays while chatting. They never replied, but he did manage to carry on the conversation well enough.

He will text you for the most random things known to man. Sometimes he uses you like a search engine instead of just looking it up. He'll also text you to come over because he left a glass of water in the kitchen and he's now in his studio. Thomas used to get these texts all the time and eventually he learned not to play along.

Rafayel is polyjamorous. His taste in music tends to vary a lot when he's working on a new painting. Sometimes it's to help him find inspiration, sometimes he just wants something to vibe to. On occasion he has a single song that he'll listen to on repeat until he manages to block it out. On other days he doesn't listen to any music, preferring the ambiance of the ocean with a window open.

He tends to video call more than normal phone calls. He likes to see the expressions of whoever he's speaking with so he knows how they're actually reacting to what he's saying. It also helps him know when someone is listening to him or just pretending and giving generalized responses.

Romance Headcanons

He has a secret sketchbook that he keeps. A lot of them are just random drawings of you or places the two of you have been together. He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't know how you'd react to seeing a picture drawn of you half asleep, hanging off the sofa with drool on your face.

He's really inexperienced in relationships, at least in this life he is. He could go off the past with you, but that would be moving too fast. So he sometimes has these awkward moments of wanting to do so much more with you but knowing it's far too early in the relationship.

He is always wanting to all over you. It's to the extent that sometimes you have to pry him off so you can go to the restroom. His favorite position is with his arm around your waist and his head in your shoulder.

He will whine about you not spending enough time with him...while you're spending time with him. If he doesn't have you with him 24/7 then you aren't giving him enough attention. He does let you live a life, he just wishes he could be experiencing it all with you.

When he isn't being a total brat, he is super sweet. He will kiss your hands the moment they get near him, shower you in compliments, and if you so much as mention wanting something he'll have it for you within a day.

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˜”°•.˜”°• You're mine now, Private •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: Hey! So this is a repost from my old blog that I've edited and added more to it! It's also for @semisgroupie's What's Done in the Dark Collab!

Summary: You decided to join the Marines in efforts to spite a certain blonde Gunnery Sergeant. Little did you know he’d taken an intense desire for you.

CW: Dom!Bakugou, Sub!F reader, Light Bondage, Blindfolds, Gagging, Vibrators, Shower Sex, Masturbation(F receiving), Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M & F receiving), Vaginal Sex, rough sex, Sex Toys, creampies, squirting , Daddy Kink, Primal Play, Praise, Degradation, Counting, Usage of the nickname “Princess”

Word count: 16.8k

Tags: @katsukichu @bakugosbratx @hvziers @rinnori @sailewhoremoon @babiefwuit @angelltheninth @monaukah @awilddreamermain @tokyometronetwork @suyacho

You walked around aimlessly within the large ballroom that your college had to host the career fair in. You felt slightly overwhelmed by all the booths and panels around you. You were just a general studies major. The jack of all trades, yet master of none. You did not know where you belonged. You glanced over at a booth that held many colorful posters boasting about Telemarketing and how it would be the future of the world and couldn’t help but to scoff slightly.

‘Even I know a cheap hack job when I see one.’ A flash of camo caught your eye and you blinked owlishly at the panel near the center of the crowd. You could barely make any of it out due to the massive swarm of females that were blocking the view, but you did manage to see that it was two men standing in military uniforms. One was cute and had long, bright red hair that was tied up into a neat bun at the nape of his neck, kind red eyes, and a friendly smile.   

The other was a rather handsome man with short cropped yet still spikey blonde hair with an undercut design. His sleeves were tightly rolled up to show off muscular and heavily tattooed arms. His narrowed red eyes seemed to pierce right through anyone who dared to look into them.

You were fidgeting as you read the banner. “The Marines”. You were always a bit hesitant about joining a military branch even though you came from a military family and was a rather strong willed girl. You were graduating soon and did need to find a job, that was the whole reason why you were here at this career fair, but to join such a battle hardened company like the Marines? Did you really want to commit to this? You jumped when a gruff voice called out to you.

“Oi, Dumbass?” The blonde called out.

You looked around for a few seconds before pointing at yourself with a confused look. ‘I know this asshole...’ 

The blonde shot you a cheeky grin as he crossed his arms and motioned for you to move closer. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, Dumbass. Are you going to keep standing over there like a weak little Princess? Or do you want to join the Marines?” He was testing you, you could feel it. He wanted to see if you could handle the disrespect that would come out of the mouth of a Drill Instructor.

With a renewed fire in youreyes, you pushed a girl out of yourway and squared up to the blonde. “Who do you think you are?”

“Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou.” He said smugly, his lips curled up into a smirk that you wanted to smack off his face. “So what’ll it be, dumbass? You think you got what it takes to be a marine?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, a sneer on your face as you stared him directly in the eyes. “Depends, Gunny, can you handle me being in the marines? They don’t usually let Drill Instructors be recruiters.” you smiled when his eyes widened slightly in surprise at your knowledge. You were a proud Military brat so you knew the lingo and the attires. You spotted the wide large brown brimmed hat that all Drill Instructors would wear during boot camp.

Katsuki smiled as he leaned forward slightly, towering over your smaller frame standing in front of him. “Not bad for a dumbass.” He then reached for the pamphlet resting on the table that separated the two of you. “Fill this out and come by the office when you’re done. I’ll make a woman out of you, Recruit.”

“I’m already too much of a woman for you, Gunnery Sergeant.” you took the pamphlet from his hands, but you did not expect him to grab your wrists and pull you as close as he could with the table separating you two. 

“Careful, Recruit. I may just end up being your Drill Instructor. And I won’t go easy on a dumbass like you.” His warm breath fanned over you, causing heat to burn at your face.

Carefully, you took your wrist back, but only because you knew he allowed you to. (His grip was strong and his hands were so large compared to your thin wrists). You curled your lips up into a catty smile as you began to walk away, making sure you did a perfect half-right turn like your dad taught you. “Only time will tell, Sir. I will see you in the Recruiter’s office at 0800 sharp tomorrow.” You gave the blonde a perfect salute before walking away.

Bakugou watched the small woman walk away from the booth, a smirk twitching at his lips. He crossed his arms back over his chest as he leaned back against the wall as his eyes followed you. You were certainly a bratty little future recruit.

He’d enjoy breaking you down and making you cry once you were in his company boot camp. He nudged his partner who was flirting with some random girl. “Oi, shitty hair.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes as he excused himself from the girl he was talking about. “Sir?” He grimaced slightly at calling his best friend so formally, but Bakugou was a higher rank than he was. He frowned when he noticed that the blonde was watching the young woman he’d just handed a pamphlet to. But then a smile crossed his face as a thought struck him. “You want to break her, don’t you?”

“Make sure she’s in my company once her profile is complete, Kirishima.” Katsuki said as he pivoted on his right foot in a clean half right and walked off without another word. He would break the brattiness out of that cute future recruit. He licked his lips in anticipation of seeing you  again the following morning for your interview. “You really think you’re too much of a woman for me, Princess? We will see indeed.”

-0-0-0

You woke the next day at 0715 and quickly got ready for your interview with that cocky asshole of a Marine Recruiter. When you had told your dad over the phone that you had decided to join the Marines, he’d scoffed while making a joke about how his “Squid-raised” daughter was turning into the enemy branch.

You knew that your father was holding out on the dream that you would follow in his footsteps and join the Navy, but that just never called out to you like the Marines did. A little evil voice in the back of your head told you that you were only interested because of the Gunnery Sergeant.

“Hell no, I’m not joining for that bastard!” you slapped your hands against your cheeks as you finished washing your face and brushed your teeth. You decided to wear one of your dad’s Navy t-shirts and a pair of cute denim shorts that showed off your legs and hugged your figure quite nicely. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you realized what you were doing. 

You growled, “Dammit! I am not attracted to that man!” You checked your watch and saw that it was 0745. You needed to leave now to be on time cause in the military being early meant you’re on time, on time means you’re late. And you were not about to give that man the satisfaction of calling you out on practicality. 

You got into your car and drove to the recruiter’s office in less than five minutes. Double checking to make sure you had everything you needed to sign up, you got out. Walking up to the office, you drew in a deep calming breath to calm your suddenly frayed nerves.

What were you nervous about? It was just a meeting to talk over your enlistment. You may not even run into that cocky blonde asshole of a Gunny. Glancing down at your watch, you saw that it was 0755 and you needed to get inside or you’d be late.

Opening the door, you were greeted with a friendly smile. “Hey there! You must be the new recruit, Bakugou was going on about yesterday.” It was the redhead that was at the career fair. “I’m Sergeant Eijiro Kirishima, nice to meet you.” He reached out with a hand as a greeting.

You returned his kind smile with one of your own. At least this one was not a cocky sonovbitch like Gunny Katsuki Bakugou. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m-”

Kirishima raised his hand to stop you as he grinned widely. “Oh, I already know your name, but for now, I’m just gonna call you “Tiny”.” He laughed when you gave him an annoyed look. What was with these Marine buffoons and never wanting to call new recruits by their real names?

You let out a huff and crossed your arms before walking over to the desk where Kirishima was standing next to. Looking up at him curiously when You noticed that he had yet to sit down, You arched a brow. “Aren’t you going to conduct my interview, Sergeant?” You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone suddenly clamped a firm hand on your shoulder. 

“Oi, Dumbass, you really came.” 

Your annoyance increased tenfold when you recognized that voice behind you. You quickly grabbed the hand on your shoulder and tried to remove it. You failed when he tightened his grip on you, causing you to grimace slightly. “Of course I came, Gunnery Sergeant. I am interested in becoming a Marine.”

Bakugou squeezed your shoulder tightly once more before moving to sit down in the chair behind the desk. His vermillion eyes scanned over you as you stared just as intensely as he was at you. “You’re dismissed, Kirishima. I’ve got this one.” He growled when his subordinate tried to protest slightly. “I said you’re dismissed, Sergeant! Don’t make me repeat myself, shitty hair!”

Kirishima was a bit surprised at how possessive Bakugou was towards this recruit. Usually they would share new female recruits, but it would seem as if Katsuki had no intention of letting this one go. Looking back over at you sitting in the chair, Kirishima sighed out dejectedly. You were a cute little thing, too. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Giving his commanding officer a salute and retreated to the back room.

“You enjoyed asserting your authority, didn’t you?” You said, rolling your eyes when he smirked down at him. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to seem indifferent to him and that cocky ass smile on his face. When that did not work, you leaned over and grabbed your paperwork to hand to Bakugou. 

Your back stiffened when his fingers grazed over yours when he took the packet from you. You quickly snatched your hand back and held it to your chest, your heart racing slightly.

Katsuki smirked as he looked down at you. You were being so coy now that you two were the only ones in the room. He scanned over your attire and frowned when he noticed that you were wearing a navy T-shirt.

 Flipping through your paperwork, he saw that your father is a Navy veteran. “Tch, your dad was a Squid, no wonder you’re such a brat, dumbass.”

You let out a huff at the name he called me. “Look here asshole, do not insult my dad.” He could talk down about you all he liked, but no one and you meant no one was allowed to talk shit about your dad. Glancing back up at him, you drew in a sucking breath when you saw that he was staring at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Like he was the hunter and you were the prey. “You don’t scare me, Sir. I am a Navy brat and I know how you Marines are.” 

Bakugou crossed his fingers and placed them under his nose, tilting his head slightly. “Who said I want you to be afraid, little recruit?” His eyes never left yours and he could see the confusion wavering in those eyes of yours. Eyes of a bratty little prey that he wanted to put in your place. “Anyway, Dumbass, why do you want to join?” He stared at you intently, carefully judging you  as you took in another breath.

“Sir, I come from a heavily influenced Military family. My dad was part of the Navy, mother from the Air Force and I have two brothers, both in the Coast Guard.” you answered, never breaking away from his predatory gaze even though you wanted to shy away, but you never backed down from a challenge. “I am a strong willed person who can handle anything dished out to you and I will never back down from a challenge. I will serve my country beyond my abilities.” 

A feral looking smile spread over the Gunny’s lips as he placed his hands down on the desk, long fingers splayed. “Never back down from a challenge, eh?” He rose to his feet slowly, his eyes locked with yours as he watched you shrink back when he stood to his full height. His smile curled up more when you hopped out of your seat as he stalked closer to you . “Little recruit, I thought you said you don’t back down?”

You could feel your body starting to tremble as you took several steps back to avoid the blonde as he advanced on you. You felt like a rabbit waiting to be devoured by a hungry wolf. It was not until your back touched the wall did you realize that you were trapped. 

“Sir, what are you doing?” Your breath hitched when he slammed his hands against either side of your head and your hand came up to clutch at your chest. Why did you feel so small around him right now? 

“Come now, little recruit.” He said as he leaned down on his elbows, his hot breath fanning out over your face. “Where are those nerves of steel you had yesterday? You can see you trembling. All talk no bite, dumbass?” 

Bakugou reached out and cupped your chin in his fingers, tilting your face upward so that you were staring into his eyes. “Or was all that the Squid in you. You were such a little brat.” He slid his knee in between your legs, pressing up against your crotch.

A small whimper left your throat as you tried to turn your head away from him. “Sir, this is inappropriate.”

Bakugou leaned in closer, his scent overpowering your senses. “What is, Princess?” His lips were just a breath away before he pulled away with a cocky laugh. He moved his knee away from your  legs and moved to sit back at his desk.

“I like you, little recruit.” Katsuki folded his hands under his nose once more as he analyzed the young woman. Your face was still slightly flushed and your hand still clutched your chest while the other was pressed tightly against the wall. “I’ll schedule your swearing in for next month.” 

He grabbed a pen and began filling out some information in a small folder that was next to your  paperwork.

You blinked in confusion. What the fuck just happened? Did he do all of this just to fluster you? You could feel your anger start to get the best of you as you marched over to where the arrogant male sat and pointed your finger at him. “You ass! Don’t you ever pull some shit like that ever again. I am not some little toy that you can play with.” His laugh caught you off guard.

“On the contrary, little recruit. Once you’re in boot camp, heh, your ass is mine.” His eyes narrowed in challenge as he dared you to question him. 

Your eyes narrowed in challenge, glaring at him. “I belong to no one, sir. Just try to make me.” With those words said, you gathered your things and exited the building. “I will see you at training, Gunnery Sergeant Bakugou.”

-0-0-0

The following month seemed to fly by. You had spent time with your family and friends as they all prepared themselves for your inevitable departure to Parris Island, South Carolina.  You hadn’t heard anything from that arrogant ass Katsuki Bakugou since that incident at the recruiter’s office. Your face still flushed every time you thought about how close he was to me. You could literally smell the bitter chocolate scent of the cologne he wore and feel his hot breath against your lips. You quickly slapped your cheeks. “Get it together, girl! You do not want that asshole! He insulted Dad.” But an evil sounding voice in the back of your head told you that you indeed did want the blonde and wanted him bad.

“Fuck it all to hell.” You cursed when your  phone started ringing loudly on your  desk. Who could be calling me? You told everyone that you would be busy this week in preparation for you swearing into the Marines. Glancing down at the screen, you saw that it was a number you did not recognize. “Hello?”

“Oi, dumbass. You ready for departure?”

You instantly pulled the phone away from your ear as shock registered on your  face. How in the hell...Oh? The paperwork had your number on it. “With all due respect Sir, kindly fuck off, I’m busy.”

“Is that any way to talk to the man who changed your life?”  His voice was a slight mocking sounding laugh. 

Your blood was boiling. You could not stand this arrogant man! Screw what that evil little voice said. “Get off my line, Gunny.” You then promptly hung up in his face. Feeling quite satisfied with what you had done. You got back to work with filling out all the appropriate paperwork you would need for swearing in. You felt mentally prepared, now to work on your physical condition. 

You considered yourself rather fit, as you did go to the gym about four times a week and go to a high intensity cardio class twice a week. But you knew that the training under the Drill Instructors was going to be brutal as they weed out the weaklings and only accept the mentally, emotionally, and physically strong.

You dug around your closet for your workout mat and quickly began doing multiple sets of push-ups, sit-ups, burpees, jumping jacks, up and down planks and other various workouts. Once you were done, you decided that you would go for a run knowing that running was going to be a huge part of everything especially during phases one through three. Grabbing your phone, headphones and fitbit, you left your apartment.

Running felt good. The air was cool with the approach of fall and although you dreaded doing all this training during the winter, you knew that it would only motivate you to work even harder. You knew that you would have to run both a 5k and 8K hike during week one so you pushed yourself to run at least a 10K, making sure that you stuck to more off road trails to simulate the uneven terrain that was going to be the beaten path. 

Sweat ran down your body by the time you were finished and you were exhausted. But you felt amazing. You accomplished your goal of running a 10K hike. It only took the whole month! And just in time too. You swore in in three days. Meaning...You’d have to see Katsuki Bakugou again due to him being your recruiter. You were dreading that. You hoped he would behave himself in front of your family. Only the Gods knew with that man. 

After reaching your apartment, you quickly hopped in the shower to wash the sweat and grime off of your body. You loved getting clean, but you knew after you swore in it would only be a matter of time until you would not be able to enjoy such long hot showers for about thirteen weeks. ‘Ugh, I’m so not looking forward to that part of boot camp.’ you reached for your favorite shampoo and washed your hair quickly before rinsing off and getting out. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you left the bathroom and laid out on your bed. “I am making the right choice, right, Dad?” Your eyes felt heavy as sleep overcame you.

-0-0-0

You drew in a calming breath as you tried to not fidget with the bottom of your skirt. Today was the day. Today was your swearing in and then you would get your departure date. You could only hope that they would wait a few months so you could spend more time with your family. Your dad’s health was not the best after years of working on the Navy Ship’s engines and you wanted to be close to him for a bit longer.

“You nervous, Squirt?” you heard your dad call out as his hand landed on yours to give it a comforting squeeze. “You can always back out and join the Navy like your old man?”

Laughing at your dad’s attempt to have you change branches like he’s been doing since you told him you were enlisting in the Marines. “No, Dad. For the last time, I’m not joining the Navy just so you can brag to your buddies that your little girl is following in your footsteps.” you flashed him a reassuring smile. “I really do want to join the Marines and serve this country beyond my own expectations. I won’t let the Drill Instructors intimidate me into quitting.”

“Is that right, little recruit?”

Your back crawled at the sound of that, now, very familiar gruff voice that could only belong to Katsuki Bakugou. “Gunnery Sergeant Bakugou,” you placed a fake smile on your face as you extended your hand out for him to take. “How are you today, sir?”

Bakugou stared at your extended hand for a few moments before arching a blonde brow. “That is not how you greet a commanding officer.” His lips curled up into a snarky smile when you blushed and quickly tried to change your greeting to a salute. “Calm down, recruit. You’re not at boot camp yet.” He glanced over at your family that had come to witness your swear in ceremony. “You must be the family she boasted so much about. I’m Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou, the man who’s stealing your daughter away.”

You sucked your teeth at the way he said that last line. He was not stealing you away! Crossing your arms over your chest you rose to your feet and introduced your family. “Sir, This is my Dad, a retired Petty Officer 3rd Class. My mother, a retired Senior Airwoman.” 

You smiled as you glanced down at your two brothers. They were the ones who were most excited for you to enlist in the Marines, although they hated the fact their little sister was stronger than them. “And these are my brothers, both Lieutenants in the Coast Guard.” 

Dad rose to his feet and gripped Katsuki’s extended hand and clapped him on the back. “Nice to meet the recruiter that managed to convert my Squid raised daughter to enlist?” 

Bakugou returned the gesture, clapping the older man’s back. “Likewise.” He cut his eyes over towards his little recruit and signaled with his head for them to follow after him. “If you’ll follow after me, I’ll take you to where the swearing in ceremony will be held after that she will learn her departure date.” He shot you a smirk that he thought only you could see, but your father’s watchful eyes caught it.

Your back stiffened when you saw the smile that was sent your way. Cocky asshole. You blinked when your dad grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Did he see the look Bakugou gave you? 

No. 

You shook your head. He could not have or he would have said something to your brothers. You followed the Gunnery Sergeant to the back room where there were three other people there waiting to be sworn in as well.

The ceremony lasted about thirty minutes and you were allowed to take pictures afterward. Mom cried when she heard you recite your oath, your brothers were grinning as they watched you salute the General, and Dad simply was watching Katsuki with a stern look on his face, but clapped when the ceremony ended. 

After everything ended, you followed the General to sign your contract that would bind you to the Marines for a minimum of four years if you did not fail boot camp.

Katsuki leaned back against the wall, his eyes following after his little recruit as he watched you sign the papers that would allow him to do whatever he wanted for thirteen weeks. Sure, he’ll have to pull a few strings and get yelled at by his superiors, but he would make sure that you would be put into his platoon and that he would be your drill instructor.

He grunted when someone placed their hand on his shoulder and he noticed that it was the retired squid. “Can I help you, sir?”

“You’ve been staring intently at my daughter for a while now, Gunny.” Dad replied quietly, not to alert his sons of the situation. “What are you planning with her?”

“Heh, with all due respect, sir, what I have planned for my training of making your daughter into the perfect Marine soldier is private information.” He said with a slight smirk, his heavily tattooed arms crossed over his chest with a blonde brow raised. “But I promise you she’ll be in good hands, sir.” His smile widened just a bit at the double meaning to his words that seemed to calm your father. 

If only he really knew of the plans he had for the little dumbass.

-0-0-0

A month. You were given only another month to spend with your family. You finished school and graduated top of your class. And now you are spending your last few days of civilian life in your apartment. You had already prepared myself for the nearly three months away from family and friends. You told your landlord that this would be your last week here and she was kind enough to let you stay rent free for this last month.

You packed your rucksack with only the necessary items i.e. travel sized things that will only get tossed after receiving week. You sighed as you remembered your Dad’s words. He told you to be careful around Gunny Bakugou and he really did not have to tell you that. You were already going to avoid him like the plague although that little voice in the back of your head told you that you liked this game of cat and mouse you were playing with Katsuki. 

...And it was right. The more you tried to deny your attraction to the blonde, the stronger it got. But you would not let him distract you from your goal.

Deciding to go for one last run before you were shipped off to South Carolina, you grabbed your phone and headphones and took off.

-0-0-0

It was time. You were on the long white bus heading towards Parris Island. It was late at night and most of the other recruits were trying to get the last bit of sleep that they could, but you could not.Your nerves were too frayed. What if Katsuki was your Drill Instructor? But he’s also your recruiter? Is there not some military code that disallows that? You buried your hands into your hair and pulled. “Ugh! Stupid asshole!”

“Woah, Dollface, what’s got you so uptight?”

You turned at the sound of the voice and saw that it came from a young man with bright red hair and stunning turquoise eyes. You sighed and removed your hands from your head, before shaking it. “It’s nothing that concerns you.” You frowned when you realized that he had called you a doll. “And who are you calling a dollface, redhead?”

He chuckled as he lifted his hands in surrender. “Sorry, bad habit of mine to give cute girls nicknames. “I’m Touya Todoroki, but a girl like yourself gets to call me Dabi.” he sent you a flirty wink and smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you held out your hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you, Dabi.” Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of the nasty burn scars that lined up his arms and you could not stop the gasp that left you. Realizing what you had done, you started apologizing immediately. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.”

Dabi cracked a slow smile that pulled at the corners of his cheeks. “No worries, Baby girl. I’ve got more scars if you wanna oogle them too.” He laughed when you punched him on the arm. Grimacing playfully as he rubbed the sore spot your strike caused, Dabi was slightly surprised at your strength. “Damn, Dollface, you’re strong.”

You sent him a smile and started to reply when the bus came to a startling halt, nearly causing you to be ejected from your seat. Your heart began to beat a mile a minute when the first gruff voices of the Drill Instructors began barking out demands for you to get off the bus. You quickly made a beeline for the center aisle because rule number one of boot camp: Never be the last person off the bus. You will get slayed. You felt bad for leaving Touya behind but it was every person for themselves from now on. As you rushed to get into formation you ran into something solid.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going, Private!”

A chill went down your spine as you immediately recognized the voice. It belonged to the one man you both were dreading and elated to see. Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou. Steeling your face into a neutral expression with a blank look in your eyes, you saluted, “Sir, I apologize, sir!” you withheld a gasp of surprise when his hands snaked out and grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer. Damn him! He was using the rush of chaos that was receiving week to camouflage what he was planning.

Bakugou pulled his prey closer to him, slightly thankful that Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were his fellow underlings and would turn a blind eye to what he was doing to his new little private. “I told you, dumbass. Your ass is mine now.” His hands tightened around your waist when you tried to pull away. “Oh no, princess. You’re not getting away that easily.”

You kept a blank face as you tried to pull away from his strong grip. “Sir, I’d like to get to in-processing now.” A blush warmed your face when his fingers dug into your flesh and yanked you even closer to his chest. You placed your hands against him to prevent your face from colliding with his. 

Big mistake on your part. 

You nearly melted from the feeling of those strong muscles of his under your fingertips. ‘Fucking hell...Muscles are my weakness...’ You shook your head when you felt your expression trying to change. “Sir, I am asking you to let me go through in-processing. It is very late and will take a very long time with how many of us there were on the bus.”

“Tch...” Katsuki scoffed as he knew his time was running out. Kirishima and the others would not be able to buy him much more time. “Okay, Dumbass. You go do your in-processing, but remember for the next thirteen weeks, heh, I’ve got plans for you, Princess. Got it, Private?” He said in a commanding voice, smirking as he knew that you would have to do everything he said. When you replied with a dry “Aye, sir.” Bakugou grabbed your wrist. “One more thing, Private.” Twirling you around, he pressed his lips against yours in an intense, passionate kiss.

What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

That was all that was going through your mind as you felt the Gunny’s lips on yours. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you debated whether you wanted to grab that blonde head of hair and pull him closer or to bite his lip to get him the fuck off of you. His tongue took advantage of your open mouth and snuck inside to wrap around your own. A low soft moan rumbled in the back of your throat at his flavor. Bakugou tasted surprisingly sweet like he had eaten some kind of caramel candy. But before you could respond, he pulled away with a smirk on his face.

Bakugou released you, stunned, with a sly look on his face. He ran his tongue over his lips slowly. “I’ll be taking a lot more than a kiss next time, little Dumbass.”

-0-0-0

For the next few weeks, you’ve been on your toes whenever Bakugou was around. There were a few times where he’d managed to trap you. Each time kissing you and his hands wandering a bit further each time. You could feel yourself anticipating his next attempt and was starting to lose focus on your training. I’ve gotten slain so many times by other Drill Instructors that my muscles were beyond exhausted. You even got your whole platoon slain due to you laughing at something Dabi had said. And it was by Bakugou no less. 

You had let out a very short, barely there laugh when Dabi commented on how Kaminari seemed to always go into a stupid daze when Jirou was around. Your back immediately stiffened when you heard Katsuki call out your last name with a certain sternness to his voice. You’ve learned to differentiate the tones to his voice. That level of sterness was meant as a warning for you. As those vermillion colored eyes landed on you, you knew what was about to happen and sent Dabi a mental apology.

“Private Todoroki, want to tell me what was so goddamn funny that this little dumbass had to laugh?” Bakugou stepped up to the redhead’s face, their noses nearly touching as he glared into the man’s blue eyes.

Dabi said nothing as he rolled his eyes. “It was nothing, Sir. Just said an observation, Sir.” He scooted back discreetly and moved just a bit closer to the woman he’s set his sights on.

Bakugou eyed the new recruit standing way too close to his prey. The smug looking bastard had the audacity to question him! "Oi, Burnt looking bitch, you will respect my authority! And I'm giving you orders to shut the hell up!" An evil smile crossed his lips and a vile thought entered his mind. 

Time to slay them. 

“Better yet!!” He yelled, his eyes gleaming as he witnessed the slight shoulder drop of the whole platoon. "Too easy. Half right face! Front leaning rest position! In cadence! Move!" Bakugou watched with mild glee as he watched the frustrated look on his Princess's face as he slowly counted out each up and down movement, making sure to make them wait for thirty seconds on the up. 'Maybe that will teach her to be so close to that burnt asshole.'

You groaned as you did the push ups as the Gunny crossed his arms, staring down at you. He was purposely slowing down the count and was also not counting certain ones. He then made you all  do Iron walks all the way back to the barracks. Your legs and thighs were screaming at this point and all you wanted to do was shower and lay down to prepare for the next day. Because tomorrow was the start of swim week. You’ve up put with Katsuki’s slow burn torture for over a month now. And you've caught yourself thinking about him way too often. 

Sure, he was an insufferable asshole, but he was an asshole with the softest pair of lips and the most sinful of touches. You knew the next time he’d caught you in a trap, you may just break and give into his seduction. You were starting to like the Gunnery Sergeant and you knew you were tempting fate because he would soon be your superior (which you think he’d like due to his superiority complex), but you did not care. That little voice in the back of your head was right. You did want him.

You waited until you were able to be the last person to take a shower and let the lukewarm water soothe your aching body. It did not help that all those teasing touches Bakugou does is leaving you with pent up desires. That was the main downside of being a woman in boot camp, there was no way to relieve any type of tension. The guys could make jack off socks, but you women were out of luck. ...But you had to try. You needed to release some of this pressure that the Gunny had built up in you or else you’d go insane.

Peaking your head out of the shower, you scanned the area and saw that there were only a few loose stragglers. You had a few minutes before Jirou came in to make sure the entire bay was in bed. So, you need to be quick. Softly, you trailed my fingers along the front of my body, skimming over my nipples and tugging at them briefly. You tried to mimic the way Katsuki’s rough fingers would touch you. You twisted a bit more roughly than you would usually and had to bite back the loud moan that escaped. “Yes...” you hissed. “Katsuki...”

Knowing that my time was coming to an end, you quickly touched my slickened slit and rubbed at the hard bundle of nerves. You were grateful for the water as it made it easier for you to quickly glide your fingers into your quivering hole. You rode your fingers hard as you tried to bring myself to completion before Drill Instructor Jirou caught you still in the shower with your fingers up your cunt. Within minutes you came, your legs shaking as you let out a broken sounding moan of Bakugou’s name.

Your embarrassment was instant. You quickly cleaned up and washed everything within seconds. You could not believe you just did that while thinking about Katsuki Bakugou no less! But...you could feel the heat swimming in my cheeks, you could not deny it anymore. 

You wanted him. 

“Fuck...” you whispered as you got out of the shower and dried off. You changed into your PTs for bed and hurried out. You just barely made it to your bunk when the Drill Instructor came in. Your eyes widened when you realized that it was not Jirou as usual but Katsuki.

Bakugou walked into the barracks, his hands behind his back as he scanned over the beds. His slow methodical footsteps echoed through the bay area. He was on a prowl, looking for anyone who dared to have anything out of place, but he was also seeking out a certain little Princess who got a bit naughty. He’d overheard yourr little escapade while you were in the shower. Hearing his little recruit moan out his name in that sweet voice of yours was such a goddamn turn on. He stopped when he reached the foot of your bunk.

You quickly close your eyes and tried to feint sleep when you heard Bakugou’s boots stop at yor bed. Sweet mercy, you prayed that he did not by chance hear you outside the barracks. Even if the water was loud enough to muffle your cry from the inside, you knew that you were in the shower closest to the window. Your face grew even hotter when you felt the tips of his fingers graze the top of your feet before slowly moving upward. You struggled to remain still even as those firm caresses reached my upper thighs. By the time you felt them ghosting over your sex, you were already wet again.

The Gunney smirked down at his captive, happy for the darkness of the barracks to conceal him and that you had chosen the last bunk. “You naughty little private.” His voice rumbled from his chest as he leaned down to growl in your ear. “Were you fucking touching yourself while thinking about me?” 

Bakugou chuckled as he watched your face scrunch up in embarrassment. He moved his fingers to cup your sex through the blanket, grinding his palm against your clit and causing you to gasp out. “Quiet, Dumbass. Don’t want the others to hear you.” His lips curled into an evil little smirk. “Not quite how I’d imagine hearing you moan my name for the first time but, heh, it was fucking hot, Princess.”

You let out a quiet whimper when he pressed his hand down harder against your dripping sex. Fuck, you wanted him to touch you directly and not over these blankets. You wanted him to kiss you so you could taste more of that sweet caramel flavor of his favorite candy on his tongue. You wanted to run your fingers through those soft looking blonde spikes as he took advantage of you. “Sir...” you let out a soft whisper before he placed a finger against your lips.

“Soon, Private, very soon.” The look on his face held the promise as his crimson eyes bore down into yours. “You will be mine. Until then how about I give you a little sample of what’s to come?” He arched a blonde brow as his lips curled up into a feral smirk at your confused look on your face. Bakugou curled his fingers inward, digging them into your center. “Do you want it, Princess?”

Your body was visibly shaking with anticipation. You wanted to touch him so badly, but my hands were spasming under the sheets from his hot touch. “Yes, sir, I want it, please.” Your voice came out in a breathy plea. You wanted, no you needed more. To feel him, to touch him, to become one with him. Although you knew that Katsuki would not be a gentle lover. You’ve experienced his hard touches so much that your body was used to them. You saw the slow smirk that spread over his lips at your nod. And then the sound of a zipper echoed in your ears. ‘He wouldn’t?!’

Katsuki watched the surprised look on your face as he tugged down his zipper. He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers as he pulled out his semi-hard cock. His hand stroked down the length, his mind replaying the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name. He felt himself harden fully as his eyes slid closed and swept his tongue between your parted lips. His fingers grinded harder over your clothed crotch as he stroked himself faster, smearing his pre-cum around the thick, swollen head. “Fuck, you’re such a naughty little Princess.”

You wanted to touch him. You wanted to touch him so badly. Even in the darkness of the barracks you could tell that Katsuki was long and thick. Fuck. You let out another moan muffled by his kiss. Slowly to not draw attention to yourself, you reached out for him. You felt his jump in surprise when your nail grazed the tip of his cock before your hand wrapped around the thick shaft.You was right. The Gunny was thick, so thick that your hand could barely wrap around it fully. You stroked him firmly as his tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you as his. You could feel his pre-cum smearing over your hand with each upward pull.

To say he was surprised that his little private touched him was not the furthest from the truth. He had slowly been training you to respond to his touches. But damn did it feel great to have your small, yet rough hand on his cock stroking him so earnestly. He pulled away from your sweet lips to let out a grunt as he felt his release coming. “Damn it, Private. You’re trying to milk me for all I’ve got?”

 Katsuki wanted to rip that thin blanket off of you and shove his hand down your shorts to touch you directly, but he knew that you would scream out if he did that. And he did not want Jirou to catch him inside the women’s barracks this late when all he was supposed to do was a bed check. He curled his fingers in deeper, pressing them tightly against your throbbing clit while he cut off your gasp with his mouth pressing against yours. 

The rush of liquid that left you when his strong fingers ran over your sensitive nerves made you dizzy and you could barely register the wet feeling of his cum against the top of your fist. As you were reveling in your high, you came to a realization. He’d made you cum without touching you directly. 

This man was the devil. 

You pulled your hand away when he moved away from your mouth. If he wants to be a devil, then you can show him a demoness. “Bet you’re tasty.” While looking him directly in the eyes, you stuck out your tongue and licked your hand clean.You were surprised at how sweet it tasted. He must eat plenty of fruits as well as that sweet caramel candy he loved. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened briefly before a feral grin overtook his features. “Not bad at all, Princess.” 

-0-0-0

It was finally swim week. You’ve actually been dreading this week. You may be a Navy brat with Coast Guard brothers, but you can barely swim to save your own life. No matter how hard my dad and brother tried to teach me, you just could not get swimming down. 

Your mom often joked it was because you belonged in the sky like her. But you just think it was that you were just not a swimmer. You looked down at the large pool with slight fear in your eyes as you could feel every pound of the heavy gear we had to wear.

“Alright, you unmanly weaklings!” Kirishima barked out. “Today you will learn how to survive in the water!” He smiled, teeth gleaming sharply in the dimmed lighting of the pool house. This was his favorite week to train. Kiri loved being in the water more than anything. “You will learn to tread water while in full combat gear! You will also use issued epiquitment to stay afloat and shed your equipment while still in the water.” He held up a stopwatch, his smile still in place even as his red eyes shined with an evil glare. “Oh and you will only have fifteen minutes to do it all. If you cannot do it you will be dismissed from boot camp!”

Shock ran down your spine. Dismissed? Fuck. Your. Life. You adjusted the heavy pack on your shoulders and repositioned your helmet. Fifteen minutes. You can stay afloat about twenty on your own. So you quickly calculated the extra weight and it came to about fifty extra pounds on you. ‘I can do this.’ you patiently waited in line, your eye catching a flash of blonde hair and your body instantly warmed. He was watching you. That gave you a slight confidence boost knowing that he was there.

You could not explain why you felt better with the thought that Bakugou was watching me. How did you go from not standing that man to wanting him to ravage you so badly it hurt? You drew in a calming breath when you locked eyes with him and he gave you that little smirk that has begun to grow on me. When they called your name, you took another deep breath and jumped. The water was cold and instantly began trying to drag me to the bottom. You had to claw your way up to the surface and slowly began to kick your feet and wave your arms to tread the water.

“Oi, Dumbass. Catch!”

A long floatation device smacked you in the head as you were treading causing you to lose focus and you began to sink. Desperate to remain here in boot camp, you struggled back to the surface launching towards the floatation device. Once you had it secured under one of your arms, you began shedding the heavy equipment down to just your military green t-shirt, camos, and boots. Quickly you swam over to the other edge of the large pool and pulled yourself up out of the water. 

“Time!” You heard Kirishima call out. “13:45!”

 You beamed brightly. You did it. Youfucking did it! You glanced over at Katsuki to see the tiniest of smirks on his face as his eyes gleamed. He was proud that you would be able to continue boot camp. You felt my racing heart finally ease into a normal pace as you grabbed the towel that Jirou had set out for you. As you walked back to the door, you could hear the Drill Instructors yelling at a few other recruits who were taking up a lot of time just trying to tread water. You could only hope they weren’t part of your platoon. You did not feel like getting slayed today. You were exhausted.

But it was no such luck. Dabi was one of the recruits that was getting yelled at by the Drill Instructors so of course, our entire squad got slayed...in the fucking sand pit while we were still wet from the pool. Jirou and Kaminari kept us out in the sand pit for hours, calling out push ups, sit ups, burpees, high knees, every single type of plank and squats. 

You were caked in dirt and grime by the time of it all it was over. You had sand in places you did not even want to describe. The sun had already set by the time Jirou and Kaminari let you all go, so it was also freezing. Wrapping your arms around your wet body, you hurried to your barracks.

You let out a surprised yelp when someone caught you by the waist and quickly covered your mouth with their hand. While you wanted to flip the person over your shoulder, your  body seemingly melted into their touch. It was not until that familiar gruff voice rumbled in your ears, did you realize who had captured you. “Drill Instructor, sir, what are you doing?” you questioned, trying to pull away so that you would not dirty his pristine camo uniform.

Bakugou leaned over you, his hair tickling your forehead. “There will be a line for the showers at your barracks. Come on, Private.” He wrapped his large hand around your wrist and pulled you alongside him. You moved in the opposite direction of yourplatoon’s barracks and closer to the Drill Instructors' personal barracks. An area where you, privates, are not allowed to go. “What are you waiting for, Dumbass? Get inside before someone sees you!”

You swallowed dryly as you stepped into Katsuki’s private quarters. Why were you here? You could have waited to shower or atleast scrubbed off some of the sand and grime off your body in the sink. “Sir,” you said in a quiet, nervous voice, “Why am I here? I need to get back to my barracks before Drill Instructor Jirou notices.”

A feral smile spread over his lips as he stalked towards his prey. His eyes gleamed as he watched you take a step back every time he moved closer until you were pressed against the wall. “Private...” Katsuki growled out. “You know why you’re here. Don’t act like a dumbass.” He slammed his hands on either side of your head when he saw that you were contemplating your escape. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to your dusty ones, not caring that he would taste the sand covering them. “You think you're dirty now, recruit? Get in that shower and I'll show you just how dirty I can make you.”

Your eyes widened as you nodded your head, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over you. Were you really about to do this? Were you really prepared for this? That evil little voice in the back of your head was rejoicing and telling you to just indulge in your desires. Desires that only Katsuki Bakugou would quench. With that confidence boost, you slowly began to peel off your wet, sand covered clothing as he watched with eager eyes. 

“Do you like what you see, Sir?” you taunted as you walked into the bathroom. “If you want it, just try and come and take it.” With those words floating through the air, you started up the shower and began rinsing away the sand and grime that coated your body.

Bakugou felt his lips spread even further at your taunting. Oh, he would enjoy breaking you and making you into a Princess meant just for him. He would fuck the attitude right out of that little recruit. But he will make you wait and anticipate him for a while. Then he would pounce. Walking over to his bed, he opened the top draw of the bedside table and pulled something out. Another wicked smile curled at his lips as he set the items down on the bed. Oh, it was going to be a very long night for his little naughty Princess. 

You were nearly finished with your shower and were just enjoying the warm water like you did when you were back at home. ‘Guess he was all talk, no bite.’ you laughed to yourself as you allowed the water to run down your face as you scrubbed it with a towel. You let out a small yelp when rough hands grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall of the shower. Firm lips caught yours and a slick tongue found its way inside and wrapped around yours. That sweet hint of caramel flooded your taste buds and you moaned softly. “Gunnery Sergeant...” you let out a whimper when those firm fingers of his twisted at one of your niples while the other pinched your clit.

“Oh, no little dumbass, tonight I’m either just Sir or Daddy.” Bakugou slid his fingers hard against your already slick nerve. “Got it?” He smirked at your consenting nod. “That’s an obedient  Dumbass.” Katsuki pressed his lips back against yours, trying to mark you as his. 

His fingers found their way inside of you, the water from the shower making it easier. As he pumped two fingers in and out at a slow, almost maddening speed, he watched your face contort with pleasure. “You know what, I take that back. Cry out my name, baby. Moan it nice and loud for me.”

You shook your head, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you turn into putty in his hands. you bit your lip hard to hold in your whimpers when he picked up the pace of his thick digits, sliding along your slick folds. 

He was going to break you. 

You could feel it. But you were not going to go down without a fight. No, he wanted to hear you cry out his name, then he will have to work for it. You gasped when you felt his teeth and tongue on your neck, nibbling down to your pulse point. Fuck... He found a weak spot. Your legs began to quiver and threatened to give out.

Katsuki smirked against your flesh. “What’s the matter Dumbass? Stand straight or can’t you handle a little teasing? Or maybe you want to be impaled on my fingers?” His teeth grazed over the junction where her neck and shoulder met and gained the same reaction from her again. “Oh? Sensitive here, I see.” 

He trailed the hand that was not currently inside you to trace random patterns on your back. His nails scratched a line down to your lower back and you opened your mouth in a loud wailing moan. “Heh, looks like I found the ultimate spot here, Private.”

‘Fuck...’ The things he was doing to you should be illegal. The things he was making your body feel should not be right! You bit your lip again to stifle your cries when he inserted a third finger, stretching you out. You could feel his hard cock against your stomach but the maddening pleasure he was giving you had one of your hands clenched tightly at your side as you drew the other to your lips to bite down on your knuckle after your lips were bruised from your abuse of them. It did not help that everytime you could feel yourself nearing completion, the cocky asshole would slow back down and start the build up again. “Sir, please...”

“Please what, Princess?” He lifted his head to look into her eyes. A smirk titled at his lips as he saw the lewd expression on her face. Eyes glazed over with lust, mouth open as she panted around her knuckle, face flushed with an adorable blush. “Give me what I want to hear and I may be merciful and let you cum, little dumbass.” He shoved his fingers inside your dripping hole roughly, nearly picking you up off of your feet as you were forced to grab onto his forearms to keep from falling over. “Stand up straight, Private. That’s an order.”

“Fuck! Katsuki!” you screamed out. The response was immediate. His fingers drilled in and out of you at an almost inhumane speed, hitting depths that your own could never reach. You were a sobbing mess as you pleaded for your release. “Katsuki, please. Let me cum!” you begged him as you held onto his forearms, the feeling in your legs finally giving out.

 He pushed you against the wall and lifted one of your legs to wrap around his waist. You were so close you could taste it. “Shit, shit, shit...please?” you tilted your head back against the wall of the shower and let out a lustful mewl of Bakugou’s name as you came hard on his fingers.

You felt dizzy as you leaned your head against his chest to try and catch my breath. you saw that the sleeve of tattoos that went up his arms, also covered his chest and down his abdomen. you blinked when his fingers were suddenly pressed against your lips. ‘Did he want me to...?’  Seeing the stern look in those carmine eyes of his, you knew he was serious. Parting your lips, your tongue slipped out and curled around his thick digits and licked your juices off them.

“Good girl.” Katsuki murmured as he picked up your other leg, “I’d rather taste you directly.” With just his arms, he lifted his little recruit up on his shoulders and buried his nose into your crotch. “You smell fucking delicious, Princess.” He wrapped your legs around his neck and held your hips down with his hands. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell. What did you say to me before? Oh, right. Bet you’re tasty.” Bakugou slid his tongue along your wet slit, grunting at the flavor of you.

A rush of liquid flooded my center as you tried to thrash around when you felt his tongue on me. It was too much too soon. you had just come and he was already doing more torturous pleasure to your body. You were still sensitive. He curled his wet muscle around your clit while his lips sucked at your labia. “Oh god...” you cried out when he moved one of his hands off of your hips to spread your lower nethers further for his assault. You bit at your knuckles when his chuckles sent vibrations all through your body.

“God? Thanks for the compliment, Dumbass. But the name is Katsuki. That’s the one you should be screaming.” He glided his finger over the swollen nub and gave it a pinch as he stuck his tongue inside your quivering hole. He was not going to stop until you were a sobbing mess underneath him. Right where you belonged. “Maybe I should spell my name down here? The only name you’ll ever cry out.” Katsuku growled against your sex.

Your voice was starting to go hoarse from the overuse of it, but that did not stop him. You were starting to really believe that Bakugou was a sex demon sent from hell to tempt you. And it was working, you curled your fingers into his thick, wet blonde hair, pushing him closer to your core as his tongue worked wonders over you. 

You could feel him spelling things out on your clit, but you were too dazed to figure them out. The pleasure was almost painful, so you did not know if you wanted to pull him even closer or try to shove his head away so you could breathe. That warmth in your lower belly grew hotter with each stroke. “F-fuck...Katsuki...please?”

Bakugou chuckled once more as he sucked on your clit. “Begging again, Private? I can't understand you with the water running.”

You bit your lip. You did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg him to let me cum. But damn it, if he did not give you a release soon, you were going to go insane. But your pride?  When his teeth grazed over that sensitive little bundle of nerves, you broke. “Please, sir, let me cum!” you screamed when Katsuki bit down on your clit again and shoved two fingers inside your slick, quivering hole at the same time. You felt drunk as you came hard, a flood of your juices coating his face. Your breath came out in pants and your body was still twitching as he gave you little licks and nips, easing you down from your high.

He grinned as he lowered you back down onto your weak legs. He licked his lips, still tasting you before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for another wild kiss. “That was how I imagined hearing you saying my name, Dumbass.” He watched your face go through a myriad of emotions before settling on bashful. “Now,” Katsuki said, his voice stern. “Turn around, Private. Right fucking now. That’s a direct order.”

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him. you had just come again. Could you not get a chance to rest? Plus the water was starting to get cold. But the look in his eyes said that he was not going to wait. If you did not turn around, he would make you. “Aye, sir.” You said as you showed him your ass, pressing your hands against the shower wall. You flinched when his hands slammed against the wall next to your head. “Sir?” you said shly.

Katsuki leaned his head down on your shoulder, his hand stroking over his cock. “Listen Dumbass, count the inches and you better not fuck up.” He smirked as he rubbed the tip against you, circling around yourr tight little hole. “Or there will be hell to pay.” Slowly he pushed inside, a groan caught up in his throat.

“Fuck...” you cried out, Just as you imagined. The Gunny was large. Very large and thick. This felt very different than having him in your hand. The feeling was not the same. In your hand, it felt like steel wrapped in velvety skin, but inside you? You could not describe the feeling. “1..sir...” You began to count as he slid deeper within you, inch by painstaking inch. “2..sir...3...sir..” you let out a loud gasp when he purposely shoved it in deeper and pulled out. “Katsuki!”

“What was that, Dumbass? You messed up the count.” He pulled out completely and slapped the head of his cock against your ass cheeks. “Do it again. Right now, Private.” Bakugou growled against your neck, hands pulling at your waist as he sank back within the warm depths of your clenching insides.

You could not think. Your mind had gone blank at this point. The pleasure was driving you insane. And he wanted you to count?! You could not do that with how he keeps going in and out at such a pace you could not keep up. Was it eight inches or ten? You could not remember. All you know is that he was long and thick to the point it nearly hurt to take all of him inside. The tip of his cock was pressed so tightly against your cervix that your legs were shaking. 

You could not keep yourself standing for long. You needed a break. The back to back orgasms. The over stimulation of your senses. It was all too much. And with the water turning cold against your heated flesh, striking against your back was also doing things to you. “Ah, Katsuki, please. I can't take it anymore.”

Katsuki, the sadistic asshole he was, wrapped his hands tighter around your waist and pulled you down more. “Yes, you can Princess. Or are you really Marine material?” He knew that would awaken your competitive, strong-willed side that attracted him to you. And it did. He felt you start to push back against his thrusts, your inner muscles clenching down on him. “F-fuck...heh...maybe you are Marine material.” He sped up his thrusting.

Your legs were about to give out at this point but you were not going to let him win. You were going to make him go mad for you. Using your hands as leverage, you pushed back against him and squeezed down, trying to milk him of everything he had to offer. You enjoyed the feeling of him sliding in and out, rubbing against your walls, but this was a competition now. He was going to cum for you first. You were not going to cum anymore for him. “Oh shit...” you moaned when his fingers began sliding over your clit. ‘Fucking cheat...’

“Did you think you could beat me, Princess?” Bakugou licked the shell of your ear before nibbling on the lobe, working his digits over that cute little sensitive spot of yours. “I know all your weaknesses.” He trailed his teeth down to your neck, grazing the flesh roughly before biting down on your pulse point. 

He could feel your legs trembling as you tried your best to keep up with his pace. He decided that maybe he should end her suffering. Dragging his nails down the small of your back and sucking at the bite mark he had created, Katsuki started thrusting even harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” the curse left you as a mantra. Damn it. You were not going to last much longer. You could feel your walls fluttering around him as that itch for release burned in your belly. When he gave another sharp, hard thrust, you felt yourself come undone. Your mouth hung open as your tongue fell out as you came. 

Your chest was heaving heavily as you tried to catch your breath. That was such an intense orgasm that your arms and legs finally gave out and Katsuki had to wrap his arms around you to keep you from falling. “Oh hell...”you drew in several deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

Katsuki waited for you to catch your breath before he slowly slid in and drew a surprised gasp from you. He smirked down at you. “You really thought I was done with you? Oh no, Dumbass. I’ve only just begun.” He pulled out completely and picked you up in his arms, ignoring your protests and demands for a rest. “You’re mine now, Private.” He walked out of the bathroom and tossed you on the bed.

You wanted to protest but you had no strength left in your arms and legs. Your eyes widened when you saw Bakugou reach for something that was sitting next to you. “W-why do you have those?” He smiled that feral smile I’ve grown used to seeing when you were alone and your heart began to beat even faster in your chest. Why did he have a blindfold? Not to mention a fucking vibrator! What did he plan on doing with that! “Bakugou, sir?”

He silenced you with another deep kiss, his tongue wrapping around yours. “Listen, Dumbass. You trust me?”

Did you?  You did just let him have his complete and utter way with you in the shower?   

Slowly, you nodded my head, “Aye sir.” As soon as you said that my vision was stolen as Katsuki placed the blindfold over your eyes. A sense of panic washed over you briefly until you felt soft touches running along your body and your skin felt alive. “Oh?”youI cried out, unprepared for the rush of sensitivity that spread over you. 

Katsuki trailed his fingers along his recruit’s body slowly, stirring you back up in a state of arousal. He brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek before moving to your lips. His cock twitched at the thought of having those pretty little lips wrapped around him, to feel your warm, wet mouth sucking him dry. “Fuck...” He cursed as he grabbed the back of your head and guided you down. “Open your mouth, Princess.”

You flared your nostrils, taking in his manly scent as you did as you were told. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He filled your mouth and stretched your lips to the fullest extent. You took in as much as you could without choking, but he touched the back of your throat. 

So you wrapped your hands around whatever was left out. You bobbed your head up and down on his lap, working your tongue over him. The sweet taste of his precum flooded your senses and you couldn't help but moan at the flavor. You heard him groan in pleasure and you so desperately wanted to see his face contorted in ecstasy, so you silently cursed the blindfold around your eyes.

Your tongue felt so amazing on him. His head fell back and his hands came up to run fingers over your hair, wrapping it around. Bakugou guided you down further on his cock, wanting more of your lips around him. While he was careful to not choke you ‘Too much.’ He needed more. “Use your tongue more, Dumbass.” He grunted out when you took his command and ran your tongue over the underside of his cock. 

With each drag down your throat, you worked your tongue over the sensitive head, licking up any liquid that may have collected at the slit. Fuck, he tasted so good. Shaking his hands off of your head, you said, “You’re holding me back, sir.”

With renewed freedom, you placed your hands around the base of his dick and licked at the tip with the tip of your tongue, drawing small circles around him. You could hear him moan out and that only spurred you on as a rush of liquid dripped down your thighs. Gods, he sounded so sexy. “Keep your hands off of my head.”

Katsuki curled his fingers into the sheets of the bed, letting you take control. Watching your head go up and down on his cock, seeing it slip in and out of that pretty little mouth of yours was mesmerizing. He would let you have control for now, but... Bakugou reached for the hitachi wand and turned it on. If you noticed the buzzing, you paid it no mind. He bit back a smug laugh when you jumped as the wand glided over your back, sending tingles down your spine.

He moved the vibrating wand over the curve of your ass until he reached that dripping hole of yours. He pressed it against you and felt you moan deeply against his cock, the vibrations of it causing him to tremble and let out a groan. His hips began to move as he slid more of him down that pretty throat of yours as he kept the vibe in place on your sex. 

You moaned again, your body beginning to spam when he placed the device on your throbbing clit.

 “That’s it, Princess. Let’s cum together.” He commanded as he felt his balls tighten in preparation for his release.

You swallowed him down your throat, working your hands over the parts you could not fit. Drool was leaking out of your mouth and your jaw was starting to ache, but you were not going to stop. You wanted to taste more of his seed, fresh from the source this time. You sped up your sucking, hollowing out your cheeks and working your tongue over him. 

Slowly, to not scare him, you brought your hand up and cupped his balls, rolling them around between your fingers. That seemed to be his undoing asyouI felt him swell in your mouth before a rush of hot liquid struck your tongue. That same sweet, yet slightly salty taste filled your mouth and you moaned at the feeling.

Bakugou’s hips gave soft little jerks as he felt his release come to stop. His lips curled into that trademark feral grin as he turned the wand up to the maximum settings. He watched as your body twitched beautifully as your head swung backward with your mouth still full of his cum. 

“Don’t swallow yet, little recruit.” He grabbed you and pulled you back against his chest, the toy pressed so tightly against her clit. “I want you to come undone first.” Katsuki bent his head and bit down on your neck, soothing it with his tongue right after. Your moans were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Using his free hand, he scratched a long line down your back.

You let out a muffled moan as you started to cum against the intensity of the vibrator and from Katsuki running his nails down the length of my spine to your lower back. Hot liquid ran down your thighs as you tried to cry out the Gunny’s name. You swallowed when he gave you the order before he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. 

You crawled into his lap when he pulled the wand away and pulled at your arms, cuddling against his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead. “Katsuki...” you said his name in the softest of whispers. “C-can I take the blindfold off now?”

His eyes widened for a second before his lips spread into a grin. “Not yet, Private.” Even as he was just holding you against him, he could feel his cock twitch back to life. Bakugou took your hand and placed it on him. He laughed at the confused expression on your face as you bit your bottom lip. “You ready for round three?” Katsuki took hold of your leg, placing one over his shoulder and giving it a long, wet lick.

You bit your lip in anticipation for the first thrust of his hard cock sliding inside your weeping sex. I still let out a surprised gasp when Bakugou probed at your entrance with his fingers, spreading you with his thumbs. “Katsuki...I...I need it.” you could sense the smile that was more than likely spreading over his lips. 

He had won. 

You were a pleading mess under him. You wanted him so badly that it hurt. You did not care if your body was still tingling from the multiple orgasms. You wanted more from Katsuki. To feel his long, thick cock filling you. “Please, Daddy.”

Katsuki licked his lips. He’d finally gotten you right where he wanted you. His Princess was where you belonged. A dripping wet, begging little dumbass that was only his. “That’s a good little naughty Princess.” He leaned down and gave your ear a nibble as he aligned his cock with your honeyed entrance.”You’re mine now, Dumbass.”

With those words, he sheathed himself inside in one smooth glide. His hands tightened on your thighs, feeling them tremble. Bakugou knew that you would not last long but he couldn't help but to torment you a little. He gave slow, shallow thrusts meant to drive you up the wall with desire as he kissed all over your body.

You could feel your legs shaking as Katsuki moved slowly within you. You could feel each and every inch as he took his time. The pace he was going was damn near maddening. While you liked that he was taking his time and tending to your sore and tender body with wet kisses and slow thrusts, you wanted him to take you fast and hard like in the shower. 

Your body was thriving with pleasure, but your clit was throbbing, aching because your body wanted release. You were damn near in tears behind the blindfold. “Daddy...I need to cum. Make me cum!”

“Hmm?” He hummed in between kisses. “What did you say, little recruit?” He slid his tongue over your collarbone down to your chest and closed his lips over a taut nipple. You mewled so beautifully for him when he did that, your back arching off of the bed. Katsuki decided that he wanted to see your eyes as you came for the final time due to his cock. 

Reaching for the blindfold, he ripped it off of your eyes and at the same moment, sped up his thrust. He heard your strangled cry and saw the way your eyes crossed and your tongue hang out as the pleasure drove you mad.”Look at me, Princess. Fucking look at me. That’s an order.”

You tried to focus your eyes on Katsuki as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him in closer and he met your seeking lips in a wild, sloppy kiss, wrapping his tongue with yours. Your breasts jiggled from his deep, powerful strokes and you broke away to gasp out. 

The tip of him was pressed so tightly against your cervix, striking the sensitive spots deep within you repeatedly. You felt that telltale itching warmth in your lower belly. You lifted your head to gaze into his bright vermillion colored eyes like he had ordered you to.

Katsuki grunted as he stared down into your eyes. Fuck, you were so beautiful with sweat glistening on your body, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure. “Fuck, Private...” He could feel your inner muscles fluttering around him, trying to milk him of all that he had. 

Bakugou cursed as he took hold of your legs and pushed them towards yourr chest, ankles by your head. He began thrusting in and out, satisfied with the new position that allowed him a deeper penetration. Leaning over you, he moved his hips, drilling into you at a fast, hard pace as he felt his balls tighten up with the pending threat of release. “Princess...” he growled.

“Fuck, Daddy, Oh, shit Katsuki...” You screamed out as he held down your legs by your ankles. The new position let him reach even deeper parts of you and you could feel your walls spasm around his cock. You opened your mouth and let out a soul shattering mewl as a rush of honeyed liquid left you and dripped down the sides of your legs to pool underneath you. You placed your hands against his tattooed chest, your whole body trembling. “K-Katsuki...”

“Keep moaning my name, baby.” He kept thrusting for a few more strokes until he locked his hips in place. His warm seed flooded your tight cunt as he left out a deep groan. He fell against you, his forehead touching yours. 

Katsuki pressed gentle kisses to your lips as he slowly eased out. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest. “Sleep, Dumbass. I’ll wake you at 0200 so you can leave in time for formation.” He knew that he had to have you back before 0400 or Jirou would have his head for having someone from her platoon late.

Yiou looked up at him, cuddling against him for warmth as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. You smiled when he stroked his fingers along the side of your cheek and down your neck. He was being unusually tender and you enjoyed it. This was a side of Katsuki that only you would get to see and you felt a sense of happiness fill your heart. “And to retaliate, you’re mine too, Katsu.”

-0-0-0

Over the course of the next month, Katsuki had pulled you into his barracks atleast twice a week to fuck you senseless. Not that you were complaining but it was a bit of a distraction. Your grades in the classroom were slacking and your endurance was going down. So for the past week, you’ve been denying him anything more than a kiss. 

While it was hard resisting him because he was being so very tempting, rubbing his hands along your body and trying to pull you towards his barracks. But you put your foot down. Last week was Basic Warrior Training. You were taught basic skills of survival in combat, such as combat marksmanship skills, land navigation, proper gas mask use, and how to maneuver under enemy fire. 

The gas chamber was the first thing that you did and the tear gas burned at your eyes, nose and mouth when they made you take off your gas masks. You could barely breathe without it feeling like fire was spread down your lungs. 

Combat marksmanship was fun and you made high marks at the range and you were able to bring Dabi to his knees during combat. You could tell that Katsuki was happy about you bringing that redhead down since he was constantly flirting with you. The intense kiss he had given you along with the heavy petting after the day was over confirmed that. 

Land navigation was a bit tougher due to you being clueless when it came to maps, but you managed to pass the class with average marks. Your platoon did get slayed during learning how to maneuver under enemy fire because some people thought it would be fun to turn the safety off the weapons as a joke. 

Drill Instructor Kirishima was nearly shot but luckily the bean bag pellet struck a large boulder next to him instead. But dammit, Kirishima is the last Drill Instructor that you wanted to get slaid by. He worked you down to the bone and did it all with a smile on his face. Situps, crunches, butterfly kicks, squats, high knees, a five mile run, every high intensity workout you could imagine the Sergeant made you do.

The next week you still avoided Bakugou’s attempts to snatch you away to his barracks. This was an important week of your training and he knew it. The advances grew less, but the looks of want and desire still continued. 

You could tell he was just biding his time until he could get you alone. You knew the next time the teo of you were alone, he would show you no mercy. Your studies for the practical application evaluations were important, and you were not going to let your own desires get in the way. 

You worked hard and managed to pass everything unlike a few of your comrades. You were determined to see this through to the end and get your title as a Marine. Nothing would stop you! You will pass the final exam.

It was finally time. Week ten began with a physical test which you aced due to the many times your platoon got slaid and along with your own endurance. Next was the written exam and that was not too hard since Katsuki offered to help you study, but only if you did it while sitting in his lap and for every question you got wrong he left a mark on your body. 

That nearly broke you down. The feeling of those lips, teeth and tongue dancing over your body was so arousing. You were glad that you were wearing your winter gear due to it being early December, so that the many dark bites were hidden. You were dead tired by the end of the day. You  showered and went to bed. Tomorrow was the Crucible.

Katsuki was slightly bitter that his little recruit had been avoiding him other than the few times he’d managed to pull you aside to kiss you senseless and slip you a few fingers inside your awaiting hole before you’d shove him away. 

The only time he’d managed to convince you to come to his barracks was to help you study for the exam. His conditions were for you to sit in his lap and everytime you got an answer right, he’d reward you with a kiss, but everytime you got one wrong, he’d leave a mark on your body anywhere he chose. ‘And the little dumbass got many questions wrong before she started to get them right.’ 

But, he had plans for when it was time for the 54-hour long field event tomorrow. And they all included having a certain Princess screaming his name. He ran his tongue over his lips in anticipation. Bakugou was going to make you wish that you'd not denied him.

-0-0-0

You were nearing the last couple of hours of the Crucible. Your water was starting to get a bit low so you moved to go towards the spring you had managed to find, your weapon held close to your chest. Your eyes scanned the dark forest as you slowly made your way over to the water source. You made it to the spring without being tracked by an enemy platoon member.

Before refilling your water camel, you got down on your hands and knees and took a deep sip of the cool water. You shot up when you heard the leaves rustling behind you. “Hello?” You asked automatically before clamping your hand over your mouth. Fuck, that was stupid of you.

Holding your weapon close, you strained your eyes to see who could be hiding in the shadows. Your fear and anxiety was starting to get the best of you. You had been lucky so far as to not run into an enemy except during the first 12 hours, but you managed to beat them down without much of a challenge. 

Just beyond the treeline, you could faintly make out the silhouette of a tall figure hiding against a tree. Taking aim with your weapon, you shouted. “You’ve been located! Surrender now or I will shoot!”

You waited for the other recruit to step out of their hiding place and admit defeat like they were supposed to, but they did not. Your nervousness grew. Why were they revealing themselves for hand to hand combat? Could it be that someone snuck into the field? 

Your anxiety grew as you slowly began to back away from the silhouette that was slowly advancing on you. You took a few steps back when the clouds moved away from the moon, lighting the area. A gasp left you when you saw who was stalking you. It was Katsuki. He was dressed in his full camo gear, face paint included. “K-Katsu?”

Bakugou moved closer to his prey, a grin spreading over his face. “You’ve got to the count of ten, Princess.” He growled low in his chest as he crouched down, pressing his hands against the ground in a runner’s pose. “Then I’m hunting you down.”

Carnal desire and fear streaked you through as you watched him drop into that position. Your eyes widened and breath shortened as you dropped your weapon on the ground. You knew your current location so you could always come back to pick it up before the Crucible was over. 

When he started counting backwards from ten, you took off in a sprint. Your heart was beating so loudly you could hear it in your ears. And with your limited vision, it made the thrill of the chase even more fun. You ran as fast as you could, but all too soon, you could hear Katsuki’s heavy footsteps closing in on you.

You quickly jumped over a fallen log, using the momentum to propel yourself further over the ground so put more distance between you two. After running for a few minutes, you got curious as to where he could be and ducked behind a tree. Kneeling, you took in a few breaths to calm your racing heart, you glanced around to see if you could spot him. A few clouds had obscured the moon, making the lighting limited. You sighed a small breath of relief when you could not spot the feral hunter. 

Your heart stopped when you heard a soft growl rumble above you. You looked up and could see glowing crimson eyes gleaming at you; eyes the same color as the fading sun over the horizon. You quickly jumped back to your feet and took off running. 

Heat was coursing through your body, so you shed your heavy camo coat and tied it around your waist. You were not going to make this easy for him. Launching yourself through a low hanging tree branch, you hid behind a large boulder. Despite the cold, sweat was running down your body. A chill ran down your spine and you scanned the area for Bakugou.

Katsuki observed his prey from the tree above you. He made sure to stay out of yourr sight, but he knew you could feel his presence. A wicked smile spread over his lips as you tried to search for him but you could not find him. 

He silently dropped to the ground behind the boulder you were hiding next to. Taking extreme care to not make a sound, he walked around your hiding spot. As Bakugou watched you scan the area, he let out another growl, the sound loud and primal, that caused you to jump. “That’s two times I’ve caught you. One more, Princess.” He slinked off back into the darkness.

You watched with wide eyes as he moved back into the shadows, the camouflage paint on his face concealing him even further. Your heart was beating a mile a minute in your chest. You could not let him catch you again. Wiping at the sweat that formed on your brow, you took off again. You pushed leaves out of yourway and jumped over fallen logs. 

The hidden threat in his voice made adrenaline pump through your veins that you barely registered that it was starting to snow. Your feet crunched against the leaves as you ran. You kept running this time despite the burning of your lungs. Each time you stopped, Katsuki managed to find you; so to resolve that you needed to keep running.

Pushing your legs beyond their limits, you could faintly make out the outline of the homebase camp that the company had set up. If you could make it there, Drill Instructor Jirou would make you stay there until morning. 

A smile crossed your face as you ran in the direction of camp when something hard slammed into you, tackling you. You rolled onto the ground with whatever crashed into you and rough lips claimed mine in a passionate kiss. ‘Katsuki.’ Your body instantly melted against him as he pinned me to the ground.

Katsuki pulled away from your soft lips to smirk down at you. “Caught you, Princess. Now you’re mine.” He quickly pulled your shirt over your head, but kept your hands trapped inside, tying it around your wrists. He made quick work of the plain white bra that was issued to the recruits. 

“You know, Dumbass, if you hadn’t refused me for so long and been such a fucking brat about it, I wouldn’t have had to hunt you down like this.” His deft fingers twisted a nipple, making you moan out loudly. “Careful there, we’re awfully close to Jirou’s home base. You wouldn’t want them to hear the slutty noises I make you make.”

A blush lit up your face as I realized just how close I had made it to the line of lights of the home camp. You were so close that you could practically see Drill Instructor Jirou marking off tasks on her clipboard. You pulled at the shirt tied around your wrists. “Katsu....” I pleaded. 

He knew there was no way you could be quiet and that Jirou had some type of supersonic hearing. You were actually surprised she did not notice you earlier. He silenced youwith another kiss, his tongue pushing between the seam of your lips to intertwine with yours.

“Be quiet.” He growled. “Prey do not speak once the hunter has captured them. Now be a good little Princess and let me devour you.” His lips trail down to your jawling, where his teeth left his marks as he sucked harshly at your flesh. Katsuki reached into one of the pockets of his camos and pulled out a small cloth gag. “Only because I don’t need Jirou on my ass.”

You could only whimper as the Gunny tied the cloth around your mouth, using it to muffle your cirlcries as he attacked your neck once more, licking and sucking his way down to your breasts. His hot hand cupped one and brought the taut nipple to his lips. Your body gave a jolt when his other hand went between your thighs, pressing tighty against your covered pussy. 

Katsuki bit down on your nipple, tugging on it as his paint of his face began to smear into you skin. Trailing his hot, open-mouth kisses down your belly, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on your skin from the light mist of sweat. He knew that he couldn’t take his time like he did the first time he took you. “Y’know, little Recruit. I can’t be gentle this time.”

A moan bubbled up in your throat when he smirked so ferally down at you, the black paint smeared over his eyes making his crimson eyes glow in the darkness. He’s never been this rough with you and it makes your thighs squeeze together in anticipation as Bakugou nibbles his way down your body. When he reached the apex of your thighs, his hands forced your legs to part as he slotted his torso in between them.

Bakugou smirked when the heady scent of your arousal assults is nose. Leaning down, he pressed his nose against your crotch and took him a deep breath. “Fuck, you smell good.” Using his teeth, he slid the zipper of your pants down beore popping the button open. Quickly he yanks them down to your knees and folds your legs back against your chest.

You let out a squeak when you feel his sinfully hot tongue lapping through your folds. You bit down on the cloth covering your mouth as you try to buck your hips to get away from the eveousl licks and bites. His nose rubbed your clit as his tonue dipped into your gushy hole. Saliva dampens the cloth as your tongue wets it when he pushes two of his thick fingers in with a lewd squelch.

“Be a good little slut and cum f’me already. Then I’ll give you my cock so good, you’ll barely be able to walk for a week.” His thumb worked your clit as he pumped his middle and ring finger in and out at such a pace that your breasts were jiggling from each impact. Each push and pull, the intense drag of the pads of his fingers, in your sticky walls brought you closer and closer to the explosive finish. “Atta fucking girl.” He cooed.

Coming apart from the rough treatment of your cunt, you could feel your juices run down the line of your ass and pool on your jacket. Your moans were muffled by the cloth ties around your lips as you clenched down tightly on his fingers as his tongue dragged across your clit in furious circles. Your back arches off the ground as you felt your climax hit, soaking his fingers and tongue. 

Katsuki wasted no time as he licked up everylast drop you had to offer like it was his last meal. His fingers still trust in and out, albeit a bit slower as your slick coats them. “Look at the mess you fuckin’ made, Princess.” He growled as his other hand unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing cock. Stroking his lengh a few times, he pushed your legs up to your chest as he swiped the fat tip through your sticky folds.

“You’re fucking mine and don’t you ever refuse me again.” He leaned over as he slid his cock into your pretty cunt, his hands caging your head as his body pushed down on your legs. Ankles by your ears, Bakugou started harsh, deep snaps of his hips into yours, the front of his thighs slapping against the back of yours and made a wet lewd sound that echoed in your ears.

You could only lay there and take the slow, deliberate thrusts Katuski gave you, each one growing in strength that makes you tits jiggle. The clapping of his thighs meeting yours rang so loudly in your ears, that you were worried that Jirou could hear them. Your cries were muffled as you tried to press your bound hands against his chest. You plead with him with your eyes to slow down as you feel that tight ball of heat burn low in your belly.

He was going to make you cum. His quick animalistic thrust into your sloppy pussy, the gooey pat-pat-pat, his growls and groans in your ear all overstimulating your nerves. Your belly clenches as your clit throbbed, begging for release. Tears stung at the corner of your eyes, running down the sides of your face and into your hairline as your back arched off the cold ground violently. Hot, honeyed liquid squirted out of you, drenching Katsuki’s cock.

Katsuki’s face splits into a shit-eating grin. He just fucking made you squirt all over him. “Look at the mess you made. Am I fucking you that good, you had to squirt?” He laughed before reaching up to pull the gag away from your lips. Before you could make a sound, he covered your mouth with is own, swallowing down your pathetic cries as he fucked you through your high, chasing his own.

Heavy balls slapped against your ass in a rythmic pattern that was beginning to grow sloppier with each passing second. “Gonna fill this slutty pussy up. Mark you as mine on the fucking inside.” Katsuki growled against your lips as his hand came up to cover yours. His cock twicthed as it swells, his abs clenching as he felt his end nearing. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” 

His voice came out in snarls as his hips pumped once, twice, three times before stilling. Cocking twitching within your drippig pussy, his cum paints your walls in thick, creamy ropes of white. “You’re fucking mine. Got it?” He placed his forehead against your, the greasy war paint smearing against your skin as he moved his hand away. 

Bakugou kissed you over and over again as he rocked his hips gently, making sure none of his sticky seed escapes. “All fucking mine.” 

-0-0-0

You stood tall and proud on the podium, dressed in your new uniform; your Marine blues. You had finally done it. You made the transition from a civilian to a US Marine soldier. You received the highest marks in your platoon. You waited for the Drill Instructor to hand you your Eagle, Globe and Anchors, the three awards that symbolized your transformation.

You held your breath when you saw Katsuki step in front of you, your three pins held out in his palms. His face was the usual stern look of a Drill Instructor, but his eyes were burning intensely with an emotion that was meant only for you. 

“Congratulations on your transition, Private!” He said loudly, voice strong and clear. As he pressed your awards into your hands, he leaned in close without being noticed and growled, “I’ll give you your proper graduation gift later. My barracks. 2300, Princess. And don’t you dare be late.”

Your knees nearly gave out as memories of the Crucible drifted through your mind. He really almost made it so that I could not walk for the next couple of days after. You have a barely there nod to let him know you understood. 

Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou always gets what he wants.

[morsesnotes]

I'm still not over this interview and these interactions specifically. They're so dorky in a very endearing way:

Shaun Evans: I think [Donna Tartt] herself is kind of extraordinary. Have you read “The Goldfinch”?

1883Mag: Yes! Weirdly enough, I started with “The Goldfinch” and loved it, thought it was incredible, and then wanted to go back and read her other work. She has another book, “The Little Friend”, I don’t know if you’ve read that?

Shaun: I’ve not read it yet!

1883Mag: It’s probably not as good as the other two.

Shaun: That’s good to know actually. She’s such an extraordinary writer. I feel like…and this is so rare but so amazing when you do get it, but when you read something and you’ve felt everything there with those people. I was totally there, I was totally present. That is an extraordinary thing when you think about it, right? Someone has sat at their kitchen table or wherever they’re sitting…at their desk…and they’re just putting words on paper but it’s translated and makes you feel something and you go on an experience. And I feel like that with Donna Tartt. Her work is…I started to watch videos of her on YouTube…weird [laughs] but she takes years to write her books, doesn’t she?

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1883Mag: It’s nice that they facilitated an environment where you could feel comfortable asking questions and why they made the artistic choices they made. It must be such an interesting filming experience because…it feels cramped, when you’re watching it. It feels claustrophobic on the ship.

Shaun: The set was like that! It was like that. It was vast in a way that was incredibly detailed and enabled you to shoot in a very narrow and condensed, claustrophobic way, so it was an extraordinary set, so I have to pay tribute to those guys. But, to go back to the director thing. I would never ask them, Why did you do this? Tell me about it. Because, as a director, you don’t want to feel like people are breathing down your neck. So I would simply observe them.

1883Mag: You’re not like, What’s going on here? [Laughs]

Shaun: [Laughs] Excuse me, before we go on, why are you doing that? Is that a wise choice?

1883Mag: They’re sweating, like Uhhhh…

Shaun: And it’ll be my last job as an actor as well!

1883Mag: You’re getting fired from everything. Now you have to do photography full time because they’re like, This guy is overly excited…[Laughs].

Shaun: [Laughs]. That’s me, jack of all trades, master of none!

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1883Mag: It’s nice that you were able to start it off by directing, and that you didn’t do anything so crazy that they just took the camera away from you. [Laughs].

Shaun: [Laughs]. Quite the attempt! I chained myself behind the camera, so.

1883Mag: You’re like, I’m fine, I’m fine, I just needed to get it out of my system! [Laughs].

Shaun: [Laughs]. All right guys, come on, please?!

1883Mag: [Laughs]. Totally throw your entire reputation away. They’re gonna be like, So, he’s gonna be recast for season 9…

Shaun: [Laughs]. And could you lose our phone number, please? Trying to call them like, Hey, I’m Endeavour! And they’re like, Not anymore!

1883Mag: [Laughs]. Everyone can be replaced! You’re just muttering in your dark room like, I used to be an inspector once.

Shaun: [Laughs]. Like, I much preferred photography anyway. As I just do some interesting self-portraits.

1883Mag: As long as you don’t cut your ear off, you’ll be totally fine! [Laughs].

Shaun: Can you imagine?

1883Mag: Terrible, but hilarious.

Shaun: [Laughs]. Terrible but hilarious, yeah!

[breakfastteatime]

Cere glances at Cal's newly repaired lightsaber. He left it out for her on the lounge table. It's an impressive piece of makeshift construction. He's integrated her hilt with his master's, created a weapon capable of single, double, and dual-wielding....

"You're either indecisive or you like variety," she says.

Cal leans back on the couch, wrapped in a bevy of blankets and clutching a mug of soup Greez made while he was changing into dry, warm clothes. "I prefer to think of it as multifunctional."

"Some would say you lack focus," Cere challenges.

"Others would suggest I am keeping my tactical options open," he says. "It's not like I had a chance to ever pick a favourite form. I'll give everything a chance until I decide. If I ever do."

Smiling at his bold declaration, Cere sits at his side. "A jack of all trades is - "

"A master of none, yeah." Cal calls his weapon to his hand, turning it this way and that. "No one could ever accuse me of being a master."

Reaching over, Cere squeezes his hand. "Our lightsabers reflect who we are. You are possibly the most industrious Jedi to ever live."

Cal looks at his hilt. "Industrious?" He smiles. "I like that."

[twstfanblog]

Learn About My Yuu!

@robin-yume sent me a link to this and it seemed fun! Im super excited to get my main story up and going so I can fully introduce you guys to my little mongrel <3

What’s your MCs name? Yuu Crewel (Refused to give their last name to anyone because they thought NRC was a cult.) They/She pronouns Are they human? Yep! What do they look like? (Working on her base model for outfits!)

When’s their birthday + zodiac sign? December 6th, Sagittarius (No one knew their birthday passed until the VDC) What’s their background? Emotionally neglected mean girl ♡ Were they originally from Twisted wonderland or did they come from a different world? Different World How did they end up in twst? Mirror Portal/Suicide Attempt Do they speak more than 1 language? They can speak simple phrases in a bunch of languages. Very Spanglish vocab vibes. Are they a student? Yep! First Year. How are they as a student? (Hard-working, lazy, in between, etc) Very passive. 'I learn it or I don't'. Never learned how to study and will just read the text through once or twice and call it good. What subject are they good at? History! What part of the school do they like to hang out? Favorite place is a toss-up of the Mostro Lounge and the Botanical Garden What dorm do they belong to? Ramshackle! Do they use magic? Nope! What’s their unique magic? Gun♡ No Magic Are they related to anyone at the school? Lots of pseudo-family ties as time goes on. Legally adopted by Crewel in their second year. Who are they close friends with? The Firstie Squad is ride or die. But, Best Friend title goes to Floyd. Do they have a special talent? A jack of all trades, master of none. Any unique body features? (Tattoos, scars, piercings, etc) Has a crooked tooth from a fight that healed wrong What teacher are they close to? Favorite teacher is Trien! How strong are they? Can lift surprisingly more than you'd think they could. Fist fights anyone on campus. Are there any twst characters they don’t like? Not so much dislike just... Yuu to Idia: I feel indifferent toward you. Idia: Please keep it that way. Do they have a love interest? Several (Malleus, Azul, Jamil) What type of clothes do they like to wear? They lean more toward alt fashions but will wear whatever they deem cute. Any fun facts about them? Has survived deadly nightshade poisoning in their world and now the Twist version is a fun sleepy-time medicine to them (VIL HATES THIS) Anything else you want to say about them? Their plus-sized :D

If you have any art of your MCs please share! I’m so curious to see everyone’s MCs 😭💜

[allergictocolor]

Character Profile - Gomez Addams

“Husband of Morticia (if indeed they are married at all), a crafty schemer, but also a jolly man in his own way. Tries hard to be father and teacher to the children, though sometimes misguided - we can depend on Morticia to straighten him out. Sentimental and often puckish - optimistic, he is full of enthusiasm for his dreadful plots. He is dressed in a tight double-breasted striped suit and is sometimes seen in a rather formal dressing gown. The only one who smokes - though Pugsley can be allowed an occasional cigar.” - Chas Addams

That was the description Charles Addams provided for the producers of the television show in 1963. His cartoon depiction of Gomez (named after a friend of his) was short and squat, dark-skinned, with a pushed-up nose, a mustache, and hair parted in the middle. I mentioned previously that he was modeled after Thomas E. Dewey. My husband pointed out to me that Dewey was the “Dewey Defeats Truman” guy. You can read about that weird event-turned-meme here. The TV show included an Easter egg for that in the 4th episode “Gomez, the Politician” (left).

It was the show that established that Gomez is driven mad with passion when Morticia speaks French, or any other language, in front of him, causing him to kiss her arm (right image above). They also established that he’s Spanish (they said Castilian to specify central/northern Spain) and his hobbies include fencing, knife throwing, zen yoga, and blowing up model trains. He calls Morticia “Tish”, “Querida”, and “Cara Mia”.

The comics always portrayed the family as eccentric and wealthy without an explanation as to where their wealth came from. The show depicted Gomez frequently checking a stock market ticker in their living room for his investments in companies with names like Amalgamated Dust.

Gomez in the 60s was a jack of all trades, but a master of none. He was a lawyer, sort of. He fenced, badly. He threw knives, and usually missed. He lost a lot of money in the stock market, but it didn’t matter. They were still rich beyond imagining. Per their creator’s wishes, it was Morticia who really ran things. Gomez was the starry-eyed dreamer. He would do anything for her.

Charles Addams never meant for Gomez to have “leading man” good looks. He was meant to be a bit of a ghoul, a weirdo, a loveable creep. The producers of the 60s TV show knew that wouldn’t really fly with their viewing audience, so they cast John Astin. They could let Fester and Lurch be weird looking. They needed Gomez to at least be cute. Addams passed away before the 1991 movie, but he likely would have objected at least a little to the suave and debonair Raul Julia. At least the movies brought back a little more of the evil.

Charles Addams had complained that the characters in the 60s show were “half as evil” as his cartoon creations. The 1990s Barry Sonnenfeld films may have had a handsome Gomez, but they brought back the sinister nature in a big way. The family drank poison. Gomez practiced his golf swing by hitting balls into his neighbor’s house. Importantly, the very first scene was a recreation of one of the most popular Addams family comics, pouring an unidentified something on a group of carolers at the front door of their mansion.

Raul Julia’s Gomez was many things John Astin’s was not. He was a crack marksman, a skilled knife thrower, and light on his feet. But like Astin’s Gomez, he thought working for a living was for chumps, so he was completely unmoored when the family was ousted from their home. Members of the Addams family don’t have such mundane things as jobs. It was with Julia’s Gomez that we got the real impression that most of the family’s money came from crime, and we loved him for it.

Raul Julia made such an impression as Gomez, that when Nathan Lane stepped into those shiny loafers to play him on a Broadway stage, it was clear he was not so much playing Gomez Addams, as playing Raul Julia playing Gomez Addams. The musical is a hoot, and if you get a chance to see friends in a local production of it, I recommend giving it a shot. However, it didn’t add anything significant to any of the characters.

The 2019 animated film blended visual aspects of both the original comics and the 1960s TV show. This version of Gomez is extremely similar to the comic version, and also has a bit of Peter Lorre to him. (He was the Igor type in old horror movies.) He follows Charles Addams’ original brief of trying hard to be father and teacher to his children, though perhaps he takes this too far with Pugsley. The animated medium allowed the storytellers to be as cartoonishly evil as possible. Charles would have been delighted.

One theme which has been present in all versions of the Addams family is the sense that they don’t belong in polite society. This is taken to an extreme in the 2019 animated film, which I do recommend if you haven’t seen it. (You can skip the sequel.) That theme is then built upon in the 2022 Netflix series, where the Addamses are all members of a caste of society called “outcasts”, different from “normies” in various ways. Typically, outcasts are werewolves, sirens, vampires, witches, etc. We have not yet seen what sets Gomez apart, but perhaps we will in season 2.

In the Netflix series, Luis Guzmán is the latest actor to fill out Gomez’s pinstriped suit, and he’s the one we can most easily believe has committed some crimes. People who only know of the Addams family from the 90s movies objected to his casting, but those of us who understand the full history know that he’s a perfect fit. And I, for one, can’t wait to see what he does in the next season.

[mitamicah]

Now I finally seem to be able to do things let me present to you the results of the 'vibe' polls :3

Earlier this week I jumped on the hype train for polls about which bandmember of JO + what character in the käärijä universe you felt I shared a vibe with.

Now I could have shared the results earlier but one thing to know about me is that I often get stupid ideas so I decided that whoever you chose that I shared a vibe with I'd cosplay

So after having searched my closet for things that somehow worked without further ado here's the Joker Out member you guys voted I shared vibe with:

I got

Jure aka the cat 😸

I mean it was not even close x'D

This surprised me since I hadn't expected to be paired with the cat boy xD But thinking about it I can see why you guys would chose him - we share a sort of bubbly excitment for things and - at least online - I can come off as very energetic and silly x'D Also I am known to randomly meow at people x'D

However, personally I feel like Jure is way more extroverted than I am and so I am glad to see Nace being the second highest :'D I feel like we do indeed share a sense of calm/silent presence while still being able to join in on the fun - I think where I might divert from Nace is that I am definitely not good at being the mom friend :'D x'D

For Bojan in third I think we're back to the 'I see why you'd say that because I am quite energetic and excited online but also he is way more extroverted than I believe I am' argument :'D yet like I'll elaborate on below with the comments for the tags I can definitely see the points for why Bojan could fit :3

Jan and Kris being so far behind is ooooph x'D Well, I can kind of understand tho especially Kris :'D I am not sure I'd call myself a Kris either - he is way too cool and sassy compared to me x'D Jan might be too laid back idk?

Now, tag time :3

@sve-sto-znam Micek - I love it x'D (First nickname unlocked x'D hahahah)

@c28hunter + @anxious-witch awwwn you are both too nice :'3 Especially you, Eryka calling me a comfort blog 😭

@merlilica whelp x'D I see you definitely picked up on my excited puppy and/or orange cat vibes x'D I don't blame you :'D

@j-restlessgeek this one hits close to home :'3 because yes I am quite hard on myself and have always been :'D Also I can be a bit of a jack of all trades (master of none) sometimes x'D the last point is honestly very true - I am way too much of a rulefollower to cheat x'D

Now onto the Käärijä universe results

You guys chose ...

Häärijä

Actually, that didn't surprise me much x'D I would probably too have chosen the little yellow man given that all his little quirks reads as very autistic to me which to a dorky autistic person like me is very fitting x'D He seems a bit confused but a good guy and sport and I would like to think myself the same :'D Also we both have a dumptruck of an ass x'D

Käärijä and Jaakko sharing second surprised me tho - especially Jaakko but that might be because I am not sure what his personality is tbh x'D so I am curious to hear if either of you voting Jaakko could tell me what makes me a Jaakko :'D? Käärijä I can sort of understand since I have probably stolen way too much/let me inspire of his aesthetic recently x'D yet I also see it as a sort of compliment because I have indeed felt more confident (both in my body and in my weirdness) lately :'D <3

Third is a big tie but that is to be expected I guess when there's not many votes (which is fair it is a harder poll to answer :'D) so Jesse, Bojan and Tommy takes that spot :3

Time for comments on tags :D

@bisonaari see now it is here I'd love to hear from you (if you want to and/or have time mind you) Bison what exactly it means to be Jaakko coded since I am not sure myself :'D

@j-restlessgeek fair x'D

@anxious-witch This is so interesting since you pretty much just guessed my major x'D Sociology was my favourite topic the year I studied Journalism and after that I moved to study Psychology which is sort of the same thing so kudos to you to read me this well x'D I find it intersting as well that you mentioned me being right in other polls because personally I felt so lost in many of the polls x'D For that reason I tried only tagging on polls I was a bit more sure about and even then it was a lot of following the gut feeling x'D but really I don't mind I see it as a compliment being compared to Bojan :3 xD

And that was this - that was this very long and probably overly detailed rundown of the results x'D Thank you for everybody participating :3

[pyrettawychwiggin]

JJK Men - They Surprise You By Playing An Instrument (With Spotify Links)

Bonus: What do their singing voices sound like? 🎤

Includes: Gojo, Megumi (aged up), Nanami, Geto, Choso

- Each entry has a little mini-story to go along with it. If people enjoy this series, I may write a series about their reactions to you surprising them with your musical skills.

If y'all want to see entries for other characters that haven't been listed in this post, let me know in the comments and I may continue the series ♡ (Tumblr has a limit on the number of music tracks, so I had to keep it a bit short, here)

• Part 1 - Surprising You (Gojo, Megumi, Geto, Kento, Choso)

• Part 2 - Coming Soon...

Entries are below the cut.

Gojo Satoru | Multi - Talented

Gojo is a jack of all trades, but a master of none (aside from his vocals, which are completely flawless). He can play a little bit of everything from piano to guitar, from drums to violin. He also plays a small amount of a few assorted instruments like the theremin and the accordion; not because he wanted to specifically learn how to play them, but for the sole purpose of breaking out one of those skills to shock and amuse the people around him. That's just how he rolls (that and he doesn't keep at each instrument for long before he loses interest and moves on to something else).

Can he sing? 🎤 His singing is his best instrument by far. Between his effortlessly cool demeanor and natural vocal chops, he's basically an idol; and he has the dance moves to match. His voice is smooth, and he is always perfectly on-key, even if he's dancing. While he can pull off any style of music, pop (specifically k-pop and j-pop) is where he shines the most.

('Open Mind' - WONHO)

Preface: you and Gojo have known each other for a couple years, and he has been particularly flirty with you for the past few weeks, turning what was a casual friendship into an ongoing game of cat-and-mouse to see who'll confess their feelings first.

You and Satoru sat side-by-side in the karaoke booth with your drinks, joking and laughing about your latest mission. It was karaoke night, and everyone was letting loose, belting out some classics and getting completely wasted.

"Yeah, no - I was out," you laughed. "Like, out-out."

"Just like that?!" Satoru let out a mock gasp. "I thought you were supposed to be invincible! That curse should've taken you five minutes tops."

"Um. Excuse me - that was a special grade, thankyouverymuch," you flicked the sorcerer on the forehead with a fake scowl. "Not all of us can be 'the strongest,' yeah?"

"So what happened next?" Satoru chortled, resting his chin on his knuckles as he gave you his rare, undivided attention. "You know - after you had your gorgeous ass handed to you."

"Pfft - well, Nanami managed to save my gorgeous ass right in the nick of time," you guffawed, taking another gulp of your drink. "He's a stick-in-the-mud, but damn if he isn't the most efficient sorcerer I've ever met."

"Second most efficient...?" Satoru leaned against your shoulder, pulling the side of his blindfold down to reveal a single blue eye with impossibly long snow-kissed eyelashes, batting it comically up at you with a pout.

"I said what I said," you poked him in the nose and stuck out your tongue.

"E m o t i o n a l d a m a g e !" He cried with an expression of mock horror before gesturing to himself with a flourish. "You really gonna pick Nanamin over all this?!"

Before you could answer, one of your colleagues called out. "Gojo! You're on-deck!"

"Yeah! Got it!" Satoru waved at the voice before returning his attention back to you, winking with a smirk. "Any requests?"

"My vote's for 'Barbie Girl," you shrugged with a sly grin. "But I've got half a mind to dare you to Rickroll the place. I've never even heard you sing, come to think of it."

"You're in for a treat then, sweetness."

He slid out of his seat and stretched, blowing you a kiss before setting his blindfold on the table in front of you. He gave you a knowing smile with a wink of his devastatingly blue eyes, and you shook your head with a blush. He knows exactly what those eyes do to me. Bastard...

You watched him take his place in front of the small, familiar crowd, raising an eyebrow as he settled into a starting pose, microphone in-hand.

As the music started playing, you raised an eyebrow at Satoru's perfect, suave dance maneuvers, but this wasn't overly surprising. You'd been out dancing with him before, so you already knew he had moves - but when he opened his mouth and started singing, your jaw hit the floor.

Every note was perfect, almost as if he was lip-syncing, but you could never mistake the energy and charisma of his voice, even when he sang. Despite the fact that he was dancing perfectly, his tone never wavered in the slightest. You found yourself cheering him on alongside your colleagues when the music swelled into an interlude.

He approached your section of the table, making direct eye contact with you as he continued, leaning over the surface and drifting his hand across your cheek as he sang directly to you. He hovered an inch away from your lips before returning to the floor to finish the song, leaving you breathless.

He hit his final pose to enthusiastic applause and handed the microphone to the next person. Settling back into the booth beside you, he let out a puff of air to flutter his bangs out of his crystalline eyes.

"Be honest - you're a Gojo stan, now," he chuckled, tossing his arms behind his head with a prideful wiggle.

"This booth is way too small for your ego to get any bigger than it already is," you teased. You grabbed his blindfold and started fitting it over his head, pulling it down over his eyes before leaning in and planting your lips softly on his. The moment your mouth was on his, it's as if he had been waiting for this moment all his life, sparing no time in wrapping one arm around your waist to pull your chest into his, his other hand resting on your jaw so he could deepen the kiss. When you started to pull away, he pulled your head right back, kissing you with a hunger that made your head spin. "Not done, yet."

The two of you basically made out for a few more minutes before you finally stopped, breathing heavy, forehead-to-forehead. Satoru let out a breathless chuckle.

"I need to sing for you more often..."

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Megumi Fushiguro | Cello

Preface: you and Megumi have been acquaintances for a while, but have started to get closer over the past year. You are both comfortable around the other's presence, and while you both clearly seem to have deeper feelings for each other, you've both been dancing around the idea of 'more' for weeks, maybe even months.

('Darkside - For Cello and Piano' - GnuS Cello)

You waited at the foot of the makeshift stage, holding your breath as you took in the sight before you. Megumi, who you've known since you started training as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, sat in the center of the stage, a ebony black cello propped between his legs and rested gently against his chest as he waited for the cue from the piano track. When his eyes found yours in the crowd, they widened as if he hadn't expected to see you there. You gave him a subtle smile and two thumbs of encouragement, causing him to avert his gaze with what looked like a sheepish pout as his nose and cheeks took on a reddish hue. He was more comfortable around you than most people, but when you looked at him with so much adoration, it made his heart tighten in the most wonderfully uncomfortable way.

Otherwise, his face seemed calm, but you could tell he felt as though he'd never felt more uneasy than he did in this moment. You, just like every other senior student, had been roped into this impromptu 'talent show' by one of your more... eccentric instructors. They had cited their reasoning as a team-building exercise, or some sort of comradery-based activity, but it had you all scrambling to think of how to avoid making complete asses of yourself in front of your peers. You counted yourself fortunate that you had already gotten your own performance out of the way the day before.

The last thing you (or anyone, really) had expected was for Megumi to show up at all, much less with an instrument.

From the first series of notes, Megumi's skill was apparent. Each note was measured, smooth, resonant and precise - his fingers pressing on the neck, his eyes closed so as to block out the hundreds of eyes that were on him. Despite the fact that you could almost hear him internally cursing the instructor for putting him in this position, each note was expressive and filled with grace.

As he allowed the final note to ring throughout the crowd, his eyes opened to find yours once more. The crowd erupted in shocked applause, but in this moment, all he could focus on was you as you clapped and beamed up at him with pride and awe. You saw the faintest ghost of a smile before he stood and stalked off stage.

You continued to watch the performances, still reeling from Megumi's song, when you felt a presence beside you. Turning to see Megumi standing with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the stage, seemingly avoiding looking directly at you as you practically bounced with excitement. Feeling your eyes on him, he scowled and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't. Say. A. Word."

"Say what? I wasn't going to say anything," you whispered nonchalantly, turning back to the stage, but keeping your sidelong grin at him. You waited for his shoulders to start to relax when you continued. "But I mean...you were amazing."

Megumi grumbled and shook his head, playfully bumping against your arm with his own, letting out a snort of derision to your praise with an eyeroll, but seeing the ghost of a smile on his lips and the persisting pinkness in his cheeks, you could tell he was quietly elated. You couldn't help but notice that he remained with his arm against yours, subtly enjoying the feeling of being a little closer to you. In a moment of boldness, you slid your hand into his, half-expecting him to pull away, but he wordlessly laced his fingers with yours. Gently leaning your head on his shoulder, you smiled as you felt him rest his chin on the top of your head, resting his lips against your hair with the ghost of a kiss. When he spoke, he was so quiet that you almost didn't catch it.

"I'm glad you liked it."

('Engravings' - Ethan Bortnick)

Can he sing? 🎤 If he really tried? Sure. But he doesn't like to, nor does he want to. The most you'll get out of him is a low hum that is barely audible, and even then, you'd only hear it if he was sure no one was in earshot. If he were to really sing, he would have a warm tone with a breathy rasp to it that would give his vocals a unique edge.

The first time you heard him sing was about three years into your relationship. He had recently given you the key to his apartment so you could come and go as you pleased. You'd decided to head over one evening, but he hadn't gotten the text notification from you that said you were coming over.

As you unlocked the door and cracked the front door open, you could hear the sound of a fast-paced song with chaotic piano notes and a deep beat. As you headed further into the house, you started to hear a voice singing and you could hardly believe what you were hearing.

He has fantastic speakers; it's as if the singer is right here in the apartment with us...

As you cracked open the door to the room the music was coming from, your heart leapt into your throat. The voice wasn't from the singer - it was Megumi himself, completely unaware that you were watching.

You debated with yourself as to whether or not you should tell him you had arrived when he turned to see you and nearly shit bricks.

"Shit!" he hissed, scrambling to turn off the music. "Don't you knock?!"

"Sorry, baby," you couldn't help but laugh, seeing his face go completely red, folding his arms, utterly mortified. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, feeling him slump over your shoulder with a groan. "I did text you. If it's any consolation, I thought you sounded great."

"Well, don't get used to it..." he grumbled.

Going forward, you would only hear him sing a small handful of times, and it was only ever around you, but you liked hearing it nonetheless.

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Nanami Kento | Piano

Preface: you and Kento have been in a relationship for about one year at the time of this story. The two of you are about to take your very first vacation together to celebrate your first anniversary, but mother nature has other plans.

('Kiss the Rain' - Yiruma)

Heavy raindrops beat mercilessly against the windows of the airport gate's observation area. You and Kento waited patiently in the seating area for your flight that had already been delayed by two hours. He sat comfortably with his right leg crossed over his left, an arm rested on the top of the chair behind you, fingers trailing idly along the outside of your arm, the other holding a book open, tilted slightly your way so you could follow along. You'd been resting your cheek on his shoulder, reading contentedly with him when the all-too-familiar sound of an incoming announcement rang through the airport.

'Attention, passengers. Flight JAL10 to Kuantan has been delayed due to poor weather conditions. We are expecting an extended delay of approximately two hours. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience and appreciate your patience. Please see our customer service desk if you have any questions or concerns. Thank you for flying with us today.'

A collective groan sounded among the passengers at your shared gate. You exchanged a look with Kento as you both let out a sigh.

"I guess we're going to be here for a while," you sighed and eyeballed the remaining pages of the book to see you'd both already read through nearly three quarters of it. "We need to read slower."

He chuckled and placed the ribbon bookmark between the pages, shutting it and tucking it away in the carry-on bag.

"We've already been sitting here for over two hours, love. Let's stretch our legs."

"Good call." You rose to your feet and stretched with a yawn. "I think the airport coffee shop should be opening soon, anyways. I could use the pick-me-up."

"We have plenty time," Kento replied, checking his silver wristwatch. "Let's start making our way over there."

He offered his arm to you with an easy smile. You looped your arm into his and matched his stride. As the two of you walked side-by-side, you passed by what appeared to be a grand piano, set to the side of the walking area. Beside the piano was a sign that read.

'Free to play; please be respectful.'

Kento started making his way over to the piano, sitting on the bench. You followed suit, taking a seat beside him.

"This is a Steinway & Sons grand..." He took a moment to appreciate the quality of the instrument. "They must be insane; putting this out for public use like this."

"Kento, do you play?" you asked, watching him place his nimble fingers on the keys.

"It's been a while," he replied. "I'm not sure how much I'll remember. Let's see.."

You listened in awe as he started to play, each note resounding throughout the large, empty hall. His fingers glided along the keys in a way that made it look effortless. The expressions that often stayed hidden behind his carefully-maintained professional exterior bled through every note he played in a way that made your heart swell.

It took you about a minute to realize where you'd heard this song before.

(1 Year Ago...)

The two of you had been sent abroad to hunt down a particularly nasty curse, and after a successful mission, he'd asked you out to dinner to celebrate.

Kento had always been a gentleman to you, but things felt different that night. You'd agreed to meet in the hotel lobby so you could head to the restaurant together, but he had specifically instructed that the restaurant was high-end.

"I've already gotten the funds approved," he'd said before you could retort. "It'll all be covered as a business expense, seeing as how we finished up here two days ahead of schedule."

After having one final look at yourself in the mirror, you silently hoped what you chose would be appropriate. As you walked down the stairs of the lobby and saw his expression glow when his eyes landed on you, you knew you'd chosen well.

"You..." He was lost for words as you approached him, trailing off for a moment before regaining his composure. "Er, you have good taste."

"Thank you," you chuckled, reaching out to straighten his tie after noticing it looked a little askew. He averted his eyes and cleared his throat, ears turning bright red at the intimacy of your actions. "You have good taste as well, Nanami - as always."

"There's no need to be so formal with me tonight." He offered his arm to you with a rare smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Call me Kento."

When you'd arrived at the restaurant, you'd realized that spending time with Nanami...Kento, was as easy as breathing. It was a rare sight to see him relaxed since 90% of your time spent together was at work. Yet here, off the clock, he wore a soft smile, and he seemed far less rigid than usual.

As a beautiful song started playing from the piano by the dance floor, he'd surprised you by rising from his seat and offering his hand to you.

"Dance with me?"

As if your body was moving on it's own, you followed him onto the dance floor. He gently twirled you into his arms, leading you in a waltz, his firm but gentle hand rested on the small of your back, his other hand holding yours. You remember looking up into his eyes, hardly recognizing the man staring back at you. Seeing him without his tinted glasses was already a rare occasion, but seeing such tenderness in his otherwise ice-cold expression was practically unheard of.

You rested your cheek against his chest and were met with a low chuckle as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"I've wanted to take you out like this for some time," he said finally, not missing a beat as he continued to dance with you. "I know this might be a bit forward of me to ask, but..."

You peered up at him curiously, waiting for him to continue.

"Would you be opposed to allowing me to take you out like this more often?" He asked, eyes full of sincerity. "Perhaps in a more romantic capacity?"

You thought your heart would leap out of your chest on the spot. Beaming up at him, all you could muster was a giddy nod and, "Kento...I'd love that."

He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and stopped moving, the other couples continuing to dance unawares around you. As far as you were concerned, in this moment, there was only the two of you. He held your hand to his chest and, slipping the other by the line of your jaw, he started to bring his face closer to yours, waiting for you to close the distance further - or to push him away. You lifted onto your toes to meet his lips with your own, sharing in your first kiss; the first of many to come.

As you slipped back into the present moment, it dawned on you.

He's playing the song we had our first slow dance to...

As he played the last note, he kept his fingers rested on the keys, allowing the echo to fade.

"Kento..."

He turned to meet your gaze but gasped when he noticed your eyes welling with tears.

"Honey, are you alright?" he brought his hands up to your cheeks, gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, eyes filled with concern. "Why are you crying?"

"I remember that song...and you played it so beautifully..." you mumbled, bumping your forehead into his chest to hide your face. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "You never told me you were a pianist."

"I'm not a pianist - I just happened to learn how to play when I was younger." He gently ran his hand down the back of your head, whispering in your ear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

You sniffled and peeked up at him from his chest. "...do it again."

Your reaction earned you a rare laugh from Kento as he brought your chin up to meet his gaze before planting a feather-soft kiss on your lips. "Anything for you, love. What do you want to hear?"

('9 Crimes (Demo)' - Damien Rice)

Can he sing? 🎤 He's not bad, actually! His voice is best-suited to acoustic, soft grunge and indie rock. He has a sharp, nasally quality to his voice, but he's able to maintain slightly deeper registers smoothly and with ease. Though he enjoys singing when he's certain he's alone, he does NOT want anyone else hearing him sing since it makes him feel silly.

However, one night in particular, you and a tiiiiiiiiny handful of coworkers actually got to hear him sing once at karaoke, but everyone was so drunk neither he nor anyone else really remembers, but seeing as how you were the designated driver that night, you remember every little detail. You remember Gojo attempting to prank Kento by swearing up and down that you had a thing for men who could sing, thinking he'd make an ass out of himself, and to everyone's drunken shock, he managed to belt out the sweetest cover of '9 Crimes' you think you've ever heard. Everyone cheered, but no one cheered more enthusiastically than you did (except maybe a very proud, intoxicated Gojo who gushed something about how your babies would be beautiful AND talented).

The next day, you had mercy for a very hungover Kento who filed through paperwork at his desk, but you were softly humming the song under your breath to yourself throughout the day.

The two of you actually started dating about a month later. Eventually, you did tell him about that night, and he was completely mortified. However, when you insisted that you wished he would sing more, and that you actually loved how he sounded, it was one of the few times you've ever seen the unshakeable Nanami Kento truly flustered.

"Yes, well..." he pinched the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat. "I suppose, if it's only for you, I can be convinced..."

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Suguru Geto | Shamisen

Preface: Suguru, who you've been dating for a just shy of a year, hasn't been himself, lately. The only thing in life he's been able to find solace in has been spending time with you. For the past few weeks, he's been unable to fall asleep without you in his arms, so you've been spending your evenings with him.

('Furinkazan -Tsuki Sayu Yoru-' - Hiromitsu Agatsuma, Chen Min, Akira Senju)

You had curled up with Geto on his bed, his head resting on your chest while his arms tugged tightly around your waist to hold you close. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep as he sought out his peace by listening to your steady heartbeat and took in the familiar sensation of your warmth.

This was how you had been spending most of your evenings lately; curled up with your boyfriend, helping him fend off the insomnia that had been brought on by his most-recent trauma. Even when he did fall asleep, sometimes he would wake up with a gasp, having returned to that awful memory that made him feel this way to begin with, but it was better than no sleep at all. By this point, you'd had returned to your own room, and he'd have to try to fall asleep again without you.

While you relaxed in comfortable silence, your eyes were drawn to an object in the room that hadn't been there the last few times you'd been over. A snakeskin stringed instrument resting on a wooden stand in the corner of the room.

"Geto, baby?" you whispered.

"Hm?" he hummed, tilting his chin up to look at you, a faint smile barely visible through his tired, bloodshot eyes. "Yes, my dear?"

"When did you get that?" you asked, tilting your chin over to the instrument.

"Ah, my shamisen?" he yawned. "I've always had that. Well, at least, ever since I was very young."

"I didn't know you played any instruments!" You snuggled him closer to you. "Is there anything you can't do?"

"Well, I can't stop loving you," he chuckled, climbing up to trap you under his arms, lowering his face to hover over your own. "Does that count?"

"I don't think it does," you giggled, blushing and snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer for a quick kiss. "But I suppose I'll allow it."

"Kind of you," he whispered, returning his lips to yours and deepening the kiss before pulling away and rolling over to lie beside you, stroking your cheek with a soft smile.

"Can you play something for me?"

"Hmm..." Geto put a finger to his chin and regarded you with a fox-like grin. "Maybe. On one condition."

"Name it."

"Will you stay the night?" He asked quietly. Despite the grin that still painted his lips, you could see a sincerity in his eyes that was filled with genuine hope. Your heart skipped a beat at the implications of his request. Though you knew his request wasn't filled with any hidden intentions, he had to know how suggestive that sounded. "I promise I'll be on my best behaviour."

"Your best behaviour?" You chided and raised an eyebrow in jest. "That's no fun."

"Hah!" Geto let out a genuine laugh and bunted his forehead against yours with an affectionate nuzzle. "You're always so feisty."

"I will, though..." you spoke softly, feeling a heat in your cheeks, your skin tingling with excitement. "Stay the night, I mean."

"That's my darling." Geto pulled your knuckles up to his mouth and planted a kiss on them, holding your gaze for a few seconds before sitting up and walking across the room to pick up the instrument, settling on the floor and adjusting the tuning pegs with ease. You crawled over to sit in front of him, waiting with bated breath to hear him play.

As he started to strum the first few notes, your eyes widened, watching him expertly moving his fingers along the strings. Each strum was clean and clear; he played with the confidence of a practiced professional, eyes closed and a soft expression on his face. The only other times you'd seen him look this peaceful were when he was asleep in your arms; he was the absolute picture of serenity in this moment.

As he continued, his song became more complex and passionate, the tempo picking up, his brow furrowing only slightly as he continued to lose himself in his melody. His body swayed with the growing intensity of the final section of the song. As he strummed his final notes, he remained silent for a few seconds as you regarded him with breathless delight. When he opened his eyes, his gaze met yours and he smiled when you started clapping softly.

"Geto!" You gasped, bring your hands up to your lips. "That was incredible! You're incredible!"

"You flatter me far too much, my dear," he chortled, carefully resting the shamisen back on it's stand and offering you a hand so you could stand with him. He pulled you up into his arms and held you closer. "Still, your praise means more to me than most. Thank you."

You don't know how long he held you close to his chest like that, but you could have stayed in that moment forever if he'd let you. All too soon, he pulled away, leading you back to the bed.

"Shall we get comfortable, my dear...?"

('Letter' - VIINI)

Can he sing? 🎤 He is shockingly good. The rich, smooth tone of his voice melds well with Gojo's, and technically speaking, he may even have better range than Gojo. If Gojo is the pop star with the best upbeat hits and dance moves, Geto would've been the pop star with all the heart-breaking ballads. He unfortunately doesn't sing much, but he'll sing something for you in private anytime (especially since he knows how it makes your heart melt).

The first time you heard him sing was during your early days together when you'd just started spending time with Geto and Satoru. You and Geto hadn't started anything romantic, but there had been some friendly flirting and joking back-and-forth for a while. They'd invited you out for karaoke night with a few other sorcerers from the institute. You'd spent most of the evening enjoying watching the others perform, but when Gojo took the stage with a mindblowing performance that had you captivated, Geto decided he needed to show him up a little. You'd already been thoroughly impressed by Satoru's song, but as soon as Geto started singing, your jaw dropped and you're fairly certain you fell hopelessly in love on the spot.

He stayed seated on the stool with the microphone, but he made a point of holding your gaze the entire time, no matter how red your cheeks got. When he finished the last note, he took a seat by your side and wrapped an arm around you.

"What the hell was that?" you gasped.

Geto just chuckled and planted a kiss on the tips of your fingers.

"Well, I couldn't have you falling for Satoru without throwing my own hat in the ring." He tilted your chin up to face him with a smirk. "What did you think?"

"..Satoru who?" you sputtered, earning you a burst of laughter from Geto. You could hear Satoru from across the table whine 'hey!'

"That's my darling," he sighed, bringing your lips closer to his. "Come here..."

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Choso Kamo | Erhu

Preface: You and Choso have become extraordinarily close, and while you've been tip-toeing the line between friendship and romance, neither of you have managed to take the next step to actually define your relationship further. You are trying not to put any pressure on him as he's just learning how to really be human for the first time in his 150 years; and he is terrified of scaring you off, having convinced himself that there's no way in hell you feel the same about him, deciding he just needs to be happy with what he already has with you.

Everyone else already seems to be under the assumption that you're a couple since one is rarely (if ever) seen without the other.

('To Love's End' - Eliott Tordo)

"Have you picked up any hobbies, yet?"

"Hobbies?" Choso tilted his head curiously, uncertain of how to answer. "What do you mean by hobbies?"

"Well, er...what do you like to do?" You asked, gazing up fondly at the branches of the oak tree above your heads. "For fun, I mean?"

"Ah, for fun." Choso thought for moment. "Does training count as a hobby?"

"Training?" You chuckled. "I guess you could count that, though, I was talking more about things like arts, crafts, playing games; maybe music, even."

"Oh, I see." Choso put a finger to his lips, feeling a little lost on what to say. "I can't say I've really tried any of those things. Not yet, anyway."

He was about to ask what you did for fun when he noticed your eyes focus on something behind him just beyond the walkway of the park. A street performer had set up on the green space with a cherry wood violin, playing for passersby to hear. When he turned to face you again, he noticed your eyes sparkling with delight.

"Wow..." you sighed. "She's really good!"

The two of you spent another hour or so chatting and enjoying the spring weather on your favourite bench when you noticed the sun had started to set. It wasn't uncommon for you two to lose track of time here since this was one of your favourite places to spend time together.

"It's starting to get late," you yawned, stretching your arms above your head. "I ought to head back."

"Let me walk you home," Choso said quickly, rising to his feet, reaching out to help you up.

"O-okay..." you replied shyly. You counted yourself fortunate that your friend seemed oblivious to the way he made your heart swell with his thoughtfulness. I've met people who have been part of human society all their lives who could learn a thing or two about kindness from you, Choso...

As Choso walked you home, he was even quieter than usual, contemplating what the two of you had talked about during your day together. Once you'd arrived at your house, you reached out to give him a friendly hug. He held you only slightly longer than usual before you both let go. You bid him goodnight, turning and disappearing beyond the threshold. I can't quite explain why, but...

He turned and started making his way to the shopping district.

The way their face lit up when they were watching that street performer... He'd arrived at a local music shop, walking in and bowing in response to the shopkeeper's greeting. I want them to look at me like that.

He browsed the options, asking the shopkeeper for advice, hearing them play samples on each instrument that piqued his interest before he'd decided on one that sounded the most pleasing to his ear.

The erhu.

(1 Year Later...)

Choso had made practicing the erhu a daily part of his routine. Between reading books, watching instructional videos online, and through simple trial-and-error, he'd managed to get a fantastic handle on it. He'd spent the past few months in particular learning how to play a song that made him think of you.

He'd tried to work up the courage to show you; to use it as a chance to finally tell you what he'd been feeling for so long, but he'd lose his nerve every time. He eventually started to resign himself to the fact that maybe his nervousness was a sign that it would be unwise to reveal his feelings to you at all. After all, aside from Yuji, you'd become the only other person that he felt truly at home with; he couldn't stomach losing that.

"What's eating you?" A familiar voice snapped him out of his reverie. Choso looked to the side to see Yuki sliding up to the bar beside him, flagging down the bartender to order a drink. "You look even more morose than usual."

"Oh, Yuki; hello..." Choso greeted her with a faint smile before sighing and resting his chin on his knuckles. "I'm just...feeling a little stuck on something."

"I'm all ears," she said simply, shrugging. Choso was silent for a moment, but she waited patiently for him to continue.

"Being human is..." He began finally. "More complicated than I had ever imagined."

"Hah. Tell me something I don't know," she sighed with a wry smile, thanking the bartender with a wink when he slid her glass of wine her way. "You wanna be a little more specific, though?"

"I have this...friend," he started, shaking his head in confusion as he spoke, searching for the words that seemed to evade him. "Well, they're more than that, I think. At least, I want them to be more than that."

"I thought you were already together," Yuki raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "You two are practically attached at the hip - we all just kind of assumed."

"No, no," he chuckled, looking into his half-empty glass before his momentary amusement was overtaken by a frown. He explained to Yuki that he'd spent the past year learning to play an instrument in hopes of impressing you, and she practically burst out laughing.

"You mean to tell me you put your blood, sweat and tears into learning a skill like that just to impress them?" She shook her head in disbelief. "And they still haven't figured out how you feel?"

"Well, they don't know that I've been learning..." He replied sheepishly. "I wanted to surprise them with it. I just don't know if it's a good idea."

"Alright, look," she cleared her throat and downed the remainder of her already nearly-empty glass. "Nothing worth doing is ever easy. Okay, so you're nervous. Big deal."

Choso was taken aback by Yuki's bluntness, not knowing how to respond.

"Sometimes, you just need to take a deep breath and just try," she put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a shake of encouragement. "Besides, knowing them, even if they didn't feel the same - they're not the kind of person to hold it against you. Whether you're in a relationship or not, a friendship like that isn't so easily shrugged off."

"I suppose that makes sense," Choso sighed, still feeling uneasy about the whole thing.

"I've seen the way you two are together," she smiled, turning to stand before leaving him with one final thought. "Put yourself out there. See what happens. And if it all goes to hell, at least you'll have your answer. Good luck, big guy."

With a wave and a smile, she returned to her friends' table, leaving Choso alone with his thoughts.

He downed the remainder of his drink and pulled out his phone, setting it on the counter and staring at it for a few seconds.

Just put myself out there... He gulped. Picking up his phone, he brought up your message thread and took a deep breath, willing his fingers to type despite his trembling nerves. See what happens...

'Will you meet me at the usual place tomorrow at sunset?'

'Sure, Cho! Let's go for boba after, too!'

He chuckled at your usual thoughtfulness.

Yuki's right. Even if they don't feel the same, they wouldn't be cruel to me. Whatever they decide, I can respect their decision - as their friend or as something more...

(The Next Day)

Choso arrived at the base of the oak tree and hour before sunset, his erhu leaning against the trunk of the tree. The park was nearly empty, save for a small handful of stragglers, still waiting out the last couple hours of daylight before making their way home for the night. He fidgeted with the small bouquet of flowers he'd picked up on his way here, after getting some last-minute advice from Yuki.

They shouldn't be here for another half hour... He gulped, his leg bouncing nervously as he attempted, unsuccessfully to calm himself. I don't think I've ever been so nervous...

He sighed and brought his erhu out of it's case, carefully setting the bouquet down at the foot of the tree trunk. I have been finding that playing seems to calm my nerves. Maybe I'll feel better after I've practiced the song one more time before they get here...

Choso prepared the instrument, ensuring it was properly in-tune, settling into a playing position. By this point, the park was completely empty. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, starting to play the song, his thoughts filled of nothing but you. Allowing himself to get lost in the song, he didn't realize that you had already started to approach.

You heard him before you'd seen him. Walking along the pathway, the air was filled with a beautiful sound that almost seemed to transcend time and reality itself. In awe, you continued along the way until he was in view.

And then you saw him.

Just up the hill, under the oak tree, he stood, playing the most beautiful song you'd ever heard, completely unaware that you were watching. Careful not to disturb him, you decided to get closer, settling to sit on your knees on the soft grass in front of him.

He was beautiful.

As he drew out the final note, he let out a long, deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. When he looked down to see you gazing up at him, he gasped and nearly dropped the instrument.

"That was beautiful..." You sighed dreamily, beaming at the panicked man before you.

"No, no, no..." He stammered, shaking his head frantically as he set the erhu aside, quickly grabbing the bouquet and turning to face you. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this..."

"Huh?" You tilted your head in confusion. "What wasn't supposed to happen?"

"I-I got these for you," he stammered, dropping to his knees so he could be eye-level with you on the grass, offering you the fragrant bouquet of blood chrysanthemum and laceleaf.

"Cho..." you gasped, gently taking the bouquet in your arms. "That's so sweet of you! But...what's the occasion?"

Choso continued to trip and stumble over his words, hardly making any sense the long he went on.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," you hushed him with a hand on his shoulder, holding eye contact with him to keep his attention on you, settling the bouquet on your lap. "Breathe with me for a moment, okay?"

"But I-"

"Breathe, Cho," you stressed. "Catch your breath, then start from the beginning. I'm not going anywhere."

"I...alright." He closed his eyes and breathed in deep through his nose, then out through his mouth, repeating this process a few times until he found his center. When his eyes opened, they were still filled with what you could only describe as a sort of...fear. But at least he was calm. "I had everything planned out."

You were unsure where this was going, but waited patiently for him to continue.

"Do you remember back when you asked if I'd had any hobbies; do you remember that musician that performed here that day?" He asked, looking up at you from under his eyebrows. You smiled to yourself, giggling internally at his puppy-like expressions; but you simply gave him a nod. "I remember how you looked at them with this manner of...adoration; and I...I wanted you to look at me like that."

"Choso..." you began, feeling your cheeks flushing with anticipation. "Are you telling me you've been teaching yourself to play that instrument for me?"

"I'm sorry..." He gulped and simply nodded, reaching out to take your hands in his own. "I value our friendship, you know that; and I always will if that's all it can ever be."

"...but?"

"But I want us to be more than that; more than friends." You were taken aback by the earnest way he spoke to you, holding your hands up to his chest so you could feel his heart pounding. "I know I still have so much more to learn about being truly human, and maybe I have no right to ask this of you, but-"

"I love you, Cho." The words left your lips before you had the cognizance to stop them, clasping your hands over your mouth in shock. Choso just gawked at you, wide-eyed and entirely speechless, his usually snow-pale skin flushed bright red. As if his body were moving on it's own, he reached out to take your hands in his once more, and you felt him gently guide you into his arms until you'd settled your cheek against his chest, sitting curled up between his legs.

"I love you..." His voice wavered as he spoke right beside your ear. His arms tightened around you, holding you so tightly you almost felt short of breath. He tilted your chin up with one hand, craning his neck down to hover his lips half an inch away from yours. "So much..."

Then his lips were on yours; soft and unsure at first, then he molded his mouth over yours more passionately, his heart thundering in his chest. He felt as though his skin was on fire in the most addicting way, and no matter how tightly he held you, it was maddening that he couldn't seem to feel you any closer. When you pulled away for air, his eyes fluttered open to meet yours again, both of you panting as though you'd run a marathon.

"I'm so lucky..." He sighed, eyes glossy with tears of bliss. He touched his forehead to yours, reveling in the feeling of closeness he'd been craving with you for so long. "So lucky..."

('Persephone' - Tamino)

Can he sing? 🎤 He can, though he doesn't think he's very good, but as soon as you heard him sing, you know immediately he was being far too uncharitable with himself. He has a warm, deep timbre to his voice that gives you goosebumps, and a rich resonance that comes right from his chest that lends itself well to songs in lower registers. You probably won't ever catch him singing in front of anyone else, but he enjoys singing to you (and even with you, if you also like to sing) since it seems to make you so happy.

The first time you heard Choso sing was when you'd managed to land yourself in the hospital after a particularly nasty solo-mission (this was during the year he'd been learning to play the Erhu). You'd been out for days, but Choso had remained at your bedside ever since you'd arrived, apparently refusing to leave after visiting hours were over.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, you were greeted with the sight of him fast asleep with his head on your lap and his hand on yours. When you softly spoke his name, he stirred for a couple seconds before jolting up.

"You're awake!" he gasped, reaching out to hold your cheek in his hand. "How you do you feel?"

"I've been better" you winced, still feeling the aches in your body. "But I'm glad you're here, Cho."

"Hah..." he sighed, pressing his forehead to yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. "I was so afraid I'd lost you..."

"Never." You have his other hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. He opened his mouth to say something more, but stopped himself.

"What is it?" you asked, casting your gaze into his with concerned curiosity.

"Can I hold you...?"

"Of course you can," you chuckled wryly, feeling your pulse pick up even more. "Just be gentle with me; I'm still pretty sore."

Choso carefully climbed into the hospital bed with you, carefully pulling you into his chest, handling you as though you were made of glass. When he settled, you could hear the steady sound of his deep breaths. He had one arm wrapped around you, holding you close, and the other by your jaw, caressing your cheek with the side of his thumb. You'd never been this close to him - not outside of having given him a friendly hug once or twice. You couldn't help but realize how right it felt to curl up with him like this.

"Are you still tired?" he asked finally. "Can I do anything? To make you more comfortable?"

"You can sing me to sleep," you joked softly, eyelids growing heavy.

"I don't think you'll enjoy my singing..." Choso sometimes didn't quite understand sarcasm right away, and to your surprise, took your request literally. "But I'll try..."

Before you could clarify, he started singing in a soft, deep voice, smoother than silk. You could feel the rumbling of each note through his chest where your head rested. A part of you wanted to listen to him for hours, but the moment soothed you to the edge of sleep within minutes.

"Cho..." you mumbled, only half-conscious. Your next words unintentionally tumbled past your lips, but you were far too tired to stop them, nor would you remember them when you woke up. "I love you..."

He stopped singing immediately, feeling his heart practically leap out of his chest. "What did you say?"

He craned his neck down to see your face, but you were out cold, snoring softly as you remained cuddled into his chest.

Did I hear that right...?

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, admiring your sleeping form before sighing and resting his head on the top of your head, pulling the hospital blanket higher over your shoulders to keep you warm. He whispered the words he'd kept inside for so long, knowing you couldn't hear him, but meaning it with every fiber of his being. He felt a small weight lift off his shoulders, though it would still be quite some time before these words would be spoken outside the ether of blissful slumber.

"I love you...so much..."

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Remember, if y'all want to see entries for other characters that haven't been listed in this post, let me know in the comments and I may continue the series for other characters (Yuji, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Yuki, Toji, etc) ♡

That's all, folks! Thanks for reading!

~ Pyretta Wychwiggin

[djarins-cyare]

Get to Know Me (tag game)

Thanks @burntheedges and @sydneyinacoma for the tags! 💖

I guess I don’t post much about myself on here, so behold the mystery of Jyar’ika revealed under the cut (because I waffle and didn't wanna take up y’all’s dashes)…

Ahh space to include GIFs (*is happy*)...

1. Were you named after anyone? Hmm, that’s a sneaky way to get a name reveal outta me. Alright, I don’t mind… apparently one of the hosts on Blue Peter (the longest-running children’s TV show in the world - you’re not getting an age reveal outta me too!) had a baby just before I was born. Why my parents were watching a children’s TV show I have no idea, but this host evidently wrote/sang some kinda song on air about calling her baby daughter Jemma with a J not Gemma with a G. So I was named after a terribly trite and obscure TV reference that nobody will ever remember. You may call me Jem if you wish, my friends all do, and if you’re bothering to read this then you’re in that category.

(If you're wondering about the GIF, the show was always broadcast live and they had several pets. The outtakes are numerous.)

2. When was the last time you cried? I think I’m weird… I don’t tend to cry? Or only if I’m really really upset. Maybe I’m Cameron Diaz in The Holiday? So yeah, I can’t actually remember 🤔.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, although it’s a fairly recent decision to not have them. I spent much of my life assuming I wanted kids until I realised I had been conditioned by society to think I did. Since I started considering what I genuinely want and need in my life, I’ve never been happier! I'd make an exception to adopt a certain little green guy, though.

4. What sports do you play/have played? Ugh, I hate questions like this. Nope, I’m a lazy asshole and now you all know it 🫣. I mean, I activity-hopped throughout my school years (gymnastics, karate, soccer), but these days I live in front of a computer. My exercise is lugging 24 bottles of water up 4 flights of stairs twice a week.

5. Do you use sarcasm? I’m British. Sarcasm is my mother tongue.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I’m the least observant person ever! So voices a lot of the time, I think. Pretty sure that’s why something clicked inside me as soon as Din Djarin spoke his first on-screen words.

7. What’s your eye color? Depends on the light, but somewhere between dark blue and grey.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I’m an absolute wuss when it comes to scary movies, so I don’t put myself through that. Also, the literature student in me desperately wants to point out that these things are not mutually exclusive, as you can have scary movies with happy endings, so a more appropriate ‘either/or’ scenario would be tragedies or happy endings. But either way, I will say no to the former and yes to the latter. I dislike making myself feel scared or sad – I consume fiction (in all formats) to feel good, so I’ll always look for the positive. I’m currently experimenting to see if I can write a massively angsty fic, and it was supposed to be done by the New Year, but I’m struggling. I will also have to include one of those open-ended ‘maybe it could work out after all’ epilogues. I just can’t leave my characters in pain.

9. Any talents? Not sure what constitutes a talent… I can sing, play guitar, write a longass Din Djarin fanfic that people seem quite keen on, uh… cook, I guess (though I rarely bother), understand quite a few languages (less proficient at speaking them). I’m sort of a jack of all trades, master of none. I would say I have a talent for procrastination – I can complete a whole workday and get barely anything of substance done!

10. Where were you born? In a village outside a town in Surrey, England. It's only about 30 miles from London. Lots of trees. Very dull. I left as soon as I could.

11. What are your hobbies? Writing is my main obsession, specifically Din Djarin-related, of course. Also reading (same genre). Throughout my entire life I’ve enjoyed stories in all formats – reading, writing, watching, listening, proofreading the fuck out of them – so if it’s a good yarn, I’ll have a good time.

12. Do you have any pets? Not currently, my landlord won’t allow it. I used to own 3 rats who were the most adorable boys and so smart – they knew their names, responded to commands, liked to snuggle. When I can finally buy my own place I’ll probably get a dog, as I like pets that listen to you, even if only sporadically. I had a very non-communicative chameleon once. He was called Minion. He was not a good minion.

13. How tall are you? 5’4. Not tiny, but sometimes I have to go up on my tippytoes to reach stuff.

14. Favorite subject in school? English literature (see hobbies question above). When I got to university and enrolled on an English lit/lang degree, I tried to take as many literature courses and avoid the language ones. It wasn’t until years after graduating when I started proofing/editing and writing more seriously that I developed a respect for all the mandatory language courses I had to do. I also liked media studies and film studies; you can guess why. Psychology was interesting too, it’s good to understand human nature if you want to write realistic characters.

15. Dream job? I wish I could write novels for a living. It’s a goal as well as a dream. I know a couple of authors who’ve self-published via Kindle Direct Publishing (I proofread/edited for one of them), and they were successful enough to turn that into their careers. They keep encouraging me to try, although I’m currently in my ‘obsessed with Din Djarin so just writing fanfic to develop my authorial voice’ era. When my obsession wanes, as obsessions inevitably do, I’ll hopefully feel ready to write something original and take my shot. But I’m not pressuring myself, and right now I’m happy attempting to entertain the Mandalorian fan community. I feel safe here 💖

Now I know I’m supposed to tag people since that’s the point of a tag game… but I’m that autistic kid in the corner who is too shy and worried about tagging people who might not reply. So I’m foregoing tags today. But, if you’ve bothered to read this and you haven't already played: TAG YOU’RE IT! That’s me tagging you, please take it seriously and thank me for your tag in your own post (I will be genuinely thrilled if anybody does this, and I’m sending advance love to anyone who does – you don’t know how much it means to someone autistic to have the decision-making element dealt with for them). So go on, now it’s your turn!

[actualbird]

I guess I'll call myself 🔥 anon??? Idk lol. I changed my writing style with that first ask, but whatever. This is important, so who cares.

Anyway, I get it. I come from a family of artists and academics and teachers. My childhood dreams were to be a painter, a marine biologist, or someone super smart with a well-paying job. After that, in high school, my dream was just ATAR. Get a good ATAR score. Be good at learning and be told, "Yeah, you could go to university."

It's a year or so after that goal was set. I'm moving down to general classes and doing things I love more. My business cert is no longer there just to say "I have a certificate", it's because the teacher is one of the nicest teachers I've ever met and I like the class. Take IT because it's easy. Do human biology because you think the immune system is fun. I'm younger than you, sure, but one of the best things I've learned is exactly what that old saying says.

"Jack of all trades, master of none

but better than a master of one."

I'm having the time of my life. Will I end up getting higher education? Probably. Because I want to. Is it okay if I drop a course halfway through and never pick it up again? Is it okay if I have to ask teachers to slow it down?

Totally.

You don't have to be good at school to be good. I'm awful at it, and gifted kid burnout destroyed my life for a while. But I have friends and family who love me, and slowly, I'm learning to love myself, too.

I wish you all the best.

hi again fire!anon i

fully teared up reading this JKHSVJFHDKSDFKJSD

you might be younger but my gosh youre a whole lot wiser than i was when i was at uni age.

youre right and i agree with everything you said. i guess im just still stuck in that weird portion you mentioned of set academic/career goal -> set academic/career goal -> set academic/career goal that now that im in a place where i can start wanting things that are a bit more outside of the usual goals i had before. it's scary as fuck!!! i wish somebody could just tell me what to do instead!!! but i absolutely believe in the essence of doing things because you love them

while im not in class anymore, im a notorious hobby hopper. i learned how to crochet for funsies and i dont anymore but i still loved doing it, i have on and off durations of being obsessed with origami, i keep wanting to learn basic html for website building but keep putting it off because im worried im not smart enough to be able to handle it but honestly, when i have the time and motivation, i should just do it.

im like you in the sense that gifted kid burnout also ruined my life a bit, i think it uh....still is up til now, probably, judging by how badly 90% of my life's decisions are still made on the basis of whether or not i can get A Good Grade At Task HVSLBDFJSDJFK. but eventually, i hope it lessens its hold on me. i think one of the hardest things about going from student to adult was accepting that i cant Get A Good Grade At Life. absolutely mindboggling to me. can someone else please tell me what to do and if im doing good at it? please? i dont think i ever stopped being a student vying for validation. or rather, i havent stopped yet

itd be nice to stop. and just do shit cuz i like it. the idea sounds heavenly to me like a clear day. maybe things will be okay ;-;

i wish you all the best too, fire!anon. thank you <3

[cariboll]

You hate my body

You find it grotesque

But you can’t even see

All the scars that you have left

With your words and your actions

Disallowing anything

That makes me feel like a contributing member

Of your society.

What use is this paper

That calls me a “master”?

A jack of all trades,

But a master of none,

That’s what the saying says

As I struggle to find my place

In a world that won’t look me in the face.

You tell me to go on disability,

On unemployment,

On assistance,

But do you even know what that means?

I don’t qualify

I’m not desperate enough

Not disabled enough

Been out of work for far too long

For anything to assist me.

There’s no money left

To help the poor and desperate

As you give money and guns

To keep the genocide going

While the people cry out

“Enough!”

As you ignore everyone but the monied

And the richly rewarding

And the despotic.

Who are we?

Certainly not The People

Of your precious piece of paper

Dated 4 July 1776

Written and signed by rich white men

Who have not been poor

Who have not been sick

Who have not been told

“Buck up, Kid.”

But I know who you are

You monied and careless and horrid and crass

Who try to spend and save your cash

As fast as the rash

Of thefts made by those who can’t feed their kids

And get arrested by those the people call “pigs”

Who stomp their jack boots down

On the heads of the poor and the black and the brown.

This could go on forever,

But I’m too tired

To enumerate all that you have done

As you kill us,

The masses,

On whose labor you possess

As you grow richer and richer

And we poorer and poorer

Until the day that we are gone

And you no longer have our backs to stand on.

[starrykatamari]

1, 2, 5, 13 for peter <3

1. Why do you like this character?

Because he’s hilarious. He’s this tall, wide, self important prick who thinks he runs the circus while the tigers run loose and the clown is setting the tent on fire. He’s got all the confidence and none of the cards. One foot in the door and one foot in the grave. A comedy of errors, one might say. Jack of all trades and master of none. I could go on.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

The scar next to his nose. I want to know where it came from. Patterson’s face as far as I’ve seen does NOT come with scar included— it seems to be a conscious choice by the makeup and hair department…

Honorable mention would go to how his collar poorly contains his neck.

5. What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Two hit me at once. Once In A Lifetime - Talking Heads and Every Day is Exactly the Same - Nine Inch Nails. Once In A Lifetime for moments of levity (there are very few in this man’s life. I am particularly talking about moments— mostly negative for him— that *I* enjoy and find levity in), and Every Day for the anguish.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Okay I have answers for all this. Emoji that reminds me of him? 😡. Emoticon he’d use a lot? “:-)”. Symbol…a tiger. The symbol of a tiger reminds me of him. Protection but also unpredictability. Regality but also danger. The journey of self-discovery— courage— transformation— and plus, it’s funny to call a guy tiger. Eaaaaaasy there, tiger.

[eruditetyro]

someone could Try calling me untalented but like. what are they going to do. somehow beat the number of things that i'm mediocre at? i'm mediocre at far far too many things for one person's opinion on my level of talent at any given activity to matter. jack of all trades master of none better than a master of one. this is actually what i would recommend if you do feel like your talent at a particular skill is becoming too weighty a part of your personal identity such that someone can break you by insulting it: spend a little bit of time honing or at least dabbling in a different skill.

[contentloadingandstuff]

Hey my man, how are you doing?

Oh, sorry - I forgot to reply to the previous one, assuming you're the same anon. I'm doing neat, although school has been overwhelming me to no end with the amount of work that is expected of me. I have this one teacher, let's call him Robert. Robert is a weird guy - the type of teacher to crack a lot of jokes and do nonsense almost every time he gives a lecture. He likely has ADHD - his mood varies greatly from tired and withdrawn to bursting with energy. He can hardly stick to one topic and starts many things at once, usually finishing just a tenth of what he started. Although he can be funny, he is extremely exhausting. His schedules are messy and he tends to do very weird things, like grading tests at 23:44 the same day - either that or waiting a whole of two weeks to finally get to it. He is hard to comunicate with and plan anything as he is quite the messy person. But that's not the worst - worst is that he is overtly confident in himself, or has a large deficit of self-reflection. Maybe both. He teaches two subjects - history and social studies. He is clearly passionate, but his personality and lack of any deeper knowledge about the subjects (he's the jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none type of guy) make it almost useless. He decided to give us a "thorough preparation" by... Now hear me out. Every week, he tells me (and the people that also take advanced classes) to:

-Take a test from the current topics - Take a revision test - Write an essay - Fill in a 12 page comprehensive worksheet - Attend his activities, during which we analyze a different set of worksheets - Be ready for unannounced oral exams (also comprehensive) Times two, as I have the awful, bad luck of liking the subjects he's teaching. I could say many things here, but I have thought, said, whispered or growled every curse word imaginable (and in Polish that is quite an impressive list!), five times over already. I'll just let you guys draw your own conclusions about if this workload is reasonable. Do also keep in mind that there are four other subjects I need to study at the same time. And somewhere in there I'm supposed to find time to actually take care of myself? And the energy to write? This. This is exactly the reason I decayed so much since the schoolyear began. This is why I sleep less than six hours a day. This is why I'm taking meds. As if I would have the energy to actually give my all with each of these in the first place. This is also the reason why my writing pace slowed down so much, but I still try to find time for it each day. These past few days I have been working on Dark Days for Miko as well as a Necro AU world history timeline and a story quest concept for one of the characters. Anyway, thanks for asking! *To ease your potential doubts - no, I'm not a minor. For obvious reasons you guys have to take my word for it.

[someonestole15]

Radiation hazard

Distance.

Do you ever get the feeling things are going in circles, like anything you do just end up at square one again… No matter how hard I tried, I could not silence my own head to sleep; this laptop has been a literal gold mine of information and opportunities to pursue. Running a company ourselves does seem like a fitting plan, but then again I am not exactly what you might call a born leader.

Hold my own for sure, if things go sideways enough but being who I am… Jack-of-all-trades but a master of none, it will not be guaranteed to lead to success without losses. If someone gives me an order, I can follow it and get out alive. Guess I could be worse at it; I have gotten us here through more than one conflict and lightyears of travel…

Pulling myself up on the chair in the corner of the room, my eyes taking a moment to adapt to the dark after staring at the screen, I spotted Valkyrie looking at me from her bunk.

“Hard to sleep? Don’t blame you, but you should rest.”

“I know… My head has been a mess with incomplete thoughts and questions; stuff on here has helped clear it out a bit. Some of this stuff is missing key pieces of information and digging them out of my own drives has been a nightmare to say the least.”

“Tell you what…” Valkyrie said as she sat herself up and brushed her hair out of her face. “…I can look over some of the stuff while you rest a bit and then tomorrow we can compare notes.”

“I guess… Wake me up if anything catches your eye.”

“Will do.”

With that, we switched places and I laid down on the couch while Valkyrie continued digging through the laptop for anything useful as the night slowly crawled by. Dawn on the horizon, the cool air flowed in through the window as my systems booted back up.

Been a moment since I have felt calm enough to do that, the runtime recommended hours were bypassed several days by now. Blurry vision slowly adjusting, shiver across the spine as the neural pathway received power from my cells, I slowly pulled myself up as the gyroscopes in my struggled to figure out which way gravity was pulling.

Awake and alive, Valkyrie had seemingly fallen asleep at the laptop sometime after I fell asleep; I faintly nudged her shoulder and watched as she shifted away from me, muttering something about a few more minutes in her sleep. Faint pat on the shoulder, there was a knock on the door.

“Morning. Hope you slept well, we have a situation.” Barnett, bags under his eyes and an office shirt with a loosely tied tie, he was accompanied by two other soldiers.

“Guessing you didn’t. Lay it on me.”

“You would not believe. Most of this is still unconfirmed, but we believe there was an attempt at a chemical attack at a nearby nuclear power plant. They had a breach of the perimeter last night and several workers have reported feeling sick in the common areas. Being the closest chemical containment unit, they have requested for help from us.”

“So where do I fit on this?”

“My normal team is out on an operation already and your file states you are familiar with hazmat gear and operations. I know it is a lot to ask, but the Empire has helped you here, this would make us even.”

“Sounds doable, you want me to go in solo or do you have a team?”

“Small squad, some of my best I can spare for an op like this. We’ll provide you the gear and transports; all you have to do is follow along and assist.”

“Alright, I’m in. Give me a moment to wake up Val and we can get going.”

“No need, heard you loud and clear.” Valkyrie said as she walked up next to me. “You weren’t planning on leaving me out?”

“Couldn’t if I tried.” I said back to her jokingly.

“Glad to have you two on this, that site makes a large chunk of power to the surrounding areas so any breach might end up being catastrophic. Follow me.”

Through the corridors and onto another truck, to the command building near the southern edge of the compound, a steady flow of comms chatter and data running through the antennas outside, I felt the burning on the back of hood the moment we stepped through the front doors. High security, we were guided to a small meeting room where the rest of the squad was waiting.

“I trust you have all given the basics, I’d like you meet the crew of Corvus. They will be joining in for this operation.”

Few skeptical looks, whispers gone quiet as we sat down with the rest of the team. ID markers blanked out, no identifying features on the clothing, the stares stopped after the Captain introduced the team members.

Richter, in charge of the op on the site itself. Grizzled face with a lightly shaved beard almost as if his razor had broken or that he was called in before he could finish.

Oscar, chemical expert and scientist, round glasses and barely a movement from him as the captain talked.

Diana, engineer and a researcher with a PHD in different bioweapons, she looked sparingly a lot like Valkyrie but with a dark blond hair tied neatly in a ponytail.

Short introductions, few more whispers as the names Phoenix and Valkyrie were said, quickly brought to silence again as the briefing started.

>>>Operation file, Pale Flame. Recording.

Reactor site 06, known as Alexander in the reports registered unauthorized movement around the perimeter last night around 3:20am, their security teams checked it out and found nothing, a few hours later, the plant staff started noticing a smell in the air that they were unable to pinpoint. At this time, we have confirmed at least six staff to be hospitalized and several more to be evacuated from the site. The security team is currently looking into it but they have requested our help in figuring out what the chemical is and clearing it out if possible. The Team will consist of the Chemical Treatment Operations with assistance from [Corvus], callsign: X-Ray.

You are to meet with the security team near the front entrance and aid in securing the civilians from the site, along with gathering information on what happened. You are access to the plant is currently set to limited as the lockdown is in effect.

Gather your gear, meet up outside in ten, dismissed.

“So why’d they pick you two?” Question from across the room, Richter stood leaning against the desk with a burrowed brow. “We have plenty of experience working as a trio, so why complicate things with two rookies?”

“Far from rookies, Richter.” Oscar stated, signaling Richter to sit back down. “That gear is far from standard issue in any army I know of, so they are probably hired help.”

“Even then, why put them under my wing? I don’t intend to be babysitting when there could be a dangerous chemical out there.”

“Well then it is good to have a mechanical unit on hand.” I said as I lowered my hood and scarf. Few shocked looks, concealed quickly. While I was an older model, android soldiers still uncommon outside of Federation units and are rarely deployed away on missions or released to work alone. “We will follow your orders and assist to complete this operation.”

“That explains why the Captain added you to the roster.” Diana said with a faint smile on her face. “Glad to have you onboard, Corvus.”

“Let’s get this done.”

“Fine, but I don’t have to like that. Follow me; your gear will cover the extremes we currently lack.” Richter said as he pushed the chair under the table and headed out the door.

Down the hall and through a locked door, been in many armories before and this was just another one, kept clean and clear from any unnecessary clutter.

“Right, load up. The plant will be mostly compact corridors so I’d expect SMGs and shotguns, maybe a semiautomatic rifle if you want more range.”

“Guessing you will be using standard issue?”

“Correct.”

Standard issue would be the MPX carbine sitting neatly in the rack but it has been a while since I ran with a shotgun. Versatile for sure but when operating outside, they have their downsides. Inside a building and with a squad to cover ranges, I looked over the shotgun section of the armory, grabbed a few shotguns from the shelves, and lined them up on the table.

“Shotgun, alright. If you wish to take point, you could grab this shield and keep it on hand. Extra weight doesn’t bother you right?” Oscar said as he pulled up a folding ballistic shield from the gear section and placed it on the desk. “Folds up into a neat package and deploys rapidly with space for extra shells and a sidearm.”

“Does take one arm to operate right?”

“Yeah that is the one downside. It does have a brace to support your weapon but a pump action will probably be out of the question.”

“I’ll take the Sierra-12S with the MK26-45 as a sidearm.” Folding stock and blocky design working in both semi and pump action. Should work for breaching rounds and less than lethal loads. Shame really that Mira and Kira did not have any in stock; I would love to add this to the armory…

Pistol then, large frame and in .45, should work fine with the original model designed to replace rifles in support units, although that role was taken by carbines later on. Both fitted with flashlights and a module for reading chemical exposure ahead.

Nevertheless, enough about that for now, I confirmed the loadout selection and received the rest of my gear from the armory. Teal, almost grey hazmat protection gear and a gasmask fitted with a scanner module to aid in low light areas. Along with the usual flashlight on the shoulder strap of the small backpack, seeing in the plant would not be an issue. Shell holders and pouches for medical gear and a wrist mounted PDA to keep track of unit movements; I pulled the coat hood over my head and secured it to the top of the mask as Valkyrie finished up gathering her gear.

Carbine with a one to four times sight and a polymer framed handgun, her jacket was of a lighter color than mine was, fitted with another measurement device that Diana was training her to use.

“Alright final checks people, we’re on in two. Your mask filters will activate if they detect anything unsavory in the air so don’t worry about that, just keep an eye on the duration and get clear before it hits zero.”

“Station, this is X-ray, comms check.”

“Loud and clear, team comms are good. Truck is waiting outside.”

“Roger, we’re moving now. X-ray out.”

What was that thing I kept saying before, a pair of Jacks? I guess this is more a Full house now with a Queen and two Aces. All I have to wonder now is who is counting these cards?