#She is somehow smart yet dumb

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → embarrassing situation

Summary → Peter and you get caught by May.

Peter’s sixteenth birthday had been awkward, to say the least.

May had tried her best to make it memorable—she’d baked his favorite cake, gifted him a new Lego set, and even made sure his friends came over earlier to celebrate with him. Everything seemed to be going fine, that is until the last gift came, when everyone left and it's just May and Peter.

“Happy birthday, Peter!” May beamed as she handed him a small, neatly wrapped box. Peter furrowed his brow, curious, looking up at her suspiciously.

“Uh, thanks, May,” he said slowly, already a little concerned. He tore open the wrapping paper and lifted the lid, only for his face to instantly turn beet red.

“Oh my God, May!” He groaned, his eyes wide as he stared down at the contents of the box—condoms. His whole body felt like it was on fire from embarrassment.

May, leaning casually against Peter's study table, had the audacity to smirk. “What? I just want you to be prepared, Peter,” she said, entirely too calm for his liking. “You’re sixteen now, you’re growing up, and I’m not dumb. Boys your age—”

“May!” Peter flailed, waving his hands as if he could physically stop the words from coming out of her mouth. “Please! I don’t even have a girlfriend!”

May tilted her head and gave him a look, one of those all-knowing, teasing looks that made Peter feel like she could read his mind. “Really? You don’t? So, what about Y/n? Weren't you crushing on her? I literally saw you stutter in front of her when she came over at the party.” Her eyebrows wiggled, and Peter wanted to sink into the floor.

Peter’s face turned an even brighter shade of red—if that was possible. “That’s different! I mean… I haven’t even asked her out yet!” He stammered, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he tried not to make eye contact with May. He glanced at the box in his hands and quickly shoved it behind his back, as if doing that would make it all disappear. “This is... so weird.”

May chuckled, walking over to him, and affectionately ruffling his curly hair. “It’s not weird, Peter. It’s called being responsible.” She softened her tone, looking at him with sincere eyes now. “I just want you to be smart about these things when you’re ready. You’ll thank me later.”

Peter groaned, turning away from her as he tossed the box into the drawer of his nightstand like it was a hot potato. “Yeah, yeah. But for the record, I’m not using them anytime soon. Seriously.”

Exactly one week later, Peter found himself standing beside your locker, nervously shifting from one foot to the other as he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out.

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Now, five months had passed since that nerve-wracking moment when Peter had stammered his way through asking you to be his girlfriend. His hands had been clammy, he couldn’t stop fidgeting, and the carefully rehearsed speech he’d prepared had completely fallen apart when he saw your smile. Somehow, though, despite his stumbling words and flushed cheeks, you’d said yes.

He was convinced his heart had exploded when he heard your response. But there was just one problem.

He still hadn’t told May.

Peter wasn’t actively trying to hide it from her—well, not exactly. He just hadn’t found the right time to bring up the fact that he has a girlfriend. May was great, but he could already imagine the look of teasing glee on her face once she found out, and that thought alone made his stomach twist into knots. So, for now, sneaking around felt… easier. Plus, it wasn’t like he was lying. Well, not much. May thought he was out on patrol today, but instead, he was spending the afternoon with you.

Meanwhile, May was blissfully unaware of Peter’s real plans for the day. She was lounging at home, sipping coffee, when she decided she might as well tidy up his room. After all, Peter was always too busy with school, work, and Spider-Man duties to keep up with it himself. Humming to herself, she stepped into his messy room.

“That boy never cleans,” May muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she picked up discarded clothes from the floor and tossed them into a laundry basket.

As she straightened his bed, something caught her eye—something dark and out of place, sticking out of his closet. Frowning, she walked over to investigate, pulling the item free from the shelf.

A black lacy bra.

May blinked. “What the…?” She stared at it in confusion, her mind racing. When did Peter start collecting bras? No, that can’t be it. Does Peter have a girlfriend? She squinted at the bra, trying to piece things together.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, but as she processed it further, her eyes darted toward Peter’s nightstand. A sudden memory surfaced—the box of condoms she’d given Peter on his sixteenth birthday. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she pulled the drawer open, her stomach in knots.

There it was.

The box, which had once been full, now contained only two condoms. May stood there, staring down at it in disbelief.

“Oh boy…” she muttered to herself, exhaling sharply. She didn’t know whether to be angry that Peter hadn’t told her or relieved that at least he was being safe. Either way, her emotions swirled between concern and amusement. He’s really growing up, she thought, but her protective instincts kicking in.

May sat down on the edge of Peter’s bed, running a hand through her hair. “We’re going to need to have a talk,” she whispered to herself, trying to think of how to approach the conversation. She didn’t want to embarrass him more than necessary, but she also couldn’t ignore this.

Just as she was about to step out of the room, she heard the front door creak open. Voices, low and hushed, floated through the hallway.

Peter and you stumbled inside, locked in a heated kiss. Peter’s hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you giggled into his lips. You barely broke away long enough to whisper, “You sure May isn’t home?”

“She’s at FEAST, don’t worry,” Peter reassured you, his voice rough and breathless as his lips moved down to your neck.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his curls. “Good, because I’ve been waiting all day for this…”

Suddenly, a voice boomed through the house, cutting through the heat of the moment like a knife. “PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!”

Both of you froze in place, your lips barely an inch apart. Peter’s eyes widened in horror as he recognized the voice.

“May,” he whispered, his blood running cold. You quickly pulled away, your face flushed with embarrassment.

May stood at the doorway to Peter’s room, her hands on her hips, her expression a mix of fury and disbelief. The bra dangled from her hand like a smoking gun.

Peter gulped. “I-I can explain.”

May raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room. “Oh, I’m sure you can,” she said, her voice dangerously calm. “But first, care to explain this?” She held up the bra, her gaze shifting between you and Peter.

You winced, your cheeks turning bright red as you avoided eye contact. Peter, however, was already spiraling into full-blown panic mode.

“Okay, okay, listen, May! It’s not—it’s not what you think!” Peter stammered, holding his hands up defensively. “We didn’t… I mean, it’s not like… we just…”

May crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. “Oh really? So you’re telling me this bra just magically appeared in your closet? Why didn't you tell me?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to make things awkward. Y/n and I have been dating for five months, but—”

“Five months?” May interrupted, her eyes widening. “Five months, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

You finally found the courage to speak up. “It’s not Peter’s fault, May. We just… wanted to keep things low-key.”

May’s expression softened, but only slightly. “Low-key doesn’t mean sneaking around behind my back.” She sighed, rubbing her temples. “And don’t think I didn’t notice this either.” She motioned to the condom box.

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh God, this is the worst day of my life.”

May shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite her frustration. “It’s not the worst, Peter. Trust me, I’ve seen worse. But we’re going to have a conversation about this.”

Peter’s head shot up, his face paling. “Oh no, not the talk. May, I’m almost seventeen, please—”

“Exactly, you’re almost seventeen, and that’s why you need this talk.” May’s tone was firm but caring. She turned to you with a sigh.

You shifted awkwardly on your feet, glancing toward the door, clearly wanting to flee. But before you could make your escape, May held up a hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n, stay,” May said firmly, though her voice softened a little. “You’re a part of this too, and I need to make sure you’re okay as well.” She glanced between you and Peter, concern etched on her face.

Peter shot you a helpless look, his eyes wide and pleading. You swallowed nervously and nodded, stepping back to Peter’s side, feeling the heat rush to your face.

May took a deep breath, pulling out the desk chair and sitting down. “Alright. First of all, Peter, you should’ve told me about you two. I’m not mad you’re dating Y/n. What I’m mad about is the sneaking around.”

Peter winced. “I know, I should’ve… I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and I thought… I thought it might make things weird.”

May shook her head. “Peter, I’m your aunt, not your enemy. I’m not here to make things difficult for you. But sneaking around, lying about where you’re going… I’m not okay with that.”

Peter hung his head. “I’m sorry, May. I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m not done,” May interrupted, raising a hand. She then turned to you, her expression softening. “And Y/n, I hope you understand that you’re important to Peter—and that means you’re important to me, too. I’m not mad at you either, but I do need to talk to both of you about… boundaries.”

You felt your face go hot again, but you nodded. “I understand. I just didn’t want to make things awkward with you.”

May gave you a small, understanding smile. “I appreciate that, but what I really care about is that both of you are being responsible. I see you found a way to use those condoms I gave Peter.”

Peter made a noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper, covering his face with both hands. “May, please, no,” he muttered, absolutely mortified.

May ignored his protest and pressed on. “Look, I get it—you’re teenagers, you’re curious, and you have feelings for each other. But I need to know that you’re both being careful and not rushing into anything you’re not ready for.”

Peter peeked through his fingers, his face still flushed. “We’re being careful. I swear.” He shot a glance at you, making sure you were okay with what he was saying.

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we are. We didn’t… it’s not like we’re rushing into anything. We’ve just been… taking our time.”

May looked between the two of you, nodding slowly. “Okay. That’s good to hear. But just so we’re clear, I’m always here if you have questions or concerns. I’d rather you talk to me about things than hide them.”

Peter dropped his hands to his sides, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Okay. We get it, May. No more secrets.”

May’s expression softened further as she stood and approached the two of you. “Good. I trust you, Peter. And you, Y/n.” She gave you a gentle pat on the arm before turning to Peter, raising an eyebrow. “But if I ever find something like this again without knowing what’s going on…” She held up the bra, waving it slightly. “…we’re having another talk. And it won’t be as nice.”

Peter winced, his face burning with embarrassment. “Got it. Loud and clear.”

May sighed and placed the bra back into your hands. “Here, you should take this with you, Y/n. I don’t think Peter needs to be holding onto it any longer.”

You let out a nervous laugh, grabbing it and stuffing it into your bag as fast as you could. “Thanks, May. I’ll… uh, make sure it doesn’t end up here again.”

Peter groaned, rubbing his face. “Please, can we stop talking about the bra now?”

May chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop torturing you.”

Just then, the sound of May’s phone buzzing broke the tension. She pulled it from her pocket and glanced at the screen. “Looks like I’ve got to head back to FEAST. They need me for something.” She looked back at the two of you, her tone softening. “Just… think about what I said, okay? Be smart. Be responsible.”

Peter nodded quickly, clearly eager for this conversation to be over. “We will, May. Thanks.”

With one last look at you both, May gave a nod and headed toward the door. “I’ll be back later tonight. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”

As the door closed behind her, Peter let out a long breath, slumping down on his bed in defeat. “Oh my God,” he groaned, staring up at the ceiling. “That was the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You giggled softly, sitting down beside him and nudging his shoulder. “Well… at least she wasn’t that mad.”

Peter looked at you, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Yeah, I guess. But seriously, how am I ever going to look her in the eye again?”

You laughed and leaned over, kissing him gently on the cheek. “You’ll survive. Besides, now that she knows, we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at the thought, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “That’s true. We could… take advantage of that.”

You raised an eyebrow, playfully nudging him again. “Oh really? After that talk we just had?”

Peter chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. “Well, maybe not right after,” he teased, pressing his forehead against yours.

You laughed, resting your head against his chest as you both lay back on the bed. For a moment, everything was peaceful, the tension from earlier melting away. Peter stroked your hair gently, his breath steady and calm.

“Thanks for staying,” he murmured, his voice soft.

You smiled, your hand resting on his chest as you looked up at him. “Of course. We’re in this together.”

Peter pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “Yeah. Together.”

“Oh no,” Peter muttered, his face paling.

You blinked, sitting up beside him. “What? What’s wrong?”

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Did she take the condoms?”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Why?”

Peter bit his lip nervously and looked at you, cheeks flushing. “She’s out… so, maybe we could c-continue what we planned.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “Peter…”

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[heartsriki]

Under the Autumn Leaves ⌇ 가을

pairing ᝰ nishimura riki x fem!reader ⌇ word count: 1.3k+

𓂃 after an embarrassing moment in class leading Riki to the infirmary, you guys finally have your first heart warming encounter.

⌇… warnings & genre ↺ fluff, school au, cussing, reader is a pushover and oblivious.

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊ my first fic! I had sm fun writing this :) Hope you like it fr!

“You got everything done, right?” she asked, her tone sharp as she stood over you, arms crossed and a piercing glare fixed on your slouched figure.

You looked up from where you were seated on the bench, blinking. Looking away from her, you checked your surroundings, making sure no one was around. “I’m almost done, okay? Just have a few things to finish up.”

It was an everyday occurrence. Someone handed you work, and with zero compensation, you ended up doing it, wanting to live a peaceful school life.

“Hm. Okay then, turn it in as soon as you finish,” she murmured, walking away and eyeing her phone. The crinkle of the autumn leaves followed under her feet.

Sighing, you went back to work. Better to finish now than later, right? You were unaware of the schools notorious delinquent paying close attention to the whole situation. He was always around you, but somehow, you always failed to notice.

Riki scoffed. “For a smart kid, she sure is dumb sometimes.”

If someone were to ask you about Riki, you wouldn’t be able to say much. He was barely at school, but when he was, he was very intimidating yet popular. The only times you would interact were when you got seated next to him constantly to be a ‘good influence,’ but even then, he wouldn’t spare a word.

The bell to return to class rang through the courtyard. You packed up your things quickly and headed to class.

Riki walked into class late as always. As he searched around the classroom, he saw his seat that resided next to yours, but instead of seeing you focused and working as always, you were asleep.

His chest puffed up and down in frustration. Why was he getting so worked up over this random girl?

After an earful from the teacher, Riki sat down in his seat next to yours. He ignored you, surprised at how you hadn’t been caught sleeping yet.

Riki occasionally spared you glances until he examined the shine the sun gave your hair and how peaceful you looked when you weren’t swamped with work for once. Your lips glowed, and your eyebrows were furrowed. You just looked so goddamn beautiful. He gazed at you with conflicted feelings and saw a leaf that got caught in your hair. It was probably from you always sitting under that tree. Your usual spot.

Riki unknowingly reached for it, but that’s when you opened your eyes, squinting, revealing the scene in front of you. “Riki?”

He blinked and looked at his arm near your face. His breath got caught in his throat, which caused him to start coughing furiously.

Hand placed over his mouth, he started looking everywhere but you to cover up his embarrassment.

“Mr. Nishimura, is something wrong?” asked the teacher with concern.

“Yes. Can I go to the infirmary?”

“Go ahead, quickly.”

Riki quickly stood up, leaving without giving you another word.

You sat up with confusion. “What’s up with him?”

Class ended, but for some reason, Riki hadn’t come back since he left. You paid it no attention, though. Riki didn’t like it when people interfered with his business.

You were one foot out of the classroom until your name caught your attention. “L/N, could you please take Nishimura’s stuff to the infirmary?”

“Of course… I can,” you gave a fake smile.

Dragging your arms dramatically back to his desk, you started organizing the stuff into his bag. He took notes today… That’s odd.

You excused yourself and started walking to the infirmary. Seriously, what was the holdup? Is he sick—maybe he passed out? Paranoid thoughts flocked your mind until you came face to face with the door.

Sighing, you placed your hand on the doorknob until you looked through the window. Riki was sitting on the window sill, admiring the view it gave. You never took the time to look at Riki, but he sure is… handsome.

You knocked three times before entering with a shy smile. The look he gave you was as blank as ever. “Hey, Riki. I brought your bag. Is everything alright?”

His gaze followed your figure as you placed his bag on the bed next to him. “Did you take the notes?”

You blinked at him. “No worries, they’re in your bag—”

“Take them,” he whispered in a low, croaky voice, quickly looking away.

Confused, you checked his bag again and pulled out the notes. You skimmed them before realizing these notes were unfamiliar.

“You were asleep when she went over today’s instructions,” Riki looked down at his fingers and started fidgeting with them.

Scanning the notes again, you smiled. “You wrote these for me?”

“No! I mean—yes? I just didn’t want you to bother me about it later, okay?” he clarified quickly.

You felt an unfamiliar warmth in your cheeks and started giggling. Who knew Riki Nishimura, the cold and delinquent big shot, could be so cute?

Riki squinted at you from his perch on the window sill, his sharp gaze making you shrink slightly under its intensity. He started striding toward you, his demeanor making it clear he was about to give you a piece of his mind.

But then he stopped. His steps faltered as he tilted his head, a flicker of amusement breaking into his smile.

“Hold on—” he muttered, his voice laced with suppressed laughter. His hand reached up, plucking a crinkled leaf from where it had been sitting on your head.

Riki couldn’t hold it in anymore. His serious demeanor dissolved as a burst of laughter escaped him, the sound echoing through the room.

“You—how long has that been there?!” You hastily placed your hands over your hair, searching for another one.

Riki teasingly smiled at you, still laughing. “Ever since the courtyard.”

You scoffed. “You just notice everything, don’t you? Ugh, you are so insufferable.”

“Yeah, well,” he smirked, tossing the leaf aside, “you’ll get used to it, pretty.”

— BONUS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Riki dragged himself to the infirmary, a cough still rattling in his chest. He muttered under his breath, “Shit—that was so embarrassing.”

With a sigh, he pushed open the door, only to come face-to-face with the doctor, who raised an eyebrow at his dramatic entrance.

“Nishimura. Long time no see,” the doctor said, leaning back in his chair. “Another fight, huh?” He stood, crossing his arms as he studied Riki.

Riki groaned, flopping onto the bed. “No, no fight. I think I have heartburn. Just give me a pill or something.”

The doctor let out a hearty laugh. “Heartburn? You? Now this is new. What’s going on? Totally out of character.”

Riki huffed, turning his face toward the wall. “There’s this girl… Y/N.”

“Ah, I see.” The doctor’s grin widened as he turned to shuffle some papers on his desk.

“She’s so—”

“Infuriating?”

“Yes! And—”

“Stupid?”

“Not only that, but she’s also—”

“Pretty?”

“Yes—wait, what?” Riki whipped his head toward the doctor, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The doctor smirked knowingly. “I think that ‘heartburn’ you’re feeling is called butterflies, Nishimura.”

Riki rolled his eyes, hitting the pillow beneath his head to make himself more comfortable. “Yeah, no, that’s definitely not it.”

“Sure,” the doctor said with a teasing tone. “Stay here and calm down. I’ll tell your teacher to advise Y/N to come down here with your stuff.”

Riki sat up quickly, panic flashing in his eyes. “What? Wait, really—”

The doctor only flashed him a mischievous look before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.

Left alone, Riki’s nerves got the best of him. He sat up, pulled out his phone, and checked his reflection, fussing with his hair for a moment before realizing what he was doing. With a groan, he threw his phone aside and buried his face in the pillow, letting out a muffled sigh.

“I’m so screwed,” he muttered, flopping back onto the bed, utterly defeated.

[leaawrites]

Silence and Peace

Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like Percy very much, until one quiet night changes everything.

Warnings: use of Y/n, female reader, kinda suggestive, no specific cabin,

Wordcount: 1.8k

I'm back! If you have any requests or whatever, send them in! Though I might need a while to finish stuff right now :(

Btw, thinking of making a part 2 of this? What do you think?

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In the quiet hours of Camp Half Blood, when all campers were asleep and nobody could disturb her peace, Y/n sat on the beach. Watching the waves crash against the shore longingly like they were her second home. She watched the ocean come and go. She watched the sand cover her feet and making her sink deeper every time a wave came to her. For her, that was freedom. Long hours of silence. A peace so immaculate nobody could blame her for it. Nobody could make her drown in agony in those moments.

Not even Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. The boy who watched her from afar one night and couldn’t look away ever since. He watched her helping other campers with a mesmerizing look in his eyes. One that screamed at everyone walking past, “that is gonna be my girl.”

And if she loved the ocean so much, she would love him the same, right? Wrong. She wasn’t his girl. She never even though about being his girl. He was always just Percy Jackson. The boy who bullied her for being older but still smaller than him. It wasn’t even that much of time between them. Seven months. Seven months was enough for him to make fun of her. Because Percy had no idea how to get a girls attention otherwise.

So that was his plan. Make her hate him if that was the only way for him to talk to her. Stupid boy.

Percy was stupid; you could ask about a dozen people and they would agree. He wasn’t dumb, but stupid. That kind of stupid that would get defeated by Annabeth after being distracted by a girl walking by. That kind of stupid that would stumble over his own feet when she approached him to complete her duties at camp. That kind of stupid that walked over to her one night and sat down next to her with nothing but static silence and the rapid sound of his heartbeat in his head. He was stupid in love.

“Why do you always watch the ocean but never go in?” He asked, scaring the girl and making her look at him wide eyed.

“I-” she began talking before shutting up. Every time she saw him, she prepared herself to get a snarky remark out of his mouth instead of a civil conversation. Though now he talked to her like a normal person. He talked to her like they were friends. “What are you doing here?”

Percy chuckled, averting his eyes from the moon towards her. Eyes sparkling, a kind of tiredness filling his face. “I don’t think you should be the one asking.”

It wasn’t meant mean. It wasn’t meant harmful in any way. However Y/n received enough comments with the same tone to roll her eyes and look away from him in annoyance. In her head, he wasn’t there to keep her company or even - dare I say - comfort. He was only there to annoy and tease her.

“Look, Percy, I was really enjoying my peace before you came, so maybe, would you be so kind, and leave me alone. Just this once. In the morning you can say whatever you wanna say to me, just not tonight,” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and letting her head rest on them, her voice tired and stifled.

Percy looked at the girl like she was going insane. Like somehow she murdered three people and wasn’t afraid for him to be the next. Which, Percy assumed, probably was one thought in her head at the moment. Even when he could never imagine her doing harm to anyone or anything. She was the smart, kind, classy girl in camp. The sweet, blooming field of flowers that everyone adored. Him included. He adored her.

“You know, when I’m seeking peace at night, I also visit the ocean,” he told her, making her look up at him. She was surprised he was still sat next to her, talking in tranquility. It felt foreign, yet normal in a fascinating sense to her. A person can be so different at night. Or was it only because he was at peace now? “Lately it felt like I visited a girl as well.”

It took her a moment, but then she understood what he meant. This wasn’t the first time he came here. It was, however, the first time he made himself known, which surprised her. When you think of Percy Jackson the first adjectives would be sarcastic, extroverted and brave not shy, calm and soft. At least not to her.

“You were watching me?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and, what Percy assumed to be disgust, but actually it was surprise. Y/n was surprised that he seemed interested in her.

“I also like to swim, but that wasn’t possible since you occupied the ocean’s attention for most of the time,” he told her, sighing in acted sadness.

Y/n laughed at his terrible performance, making him smile in return. “You should’ve just walked past. I would’ve been gone in a second if I knew it was you.”

Something in that sentence made Percy’s heart drop. Maybe it was the face that she would’ve been gone. Or maybe it was because she would’ve been gone because it was him. Anyway, something about it made him uncomfortable in his own skin.

“You also could’ve stayed,” he told her, not looking at her, missing the soft smile and tender look dancing in her eyes. “Bet you wouldn’t have minded seeing me without a shirt.” There it was. The comment she waited for, combined with the smirk she knew all too well. Percy was terrible at flirting and she wouldn’t have said what she eventually did if they hadn’t been all alone at this hour.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have.”

Percy’s mouth stood open with surprise, while she shrugged nonchalant and bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh that wanted to escape her so badly. The boy wasn’t used to her actually jump on the joke and tease him back, though he couldn’t deny that he somehow liked it.

After a moment of thinking, he took his chance. Pulling his shirt over his head and making his way towards the water, he turned to her with a smirk. “Well, if that’s the case.”

Y/n wanted to watch the beach, she came specifically to this place to do just that. Watch the waves and the shore and the sky and the moon. Though now her eyes were focusing on something else. She watched Percy dip in the water, breaking the surface, with such gentleness, she wanted him to touch her just the same. She watched him swim for a bit. Watched him look at her and act like he was being attacked to get a laugh out of her. His head sticking out of the water to watch her reaction. When he saw her enjoying his company for once, he smiled back. It was nice knowing to be the reason for one’s happiness. Especially someone you wanted to make happy every day.

As he came back, Y/n tried to keep her focus on the moon, only betraying her quest when Percy sat down next to her again. Shirt still laying next to him.

Percy turned his head, only in time to catch her eyes traveling over his now shivering body. The night air hitting his skin with discomfort.

“You should put your shirt back on or you’re gonna get sick,” she said, looking at him. Her eyes catching a water drop sliding down his face and following it. He ignored her comment but still put his shirt back on.

“When you said that you would’ve gone if I was to just walk past and into the water, was that only because of me or would you have gone if any other person would’ve been in my position?” He asked her, making her look away from him again. She didn’t answer though Percy knew the answer now. “You don’t like me very much.”

“It’s hard to like you, when you constantly try to embarrass me,” she said, finally. Finally she didn’t just walk past him, ignoring his comments like they weren’t meant for her. Though it was obvious to everyone.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Percy admitted. Grover was right, he thought.

After he finally told someone about his crush on the girl, Grover was quick to educate him that that wasn’t the way to get a girlfriend. “I was just trying to get your attention,” he admitted quietly.

Y/n laughed at that, her hand over her mouth. “Why would you want my attention?” She asked him.

“What?” Percy didn’t understand how that seemed so impossible to the girl next to him.

“Percy, be serious. You couldn’t possibly want my attention so bad. I mean, why would you? You have the attention of all the girls, why mine?”

Percy had never been so mad at himself and at her too. He wanted to tell her that he was just joking. He wanted to tell her that he had no idea why he wanted her. But the truth was he knew. He laid awake enough nights asking himself the same question. Then again, he was mad at her for thinking that. He was mad again at her that she couldn’t see all what he saw in her in herself.

“I like you, okay? I really do. I like the way you talk kindly to everyone and I like your smile and your cleverness. I like that you’re always there for everyone and that you listen to me even though I’ve been horrible to you,” he told her it all. Everything that he thought about he told her. “I like your bubbly personality and how you can’t seem to stand normal after staying up for a moment. I like how messy you are and yet put together. I like your face and your eyes and you. I like you for how you are.”

“Well, Jackson, your strategy isn’t really good. I mean, teasing a girl to get her attention usually just works in books,” she told him.

Percy couldn’t believe it. He just poured her a cup of his heart and she decides to dump it into the ocean.

“But this is nice,” she eventually added. “I like this side of you. The quite and vulnerable one. The one who’s flirty and sarcastic in a lovable way. The one who fakes his death to make me laugh.”

“What does that mean now?” Maybe she didn’t dump it all in the ocean. Only a part of it. The part she didn’t like.

“It means that if you show me more of that side, I could eventually start liking you too. Would that be alright?” She asked hoping for a yes and a agreement from him.

She got more though. She got a relieved ‘yes’, a promise and a smiling and blushing boy.

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Something Real (Derek Morgan x Reid! BAU! Reader)

Summary: Derek and Y/n had a moment when her leg was broken and she answered the phone for Penelope. Now the team is back and Derek and Y/n need to have a chat because he cannot stop thinking about the several moments that happened when they had several personal phone calls after. However she is now avoiding him and he has no clue why

Paring: Derek Morgan x Reid! Reader (soon to be relationship)

Warnings: It’s just gonna be Y/N avoiding the hell out of Derek tbh

Sadie notes:ughhh I was gonna make it a cute love confession and stuff but the more I wrote the more I wanted drama. Also I thought he and Jordan were so into each other when I first watched and I don’t remember why so that's why she’s here. It's brief I promise.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid

She knew she was leading herself into a rather dangerous game here. She still did it though. She figured at first 'What's the harm'. She had been jokingly flirting with Derek all this time. This felt different though. They weren't making dumb jokes about a case when they had phone calls this time.

No, this time they were being an escape for each other. They talked about anything that wasn't the case. This wasn't the first time they'd done this with each other but This time they were flirting the whole time

She would throw out stupid lines when she answered the phone like something as ridiculous as "What's cookin' good lookin' " and then immediately regret it.

She melted a little every time he would ask about her ankle and what he could do when he got back. She hated that he made it all so easy to fall for. She hated that she wanted him to help her. They'd hung out so much outside the BAU.She hated that she was leading herself into some silly version of this going the way she wanted it to go.

Why was having a stupid crush like this always so hard? She wasn't a teenage girl anymore who didn't know how to take what she wanted.

And yet, every time she talked to Derek she wanted to let him take the lead. She wanted him to ask her out to some place nice even if they got interrupted by work. She wanted to get him flowers just because.

It was so... stupid.

She hated that all intelligence was lost because of a hot, smart, flirty guy! 

What ridiculousness was this. She was an extremely intelligent, hard-workin woman plus she had an eidetic memory. Somehow though, everything about him made her melt like a sad cone of ice cream that was left alone on a hot summer day in Florida every time he called her Sweet Thing. 

What magic spell had he cast? That was the only explanation that seemed to be possible. She never got weak because of some pretty guy. 

She sighs as she takes a moment and remembers they would be back in the afternoon. Hotch was letting them get a good rest since the case ended late.

She had just gotten off the phone with Derek because ehe was going to sleep. So now she was in her bed trying to think about what the hell might happen when they see each other face to face.

When the next morning rolled around she was nervous about going into work. She didn't know what would happen. Part of her wanted everything to just stay the same so she didn't have to deal with any confrontation.

Really it was so she didn't have to deal with her feelings because that was quite possibly the worst thing she could do. She had to eventually but she wasn't ready for that.

She wanted it to be some stupid chick flick moment and she knew it wouldn't be. She was least dressed the part if she couldn't have the movie scene of her dream. it was a business enough outfit since she was at work and a casual enough outfit since she would be at a desk all day.

She made her commute to Quantico, taking trains since she lived in D.C in a nice townhouse. It was kind of a far ride but she didn't mind it.

When she got to the building all her nervous started up again though. what was she leading herself into. She wasn't going to get the thing she really wanted.

Why does she have to be his Sweet Thing?

Why couldn't he call her the same millions of other pet names he calls most women?

Why did he have to run around rent free in her mind? It had to be breaking some kind of rule for him to have cast such a strong spell on her and yet she didn't care that he was reeling her in.

It was sad really that she fell so hard. Why did she have to fall for him so hard. He wasn't perfect. She was like 75% sure she saw him digging for gold in his nose once.

Maybe she imagined that so she could pretend he was imperfect because the reality of him being a sculpted god with so much charisma you could feel it in the room before he was even there.

She was at work now so there was no turning back. the moment she used her id to open the door she was clocked in. She had to push through. She didn't remember hobbling herself into the elevator but here she was.

She sighs as she can't help but pick at her cuticles and the skin around her nails. It was a horribly awful habit and she knew it.

Suddenly the elevator made a little ding and she was snapped out of her thoughts. She sighs as she used her used her crutches to go into the BAU offices and when someone opens the door she didn't look and her brain automatically figured it was Penelope.

"Thanks Pen" she muttered out but then she. noticed the nice shoes and the slacks. oh. damnit. this wasn't Penelope. Her eyes moved up the body of this very tall man. She knew who it was when she got to his shirt.

"Derek! You're back early! I just remembered I need to see Garcia" She looks at him with wide eyes and he looks at her suspiciously as she uses her crutches to walk past him and back out the door to Penelope's bat cave.

When she gets through the door she walk in the closes the door behind her and sits in a chair. "Pen! why didn't you tell me they were back early! I am so not mentally prepared to see my work crush, who I've been flirting with over the phone while we're technically working, at 6:45 in the morning?" She pouts like a petulant child and crosses her arms.

This was completely unfair for her. She watches as Penelope just smiles and laughs a little. "You wouldn't be mentally prepared even if I told you. Honestly if I told you this morning when I found out they got in early then you would have gotten all in that pretty head and gotten anxious and then would have missed your train or something." Penelope gave a knowing look as she spoke to Y/n.

Y/n rolls her eyes but she knew it was true. she probably would have started to spiral if Penelope had told her. "Fine I guess maybe you're a little bit right but still! I need warnings when hottest stuff of the fbi is concerned" She admitted reluctantly.

"Go back to the bullpen, Hon. You have work to do" Penelope smiled. Y/n groaned and left her lair. She sighs as she crutched her way back to the bullpen. She went to her desk and got to working on some files since she was a bit behind.

She felt the rest of the Team's eyes on her and she looked at them. "what?" She mumbled. She looked behind her and saw Derek talking to some woman. She remembered her. It was Jordan Todd. She remembered they had a bit of chemistry when she first replaced JJ. She rolled her eyes at the way the rest of the team was looking at her as if she would act on her jealousy.

She doesn't, she just gets back to her work. 

This was fine. JJ was there and Penelope was basically their media liaison now and so there was no way that Jordan was going to be replacing anyone. She didn’t like being part of the BAU anyway. Y/n focused, or attempted to focus on her files and crime scene photos but somehow her eyes wandered back to Derek. Who was walking over now. 

Wait- what? No… she should go. 

As she was about to get up though he had already gotten to his desk and was smiling, Jordan was smiling too. “Hey everyone.I just came to say hi, I was also gonna invite you all to my…” Jordan was speaking and Sadie stopped listening as she got up. “Sorry… bathroom” She mumbled before walking as quickly as she could towards the bathrooms. 

Sadie sighs as she messes with her papers she was starting to get bored of all her paperwork. She severely disliked files. She needed a break but she only had 4 more to finish. She groans and gets up and goes to the kitchenette to make herself some coffee. 

This whole day was torture. She had avoided Derek and gotten her stuff done and now she felt like garbage. Let’s go over all the times she’s avoided Derek 

She ran away when he held the door open and hid in Penelope’s office

She ran away when Derek came over so everyone could say a quick ‘hey’ to Jordan

She went with Spencer to wherever he needed to go because Derek was calling her over. (Spencer told her to stop avoiding him, as a good brother should)

She went to get Coffee earlier because he leaned over to her

She was sadly very very opposed to confrontation. So she was decidedly now going to probably have to stop avoiding him. All of this was easier over the phone. 

Over the phone he couldn’t see the way she smiled when he said something maybe too flirty. She didn’t have to look him in the eye as she flirted back. 

She hated how shy she had to be when it came to being face to face. She also didn’t need her brother seeing her in a relationship, it would just end in constantly being teased with horrible relationship facts.

She sighs as the sad, probably broken coffee pot started to clunk out. “No, no, nooo” she mumbled and then saw an intern. “Go tell whoever is in charge of getting the appliances that the coffee pot is broken” she sighs. 

Today just seemed to get better. She groans as she goes back to her desk, hobbling her way along. She sighs as she sees a sticky note on top of her pile of files. 

‘Meet me in Babygirl’s bat cave’ is all it says. 

Y/n is obviously suspicious because he shouldn’t want to talk to her considering how she’s been avoiding him all day. That was the whole point of her avoiding him. 

Then she sees a very overly excited Garcia. So, she reluctantly lets Penelope help her to the office of intellectual superiority. When she gets there and Penelope opens the door for her She sees Derek with flowers and she tilts her head a little as her face warms up. She uses her crutches to take some steps closer to him.

“You, Sweet Thing, are going to come with me this weekend. I am so not taking no for an answer” Derek smiles and helps her sit down as he hands her the flowers. 

“So you think I’ll just let you kidnap me, Morgan? I have a brother who happens to also be in the FBI” She joked and set her crutches aside as she smelled the flowers. It was a bouquet with Alstroemerias, Dahlias, and Carnations. 

“I happen to know your brother is very okay with this. Asked him about it already” Derek smirked and leaned against the desk as he looked at her. 

“I’m kind of in crutches and I have a cast, Derek. There is no way I’m going to some fancy dinner like this” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. 

“Who said anything about a fancy dinner? I am making you lunch and we’re going to a park near your place because of that ankle, Sweet Thing” He looks at her, waiting for a response with his heart racing a little. It wasn’t showing ,obviously, but he was nervous. He genuinely liked her and what they already had going on.

“I suppose It can be arranged but only if you promise to get me another bouquet like this” She smiled softly as she spoke. This was exactly what she wanted. She seriously didn’t understand how he had to be so perfect. 

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adrenalize

synopsis: a perfect student can get in toruble every now and then too, right? except this time, you get into trouble with your famous bachelor professor satoru gojo for an unorthodox reason, and he'll make sure you make up for it

characters: gojo

warnings: female reader, student reader x professor gojo, semi-public sex, age gap (early 20s to late 20s), oral (female + male receiving), very light power play, dub-con (maybe?), unprotected sex, degrading/praising, breeding. mdni

wc: 4.3k

note: yes, this is my dark fantasy of being accepted as a mean looking emo bitch. no, i'm not in love with my professor. emo sluts rise (emo=reader wears all black and has dark makeup lol sorry couldn't pull a wattpad) it's our time to have steamy office sex with 2d men. see the end for more notes!

you know, i don't really put in songs, but what the hell. this one's for the emos

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"oh, i have an appointment with professor gojo today" you tell your friend as you lay your lunch tray onto the table.

"for what?" she asks, her motion following yours. you two sit comfortably on the wooden chairs.

"i don't know. my grades, i guess? but my grades are fine, so i don't really know" you answer in confusion, and stab a big piece of chicken.

"well, i wish he would call me in his office"

"what?" you almost choke on your food. you look at your friend with big, dumb eyes. you wouldn't have been this surprised if she confessed to murdering someone, and you shouldn't be surprised at her confession either. yet somehow, you are.

"satoru's kinda hot, isn't he?" she responds, scrunching her nose. "he's also, like, extremely smart and funny"

"he's fucking old"

"um, no he's not? half of the school has bag of bones for professors, satoru's like... what, 30? i've fucked older"

"still, so inappropriate" you shut the conversation down. sure, you two had joked about how hot gojo is, and sure, the idea did entertain your mind, but it's between you two, a very private inside joke. you feel exposed this way, and the last thing you need is having that image of your professor in your mind as he lectures you about god knows what later today.

"i bet he fucks like his age too" she smirks across the table. you turn your head around anxiously to see if anyone's heard you two, but the loud cafeteria outweighs your little dirty convo.

"shut up!"

"girl you know damn well-"

"let's talk about this after i get scolded today. i don't want to worry about this man anymore"

it's 5.40 pm. where is he? he was supposed to meet you after class, yet he's nowhere to be found. and you're there standing in shame, as students pass you by, probably wondering what happened for you to be waiting like a stray kitten by his office.

of course, it's nothing to be ashamed of. god, you don't even know what you're supposed to be ashamed of yet! but here you are, cold sweat down your neck, hands nervously moving up and down your arms as you wait for time to pass.

that's how you are. quiet, nervous. yet most people have a different image of you; a colder, meaner image. it's difficult for you to socialize, so you stick to your two friends you made ages ago for your in-class interactions. for classes, you opt for quietly listening to your lectures rather than being interactive, even though you know it's not the right way, and you want to be social. that's why most professors rarely remember your name or your face- not that they're eager to know you anyways. that's why it's so confusing. what did you do to get called like this? how did he even know your name?

"ah- sorry for being late" gojo rushes next to you. his tall figure guides you to the narrow hallway where his office is hidden in. he quickly unlocks the door, and waits for you to enter first. "sit, i'll be back in a couple minutes" you nod.

once he turns around, you quickly observe his clothes. he always knew how to be stylish, even though his clothes are always basic. you figured it must be his fit figure that makes anything he wears compliment him. he's always clean and rich looking; never would he wear a wrinkled shirt. the female students would anticipate warm weathers, where gojo would sometimes wear a tight, black t-shirt and jeans. not today tho. although the weather is warm, he's wearing a light blue linen shirt with black jeans, complimented with a thick, leather belt. his shirt exposed his contoured collarbones, and arms exposed with an expensive looking watch to complete the look. and his face... god, his face.

he shuts the door behind you. you're left for your own thoughts. sitting down is uncomfortable for you, the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat. the building is empty, you can faintly hear students speaking from outside. you get up, and look around his office. it's filled with thick, leather covered books. interesting, you wouldn't assume he's into reading by looking at him, or hearing him speak. it must be professional deformation. papers are scattered around on his desk. everywhere else except for his desk is tidied and clean, but his desk is a warzone.

the door opens.

"hi, hello, sorry for making you wait. hope you didn't miss me too much" gojo paces toward his desk.

you shake your head. "it's alright, you must be very busy"

gojo stands over his desk and gathers some papers in his hand and puts them aside. "well, it is difficult to be the fun one in this department, y'know?" his blue eyes focus on yours for a moment, as he waits for a reaction from you. you chuckle in response.

gojo pulls out a paper from the batch and sits down. he raises the paper and looks at you. he calls your name. "correct?"

just the way he said your name sends chills down your spine. god, in that moment, you truly wish you would be more active in class, only to hear him call your name.

"correct"

he reads the paper quickly without putting it down. he looks like a kid doing it, yet you feel as if you were in front of a judge.

"so, interesting. you know your grade, right?" you nod.

"i-is there a problem? i thought i did good"

"oh, you did, definitely. this paper is very impressive. i enjoyed reading it." he smiles at you. "the only problem was, i had no idea whose paper i was reading the whole time"

you sit there silently. where was he heading at? he didn't call you in just to tell you to be more active in class, right?

"i mean i did know, i know how to read, but there wasn't a face you know? our class is pretty small, so i know most people. but you, who are you?"

"excuse me?" you manage to let out.

"you don't speak much in class, don't talk to anyone else in class, yet you never skip a class. and then boom! you write out this paper"

"am- am i being accused of something, sir?"

gojo looks amused. he grins, and rests on his back, crossing his arms. his muscles show up, is he trying to look intimidating? is he trying to get a confession out of you? cheating? stealing?

"no, nothing at all. i'm just curious. it's important that i know my pupils. talking to strangers affect my performance too"

"i- guess i'm more of a listener" you feel so small in front of him. this is embarrassing.

gojo gets up and walks to the chair across you.

"but you see, you don't look friendly either."

"wha-"

"i remember seeing you in class and thinking 'wow, she really doesn't wanna be here' which is new to me, cause i'm fun!" now you're sure he must be offended or something.

"sir, if that's the issue, i'll be more active from now on" you just want to leave. whatever it takes, leave.

"but why?" he ignores your suggestion. "why hate being with me?" gojo leans in to be closer to you. his long legs and big body help him be closer to you, despite the small coffee table separating you two.

"there's not a reason, sir. i don't hate-"

"i'm used to being popular among female students, y'know?"

this time, it's your turn to giggle.

"i'm sorry, is this what it's been about? you're offended that i'm not attracted to you?" lie. you're crazy for him. maybe that's why you're extra shy around him. but somehow, a wave of confidence washes over you in this moment. maybe it's the sincerity of him, maybe it's the ridiculousness of the situation. but whatever it is, it made you get a fiendish chuckle from your professor.

"it just doesn't happen. do you hate me? did i do something to you?"

"no, sir, i'm just a shy person"

"why the face?" he points at his own face, and makes a sulky face that you think is supposed to be mimicking your face.

you shrug your shoulders and smile in disbelief. "it's just my face! sir, if it matters to you, i think you're great. i enjoy your lectures, and i promise i'll be more active from now on" you wave your hands and get up to leave. gojo follows after you.

he lays a hand on your shoulder to keep you still.

"that's not it, is it? you missed something"

"e-excuse me?" what the fuck is wrong with this guy?

"tell me i'm handsome" gojo looks into your eyes. his piercing gaze makes you freeze in place. his face is too close to yours, you feel even more embarrassed to know he can see you blushing.

"t-that's not very appro-"

"oh come on! i know you want to say it" he smiles.

hypocrite.

you are a hypocrite. if this was any other person, you would have been scared shitless. yet here you are; heart beating fast, empty minded, an uncomfortable wetness growing stronger.

the sexual tension is so strong. you feel nervous, whatever you say will break the tension or make it reach its breaking point. and you don't know which one you prefer.

you stay silent.

gojo looks into your big eyes, face so close that you wonder if he'll kiss you anytime soon.

"if you're not gonna admit, i'll help you with it" he steps back. "sit on the desk" he orders, voice dark and strong. you stand in disbelief. gojo walks over to his desk while slowly taking off his watch. "you comin' or not?"

you walk over to his desk and sit obediently. your legs are closed, your nervousness can be read from your posture.

"don't be shy, you're in good hands" gojo suddenly kneels and places his palms on your knees. he looks up at you with puppy eyes. "may i?"

you bite the inside of your cheeks and nod. you unbutton your pants and rest your palms next to you. satoru grabs the hem of your baggy jeans. you lift yourself as satoru easily takes your jeans off. your baby pink, cotton panties are exposed in a comical way. satoru laughs at the contrast; your heavy and dark makeup, resting bitch face, and all black clothes hide pretty pink underwear under it. and satoru feels like one hell of a lucky man to be able to witness this.

satoru slides his hand in between your legs and lightly separates them, exposing your sopping panties. satoru's delighted to see you as excited as him. after all, you seemed scared at first.

his soft, juicy lips lay soft kisses all across your plump skin as he makes his way up to your panties. his demeanor suddenly changes, and he rips your panties beastly. one hand lowers your body further to reveal your folds better. satoru doesn't wait another second.

gojo licks your folds, all the way from your hole to cilit. his tongue masterfully dances around the delicate skin, and runs around your clit. your shy moans fill the office room. you cherish the view below you. his broad shoulders are about to rip through his expensive shirt, white hair buried between your legs, long fingers gripping your legs firmly. he plants a firm kiss on top of your clit that makes you shiver. he sucks on the delicate skin and leaves it with a tiny plop sound. he continues untill you're a moaning mess. and god, you hate to admit this, but she was right. he knows how to fuck good.

"gosh, do you do this to all of your students?" the sudden adrenaline rush takes over you, but the embarrassment follows quickly after. for a second, you're scared he'll get mad and stop, but he doesn't.

"i don't. but don't think you'll be my favorite student after this or something" he looks at you with half lidded eyes.

his warm tongue fucks your wet hole until you feel weak in your knees. you wonder how good his cock feels if he can entertain you this much with his tongue. his tongue pushes inside your hole, letting your sweet juices roll down to his throat. he's so amused at how much you're enjoying yourself, it makes his excitement only grow harder. in a few seconds, he'll fuck you till you can't walk out his office.

"s-sir!" you squirm with his touch.

"yes?" he looks up in a mischievious manner and makes gesture at you, as if you were raising a hand to speak. you roll your head back and laugh before grabbing his hair and pushing him back in.

satoru lays a flat tongue on your clit. the pressure is enough to make your legs twitch. he holds himself there for a moment, waiting for your to beg for more. and you do, you really do.

satoru runs his tongue up and down on your clit, making the pointy tip of his tongue push the skin further as he runs his tongue back up with each lap. the pointy tip draws circles around your clit, around and around. god, he feels so good. he might even cum if he continues more. it's the first time he's ever felt so good giving head to someone. your helpless little squeaks, your shy face and confident hand buried in his hair...

knock knock

you quickly turn around to face the door

"professor gojo? i brought the books" a male voice calls. "can i come in?"

gojo gets up with a sinical smirk on his face, and gently pushes you by your back down.

"give me a second!" he shouts at the door as he takes off his belt and lays it under the desk. he sits down on his chair and calls you down with his two fingers. you instantly obey, kneeling down to his knee level. gojo pushes his chair further under the desk so that you can't be seen. you quickly unbutton his jeans before gojo calls the man inside.

you grab the hem of his underwear and push it down to expose his hard cock. it's dark, your view is limited, but you make the best of it. you hear footsteps get closer, so you hold your breath. you hesitate, you're terrified of getting caught.

"so, about tomorrow's meeting..." a faint voice fills your surroundings. your heart beats fast, and your hands shakily grab his tip.

gojo's surprised at this hesitation. maybe you really do need some help after all. he pretends to listen to what the man is yammering away about. he sneaks his hand down to table and cautiously pushes your head to mouth his length. the sudden push startles you, but it gives you the push you needed.

once gojo's palm leaves your head, you start slowly taking in his dick. you hear him exhale casually, before he responds to the man. he's big, so it takes you a while to fully take him inside. you pull your head back, and lick along his cock.

"...so i figured we would go with another plan..." gojo continues. once you swirl your tongue around his tip, licking the thick precum, finally getting a taste of him. you hear his voice shake for a second. satoru pretends to cough. he must be sensitive on his tip, you figure, and focus on teasing his tip.

you start rubbing his length where your mouth can't reach. every time you release his cock, you quickly swirly your tongue on his tip so that he shakes slightly, making him shift in his chair to not expose your affair to the clueless man. you repeat: suck, pump, release, twirl. suck, pump, release, twi-

satoru spasms on his chair once again as your tongue touches his tip. you think he's cumming for a moment, but those thoughts disappear once you feel a strong hand grab you by your hair, pulling you away from his cock.

"see you tomorrow, satoru" the man says before he leaves the room. with the door closing, satoru pulls back. in a moment, you find yourself picked up like a cat and sat on the table.

"you think you're funny?" gojo growls. "teasing me like that? in front of my colleague?" his eyebrows are furrowed and jaw is clenched. he looks terrifying.

"i-i thought you wanted me to-"

"getting spoiled, hm? do you need to be disciplined?" it's almost as if gojo was searching for a reason to be mad at you, to fuck you like you mean nothing to him.

before you could respond, gojo discards your crop top and leaves you bare chested and cold. satoru can't decide whether the twitching of his dick is caused by the shock of you not wearing a bra to meet your professor or how arousing your perky, plump tits look in front of him. whatever it is, it's enough to make his beasty look go darker.

gojo hisses with what feels like frustration. he wants you, he wants you now, and he cannot waste another second. in a moment, you're pressed down onto the desk, on your chest with two strong hands pulling your ass up high. the wooden desk is warm, yet the hotness of your body combined with the cooler desk makes your body shiver. it doesn't help that gojo's teasing your entrance with his tip either. you whine under his touch, signaling him to go further in. he's amused at your neediness. you want to use your words, but you end up only being able to whine and groan. it's cute, adorable. satoru wonders how you'd be once he's done with you.

"what should i do?" gojo teases. he places his tip in your entrance, only for your hole to stretch enough to take the head in. the feeling is overwhelming even now, and you know it will hurt once he fully inserts himself.

well, they don't say curiosity kills the cat for no reason.

"p-please, f-fuck..." you whisper, tears pooling in your eyes slowly as frustration and tension grow bigger.

"hm? what was that?" gojo leans in closer to your face, making his cock enter a little more. you whimper with the new feeling. it's more painful, yet somehow very intimate.

"p-please..." you quietly respond again.

"we talked this through. speak up, don't be shy!"

you squeeze the papers scattered on the table, trying to from words, but your mind is blank.

"embarrassed? if it helps, princess, no one can hear you" gojo whispers. the irony. gojo satoru, the nonchalant extrovert that warns you in a craven tone; and you, the shy, anxious little girl, soon screaming your lungs out, begging him to fuck you.

"god, just fuck me!" you scream. it's the start gojo needed, and finally, he can unleash himself into you.

gojo slides his length inside without waiting for you to adjust to him fully. your walls stretch and shrink within a second, as he pulls himself almost completely before entering himself fully once again. your wet hole takes him fully, squeezing every inch of his thick cock. your walm, velvety walls make gojo dizzy with pleasure. his voice switches from manly groans to helpless whimpers. and you, gosh, you're a complete mess. your hair falls over your face, but you're too busy getting railed into oblivion to pick it up. you helplessly grab the edges of the desk in an attempt to gather yourself, but it's no use. the only thing you can do is scream out his name, the only thing you can think of.

"fuck..." gojo hisses into your ear. he grabs a fistful of your hair, finally opening your face. he grabs you closer to his chest and holds you in position by your throat as he uses his other hand to help you catch the rhythm of his thrusts. your back instantly arches, and you need to hold on to his tighs to not fall off. you gasp for breath as he mercilessly pounds into you behind your back. the slapping sounds are too far away from you. your vision gets blurry. it feels good, it shouldn't feel good, but it does. he moves as if he wants to hurt you, to take revenge. he's ruthless, contrary to how softly he kissed your cunt and how sweet he called your name earlier.

"yeah? feels good, hm?" gojo turns your face to his. your wet eyelashes, red cheeks wet with tears, mouth shiny with saliva... what a view he had. and him; his white hair always perfectly in place is now all over his forehead, sweat glistening his long neck, and tight muscles showing under the thin fabric of his shirt. and his eyes... his eyes screaming wildly, violently; yet his gaze is soft and caring. gojo realizes too, as he loosens his grip on your neck, and slows down his tempo. you inhale, cheeks puffed up and head slightly tilted back. gojo takes advantage of the vulnerability of the moment. satoru's soft lips lock with yours in a passionate kiss. he holds your chin in place, and you help him by grabbing his wrist. his tongue dances over yours, and all over your lips. wetness covers your lips. it's messy, you both miss your lips as satoru continues thrusting, but it's more romantic this way. you're both craving each other, something neither of you had realized before this exact moment. your heart beats even faster for a second, as you want to be like this forever. even with his most violent desire, he's so caring and romantic. you know it's all meaningless, that none of these matter, and that your affair will meet its end once he decides he's had enough. so you want to be in this moment forever.

"don't stop" you breathe in his mouth and look into his eyes. satoru's cock twitches inside you, his pace slows down. he slips himself out. did you say something wrong? did he realize what he's doing?

you look at him, confused. satoru's face is impossible to read, he just stands there looking at you. the sudden silence makes you anxious once again. you back up and hit your leg into the desk.

satoru grabs you by your leg as you almost lose your balance. he gently pushes you down by your shoulders and sits you down. he lowers his body before grabbing your knees and making you wrap them around his hips. he unbuttons his shirt but doesn't take it off. his toned abs are finally exposed. you examine every curve on his body, his chest.

satoru locks his lips with yours again. he's softer now. it's like he's known you since forever, like his tongue knows how it's supposed to move inside your mouth. this time, you don't shiver, but a warmness follows down your spine. you cusp his cheek as you deepen the kiss.

there you are, warm light framing your bodies under the sunset, bodies locked. where you end is where satoru begins. your bodies move in harmony. he gently rolls his hips into you, and you lift your hips to meet his. not leaving each others' embrace for a second. what happened so suddenly? is this the beast you were so scared of?

"yes... yes..." you moan into his mouth.

"yeah? you like it, baby?" he asks with a soft voice. you move your head and bury it into his neck. you grab his broad shoulders under his shirt tightly, making sure you're gentle. but you can't help it, you're about to snap. you dig your nails into his skin. he pants and moans into your ear. his voice gets shaky, he sounds so pathetically needy. you realize he needs you as much as you need him.

satoru holds you closer to his chest and embraces you as he fucks through your climax. his steady pace strengthens the tightness down your abdomen. you feel the tingling travel all over your body, as you beg satoru to continue.

"you close, baby? want me to finish inside you, hm?" he asks with a raspy voice. he already knows the answer.

"sa-satoru..." you breathe into his skin.

"look into my eyes" he calls your name. "fuck, look at my eyes"

you tilt your head and meet his glassy, baby blue eyes. he looks so vulnerable in this moment. satoru kisses you once more before he rests his forehead onto yours. his steady pace doesn't change, as you both wait to reach the end.

the knot inside your body tightens and tightens, until it's impossible to stand it. your body spasms under him, and you can only call out his name.

"satoru!" you squirm, not leaving his touch for a second.

"come on baby, cum for me" he pants. "my pretty little girl, you're doing so good"

you let out one last shaky breath and lose control. you shake and spasm, but satoru holds you tightly in place. he rides your climax, as he chases his own. he plants soft kisses all over your face as you lose your mind. your whole body's tingly, mind fuzzy, and numb. you stay there, watching satoru's breath get faster.

you grab both of his cheeks and look into his eyes. you don't look away or move, you hold him in place. his shiny eyes look into yours, amazed at how beautiful you are, how pretty you are for him. and how you're his, in this moment, he's yours.

satoru moves hips further once more before his thrusts stop. his moves come to a full stop. he doesn't avert his gaze, as he slaps his hips into you once more. the warmness washes over you as he empties himself deep inside you. satoru whispers your name, followed by a shaky moan. he stands still for a second, lets his cock rest inside you for a moment as you both stand in silent. he's lost in your embrace, and so are you.

all your anxieties from earlier wash away. he's right, he definitely made sure you like him. and all the papers you ruined, the ones he's supposed to show his students, he will have to think about later.

"you really are very handsome"

gojo's comeback might have taken shorter than mine, but hey, better late than never right? lol anyways, sorry for the long wait and sorry, this isn't the unboxing smut. i suddenly felt the urge to write another jjk teacher/student fic but it's a little more legal now at least. i'm also obsessed with gojo again. hope you enjoyed your meal! (ok but why do my snopsises lowkey eat harder than the fic itself)

this was... easier than i thought it would be. i missed writing so much and haven't felt this much fun and ease writing anything in such a long time! i'm so excited for jjk season 2 and the manga's progress. i think this is another jjk summer yall. also, i'm doing an unofficial internship this summer! so, since i like being active when i'm busy with daily life stuff, who knows, i might become active again

hope you guys liked it! see you next time you horny emo slut ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

[jazzyoranges]

hey. i really like the fic about shapeshitfing!reader x wednesday. i was wondering if u could do thing and reader being absolute besties and playful with each other which makes wednesday annoyed and sorta jealous.

Best friends

Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Words: 1.4k

A/n: lowk shapeshifter!r is so fun to write, thanks for all the requests about her :) hopefully you like reading about her a lot because honestly i’m a little obsessed with this universe

Warnings(?): wednesday being wednesday, ooc wednesday, mentions of knives and blood

“Why are you adamant on annoying me.” Wednesday opens her door to you, whose rapidly knocking stops when the look on Wednesday’s face doesn’t give much room for explanation. But you love being defiant so you don’t really care

“Thing and I planned to go on a date today!”

The Addams looks behind her to see the appendage with the tiniest little crocheted messenger bag that was worn on his wrist like a bracelet. You can see Wednesday’s forehead wrinkle when Thing saunters over to your feet for you to put him on your shoulder, just as you’ve seen Wednesday do countless times before

“I asked Thing if he had any rings to wear and he said no, so naturally I’m going to treat him on a day out” The appendage taps excitedly on your shoulder, poking at your face to signal he wants to go

“And when did you plan this?”

“After we played tag, you wanna come with us?” You ask with a turn of your head

“Shopping isn’t my strongest suit. I’d only slow you two down.”

“We’ll be off doing hot girl things. I promise I’ll have him home before curfew, Miss Addams” You treat Wednesday like she’s a disapproving mother, when in reality she looks unfazed and honestly a little annoyed. You and Thing wave goodbye, leaving Wednesday with her own thoughts as her roommate is doing god knows what with her friends

Time alone could be good for Wednesday. She’s been around people far more than she preferred. With maybe an hour on her hands before someone interrupts her, Wednesday sits at her desk to write

Her fingers drum against her desk, a habit she picked up from Thing. The appendage you were taking out on a date. For gods sake, he was a hand! You asked a singular appendage out on a date. Not even a full human. A fucking hand. A hand that didn’t have a voice, yet you were still infatuated with him nonetheless

And maybe Wednesday is smart enough to recognize she’s feeling a little peeved over a hand. Maybe Wednesday is smart enough to know Thing does have a voice; a sassy one at that. Maybe Wednesday is coping with the fact you wanted to take Thing out more than someone you actively sought out and saw every day

And maybe you’re the reason why Wednesday had to buy a slightly bigger trash can for the more recent mistakes she’s been making during her writing time

You were a disease. You forced your way into everyone’s life, but somehow you always came out with more friends and acquaintances than you started with. It was annoying how unforgivably social you were.

Your dumb smile with your pearly white teeth. Wednesday’s tapping on her desk got a little faster

Your need to include everyone whether you knew them or not. It was why you were on a date with Thing in the first place

Your everlasting hunger to be around someone. Wednesday knew you didn’t like to be alone

Your voice that Wednesday knew so well.

…

Fuck.

“Hey, Wens!” Enid makes her presence known with a sing-song tone while placing her jacket on the coat hanger near the door

“Where’s Thing? It’s quiet in here” The blonde immediately notices

“He’s on a date,” There’s a small pause after Wednesday talks “with (Y/n).”

“(Y/n) took Thing on a date?”

“Correct.”

“How’s your writing going?” Enid peers over Wednesday’s shoulder to look at her once again, full trash can. Enid notices that happens a lot when you’re on Wednesday’s mind for some reason. The Addams glares at Enid when she makes another mistake, crumbling up the piece of paper while maintaining eye contact with her roommate

“Great.”

A beat of silence.

“…did you seriously get cucked by a hand?”

“Repeat such degenerate nonsense and I’ll be forced to make sure you never will.”

“I dunno, you’re looking a little jealous over there” Wednesday doesn’t have to turn around to hear the wolfish grin in Enid’s voice

“The urge to push a knife through your skull is an insatiable hunger that cannot be fed by anything that isn’t your blood.”

//-//

“Do you like this one? See look, the dragon is the ring!” You place the ring on Thing’s middle finger. The appendage shows his approval with another few taps

“Yes, it makes you look tough. You want another one?” He nods. Well, at least makes it look like he’s nodding. You grab a silver ring from the display, putting it on his thumb

“Will Enid like the rings?” Thing signs

“Everyone will love them, especially Enid. You running out on lotion?”

“Nope! How can I repay you?”

You pretend to think for a second

“If you delete Enid’s blackmail on me off of all her devices I’ll take you out again, free of charge” The employee at the front is probably wondering why your back is turned to her while you’re whispering into your hands

Thing holds a thumbs-up and you take the two rings off his fingers and put them on the check out counter along with a few other little trinkets you liked and stuff for your friends

A pink and white bracelet with charms you knew Enid would find cute, scale earrings that twinkled in the sun that Bianca would look stunning in, a bee pin that was too perfect for Eugene, and a black snake that curled into itself as ring for Wednesday

You only assumed Thing gave you a blank stare when the cashier said your price was a bit more than a hundred fifty dollars. Your mom would definitely chastise you for your spending issues, but that was a problem for another day. Your current problem was that you had to get Thing home by curfew like you promised

//-//

Thing might not want to take up your invitation on another date anytime soon.

Currently you’re turned into a bird with the appendage hanging on for dear life on your back as you carry the bag of items you bought in your beak. Thing pleaded you just run on the ground like any normal animal, but you promised you’d get him home by curfew. Running would’ve taken too long and your ass would get tired

So instead, you went for the skies without Thing’s approval

He might hate you now, honestly. In your defense, it was too late when he told you he had a fear of falling when you were above tree height

You asked if he wanted to sit in the bill of a pelican instead and you felt him pluck one of your feathers. Lucky for you both, Wednesday and Enid’s room wasn’t too far away

When you land on the balcony of their dorm, Thing hops off your back and apologizes for your now lost feather. You also apologize for not planning correctly and having him on your back with little to no safety

Enid looks a little confused when Thing starts to hug the bird that landed on her balcony, but she eventually figures out it’s you. The blonde looks away for a second and you’re already a cat desperately knocking against their circle window to be let in

You walk in like you own the place, and Wednesday checks the clock if you actually got Thing home by curfew

“With minutes left to spare, too.” Wednesday says. You smile proudly

You jump up onto Enid’s bed, bag still in mouth. You push it over so it’s parallel to the bed, digging your head in until you find what you need. The pink and white bracelet with charms you got from Jericho. Enid makes sure to ruffle your fur so much it starts to stick out until she pats it down. Thing makes sure to tell Enid all about his day

Grabbing your bag, you make your way towards Wednesday, who’s reading a book with a dark cover on her bed

You look through the bag again, but this time with the aforementioned snake ring in your mouth. You keep your tongue away from the ring as much as possible to stop you from getting your saliva on it

Of course you thought about your friends while on a date.

Wednesday reaches out her hand, taking the ring from your mouth. She places it on her left ring finger and it seems to be a snug fit. There’s a wordless thank you in Wednesday’s eyes when she uses the same hand to scratch under your chin, making you purr

The happy expression on your face and the way you lean into her touch makes Wednesday’s heart melt the tiniest bit.

You crawl into Wednesday’s lap as she reads her book. Every now and again you can feel the now cold ring against your skin, sending shivers down your spine

You end up spending the night with Wednesday’s lips against the back of your ear and her hand on your stomach. It wasn’t your fault you were a cuddly cat.

[goldsbitch]

That second flight

part 4 to That one Christmas flight

summary: What happens when people stop lying to themselves? Sometimes, you get a good night out of it.

warnings: cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

Do not fuck it up, do not fuck it up, do not fuck this up.

Hey you? What kind of a message even is that? Ugh. She ruined it. Now she will have to move away and start her life again.

The weather forecast predicted high levels of overreacting for today.

He must have liked the cool girl vibe she somehow gave of on the plane. Y/N prayed for the gods of cool vibes to bless her again.

Lando was just about to start an interview for Sky Sports when he received her message. He imagined this was how it felt to win a podium. On the top of the world. He gave an absolutely charismatic, energetic and funny interview. One that would surely create lots of gifs on the socials. PR manager even high-fived him when they finished. To be honest, he could not wait for a moment of solitude so that he could reply.

"hey" he started. "so I broke the rule, ups" Her reply came instantly.

"I've noticed. But then again, you radiate speeding tickets vibe from miles away. So no surprise."

He smiled, well aware of how efficient the Italian ticketing was running.

"paid one last week, so you got me there" "so, how's your cool student life going?"

"Trying gain some wisdom, as people just feel free to call me dumb on social media these days."

"compliments come in a variety of forms, don't discriminate"

From now on, there was no way back.

//

The next few days consisted of constant texting. Joking around, sending pictures capturing their daily life - both of them keeping in secret that lots of the information shared was nothing new. They were careful, somewhat distancing themselves from any real deep topics. But, days felt like blur, waiting for the next text to come and somehow managing to live the real life in between that. Y/N stayed in most evenings, almost making her friends concerned.

It did not take long enough for famously patient Lando to getting sick of it. They had a week between the next three week round of races. It was now or never. He missed one chance by being mr. mysterious, so mr. direct it was now.

"so, lady. what are you doing this weekend?" he asked out of the blue.

"I dunno. Probably studying, I guess."

"well, you're smart enough, you can skip that. let's meet up."

Y/N pretended to herself that she was second guessing. She headed out, to the bar where her friends were hanging out before they planned on heading to some faculty party. She felt joining them suddenly. Sat quietly, listening to their usual chit chat. Her charade lasted about seven minutes.

"Yes. Let's." she texted and threw her phone deep down to her bag. She was nervous, heart racing and mind quite not catching up yet.

"I need to tell you guys something," she interrupted them and almost demanded immediate attention. Questioning looks followed. "Uh, so I met this guy on a plane. And I'm gonna see him again this weekend."

Saying it like that, she realized that it was all kind of real and that she probably could not explain it in words how bizzare it all felt.

"Aw, that's cute! Tell us more!" Teresa clapped excitedly, the whole weird vibe surrounding her friend making more sense now.

Y/N expected her friends to be more shocked. "Um, yeah. It's just this guy. I don't really know how it's gonna happen, but yeah."

"Is he coming here? Can we meet him?"

Y/N kept the information that they already did to herself. Just in case she is left stranded alone and disappointed.

"I don't...I don't know actually. Yeah."

"We will do as we always do - sharing location and staying by if needed, honey."

Y/N missed a text notification. "great. i'll fly you out to somewhere where we can be alone, not to sound too creepy."

//

She landed an hour after him. Lando sent a picture of him waiting at the airport cafe.

He booked the best hotel room he could find. Well, technically he booked two rooms. Just in case she wanted to keep her distance or if by any chance he fucked up so royally, that she would refuse to share space with him. At least, he could walk away from this like a gentleman.

Since she last him, she forgot just how hot this guy was in person. Seeing him, sitting casually sipping coffee and glued to him phone, she took a moment to study him. It was as if he was tailored specifically to her taste. His clothes covering his godlike body, not too muscular but enough for the sight of his arms sending her to different dimension. The origin of her audacity she had to be the first one to talk to him on the plane was unknown to her. There was no more panic left in her body, as she had done nothing but panicking the whole flight.

She walked and sat opposite to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey yourself," she replied. There was a moment of awkward silence. Turns out there was a bit of panic left in Y/N after all. Last week she though she'd never see this guy. And now she was staring in his eyes.

"Do you want some coffee?," he asked innocently. He looked her up and down, excited to see her. All of his worries he refused to acknowledge were gone. After all, she got up and flew here just to hang out with him. The reality of this filled him with confidence.

"Yes. A small tiny espresso with no milk."

"Great. Let's grab that and hit the road."

Lando's car might have as well run on butterflies alone present in his vehicle. There was absolutely no way for him to drive some random rental car, so he called up McLaren people to provide him one for the night. It came up in the same conversation when he requested personal time off. Both things came to a certain level of surprise, as he had never done this before. Y/N knew she had to work on a group project for one of her minor classes. Just like him, she had done something she would not have dared - and completely ghosted her group for this weekend.

"You look nice, btw," he commented casually.

"Well yeah, when you're not on an overnight flight across half of the world wearing airport attire, it makes thing easier."

"Hm, I would say sweatpants have some magic to them."

It was hard for Y/N to get the image of him out of her head.

"So, where is my lovely kidnapper taking me?"

They discussed prior to this that the vibe they would like out of this was a casual dinner and then finding the shittiest club possible and have some fun, trying to remain as private as possible yet within the vicinity of the small Italian city.

"My assistant found this lovely little place in the centre. Don't get mad, but I had him completely book it out. You know, the privacy thing," he said with more insecurity than one would expect.

Y/N picked up on that and tried to lighten up the mood. It seemed a bit excessive to do that, but he probably knew what he was doing.

"Your assistant," she gagged over dramatically. "Jesus, am I not worth enough for you to google on your own? Mr. Busy man. Was he also the one who found me online them?" she joked?

"I'm sure I'd have to hire a special person to that if I planned on outsourcing it."

"Creep."

"You love it."

And she did.

He parked in front of the restaurant, without a care for the world.

"So you're telling me we're making a big deal about keeping a secret that you're here, yet you decide to park like a proper asshole?" she remarked while he opened the door for her. Jokes were making her focus on something else than the fact she was falling for him too hard.

"Oh, you're going absolutely hate my plan," he laughed as they were entering the full on empty restaurant.

"Wow, look at that. I invited all my friends!" he whispered to her ear before addressing the owner.

"Hello, you must be Dario?"

This Dario person smiled brightly at him. "Ah, mister Papaya!" Lando nodded and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dario then started speaking Italian without a care of the world. Language wise deaf Lando did not count for the fact people just did not speak English in this part of Italy. A tiny crack in his plan. What was he suppose to do, call Carlos? But, Y/N having spend a good year or two studying there was there to ease the situation. She whipped out her B1 Italian and greeted the man. Dario's happiness filled up the room.

He seated them and immediately brought local red wine and giving a long talk about where this wine was from and how his grandma used to pick up the grapes herself and how the notes did this and that. Y/N tried to translate at the beginning, but Dario looked like was ready to give a TED talk. She started to loose the grasp of the story, which Lando observed. And like good gentleman he helped her out. No, of course not, when he saw her getting lost, he put on a super interested face and asked about seven follow up questions. Y/N was super annoyed. The kind of annoyed that creates a smile on your face.

When this showdown finally ended, Y/N nearly gulped the wine down. "So rude, Dario just said, you're suppose to sit it and let it roll," said Lando and with too much affect sipped his wine. "Aah," he took a deep breath and the bit his tongue. Y/N stuck her tongue out completely like a five year old child. "Yes, I can see your red tongue, that's also one of the reasons why you sip it."

They sat, talked and laughed. He seemed genuinely interested when she blabbed a little bit too long about her latest projects. And then he asked her for a feedback on his latest merch, which by sheer coincidence included lots of photos of him. It was hard to admit how much he enjoyed the idea of her looking at him.

"So, um. I'm not sure I understood Dario correctly. But it looks like he insists on getting us the local speciality," she said hesistantly.

"Well, only if his grandma would approve. But why is this strange look on your face?"

"I must have gotten it wrong. Because burnt pasta just sounds wrong. If I wanted that, I could have stayed and have my roommate cook for us."

"Hm, that is an interesting idea." Lando pretended he did not know her roommate's name.

Once Dario brought out the burnt pasta, the couple had a hard time not to laugh.

"When in Rome...well not in Rome, but you get the idea."

"Why is this good?" Y/N proclaimed with her mouth full to the limit.

Lando laughed. "Ah, we have a lady at the table, I see. I mean yeah, I am not supposed to be having pasta now, but this is so weirdly good."

They finished their strange pasta and the bottle of wine. Said goodbye to Dario, Y/N tried not to think on how much it cost to close a restaurant down.

"Wait, what are we going to do about the car? We can't drive now."

"Not to sound like a complete asshole, but I'd like we remove the WE from any sentence including driving now at the beginning, if that is ok. And like I said at the beginning, you're gonna hate this."

"Go on, Lando boy. Tell me."

"Yeah, the car was provided by my employer. And they really need me, so I'm just going to leave the car here to get towed and inform them later."

"Jesus, why!"

"Well, I figured we'll get a taxi in the morning. I want to enjoy all the time I have with you. Dealing with the car is not on the menu today."

There was nothing for Y/N to reply. She was having too much fun to be thinking.

They found what seemed to be the shittiest bar playing 80's and 90's songs, weirdly colored lights swinging out of the rhythm and with people there consisting of old papas and few probably underaged kids. They brought their own wine bottle from Dario, Lando paid 100 euros for two glasses and for the bartender leaving them alone. It did not take long for Y/N to break out to the dance floor. Lando watched her clumsy yet somehow elegant moves for a moment, before he joined her. They danced, as if they were the only people there, laughing and completely ignoring the looks they were getting. And to the tones of remix of Brother Louis, they kissed again. And this time, they kept kissing until late hours, hand roaming around each other, as if they were two teenagers making out for the first time.

part 5

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[cupidddd-d]

you waste your time on daft pretty boys

in which spencer reid is so smart, but he's so dumb!

if you had a quarter for every time you tried flirting with spencer reid and he obliviously rebuffed your attempts, you'd have enough money to buy a yacht.

at first, it started with you innocently brushing his arm when you had to walk past him. you'd make eye contact with him across the room. he thought nothing of it.

and then you purposely wore a pair of shoes that were practically falling apart, all so you could fall into his arms and bat your eyelashes at him as he caught you. he caught you, but he immediately set you back on your feet, almost as if he was afraid to touch you for more than a second.

"you should be more careful," he laughed, somehow still completely clueless to the fact that you were putting the moves on him.

"i mean, i don't get it! i've been flirting with him all week, and nothing! why isn't he just taking the hint?" you complained to morgan as you slumped down in your cubicle.

spencer being late only ever happened once in a blue moon, but he was late today. and you needed to take full advantage of his absence to pester morgan for advice.

"honestly, you're wasting your time here. if you're not going to be direct with him, he'll never get the hint. the kid's like a robot," morgan shrugged, twirling his pen in the air.

"it's true," prentiss agreed as she walked by, overhearing your conversation. "his iq gets slashed to nothing when it comes to romance. you need to be upfront with him."

"but it's so embarrassing!" you whined, dropping your head on your desk with defeat. "what if he rejects me?"

"the answer's always gonna be no if you never ask," prentiss raised her eyebrows at you knowingly.

you groaned dramatically at her words, weakly slapping your desk a few times to further express your point. "fine, but if he rejects me, i'm changing my name and moving to costa rica. i'll start a new life, and you'll never see me again!" you threaten them both, pointing your index finger at them.

"yeah, yeah," morgan smirked smugly, interlacing his hands behind his head as he leaned back.

"shut up, baldie!" you retorted, just because you had to get the last word in.

"so...spencer," you say awkwardly, standing over his cubicle. everyone except hotch had gone home, and you two were the only ones still working in the bullpen.

"yeah?" his smile was so sweet and so welcoming, but it had never intimidated you before the way it does now.

"um, okay. so basically morgan and prentiss were telling me to be upfront with you because i've been flirting with you like, this whole week, and you haven't gotten the hint yet. spencer, i think you're a great guy, and i really like being around you. do you maybe...want to go out sometime? as a date?" you rambled nervously, feeling a hot blush creep up your cheeks.

you watched spencer fumble for words for what seemed like hours. his mouth parted, then it closed again. he just blinked at you, a little squeaking noise coming out of his mouth as he blushed red, from his neck to the tips of his ears.

"y-yeah, i'd like that! l-like, a lot!" he squeaked, turning a lovely shade of fire engine red. "w-we could w-watch um, a movie! does f-friday work? c-cool, okay!"

he dashed off before you could say anything, but friday did work for you, so you just stood there in disbelief.

"yeah, cool, okay..." you echoed, a giddy smile on your face.

[naakamuraz]

only you, my girl (ethan nakamura x f!reader)

warnings: reader doubts herself if you squint, ethan has BOTH of his eyes, child of aphrodite!reader (though its only really said in one line), theyre minors (in high school)

about: pink clothing-loving girlfriend and gray/black-clothing loving boyfriend. not an ideal couple in the eyes of the gossip circle and, well, everyone at camp half-blood, but neither of you really cares what anyone else says!

author's note: first post!! theres such a lack of ethan nakamura fics so i decided to make one myself! also this was inspired by someone else but i cant remember their @, if you know please cmnt :(

school was exhausting, to say the least.

ethan was never good in school in the first place. you, however, were an honors student since elementary school. way to beat the "dumb aphrodite kid" allegations, huh? but anyways, being smart wasnt always a good thing. especially when it meant your teachers, especially the ones that hated your guts, had an excuse to pile assignment after assignment onto you.

weekends were some sort of escape for you. your weekends typically consisted of well, spending time with ethan, your perfect pair.

this weekend, you both had decided to go to the mall. he would pay for anything you wanted, always going against your protest. you always, always, told him something of the sort : "its okay, ethann! i have my own money. stop it!"

and yet he always seemed to win. you didnt wanna seem spoiled, or like you were using him, cause why would you? how could anyone ever use anyone so perfect?

well perfect in your eyes. during the summers, all you got were weird looks and mumbles. "why is she with him?"

of course, they were either referring to your difference in styles, or the fact that a daughter of beauty/love was with a child of revenge and balance.

needless to say, you didnt really care.. you loved him more than anything, even your my melody plushies!

he found you the cutest girl ever. no other girl could compare in his eyes; you were perfect.

he found your like towards all things cutesy adorable!! especially when you two would stand next to eachother, the contrast between his baggy black cargos and your pink-white skirt all too obvious.

anytime you two went to the mall, he knew you would go straight for the miniso store. though you never really asked for anything before you walked out; presumably because he would insist on paying if you did.

"ethann!" you said, your voice somehow soft like always, even when you werent trying. he was looking drawn to some skateboard store. "you can go if you wanna-" "no, its fine." he'd respond before you could even finish. you didnt wanna seem more clingy -- well, you thought you looked clingy even when you didnt -- than you already did, latching onto his hand like you two were attached at the hip.

"where do you wanna go?" he'd mumble, his fingers shifting positions - you thought he would take his hand away. instead, he simply slipped his fingers between yours.

your cheeks were slightly dusted with a light shade of pink, you still werent entirely used to this yet. nor was he, but he just liked to seem like he was.

you adjusted your white arm warmers, looking back up at him. "i dont know."

"oh, really? you usually know everything." he teased, reaching out an arm to pat down a strand of hair that was sticking out.

"hmm, maybe.." "miniso?" "hey!-" "youre really predictable, y'know-" "am not!"

your small bunny hairclip began falling out, and - before you could even reach it - he adjusted it back to exactly where it was, letting out a slight laugh.

"thank youu, ethan," you said, leaning up on tippy toes to give him a small kiss, which embarrassingly made him flustered.

"miniso it is, i guess.." he mumbled.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Binary Star

Part I

Pairing: academic rival!Satoru Gojo x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, power play, hurt/comfort, no curse au, this series will get darker as the story progresses.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: It has to pay off, he thinks as he waits for the headmaster to finally announce the valedictorian, knowing she is there too, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. What face is she going to make when his name will be called? Is she going to cry? To yell at him and publicly demand a re-evaluation? Or will she, perhaps, finally admit he's done a fantastic job and won fair and square?

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He is really going to get her this time. This is the finish line, quite literally: the graduation; his last attempt to win and emerge victorious from the very last battle between him and her. It has to be it.

If he couldn't win against her for the last time, Gojo would probably have a mental breakdown right in the middle of the ceremony. Geto standing right next to him rolls his eyes to the ceiling over his friend who's shaking from excitement and fear. Of course, Satoru wouldn't admit it even under torture, but Suguru knows better. The girl his friend has been competing with throughout high school isn't just smart: she's completely insane like Gojo and as big pain in the ass as him. Who knows, perhaps she'll really win this round. He prefers not to think of it.

Satoru searches for her in the crowd, standing on his toes despite already being a foot taller than anyone else in the hall. Is she here? This nightmarish woman who has been pushing him to give high school his all because she dared to take away his crown of the best student during their freshman year? When Satoru saw the scores, he thought he might have had a heart attack. There was no way he was no longer #1.

"That's what you get for messing around the chem lab," Shoko snorted while Satoru dumbly stared at the name of that annoying girl, always the teachers' pet, heading the list. His name was written right under hers.

What the actual fuck?! She got a better score than him? Him, the genius, with his undeniably superior IQ of 180 that he flaunted at any given time? Who did she think she was, Sheldon Cooper or something?

It got him so fired up he actually started studying.

"You're so dumb," Geto eventually said after his friend had gotten in the argument with the girl during their ethics class - again. "You know you could be making out with her now, right? She's the only person who could actually get along with your stubborn ass."

"Wha-a-at? What about you?" Immediately disregarding his question, Satoru was already pouting like a kid. "Wouldn't you date me?"

"Yeah, over my dead fucking body."

To be fair, it's not that Gojo never thought of her that way - she was pretty, even if he was never going to admit it out loud - but she was also so insufferable Gojo really couldn't focus on anything else but beating her in that game they were playing. The best score on the history exam? They both wanted it. Math test? Him and her were working on those questions as if their lives depended on it. Biology project? Satoru made sure to do the impossible, submitting something he would get a Noble prize for, and yet he still somehow managed to get the same grade as her. It was absolutely infuriating.

Why on Earth did she decide she could be better than him? He was Satoru Gojo, after all. The one and only son of Gojo family, who was not only embarrassingly rich but also fucking smart - his parents used to flaunt his talents throughout his whole childhood and continued doing it well into adulthood. He couldn't tell them he was no longer #1. What would his mother say? Dear God, it was hard to imagine what would happen to his father of he learned some random girl got a better grade for that English paper than him. It was, at the very least, unbecoming of Satoru.

But she was unrelenting, irritated with his status of the school genius, and ready to fight him on every occasion. Satoru had no idea what could piss her off so much - in the end, he was the most charming guy around, wasn't he? - but there wasn't a day she'd let him have his way. She was brave, persistent, and knowledgeable, and he hated her very much.

The fact that Shoko and Suguru were asking him to please get together with her and stop antagonizing the whole school only riled up Gojo even more. As if he was going to date that nerd!

When he learned she'd be running for the valedictorian, it was the last drop. No fucking way. She couldn't take it away from him - even if he had never actually cared about being a valedictorian.

If his friends had thought he was obessessing over her, now they realized Satoru went completely nuts. He started studying so much he barely slept: it was a given, considering the bags under his eyes were making his skinny ass look like a starving raccoon. Geto couldn't drag gim out even in between lessons because Satoru was immediately burying his head in the books.

It has to pay off, he thinks as he waits for the headmaster to finally announce the valedictorian, knowing she is there too, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. What face is she going to make when his name will be called? Is she going to cry? To yell at him and publicly demand a re-evaluation? Or will she, perhaps, finally admit he's done a fantastic job and won fair and square?

Pfft, of course she won't. She'll probably stab him in the parking lot once he tries to get into his car.

But when the headmaster finally announces the results, and his, Satoru Gojo's, name is called, he no longer sees her in the crowd, and the sweet taste of victory suddenly turns to ashes in his mouth.

Where is she? She couldn't have known it would be him. To be frank, he didn't either. How could she leave right before the results were announced?

He gives his speech with a stupid smile plastered all over his face, but his mood has already soured. She had to be there to hear he was named this year's valedictorian! What face did she make? Did she leave right after she heard it wasn't her? Did she cry? Did she run away because she couldn't take it? Wasn't she going to say to him anything at all?

How could she just... vanish?

He doesn't know why he expected her to be the bigger person and come tell him he did great, but he truly did. Suddenly, he realizes he wants her to look him in the face and say he is good enough.

Did he need to be the bigger person, perhaps? But, wait, isn't he a bigger person by default because he's the winner, he wondered. The winner is always the bigger person if he doesn't rub loser's face in the dirt, right?

In the end, he couldn't even enjoy the victory he had been craving for so long.

"She had something urgent come up," Shoko says later in the restaurant, making a tsk-ing sound while Gojo listens to her with a frown on his face. "Something about her family."

Something about her family? What could be as important as the announcement of valedictorian?

"Are you dumb?" With a sigh, Suguru cocks his head to the side. "Plenty of things are more important than this valedictorian crap."

Maybe to somebody else, but not to her, Satoru thinks. Beating him has always been the only thing on her mind, and nothing could have changed that.

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He will be mulling over it for a long, long time once he realizes she did not follow him to Harvard despite her scholarship.

Part II

Tags: @minshookie29

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi

I hope you’re feeling better. I was wondering if you could do a headcanon of part 6 with the biggest himbo that they have ever seen and somehow is able to survive things that should have killed them. But don’t stress yourself.

hi, yep i can do that, hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!

Jolyne Cujoh

At first, she thinks you’re a complete idiot. Like, painfully dumb. But then you survive getting hit by a car twice in one day with just a “whoa, that was close!” and she starts re-evaluating everything she knows about life.

She tries so hard to get you to think before you act. “You can’t just do random stuff and hope for the best!!” But somehow, it always works out for you.

You’re like a golden retriever on two legs, and she has to physically stop herself from getting attached. But when you look at her all starry-eyed and go, “Jolyne, you’re so smart and strong… I think you’re the coolest person ever,” she melts.

She might act exasperated, but she’s protective of you. If anyone tries to take advantage of your lack of brain cells, she’s immediately ready to fight on your behalf.

Narciso Anasui

His first instinct? How is this fool still alive? His second instinct? How do I keep them alive?

He gets stressed constantly because you walk straight into life-threatening situations without a care in the world. You once tripped and fell into a Stand battle by accident and somehow won.

Anasui has tried explaining things to you so many times, but you always just smile and nod like, “Got it, bro!” and then do the exact opposite.

The worst part? He can’t even hate you. You’re too nice. One time, you brought him a rock you found and said, “This made me think of you!” and he still doesn’t know what that means, but he kept it.

He doesn’t trust your survival skills, yet you’ve lived through more near-death experiences than he has. It’s terrifying. He’s in awe.

Weather Report

He’s completely baffled by you. No thoughts, just pure confusion. He doesn’t understand how you function.

“You should be dead.” You just laugh. He is not joking.

The first time he saw you trip over nothing and somehow dodge a fatal attack by accident, he just stared at you for a full minute, contemplating the absurdity of the universe.

You remind him of a very dumb but very lovable animal. A big, goofy St. Bernard that doesn’t realize its own strength.

Surprisingly, you’re one of the few people who can make him laugh. There’s just something about your unshakable optimism and the way you say the dumbest things with so much sincerity.

Foo Fighters (F.F.)

You two get along scarily well. F.F. is also kind of dumb in an alien way, so the two of you spend way too much time asking each other the dumbest questions.

“Do fish get tired of swimming?” “Bro, I was just about to ask that.” Jolyne has to physically separate you sometimes.

F.F. is convinced you have some kind of supernatural luck. One time, you ran straight into enemy territory because you thought you saw a cool bird, and somehow your clumsy, chaotic energy caused a chain reaction that took out the enemy Stand user.

They think you’re a scientific anomaly. They genuinely want to study you. You don’t even mind, because you think they’re neat.

If anyone insults you, they immediately get super defensive. “Don’t call them dumb!! They are my best friend and the strongest human alive!!”

Ermes Costello

She immediately adopts a big-sister role. You’re too stupid to be left alone.

“How have you survived this long?” she asks, massaging her temples while you excitedly explain how you once wrestled an alligator for fun.

You call her “cool” and “super smart,” and it flusters her way more than she’ll ever admit.

She teaches you basic survival skills out of sheer frustration, but you never use them. “I got this!” you say confidently, right before somehow accidentally dodging an attack that should’ve killed you.

The day you casually lifted something insanely heavy like it was nothing, she realized that despite being an idiot, you’re also kind of useful.

[profundcherrylady]

Under a spell

Rin Itoshi (by cherrylady)

● No Blue Lock

● Implied fem!reader

● Cursing

● College AU I guess

● Extremely short because I wrote this mostly for the laughs

A witch.

That were Isagi's firsts thoughts when he met you. You must surely be a witch.

And no, he didn't mean you were ugly or unpleasant to be around or mean on any kind of way, but you gotta give it to him, your behavior was kind of suspicious. For starters, who in their right mind would date Rin Itoshi? And second of all, HOW did Rin fall for you in the first place? He wasn't a fucking idiot, he had SEEN the signs; you HAD to be a witch of some sorts.

The first things he had noticed were Rin's obvious changes of behavior. He had became careless; dumb even, which before meeting you seemed impossible to him. It felt like ever since he started dating you he would only hear Rin talk about you, always, everywhere, with everyone; like a possessed creature whose thoughts were consumed by you. Rin had never been talkative, but lately all he does is babble about you. Seriously, Rin Itoshi, babbling. He wasn't even thinking about soccer anymore! Did he get a girlfriend or was he replaced with an alien? Not like Rin was much different from an alien to start with, but still...

"She would like this..." Yoichi's head would almost snap from the force which he used to turn around his neck, a look of absolute shock on his face. It was only some stupid ad on the TV from the common room on their dorm... why on earth was he thinking about you now of all times?

Because he was PUT under a SPELL. You were a witch, obviously, but everybody said he was crazy. And they were BLINDED.

He had seen it, he had heard Rin mumbling to himself while no-one was watching.

"Miss her... gotta text her... wanna see her..."

WHAT the FUCK.

Your attitude towards it didn't help much either. It was almost like you were encouraging that behavior on him, like you enjoyed seeing him like that; submissive, loyal, obedient... the hell was happening here?!

"Aww, Rin, you're so obsessed with me, haha." you'd LAUGH. Giggle, even; your expression giddy as he happily rested on your lap like some little dog that you had control over. He didn't even deny it, he let out a soft 'hum' and leaned into your touch caressing his hair. His eyes were drooping, yet he refused to fall asleep and stayed in some half-awake state that didn't make the situation seem better either. He was mesmerized, calm, compliant... "You're so cute like this..."

During classes, he would follow you around like a pet, acting like someone who wasn't Rin at all. He would carry your books, pay for your lunch, give you his jacket, even his umbrella when it was raining and despite the fact that he ended up walking through the rain an catching a cold, he didn't care. He wouldn't be snarky or sarcastic about it, either, he would just... do it.

"Riiiin, I don't wanna get wet with the rain.. give me your umbrella."

"Okay." And that's it? No 'you should have brought your own? No smart-ass remark? Damn, okay.

But was it a coincidence that you were always avoiding water? NO, because you were a WITCH, which brings him to his next point. YOU SO OBVIOUSLY BEHAVE LIKE A WITCH.

Okay so maybe you were studying food chemistry. That doesn't make it any less suspicious that you always use Rin as a 'subject' to 'taste' your 'food' (witch potions, he claims). It's no coincidence that he always somehow seems more in love with you every time he takes a bite of whatever you prepare for him.

"How is it?"

"Hm... so good... you look pretty."

Isagi has had the intentions of proving that food has something on it... but he doesn't want to risk trying the food.

You're always studying something, making something with herbs and plants and other witch stuff... suspicious as hell. Although he is yet to find actual prove of all of his theories, he's sure of it. You're a witch and you had put some sort of spell on Rin Itoshi.

[mermaidxatxheart]

The First Time

A/N: this is in direct response to @hederasgarden I hope you enjoy it. You can blame her or thank her 😂😂

Summary: the first time Javi, Tyler, Scott, and Kate fuck you.

Warnings: dumbification (slightly), public sex, drinking, fingering, oral. Probably more but we’re all adults. Minors DNI

Scott knows you’re smart. You’re a fucking engineer for fucks sake. He has no faults with your work. It’s you. You drive him crazy, you might not say much but when you do it’s smart, quick, cutting. More than once you’ve taken him down a peg or two and it pisses him the fuck off. The first time he fucked you was after months of watching you in your little tight jeans and that shirt that rides up just a tad too far. He knocks on your motel door long after everyone has gone to bed. He shouldn’t be there but he spent a little too much time imagining you stripping to get ready for bed and now he’s hard. You let him in and he’s kissing you. But it’s not caring. It’s dominating. You’re gonna do what he wants, and you’re gonna fucking love it. So with the frantic kisses, there are lip bites, he grips your ass, hard enough to leave rough handprints on each cheek.

“Take my cock out, honey. There’s a good girl.” He says lowly. He’s trying to be quiet, no one else needs to know how good he’s gonna fuck you. Your fingers are on his belt, fumbling as he gives your ass a sharp smack. He licks his fingers, sliding them down the front of your short sleep shorts. You let out the softest whimper as he swipes your clit teasingly.

“Aww. Is dumb baby so sensitive?” He taunts, giving it another brushing swipe. “Did pretty dumb baby forget what she’s supposed to be doing? Can’t think and do at the same time?”

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Tyler would show up after a particularly bad moment. A dangerous storm, seeing something that could leave a person shell shocked. He brings tequila or whiskey to help soothe your nerves. You both sit on the bed talking for a long time and somehow it always turns personal when you talk with him in those early morning hours. But this time, he has an intensity to him. Before you know it, he’s kissing you, easing you back onto the bed, his weight on you as he kisses down your neck, taking his time to find all those spots that make you moan. Your legs are wrapped around his hips and he grinds into you. He’s panting just as hard as you are, just as affected by you. He holds you there, taking just enough time to shuck off his Levi’s. Then he’s kissing and kissing, down your jaw, neck, the front of your throat, your breasts, down your hips, bunching your shirt in his hand as he nudges your legs apart. You’re laid out before him, a private feast just for him. And he indulges for as long as you’ll let him. Tears streaming down your face, you almost can’t remember your name. Then he’s kissing you, letting you taste yourself as he whispers what a good girl you are for him, but he’s not done yet. And then he’s pushing inside you, gently, slowly, letting you feel every ridge and every bump of his big cock. He takes it slow, letting your over sensitive body adjust. He speeds up slowly, making sure the only word you know anymore is please before he’s even close to being done with you. After, you’re nearly passed out. He cleans you up, climbs into bed next to you and holds you through the night. (He might wake you up for round two later. “Come on, sweetheart. You can take it, darlin. Let me in.”)

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Javi would be sloppy. More drinking. Sitting on the back of his pickup truck, contemplating life in the middle of a field. You’ve both nearly finished a bottle of tequila. Maybe you get into an argument about whether he can find the g-spot or clit and he’s like I’ll fuckin prove it. Take your shorts off. And you’re both just drunk enough to do it. And he throws his sleeping bag on the ground and you lay down and he eats you out to an impressive five orgasms, his face drenched with you as he sits back on his heels, proud as fuck that he won until he realizes that he’s really hard and hearing you moan his name did something deep inside his soul bits. So he kisses you, hovering over you, claiming your mouth as you undo his pants. He’s kissing down your chest, shoving your shirt up over your tits as he kisses any bit of skin he can find while you’re trying yank his shirt off over his head. It’s messy and sloppy, neither of you are sober but that doesn’t mean he didn’t satisfy

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Kate would be a dare. A lame party with some friends of a friend or something. She doesn’t want to be there, it’s not her scene anymore. But. They’re playing 7 minutes in heaven because why not? Only… the bottle doesn’t land on a boy. It lands on the pretty girl across the circle. You give her a reassuring smile and you take her into the closet. You turn the light on and smile at her.

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I’ve never been with a girl.”

“I’ll be gentle.” You wink and kiss her lips so softly that her only logical response is to kiss you back. You coax her into it, she arches, leaning into you as you kiss her, licking into her mouth as your hands ghost the swell of her ass. You only have seven minutes so your fingers are already unbuttoning her shorts, tugging them down. You kneel in front of her, taking them off just one leg. You guide her leg over your shoulder and look up at the gorgeous girl above you. She’s biting her lip, looking for all the world like she’s terrified of you. You kiss slowly up her thigh, nudging her slit open, dragging your tongue along her entrance, following right up to her clit. You keep your eyes on her as you start a little more aggressively than you would have wanted to for her first time. In a more casual setting, you would want to take your time, remove each layer one orgasm at a time. She gasps, her hand flying to the back of your head as you very quickly build her up. You don’t make her cum just yet. You have a little more time to tease her. She’s moaning, covering her mouth, her thighs are shaking and you grip her thighs, waiting until the very last second before making her cum. She grinds her pretty cunt against your mouth, chasing more. You pull away, smirking. You help her get redressed and kiss her again slowly.

“You know where to find me if you want more, gorgeous.”

She shows up at your door after the party ends.

“I thought I might return the favor.”

[retrowitchy]

lenore dove is stirring up some kind of ruckus here

here's chapter 4 of this little fic i'm working on from lenore dove's POV the night she calls haymitch on the phone !

*✴︎+ the law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common: chapter 4 on ao3

The Peacekeepers have quite the predicament on their hands. On the one hand, the beams in front of the Justice Building, holding up a big banner that says “PANEM TODAY, PANEM FOREVER”, are flickering with flames only growing. On the other, they got a full on riot going on. People are running to escape the fray, but others are throwin’ things, fighting back, getting a few licks in before they’re inevitably carted off.

It is a far better outcome than anything I could have dreamed.

I can’t make it up to Haymitch. It’s my fault, all of this. But this is a good start. If I can stamp my name on this, do my part, show that District 12 has not yet lost its voice, I can lose him with peace in my heart.

As reinforcements start to pull up to the scene, I’m yanked out of my dream of the future and into a van, cuffed, and locked out of the light. “Careful of my skirt!!” I yell as I thud against the wall of the van. They pay me no heed. The world goes dark as those doors slam shut.

The Covey have a saying, something Tam Amber repeated I-don’t-know-how-many times throughout my childhood.

We’re here on earth to reduce misery, not add to it.

My uncles believe this means staying out of the fight. Spreading love through music, and gentle words. They know of loss.

Me, I see it a bit differently. I think reducing misery has a bit more bite to it. Reducing is an action, it’s in motion. It’s alive, it’s moving, it’s working. And I believe that in order to really reduce misery, we ought to push back against the powers fighting to spread it. There aren’t too many around here that would say the same, at least not out loud, but I know that people feel the same, deep down. That show, that stage burning down due to heaven-knows-what, that was the proof in the pudding. Fire is catching.

The van rumbles its way to the prison, and I’m just getting into a good rumination on the other times I’ve spent in this car, when we stop, and the doors swing open. For a second, the bright light flooding into my space makes me think it’s morning, until I remember it’s not, and it’s really just a Peacekeeper’s flashlight.

“Out!” they snap at me. I obey, holding my head up high.

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“So. The Covey girl, once again.”

The commander leans forward across his desk, his great ugly teeth sneerin’ down at me. I hate ‘em. I hate his grey uniform, these grey walls, the grey handcuffs trapping me to the table, this grey, empty room. They don’t deserve this color. They don’t see the beauty in it.

“I don’t have a clue what you mean,” I say.

“Girl, don’t play stupid. We all know this isn’t your first trip to the cells.”

“Well, I haven’t done a thing wrong,” is all I say in response to that. I meet his eyes. Daring him to say otherwise.

“You’ve expressly defied the Capitol and all affiliated with it through your little routine tonight, missy. Don’t get smart with me,” he warns, as I start to open my mouth. “And we got you this time. We could keep you here for the rest of your days. We could hang you for this.”

I swallow. Hanging’s threat as good as any, but this time it looms a little too close for comfort. My uncles are not gonna be happy about this one.

“Clerk Carmine, Tam Amber. They’ll be comin’ for me in the morning,” I say. “They’ll throw a right fit if you do anything drastic tonight.”

Clerk Carmine’s got a gun in a secret spot somewhere in our house, but I don’t say that. I just think it.

The commander laughs like I said something funny. And suddenly he leans forward again.

“You think I care about two old men getting a little protective?? I’ve got better things to worry about…and so do you.”

My heart jumps up for a second in fear, and I don’t know why, but my first thought is Haymitch somehow. That’s dumb, though.

“You’ll be spending the night here. Tomorrow, a full trial for your crimes-”

“Actions-” I interject. Might have been too bold- he slaps me right across the cheek. I do everything I can to stop my eyes from watering, but I don’t think it’s working.

“I said don’t get smart with me,” he says. “A full trial for your crimes. Inevitably resulting in guilt and a sentence to the gallows.” He’s reveling in those words, I can tell, chewing ‘em around in his mouth and spitting ‘em back out at me with pleasure. It makes me so mad I could scream.

“So hang me,” I just say, jutting my chin out despite the tears sparkling in the corners of my eyes. “Make me a martyr. I’ll be back with my boy soon enough.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, cruel and horrible no doubt, when another officer comes through the door.

“’Scuse me, sir,” he says, “but there’s an emergency phone call direct from the Capitol.”

“What?” asks the commander, standing up. “Fine. I’m coming.”

“It’s from a high-up connection. Something about a last-meal type call for the District 12 tributes. It’s….for her.”

A call from a District 12 tribute. For me.

Guess I was right to think of Haymitch.

[ash5monster01]

Every Thought

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of childhood trauma, love languages, no use of y/n

Summary: When you casually mention to Steve you were thinking of him the other day he finds that the sentence alone made his heart soar for you and now he wants nothing more than to keep making you think of him forever. (I saw a reblog that @onegirlmanytales made and now I can’t get the idea of Steve being head over heels for someone just because they cared enough to think of him, so this was born)

word count: 1.6k

Masterlist

Normally Steve isn't this quiet. Yet how could he speak when you had just dropped this bomb on him? You said it so nonchalantly, laughing and contuining your story as if those words you had just uttered didn't completley wreck him. 'I was thinking about you the other day' and recalling some story where you had seen a guy struggling to use his walkman. You said it was something you could see him doing. You thought of him because you knew him, you noticed him. Actions and moments in time could remind you of him and the fact he was even on your mind at all made his heart soar.

He tried to determine why the simple action could tug on his heart so badly but then he realized it was because he had been waiting so long for someone to notice him. His parents never paid him any mind and since he had dropped King Steve status none of his peers did either. Even when dating Nancy her mind always seemed elsewhere, like she didn't even hear the words coming out of his mouth. He had gotten used to it, used to being an after thought. He busied himself with helping his friends, the kids, and he no longer bothered with making an impression on anyone because he was just Steve. He was dumb, clumsy, and nothing more than a pretty face. He didn’t have hobbies, hadn't played sports since highschool, and while everyone he knew was in college he worked at a video store. Yet somehow through all of this you had noticed him and the simple mannerisms of a stranger led your mind to think of him. A first thought, something that made you smile.

"Everything okay Steve?" your voice is the one to break him from his thoughts. He had been functioning on autopilot. Driving everyone home, the same route as always, you the last stop.

"Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?" he asked now nervous because it was just you two in the car, and based on the feelings he was holding for you right now he didn’t want to say anything that would embarass him.

"You haven’t spoke all afternoon and your gripping that steering wheel like it called you a mean name" you told him and he instantly loosened his hands, the blood rushing back to his knuckles that had turned white.

"Sorry" he apologized even though he wasn't entirely sure why. Just as he was about to scold himself your soft giggles filled the air beside him and as he looked over at you he swore there was hearts in his eyes.

"That's our Steve" you giggled lightly, as if his unecessary apology was another common thing for him to do. An action that would remind you of him. God he wanted you to think of him after everything you saw. Isn't that was what it was like to be in love? To see a puppy and your first thought to be you want that person to see it too. You see someone do a kind gesture and think that person would do that too. To always have them in your mind at all times. The forefront of your thoughts.

"I'm nothing special" he found himself saying and the gasp that came from you made his heart rate accelerate. He wished you knew he thought of you too. All the time. When he saw girls with your hair color, when someone laughed just a touch too loudly. It was always you and now you were thinking of him too.

"Nothing special? Please, you're Steve. Loyal, strong, smart, generous Steve. Nothing special my ass" and tears stung at the back of his eyes because you had taken qualities he didn't see in himself and labeled him as just those. That was how you saw him. He was afraid to speak, afraid you'd hear the sadness in his voice, but his silence spoke volumes instead. "You don’t believe me?"

"It's not that" he was defending, a soft shake of his head, but you didn't beleive him either. The look in your eyes was one of shock and thought while you tried to see what gears were turning in that head of his. His beautful, big haired head. The one you thought of everytime you saw someone with just as big and gorgeous hair as him.

"It is Steve" you finally settled, realizing that he really didn't think any of those things about himself.

"I'm just Steve though, I'm bullshit" and the words that Nancy had said to him all those years ago rang through his head. He had always known deep down he wasn't anything special but she was the first one to say it to his face. To call him a term he could identify with. He thought he was over it but maybe after all this time he was not.

"Oh shut the fuck up" and the hard language that came from you had him looking at you in shock. You held your ground though, arms crossed over your chest and stern look glaring into his eyes.

"Excuse me?" he asked and you rolled your eyes so hard he swore they could've gotten stuck up there if you weren't careful. Just as he turned onto your road you were shifting in your seat to face him.

"Let's get one thing straight. You are not bullshit, maybe your relationship with Nnacy was, but you? Not bullshit. You're the nicest guy I know and that says a lot considering you were a major dick in highschool. But now, now you help whenever any of us call, you drive us around even if you don't have the time, you make sure all of us are comfortable and safe at all times. You're so loyal to each of us, you fight whenever we need you too, you think quickly under pressure, you'd give the coat off your back if any of us needed it. Maybe you don't see yourself as all those things, but I do" you huffed out, turning back to normal in your seat just as he pulled to a stop in your driveway. Steve took a moment to process your words, the headlights of his car beaming brghtly at your garage door.

"I love that you think of me" he whispered into the dark night air and you were sucking in a sharp breath, surprised by the weight of his words. To anyone else they would sound like nothing but you knew Steve and if you knew him the way you thought he did, he just said I love you. In perfect Steve langauge way. So you took a shot in the dark, literally.

"I love you too Steve" and now he was staring at you with wide eyes but adoration too. Slowly you unclipped your seat belt, ready to grab your bag at your feet and move on now that somehow all of these things you thought about him had been aired out. Yet before you could open the door his arm was stopping you.

"How'd you know?" he asked, and you knew he meant about what he had said. How you knew he was saying I love you without really saying it.

"Because, I know you" and before you could process what was happening next Steve had captured your lips with his own. You sat there wide eyed but the plushness of his pink lips against your own had your eyes fluttering shut and fingers tangling in his hair. Steve kissed you like his life depended on it, firm hand against your back to keep your chest as close to his as possible. You tasted like strawberry lip gloss and orange soda, considering he had just watched you drink one. When you finally broke a part it took a moment for you to reopen your eyes, you were still trying to processs how real all of that had just been.

"Please think about me every chance you get cause God, the idea of you always having me on your mind does things to me I can't even explain" he groaned out, fingers brushing though your hair and you couldn't help but giggle like a little girl at his words.

"I promise, I think about you all the time" you told him and he was grinning deviously before ducking down and kissing you quickly again.

"Good because if you didn't it would be embarassing how much I think of you too" he told you and you were smiling and cupping his face in your hands. Kissing him softly knowing you now would get to do this more often. The kind of kiss you didn't need to rush bcause you had the promise of more kisses to come.

"Did I tell you about the guy in Melvalds with the really tight blue jeans that made me think of you?" you were asking and Steve groaned out, pink dusting his cheeks as you embarassed him.

"No, and I dont want to know" he told you and you gave him a fake surprised look, leaning into him as best you could.

"What, he had a great ass! Just like you" and he was shaking his head, pulling your mouth to his own so he could shut you up. You giggled against his mouth and Steve's heart fluttered at the action. For the first time he had someone in his life who saw him for what he was and he was so glad he got to love you in return.

“Want to go inside so I have something to think about tomorrow?”

[theunsweetenedtruth]

Kinksize

AN: Request from Tumblr: Can I request a fic where the main girl is used to dealing with indecisive and small, in both body and mind, men and when she meets M'Baku who wants to court her she's just blown away by his big personality and size? Just completely enamored by his build and his presence.

Originally written in 2019 and somehow this still works LMAO

Desiree was tired. Once again, she'd had to walk out of a date with another man who found her intelligence, her ideals, her body to be too big to handle. In order to try to handle her, he'd begun talking shit. 

"You know you'll never get a man acting like that," Christ or Craig or whatever the fuck his name was said.

"I'm sorry? Acting like what?" Desiree was playing dumb. Let this nigga dig his own hole.

Carlos couldn't let the moment to 'educate' her pass. He sat up in his seat, leaning forward eagerly.  "You act too smart and too busy. I mean, I don't want a woman who knows more than I do or who makes more than I do. I'm the man so I'm supposed to provide for you. And what you know so much about politics for anyways? I don't even see the point in voting. I'm gonna be fine irregardless."

Desiree made note that irregardless was being used incorrectly and took a sip of her water. They hadn't even ordered yet.

"And I need a woman who's all about me and what I have going on anyways."

"I'm sorry what is it you do?"  

"I'm a real estate agent but I work at Target too."

"Do you have your realtor's license?"

"Well...no. But I'm working on it."

"So you work at Target." Desiree rolled her eyes discreetly. But she was supposed to quit her job as the pricing manager of a major freight and logistics company to make him feel better about himself? She took another sip of water. 

"Yeah I can get you a discount on jeans and pants and stuff." Desiree thought if the discount at Target would be worth it but then decided she'd rather pay full price at Target everyday for the rest of her life than to deal with his attitude. "You could lose some weight first and then I'll help you get some new Target clothes."

"Excuse me?" Her tone was icy; any other man with sense would've immediately backtracked.

Cory wasn't that smart.

"Yeah you could lose like 100 pounds. I don't need a fat girl who's gonna crush me while I'm doing it."

'Doing it.' Yeah she was done.

Desiree took another sip of water before lighting into this sorry excuse for a person. "Why would you think I'd want to fuck you? You're a pathetic man intimidated by the success of a black woman because you have none of your own. Quite frankly, you're not up to my standards and I pity the woman who will settle and out up with your misogynistic crap."

Is what she wanted to say. But there are so many women who end up getting killed after rejecting or embarrassing a man. So instead she got up and walked away.

Desiree sat at the bar of a hotel down the the block. She didn't want to go home and deal with her sister, who kept setting her up with these losers. Lexi had it in her head that Desiree should be out living her life, sleeping around and having fun before settling down and having two kids, just like she did. But Desiree had no desire to settle for a man just for sex and an occasional outing. She wanted to be swept off her feet by a secure man, who didn't demand her submission but willingly accepted. Who was worthy of being submitted to. 

She was the youngest pricing manager at her big time logistics company. She was the final decision maker on several sales approving millions of dollars in revenue a year. She owned her own home, drove a car she bought herself, and had good friends that supported her. So what she hadn't had a relationship since high school? She had all the other aspects that made up a great full life. The man would come later. 

"Is this seat taken?" A deep voice rumbled next to her and Desiree turned to look at the owner. 

Good God she thought. This man is gorgeous. He was broad shouldered, bulging muscles showing through the button up and suit jacket her was wearing. He'd unbuttoned the first two buttons, showing his throat and Desiree had to fight the urge to nuzzle the skin there. Not that she'd be able to reach. At five foot four and 220 pounds, he dwarfed her. He was taller than she was sitting on a bar stool. Desiree wanted to be picked up by this bear of a man, seated on his lap, wrapped in his arms...

A throat clearing shook her from her thoughts. She'd been staring. Her face felt hot with embarrassment. When she glanced back at him, she saw a smirk on his face and she ducked her head gesturing to the seat to her right. 

He signaled for the bartender and Desiree felt like a creep watching thick fingers tap on the bar. She noticed his nails were clean but the hands had the calluses of a man used to manual labor and—

No ring. He heart leapt at the thought that he wasn't taken but she tried to calm herself. In her experience, not having a ring didn't mean anything except that he wasn't wearing one. 

"You make a habit of staring at stranger?" His voice once again rang through her ears, his accent just like the rest of him: thick. 

Desiree met amused eyes. "Only if the stranger is interesting enough to catch my eye." His eyes darkened and Desiree bit her lip at her boldness. She was not like this normally. The bartender setting down his drink saved her from the power of his gaze. 

"I'm M'Baku," he said holding out a hand. 

"Desiree." The way M'Baku said her name back to her made he want to make him say it all night. 

"Are you a guest at the hotel?"

Desiree felt her frustration return at the reminder of what her night had been like so far. "No. I ducked in here to get away from a bad date." 

M'Baku signaled to the bartender again to bring her another drink. "Why don't you tell me about it." 

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M'Baku had seen the beautiful Desiree while she was at dinner. He'd been with T'Challa, Erik, and some American business men hoping to wine and dine them into working out a deal. M'Baku wasn't interested, preferring to look around the fancy restaurant he could tell wouldn't serve enough food. 

And something had caught his attention. 

Glory to Hannuman, he thought, looking at the woman. She was elegant looking, natural hair a cloud around her face, delicate shoulders exposed in an off the shoulder top tucked into a shimmery skirt. The skirt reflected blue in the lights of the chandelier and highlighted wide hips and a round behind. She was gorgeous and M'Baku spent many moments staring at her. 

His eyes slid over to the person with her. Her dinner companion was a small man. Not just in stature, but M'Baku could tell that he was small in mind as well. His body language towards the woman in front of him was dismissive and distant. M'Baku wanted to snatch the man up by the collar and give him a shake before whisking the woman away. What he wouldn't give to have such a woman dress up for him. Or undress. 

He could see that the woman was annoyed with the man who was now eagerly talking her ear off. Before he could make the decision to rescue her from her date, she got up, gathered her things and walked out. He heard the man complain about her but he was a harmless punk who didn't do anything. M'Baku slumped and tried to listen to the schmoozing going around him. He'd missed his opportunity. 

When he'd entered the hotel, he caught the glimmer of a sequined skirt out the corner of his eye. He didn't explain himself to T'Challa or Erik, walking towards Desiree without a backwards glance. He wouldn't let another opportunity pass him by. 

Now he was sitting, listening to Desiree lament the details of her short lived date. She was more beautiful up close, her hand gestures wild and her hair moved as she did. M'Baku watched as her lips moved; he was enamored. 

"Well his loss is my gain," M'Baku said sliding him arm across the back of her chair. He was testing the waters; it was clear she was attracted to him but enough to spend the night together? Enough to possibly spend their lives? M'Baku was all in already. 

Desiree leaned into him. "My night has definitely turned around." She had a sexy smirk on her face.

M'Baku moves in to whisper in her ear. "Would you like to make the night better?" Her eyes smoldered. It was a go

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Desire was in the elevator, standing across from M'Baku, on the way to the top floor, panicking on the inside. She was a modern, 21st century woman; she'd had her fair share of sexual experiences but never so soon after meeting someone. She didn't think of it as a one night stand though; she could tell that he was serious. He'd listened to her and wanted to make her night better. Desiree was someone who went off of vibes with a person and she felt safe with M'Baku, as she'd known him for a longer time than just the night. Plus even if it was only a one night thing, Desiree knew it'd be the best night of her life. 

She pushed off the wall to the elevator to approach M'Baku. His eyes were dark as he watched her. When she was chest to chest with him, she pressed up to her toes. He bent his head and met her halfway, pressing soft, full lips to her own. His beard tickled her chin and she slipped her tongue in his mouth. His hands ran down the length of her spine, over her hips, to curve to her ass and squeezed. Desiree moaned into his mouth and M'Baku pulled away to press kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and her neck, suckling in a way that had Desiree mewling. 

The ding of the elevator wrenched them away from each other. Desiree smiles at him bashfully and M'Baku answered with a grin of his own. He held out a hand and she placed hers in his. They walked in silence, hand in had to his room. They were really going to do this. Desiree couldn't wait. 

M'Baku fishes the key out of his pocket and opened the door for her. Desiree steppes into the suite. It was extremely fancy. She could tell from his clothing that this man wasn't like anything she'd dealt with before, but his hotel reiterated this. She took in the neatness, clothes hung in the closet behind glass doors and a fur throw was at the end of the bed. Desiree ran her hand through the fur before turned back to M'Baku. 

He was watching her move around his space. The air between them was thick with anticipation of what was to come. They both knew what the other wanted; it was just a matter of who would make the first move. 

It was M'Baku this time. He slowly crossed the room, shrugging off his dinner jacket. The white button up was tight across his chest and his muscles rippled with each step. He wrapped thick arms around her waist before lowering his head and kissing her again. It was the same dance in the elevator, lips sliding along, tongues delving into one another's mouths. M'Baku nipped at her lips, tugging at the skin of her lower lip. Desiree wrapped her arms around his neck. Sliding his hands to her thighs he hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. If she wasn't in love before, she was now; this was some movie shit. She'd never thought she'd meet a man who could handle her in this way. 

M'Baku sat on the bed before lying back, Desiree straddling his hips. She felt his erection press into her core and wound her waist to grind down on him. She reached to begin unbuttoning his shirt, caressing his skin as she went. He moved to help her undress, stroking her belly and putting calloused hands on her breasts. He pulled her nipples through her bras d he felt her grind down on him harder. 

They rushed to get the other's clothes off, getting distracted as more skin exposed and pressing kisses to each other. When Desiree saw M'Baku's erection she felt faint. He was big everywhere. His fingers slipped into her panties and her played with her swollen clit before going lower to finder her already slippery. Desiree's eyes closed against the sensation. His fingers were thick playing with her, stretching her wide. 

"Condoms?" 

"I don't have any. Didn't plan this." M'Baku's rough voice sounded in her ear as he kept fingering her. 

"I'm clean..." 

"So am I." 

"You can pull out." M'Baku groaned and Desiree was tossed on her back. 

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M'Baku felt wild with a need he had t felt in a long time. This woman was strong his blood on fire underneath his skin. She was allowing him to kiss and caress her but also go inside and bring them both pleasure. He kissed her as he removed the rest of her clothes. 

Desiree's dark nipples were puckered for his pleasure and ducked his head to suckled. Her moans were music to ears as he alternated between both, plucking with his fingers at the other. He leaned back to grip his dick, the head leaking already. He was hard and ready. He tapped the head on her clit after a few times before going in as slow as he could. 

M'Baku felt her stiffen up. He did his best to keep still but she was warm and wet and tight. He wasn't even halfway in and he felt like he would burst already. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah..."She was panting. "Just go slow." M'Baku pulled out and pushed back in further. He heard her make a boise that had him dig in her deeper. His mouth fit over hers as he moved his hips, his dick sliding against her slowly, pulling on her clit. 

"Baku," she cried out. She was gushing over him and he kept slipping and sliding deeper until he was all the way in. They were both panting while M'Baku wined his hips into her. 

"What is it baby? What do you need?"

"That's it keep going like that. You got me so wet." She was winding her hips back on him, setting a new pace and M'Baku changed his stroke to keep up. His head was full of her. What was she doing to him 

A deep groan wretched it's way out of his throat. Her pussy was gripping him. "Shiiiit...oh shiiiiiittt." Desiree wrapped her legs around his waist and bucking into him. He looked down to where they were joined and she was creaming, painting his dick white. The heavy sounds of skin slapping and Desiree calling him daddy was fading away to a ringing noise in his ear. He needed to pullout before he came. 

"Come on Desiree. Cum for me." He kept dragging his dick thrusting hard. He felt her squeeze around him, gripping him almost painfully. She cried out loudly gripping his arms and dragging her nails down his bicep. The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure had him scrambling to pull out. He drenched her clit and folds with his cum, his orgasm longer and stronger than he'd ever experienced. He had a brief thought of cumming inside her before brushing it away. Now that he'd found her. He had no intention of letting her go. There'd be other opportunities. 

He looked at Desiree. She had a blissful look on her face and was laying boneless with glassy eyes. He'd fucked her well. He rolled over to the side of the bed and struggled to get to his feet. She'd fucked him just as good, his legs were shaking. He came back with a warm, wet rag to clean up the mess they'd made. When he was finished, he went back into bed and pulled Desire into his arms, navigating around the wet spot they'd left. Desiree was asleep, small puffs of breath tickling his chest. M'Baku was the epitome of satisfaction. He would wake her up in a few hours for another round but he was content to watch her, the woman he wanted in his future.