#[[hey don't make me blush like that damn it now i gotta wait for my face to cool down]]

[emotionally-creative-rogue]

you are…., very pretty…, very handsome….,(/plat)

I, uh- I'm gonna- I have to- uh, somewhere- gonna go- someone's calling for me I think yeah uh yup see you 'round

[madamechrissy]

Take me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. (Fingering, phone sex, texting nudes, tension in this chap)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 10k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 3- Masterlist

Chapter 4

The next day, you’re dressed to kill, in a cute little black dress that hits just above your knees, a little houndstooth pattern blazer and some fancy heeled boots, hair put up in a bun. Maki is out there with you as you wait for Gojo, you had finally gotten a chance to fill her in, and Yuta is there too. They both have their mouths open when you come out and greet them.

“Damn, business woman here!” Yuta says, and you hug him, grinning. Then you turn to Maki.

“I’m lesbian now.” You snort in laughter, hugging her too.

“You took my girl!” Yuta pouts, then Maki gives him a head pat. Your heart aches a bit at how open they can be, while you…

What even were you and Gojo?

“Thanks, you two! I wanna leave a good impression. It’s such a serious case.” You nervously check your phone, it’s a little before eight AM.

“I still gotta see this to believe it. He was so young looking. Then again… Professor Geto is too and he’s so hot.”

“I’m getting really jealous over here.” Yuta is pouting again, you both hug him on either side. “Never mind now I have two hot girls.”

“See!” You kiss his cheek as does Maki, then you see it, that damn sleek expensive sports car.

“Fuck that’s nice.” Maki murmurs, then Gojo pulls up, windows down, grinning as he leans back in the seat, throwing a peace sign at the two of them.

“Hey there stranger.” He says to Maki with a wink, and you watch her blush, pink on her cheeks, Maki blushing? How? “And are you the boyfriend?”

“Yuta. Are you the hot professor?” Gojo throws his head back in laughter, and now it’s your turn to blush.

“One of them.” Maki says. Gojo’s mouth drops, hand to his chest.

“How dare you! I’m the prettiest professor there is.” You all snort in laughter as Gojo steps out now, coming around to open your door. Maki is squealing in your ear now.

“A gentleman huh?” She whispers, you arch a brow as you look at him, in that damn black suit, and you just can’t get over how good he looks, you notice his tie just a smidge crooked. It’s the only thing that isn’t perfect about him today, but it’s something you’ve noticed and now it’s endearing.

“Not a gentleman, trust me.” You whisper back, and Gojo turns from shaking Yuta’s hand to lean toward you two, hands in his pockets.

“Aw, talking about how hot I am?” He says with a wink, and you both roll your eyes. Maki pushes up her glasses.

“He’s kinda a dick huh?”

“I heard that you know!” Gojo very maturely sticks his tongue out at her, and she does it back, you just shake your head.

“See you all tomorrow!” You say then, and they both hug you, waving at Gojo and then running off to class. You’re left standing alone with him now, looking up at his lush white hair, looking extra soft and shiny. Your fingers itch to touch it.

He looks at you too then, up and down. “ Brat , you’re looking so damn good today. You’re giving me a run for my money.” He says with a smug smirk, his hand reaching out to take yours for a brief moment, before inclining his head for you to come sit in the car.

“Thank you, Gojo, I was trying to look professional. Here.” You stand a little closer, fixing his tie just a bit, and then there was so much… goddamn tension… as he just stands there, watching you with those azure eyes, lips parted just so.

“Thanks, Miss Brat.” He murmurs, and you manage a little half turn of your lips, acting like being near him didn’t tear you apart, didn’t make you overheat just touching his damn tie.

“Of course. Ready?” He grins, nodding, then he’s shutting the door and sliding in the seat next to you, as you prepare to drive you fiddle with your phone, so much left unsaid between you both, as vivid memories of him…

Getting you off better than any toy with two fingers?

Yeah.

“Should just nickname you thighs.” You turn to him in confusion, and he’s looking at you, squirming. You moan in annoyance.

“I can’t help them!”

“They’re also really nice. Making me a leg man over here.”

“Oh stop.” 

You giggle as his hand brushes your thigh for just a moment, hating how damn comfortable you felt with him. You take his hand off, but you hold it for just a minute, running your thumb down his knuckles, and you feel his hand tense in yours, as you study his long elegant fingers. Then you sigh and let it go reluctantly, putting it back on his gear shift.

“That was… nice.” He says curiously, and you ache to touch his hand again, but it wouldn’t stop there, would it?

But the way he says it, so vulnerable and soft?

Fuck.

“Your fingers are demonic, you know.” He snorts at that, and the mood is lightened, but you may or may not have brushed his hand a few more times as you all drive, every time he puts a hand back, like some little game, until he snatches your hand up and kisses it.

You bite back the little whine in your throat of pleasure of just how good his lips feel brushing against you, just staring at him with your lips parted, with glazed over eyes, his perfect jawline and his profile just kill you. The cut of his hair in the back? Kills you. Full lips that perk up in the corners? Kill you.

“You really need that picture, brat. Go ahead, take one I don’t mind.” He shoots you a wink, and you flush. “Pink is so pretty on you!”

“Gojo!”

“Especially your pink-”

“Gojo!” He snorts laughing, and that sweet little moment is gone, but it’s good, you can breathe now, as you cross your arms and act affronted. But, really you’re not at all. You peek back over after it calms down and you both are just listening to music and driving, and again, it’s comfortable. So comfortable.

“It’s your time to shine today, well, in the background but those phone records did come in, and they came in clutch.” You grin, wide, and he smirks at it. “You’re getting off to law, such a nerd.”

“Says you!”

***

You and Gojo sit next to each other in court again, and the anticipation lights the room up, the tense prosecution, and goofy, happy Gojo sit in sharp contrast with each other. Gojo is kicked back, relaxed as the prosecution questions the next witness, who is growing ever nervous, and Gojo is just chewing on candy and smirking.

“Enjoy the show, baby girl.” Gojo murmurs, you just admire him, tilting your head and smiling at him.

The phone records had come in, and now Gojo is strutting over to the stand, handing them to the judge with a smirk. “Heya Judge, good morning.” He shoots her a grin, and the stern judge laughs at that a bit, before growing serious.

“Good morning Mr. Gojo.”

“If it pleases the court, or should I say, the lovely Judge .” Gojo’s fan girls are swooning, you roll your eyes. “We’d like to submit these records into evidence, and question the previous witness again regarding their credibility and any potential tampering of evidence.”

The judge looks over the records, her eyes scanning them intensely before she nods, and calls the witness back in from yesterday, and you can see the prosecution’s faces drop when she agrees. They approach the bench, then huff away, fuming and just down right dejected.

The witness, Miss Saito, is called back up, looking so nervous, while Gojo? He is calm, cool, and collected, perfectly at ease, as he questions her about the night again. Her eyes nervously dart around the room, to the jury, and he’s so calm, you can’t even imagine being like him. He’s really something.

Then, he hits her with it, the gap of missing time from the phone records, and she starts stammering, sweating.

“Miss Saito, can you tell us about the phone call you made that night?” Gojo asks sweetly, as if he’s not interrogating, no he’s just caressing everyone with that deep timbre of his.

“Well… I-I was worried about my friend, so I called her to check in, but she didn’t answer. Then, I just… I hung up quickly.” She says, trying to play it cool.

“Ah, but, the records show no call was made to said friend at that time. In fact, it shows no calls at all. Did you perhaps delete something from your call history?” The room goes dead silent. “Accidental nude?” He says with a wink. You struggle to cover your laughter, the court fails.

“Objection!” Prosecution yells.

The Judge tries to hide her smirk. “Sustained. Mr. Gojo, please, refrain from asking about nudes.”

“Sorry, so sorry.” He brushes his hair back, turning and winking at the enamored jury. “Did you delete something, Miss Saito?”

You watch as she turns a little paler, her hands shaking as they fidget in front of her. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe it’s a mistake?”

Gojo smirks, turning to the jury. “A mistake hmm? I think it’s more than a mistake, don’t you all?”

The prosecution jumps up, looking like they’re about to have a meltdown. “Sit down, I don’t want to hear another objection.” The judge leans forward on her hands, looking intently at Gojo’s show.

“N-no, I don’t remember deleting anything! I didn’t see…” She’s about to cry, you can tell, and Gojo sighs, coming to lean his hands across the bench, handing her a tissue box.

“I didn’t ask you if you saw something, Miss. Did I?” The courtroom gasps at that. “Hmm, did you see something? Perhaps you saw… the real killer?”

“Objection!” The prosecutor is sweating now, and the court room erupts, as they try to object, but Gojo’s got the room.

“The truth will make you feel better, love.” He says to the young lady there, and she just falls apart then.

“Maybe I… I…” She looks at the accused, who is emotional clearly. “I hated you and wanted to ruin you! And… also…. Someone paid-”

“Your honor, he is leading!” Comes the prosecution.

“I’m not leading, I’m just letting her speak her truth. It wasn’t you, the killer, was it?” She shakes her head. “Go ahead, get it all out.” He leans his back against the bench, sighing.

“No, I would never… but I… he was cheating with those whores so of course I… I…” She’s sobbing, hiccuping, and everyone in the courtroom, including you, are in utter shock. You didn’t know that this would even develop so much. Then suddenly you feel it, his excitement, clear across the room.

“That call was to the person who really killed her, isn’t it?” She shivers, nodding then, and you lean forward, fucking fascinated.

“And who was that, that terrible person who’s so manipulated you. You just were in love you know.” He purrs the words, seducing everyone in that damn room, then and there. “Go ahead, let everyone know.”

She starts going at it then, spilling so much information, that they try to object her talking, which was pretty hilarious, you get some really odd thrill from it all. You watch as she practically runs off the stand, and Gojo sits down next to you, leaning back in his chair, looking over at you with a grin, then he hands you a piece of candy, and you giggle.

“Professor Gojo, bravo.” You whisper, he chuckles softly.

His hand moves up your thigh, under your skirt, and you bite your lip to keep from gasping. His touch is electric, and you're torn between the thrill of the case and the desire to jump him right there in the middle of the courtroom mixing together. You hesitate, but you brush the back of his hand with your fingertips, and your eyes meet, his darkening.

“Good work, Miss Brat, you absolutely helped.” He murmurs, and squeezes your thigh gently, it feels so delicious that you struggle not to make a noise. The man barely touches you and you fall apart, pathetic is what he makes you… and…

The praise from him? Fuck it gets you.

The deliberation begins, and everyone disperses, waiting for the call back. You and Gojo grab lunch, him taking you to get yummy Ramen, then you head back and wait in the little office. You're studying your books because you honestly needed to, and Gojo is going over everything with the client and the D.A. He comes back then, shutting the door and looking over at you.

“Such a good girl.” The way he says it makes you squeeze your thighs and your teeth clamp on your lower lip. “Ooh, you like that huh?”

“Hush. I can't let my studies slip.” You cross your legs now, struggling not to shift under his bright blue gaze. “You really are amazing at this though, Satoru.”

He preens under the praise and you can't help but smile as he does a twirl, holding his face. “Aw shucks, thank you shnookums!”

“The fuck, you're so goofy.” He laughs, coming to stand by where you're sitting in the office chair, so tall that your head is damn near at his lap, making your mouth dry.

“You're boring. Need to have more fun.” He snatches your textbook, you scowl, standing and jumping, he just grins with those fangs and eyes your chest. “Love to see those bounce.”

“Oh God, don't even.” You feel yourself heat up, trying to yank his arm down and get your book. “Gojo I have school you know!”

“I do, I'm your teacher. Fuck the thought of you in a naughty school girl outfit-”

“Hush!” You slam a hand on his mouth as he practically purrs against your hand. You struggle to not laugh, keeping a firm look on your face. “Be good.”

“Yes mommy.” He pouts and gives you big eyes. You laugh then, nearly snorting, then sigh.

“You're ridiculous. Now give me my book, please?”

“Gimme a kiss. Then you get it.” You tremble when he holds his arm high with the book, then the other wraps around your waist, hand burning your skin through your blazer.

“Satoru… when we're back at school Monday, like… it'll be…”

“Yeah, I'll be rock hard looking at your fuck me eyes across my classroom.” His hand brushes down your waist, desire pools between your thighs. “Hard wanting to fuck you in that dorm and make it impossible for you not to scream and let everyone know.”

“Gojo…” You whisper, pathetically.

“Fuck you so good you won't think of anything else.” He whispers those words against your lips, seductive, and you come closer, holding the lapels of his jacket now, pressure in your tummy at the thought. “Can't though, huh?”

“Can't. Bad idea.”

“Terrible idea.”

“Shit idea.”

You both pause, in an office of a courtroom trial, the biggest in years, and you lean up, tilting your chin, your eyes lock. His mirror the desire in yours, pretty face tense, perfect brows low over those eyes. He eases his arm down, then you kiss him, tongue sliding against his lips, pressing in, and the book chatters to the floor.

He moans into your mouth, hands gripping your hips, thumbs pressing in, hands so big they own you. You come up to hug his neck, falling into those kisses, the ones you constantly crave, until he has you pressed on the door, lifting you so effortlessly, hands cupping your ass and shoving up your skirt.

You gasp for a breath when he finally let's you pull away slightly, and Gojo's blue eyes are dark with lust, and he smirks at your reaction, his hand not moving from your ass, just holding you, pressing against you, making you want to grind against him for friction you crave.

"Can't resist me, can you brat?" He whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

“Conceited, arrogant…” But even as you say the words, you lean back into him, your body betraying you, hips pressing up for more.

"Mm, but you want it, don't you baby?" He murmurs, his thumb tracing circles on the bare skin of your neck, coming to wrap your throat, a threat of choking that makes you throb. He presses his weight against you, until it's all him. "I can feel it.”

You exhale, a shaky breath, then as he's inching his hand up your thigh, just watching you, a knock comes, right against your back. You tense, and Gojo just shushes you, easing you down off the door, straightening your dress.

“Yep, what is it?” He asks, so casually, picking up your book.

“Twenty minutes.” Comes the bailiffs voice.

“Perfect, thanks.” You let out a held breath, bending over dramatically. He laughs at you. “Hurting hmm?”

“Nope, just fine.” You take the book out of his hands, lips tingling, then Gojo pauses you.

“Let me fix your hair.” You blink a bit, then nod, and he puts the bobby pins back in place. “Bun got messy.”

It feels so good, his fingers in your hair, caring for you…

Fuck.

“Thank you, Satoru.” You murmur, and his hands are on your shoulders as he is behind you, leaning low, breath on your ear.

“Why are we always on time limits? It makes me so competitive with the clock.” You tremble. “Should I see how many times you can cum in-”

The door knocks again.

Gojo cusses under his breath. “Yep?”

The door opens and he lets go of your shoulders, you pretend to look at the book as the D.A. comes back in and talks to Gojo. By the time he leaves, deliberation is almost over, and you look back up at him. He moans, coming and cupping your face.

“The fuck me eyes kill me. Stop it.” You flutter your lashes as you look down, flushing. “Do you blush everywhere, Miss Brat?”

“You're ridiculous!” You hiss, he just grins, eyes lingering on your chest.

“You blush here.” His fingertips trail down the hint of cleavage, making your nipples press against your bra, straining the fabric. You cry out unwillingly, slamming your mouth shut then. But it's too late.

“Gojo we can't…”

“Could I get you off in three minutes?” You cover your face, sighing, then look back up at him.

“Could I do it?” You murmur, and he freezes, eyes wide and glittery, mouth open in an O.

“ Could you ? Have you even…” You're heating up more.

“No, I haven't but… you've pleased me and… it would be… I'm curious… I …”

You're just stammering and looking down, he kneels then, in front of you, holding your chin, tilting it up to look at him. “The thought of that is alone making me fucking precum, mmkay?”

“It is!?” You look right at him, he smirks a bit.

“I think we'll wait though. Till I'd have time to show you how.” You melt then, when his hands go to your face, cupping each side so delicately. Like you're precious.

“But back at school… what if we have no… fuck I'm being bold. Ugh. And making no sense.”

“I like it. This side of you.” He presses a soft kiss on your reddened lips, then sighs. “You know sucking my dick won't help your grades though.”

“Fuck off, Professor Dickhead!” You shove at him, he snorts in laughter, throwing his head back, you huff, smoothing your dress and struggling to function. Before you step out he takes your wrist. “What?”

“With words you've made me more turned on than anyone could. Just words.” You look at him in shock.

“What… I… Satoru you're so gorgeous I don't even get why-”

“Don't even say why I'd want you I'll get really fucking irritated.” He's glaring now, voice clipped. He's still got your wrist.

“I'm like a frog next to you.”

“I'm the frog. You're the princess. Gotta kiss me.” He purses his lips and you giggle. “You're banging ass hot, so please don't think you're not. I'm picky, too.”

“Thank you, Satoru.” You peck his lips. “My handsome frog.”

“Ribbet.” You giggle uncontrollably as he makes some stupid frog face, then he is laughing with you, hugging onto you. It feels even better than… no not better than his kisses, but so good. “Never say you're not hot again. I'll use a yardstick on that nice ass.”

“A yardstick!?” He grins, maniacally, but the thoughts whirl through your head.

“You're such a freak, you want that huh? Professor Gojo spanking his naughty student’s ass till it's bright fucking red.” He's whispering the words, and before you can lie, it's time to go.

Jesus you are on edge.

You're edged.

The deliberation is over, and you all file into the courtroom, your heart is hammering in your chest. Gojo seems calm, just talking with everyone. When the verdict is finally read, you find yourself holding your breath. They came back with a completely unanimous decision, though. Not guilty.

As all of the charges are read back to back out loud, all not guilty, the courtroom erupts into chaos, the accused's family hugging each other and sobbing, the prosecution looking stunned and furious. Gojo stands, smoothing his tie, his expression calm, like none of this surprised him, his eyes on you for a moment before the family comes to him.

“You saved my son’s entire life, Mr. Gojo. Thank you so much.” The accused dad, the state representative says, shaking Gojo’s hand.

“She helped too, actually. The phone call records.” He exhales, looking at you and grabbing your hand, bowing over it so formally.

“Thank you so much for helping. Bright future, especially working with him, he’s the best.” He smacks Gojo on the shoulder, and Gojo grins, you flush with pride, you've helped someone. It feels so good.

“Of course, I’m so glad I could help at all.”

“And I am so amazing, aren't I?” Gojo nudges you with his shoulders, and you are rolling your eyes, sighing, then look up at him.

“You are.”

As the courtroom clears out, you both pack up your things, your heart racing at such a thrill, and Gojo seems to be literally on cloud nine, damn near bouncing like a kid with way too much caffeine. He says good bye and takes pictures with his never ending fans outside, then you realize it’s getting to be evening, the sky casting a pretty dark orange glow.

Gojo takes his jacket off, and you smile. “I have a blazer, Satoru, I’m fine.”

He wraps you in it anyway, carefully, and you inhale it, wishing you could just live in any of Gojo’s jackets. He holds your shoulders carefully, looking at you with those big blue eyes. “You look really cute in it.”

You melt.

He sees it, he’s observant.

“I do?” You ask softly, and he nods, as you two stand together, the last people are filing out down the stairs, the wind blows his soft hair around, and you brush it back, watching his eyes shut for a moment.

“You always look cute, Miss Brat.” He teases a bit, after damn near brushing his head against your hand for more.

“Thank you, Satoru.”

On the car ride home you struggle to stay awake, exhausted, until you somehow wake up back at your dorm, drool out the side of your mouth landing on Gojo's expensive jacket.

“Shit, I'm so sorry! I'm always ruining your clothes.” He gently wipes your lips, leaning close, as you blink the sleep away.

“I'd like to make you drool.” He says softly, and you cry out, when his hand is on your thigh, squeezing.

“Satoru… we're… at my dorm. I can't… what…”

“Poor baby can't speak can she?” You manage a glare, yanking off his jacket.

“Fuck off, Professor Dickhead.”

“Didn't you offer to suck me off today?”

“I… you…” He's chuckling at you now. “Ugh, annoying!”

“Thought you were so eloquent, hmm…”

“I'll see you in class Monday.” You manage, and go to leave, he stops you, taking your hand.

“Any plans? Wild parties?”

“Me? No. I'll be studying, but Maki did invite me to some frat party. I'm not sure if I'll go.” You rub your tired eyes a bit, gather your things, and watch Gojo's lips turn down. “What's wrong?”

“Promise me you'll be careful if you go?”

Your pulse hammers in your throat, as his eyes glitter in the dark of his car. “Of course I will. I'll… text you? That's weird huh.”

“Just let me know you're good. Some of the Frat parties have… some shitty dudes. Just watch your drinks, okay?”

“That's so sweet actually…”

“Hush, don't tell anyone.” You smile softly, running a hand up and down his chest then.

“Wish you could go and we could be like…” You both pause at that. “Ignore me, fuck I should sleep. I'm saying dumb shit. Good night, Toru.”

At that, he's got a hard grip on your wrists, you wince a bit, looking at him in confusion. He pulls you close, so close you nearly are on top of him in his fancy little car, one of your thighs sound over his, hands on his chest, and you just pause, looking up at him, at the shadows from the city lights shining in on the perfect planes of Satoru Gojo’s face.

“I love when you call me that.” He says softly, and he leans down, lips a breath from yours, tempting you, right in front of your dorm.

“Toru…” You whisper again, knowing what you’re doing. He moans then, and yanks you on his lap, your thighs spread over him, a position you had not even been in with him. You feel him, growing hard right under your cunt, as he shoves your little black dress up your thighs, his hands now on your waist under your blazer. You’re trembling under his touch.

You both sit there, precarious, just breathing, as if both of you know if you kiss it’ll be over, you’ll be riding your Professor’s cock then and fucking there. You can’t even form a coherent thought as he presses up then, against your soaking wet little pussy, and you grind back, pressing your hips down and crying out. His eyes never left yours, just drinking you in.

“Should I give you something to think about, when you’re getting hit on by frat boys tomorrow?” He whispers, pulling you down again, and you feel how thick he is, how huge even under his dress pants. You cry out pathetically.

“Why, you jealous, Toru ?” You whisper, leaning closer, and he glares then, grabbing your hips and pulling you down hard, arching his own hips up, to where he’s between your puffy, slick folds now. “Ah!”

“You won’t want them, will you?” He whispers, against your lips, not kissing you but shoving you down on his clothed cock, making you soaked. “Say it, brat, that you won’t want anyone.”

“Why do you… care… mnh!” You’re lost in the sensation, grinding against him without even realizing it. His hands are everywhere, pushing up your skirt, exploring the smooth skin of your thighs, and you're so wet, so desperate for him, that you can't help but whimper, just a breath from his lips.

"Aw you want it so bad, don’t you baby?" He whispers, his voice full of smug satisfaction. "You want me to fuck you right here. So fucking desperate for my cock."

“No… I… mmm…” You hiss when he chuckles darkly, his hands moving up, cupping your breasts, as he pushes up again, teasing you with his lips.

“Still a shit liar, Miss brat. Say it, and I’ll get this pretty pussy off.” You get wetter, hotter at the thought, and watch him grin as you’re rocking your hips for more. “Soaking my pants, Miss Brat.”

“I… like to ruin… your clothes… ngh…” You can’t form a single coherent word, and he feeds off it, pouting up at you, mocking.

“I… like… to… grind on your dick, Toru! Mmm!” He mocks the fuck out of you, and you glare, shoving at him, trying to get your throbbing cunt off him.

“Fuck you, Professor Dickhead. Let me go.” He laughs again, softly.

“Admit you want it, Miss Brat. Me to make you cum, like only I ever have.” At his words you’re flushed, overheated, his grip won’t let you go, and you get dizzy in the car, realizing just what you all were doing.

“Satoru…”

“Toru.”

You exhale then, holding his face in your hands, lips hovering over his. “We’re being stupid and reckless, Toru.”

He grins. “Aw, baby, you just can’t admit it huh? Maybe I should ask her…” He runs a thumb over your panties, sticky and wet, dripping with desire. “She seems to like me more than you do.”

“She’s dumb. Mmm!” You clutch his shoulders as he grinds up on you, while shoving his thumb up on your clit, blue eyes wide and dilated, lips tempting you, glossy and full, you want so badly to let go, to give your pussy what she wants.

“Does she want me?” He asks, softer, you nod, and he yanks his hand away, leaving you breathless, confused. “I need you to use your words. Coherent words, Miss Brat.”

“Ugh!” You bend down then, pressing your cunt against his cock, watching him suck in a breath, hands going in his soft hair, yanking it back, making him look up at you for just a change. “I won’t be fucking around at this party, okay? I wouldn’t… I don’t want to.”

He pulls you down, lips taking over yours then, mouth just possessing yours, sloppy, messy kisses, tongues licking and teeth bumping, moaning into each other’s mouths. That all consuming fucking kiss, the one that you could never get enough of, rushing straight to your cunt that’s dripping more on him.

“Only want me, hmm?” You nod, helpless, unable to lie to him. “Say it, and I’ll get this perfect pussy off.”

“We can’t… here… we shouldn’t even be doing this right now.” Your voice breaks in the middle when he presses again, making you hiss at how bad you’re aching, eyes rolling back, and damn near ready to drool again at the sensations. Then you’re kissing again, and he lifts your hips up and slides two fingers in you at once, stretching you out, filling your aching little hole.

“Feel her, pulsing around me already.” He whispers, and the car gets too hot, hard to breathe with how much you want him, your cunt is drooling down his hand, as he tilts his fingers now.

“Want you, I want you. Want you…” Is all you manage, then you’re unbuckling his belt, surprise on his face for a brief moment, and you watch him closely, his face contorting in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut when you grab his cock.

“ Fuck .” He moans, so sexy, and you’re raised up on your knees now, bending down, your ass on his steering wheel, one of your legs shoved against his gear shift, and all you can think about is that he’s so hot and huge in your hands.

You look down, salivating at the sight, even in the dark you can tell he has a pretty, perfect cock, so goddamn long it’s stupid. You stroke him harder, your hand moving in a rhythm that matches the beat of your insane pulse hammering in your throat, and his grip on one of your hips tightens, his fingers shoving in your cunt deeper, until you see stars, hand faltering for a moment.

“Under pressure, brat, remember?” He whispers, taunting you, and you just buck your hips, riding his fingers, while you swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum around, and he jolts, his hips jerking upwards, pushing his length deeper into your grip. “Jesus… fucking… ”

“Jesus… fucking… can’t talk hmm Toru? Your words .” You taunt now, and he glares at you, as his breathing turns ragged, his chest heaving, and you feel your own arousal spike as you watch him lose control, bringing you even closer to the edge.

“You’re a fucking brat. Can’t wait to fuck this stupidly wet cunt.” He hisses the words, then he withdraws his fingers, bringing you down, until your cunt is pressing against his length.

“Toru!” You cry out, and you nearly fall, pressed against him, he groans when he feels you.

“So hot, so wet. Need it. Need you.” He yanks your panties to the side, then you both freeze, as a car parks right next to yours. You tense, straddling Satoru Gojo’s cock with just your panties as a sad, pathetic barrier of soaked lace. And he freezes, as you both look out the car window.

Someone gets out of what appears to be an Uber, and you pray Gojo’s windows are tinted enough, clinging to him, not breathing. It’s two seriously drunk girls, though, they’re both giggling, leaning and taking selfies, as you and Gojo just fucking sit there, your cunt throbbing, wanting him inside her, and him, so hard he hurts, leaking precum on your panties, making them a bigger mess.

They finally walk in, and he exhales, the same as you, then you both stare at each other, eyes locking, until you’re blushing furiously, realizing what had almost happened. You ease off him, and he winces, adjusting himself back into his dress pants, running a hand through his silky hair. You adjust your skirt, taking a shaky breath and then stepping out.

He’s instantly in front of you, shutting the car door behind you, and you clutch your books tight to your chest, trembling as he bars you, arms on either side of you against his car. You look up and meet his eyes, hungry, a little bit of pink on his perfect cheeks, his lips parted.

“Toru… we’re stupid.” You manage to say, and he smirks just a bit, shaking his head.

“You’re not stupid, Miss Brat. Well… stupidly hot.” He whispers, and you tense, clutching your thighs together, sticky as your wetness soaks you. “Stupidly tight. Stupidly wet.”

“ Toru… stop. ” You’re whining his name and he groans, cupping your face.

“I can’t handle how good that sounds on these gorgeous lips. Got me wanting to lick you on this hood right now. Make you scream it.”

You whimper, resting your head on his chest, holding your books so tight they dig into your arms. The door opens, and Satoru backs off, as another car pulls up as well, and you both catch your breaths, finally having distance. You can't even look at him, at his gorgeous face, a face that makes you forget your entire life, forget everything but how much you crave him.

“I should go inside.” Your voice is shaky, unsure, and he tilts your chin up, making you meet his beautiful gaze.

“If you need me to… if you need anything text me. Call me. Okay?” His voice is a little strained, and you nod, smiling up, lips stinging from his kisses, wishing you could just do it, right here. Let him lick you on his damn hood.

You hurt.

“Thank you, I will be fine though. Promise. I don’t drink much.”

“That’s worse, no tolerance.”

“You worry about me, huh? So soon?” He pouts a bit, standing straight then, hands in his pockets. You watch the wind whip his hair around, so gently, he looks so beautiful there, it makes your chest tighten. “Will you miss me all weekend?”

“You wish. Brat .” He rolls his eyes, and you smile softly, giggling a bit, earning his glare. “Won’t miss you at all, less of a headache. And less of my cock in pain.”

“I was gonna…”

“Yeah.”

You both damn near jump each other again, then you take his hand gently, enwrapping your fingers with his. He looks down at where they’re joined, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing it, making you melt.

“Good night, Toru. I’ll see you Monday in class.” You mumble, blushing at the thought of that.

“Night, Miss Brat.” He mumbles back, and you run off practically, struggling to put distance, to get air between you two. You peek over your shoulder, and see him leaned against the car, hand over his face, and you realize…

Satoru Gojo wants you.

How, you can’t quite fathom.

Damn near as much as you want him.

His eyes look at you and you turn and run into the building, like some silly teenager, you can’t handle him looking at you like that, like he wants to eat you. You’re stripping, as is your new routine, hopping in the shower, because you honestly just can’t anymore, you can’t take how bad you want him.

You’ve never wanted something like that, and you both were dumb enough you were about to fuck right in front of your dorm. Oh, and his cock? The biggest and prettiest you'd seen…

Fuck.

***

"Come on, it's just one dance." The guy behind you urged, his breath hot and icky against your ear. He was honestly cute, and you all had talked just a bit, but the thought of it?

“I don’t dance, I’m sorry.” You say, nervously, looking around at the dancing sea of bodies, feeling the loud bass ringing in your ears.

His hand rested gently on the small of your back, on the outskirts of the crowded college party. “I could teach you?”

Gojo had taught you.

Remembering being in his arms nearly broke you, and you tremble thinking about it, about how much you crave him, how much you wish he could just… date you? Like maybe, when you’re done with school, or at least not in his classes, you all could, right, but would he be around, available? Look at how fucking handsome he was, there is just now way.

The thought punches you in the stomach.

You turned to face him, a cute blond guy, his eyes full of hope, and shook your head with a sympathetic smile. "I don't think so, sorry. Nice to meet you though!" You say, and then walk back through the room, until you run right into Maki.

“He was cute, why not dance?” She asks, her green hair was down today, straight, looking gorgeous. You sigh, running your fingers through it.

“I’ll dance with you.” She rolls her eyes, smiling at you.

“Are you pining for hot professor?” She teases, you sigh, rolling your eyes now, shaking your head.

“She’s totally fiending.” Yuta comes, teasing you with a poke. You smack his hand away, sighing.

“I know we can’t… I mean, not now.”

“So you’re what, holding out anther couple years? You’re already like three years dry.”

“Maki!” You glare at her, and she shrugs, walking towards the drink table, grabbing you each a beer. “It’s not like those were good you know.”

“The first time isn’t usually good. I mean, Yuta… he was amazing. Quick though.” She giggles and Yuta glares now.

“That just meant you’re amazing.” She flushes a bit, and kisses him, they were about the same height, both way taller than you. You crave that, but with…

“Ugh, I do have it bad.” You grumble, sipping the beer and grimacing, it was not your drink of choice.

“Listen, at least have some fun. Oooh, beer pong!” Maki bounces up and down, and before you know it, you are actually playing, you end up losing terribly, and you all are going back and forth. It starts hitting you after your third beer, this weird, fuzzy headed feeling.

You are a lightweight, so you back off a bit, and Maki and Yuta go at it with two more of their classmates, laughing as Maki annihilated the boys. You smile, then head towards the bathroom, and by the time you are in there, everything is spinning, and you grow dizzy a bit. You splash a little water on your face, then look down at your phone, contemplating…

You know you shouldn’t, but you’re tipsy.

Your thumbs move almost by themselves, and before you know it, you're typing a message to him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest, looking at the message over and over. Should you? Ugh!

Fuck it.

You: I miss you, Toru.

You freeze, hand on your chest, feeling your heart pounding, thrumming in your ears, overheated. You lean against the bathroom counter, and watch the three little bubbles move. What was he up to, you wonder, what did Satoru Gojo do, when he’s not a lawyer, a professor, a…

Professor Dickhead: You’re tipsy, aren’t you?

You giggle at that.

You: Yeah, a bit. Not gonna lie.

Professor Dickhead: Being safe?

You: Turned down a dude who wanted to dance.

…

Professor Dickhead: Good Girl.

You’re wet now. Great.

You: Wet.

No, did you just…

You: Ignore that!

You panic as he keeps typing, those damn bubbles.

Professor Dickhead: Show me.

Fuck…

You’re trembling, phone nearly falling out of your hand, and you contemplate it, you can’t right? That’s awful It’s making everything worse! No way…

You: What do you mean like… a picture?

Professor Dickhead: Pic, vid, I wanna see her.

You: Scandalous man, wanna see your student’s pussy? While she’s had three beers?

Professor Dickhead: Hmm… you know, I’d ask to finally see those perky tits, but I wanna see them in person first.

You flush.

You: And where are you?

Professor Dickhead: Out with Geto and Nanami. We’re at some fancy martini place and the girls are coming in hoards.

You giggle at that.

You: Bet one of them would show you their pussy, easy.

…

Professor Dickhead: Wanna see yours, though, it’s the prettiest one.

You: Are you rizzing me Gojo?

Professor Dickhead: Do I even have to?

You hop up on the counter then, and your hands shake as you lift your skirts, sliding your panties to the side. Fuck are you doing this? You are, aren’t you? Drunk texting your very hot professor, angling the camera to look at your glistening pussy in the selfie camera, lips puffy from the abuse your vibrator put on it this morning, thinking of him.

You slide your finger between your lips, taking a little video, rubbing up and down once, twice, then you pull the camera up, and lick yourself off your finger. You flush, from alcohol, horniness, and… the thrill, the… you’re nervous? You’ve sent like a titty pic before, but not this.

You hit send, squealing, then hopping off and splashing your face again, hearing someone knock on the bathroom door. You answer it, and it’s Maki, who just stumbles in, along with Yuta, shutting the door. She goes to sit and pee, and Yuta and you just laugh, as she glares.

“What? Like I care. You’re like my boyfriend and my girlfriend.” You sigh, looking back down on your phone, as Yuta looks over at you.

“Oh shit, you’re bright red!” He teases, and you go even redder. “Who ya texting?” Like magic, the sound of an incoming message pops up.

“N-no one!” Maki finishes, washing her hands and peering at your phone, just in time for a text to pop off.

“Professor Dickhead!?”

“Shush!”

“Oh shit, white haired Professor!” Yuta says, peeking too, you hide your phone against your chest. “It was a nude, huh?”

“Shut up you two ugh!” You shove it into your purse then, crossing your arms, chin up in the air. “Was not.”

“Liar!”

That one was in unison.

“That dude is still begging for you. Let’s get home, huh?” Maki says, and you nod, because you want nothing to do with him, with anyone.

You only want…

As you get in the back seat, Maki and Yuta are going at it, and you use the moment of reprieve, seeing that text.

Professor Dickhead: I want to bury my face in that pretty pussy. Drink all that wetness up.

You get wetter, thighs sticking together, and your heart races. You should ignore it. But that’s not what you want, is it? You crave his attention, his touch, his everything. You want him to claim you.

You: Toru… not alone. In a car. Can’t get that horny.

You don’t check the phone until you’re back in your dorm, chugging ice water like crazy and popping two tylenol, preliminarily. You get ready for bed, in your little tank and shorts, brushing your teeth, and it’s not until you actually lay down that you check, it’s like this odd nightly routine now, seeing his texts.

You crave them.

You crave him.

Professor Dickhead: Tell me when you get that nice little ass home safe.

You: I’m home, Toru.

Professor Dickhead: In bed?

You: Mmhmm, bet you wish you were here.

Fuck, this alcohol made you bold.

You: Am drunk. Ignore.

Professor Dickhead: Just makes you speak the truth, brat.

You: Hush. I should sleep.

Professor Dickhead: I’m gonna cum so hard to a five second clip, that it’s actually gonna be embarrassing. Who even am I now.

You feel giddy, it’s as if something so dirty is stupidly romantic.

You: Want me that bad, huh?

Professor Dickhead: You played with that pussy thinking of me last night, didn’t you baby? I can tell.

You: Shut up.

Professor Dickhead: All puffy.

How'd he know!?

You: You’re annoying! Byeee!

He laugh reacts to that message, and you roll your eyes.

He was right.

You: Really gonna masturbate to me?

Professor Dickhead: You act like I haven’t already.

You: What!?

Professor Dickhead: It’s become a nightly routine. Can’t get that perfect pussy out of my mind. Sucks it’s attached to an annoying brat.

You: That’s how I feel about your tongue, so talented, but it’s attached to a six foot four jerk.

He angry reacts that one.

You giggle.

Professor Dickhead: Funny you thought of me at a party, all drunk and getting hit on. And I’m on your mind.

Your heart races at that, at the truth, and Gojo knows how to pull the truth out of you, out of anyone. You did only think of him, you had been since you met, but you couldn’t just say that. Right?

You: My pussy texted you not me.

He hearted that one, making you snort in laughter.

Professor Dickhead: Good, I like her better than you.

You: You’re such a dick.

Professor Dickhead: You like looking at that dick?

You: Shouldn’t you be spending time with your friends?

Professor Dickhead: Didn’t answer me.

You: It’s… pretty and… perfect. It’s huge. You already know it though, don’t need to hear it from me.

Professor Dickhead: Want your mouth on it. Wanna fuck your tight little throat.

You’re gushing wet, you yank off the blanket, whining, covering your face with your hands. Your entire body throbs at his words. Suddenly, it rings, and you freeze, staring at it with wide eyes. Gojo is calling.

“Y-yeah?” You ask, and he’s quiet, you can hear the music and laughter in the background.

“Play with it for me.” His voice is so fucking sexy, especially over the phone, that your hand instantly does as he commands, sliding under your little pajama shorts waistband then, and you cry out. “ Fuck. ”

“I… mmm…”

“Little circles.” He orders softly, and you do so, playing with that swollen little clit, pressing up, imagining his touch. “Wanna drink you up, taste so yummy.”

“I wanna suck you off. Drink your cum.” You whisper then, and hear him curse, something slamming shut. You giggle a bit, then gasp as you slide a finger inside of you, tiny and pathetic. You whine. “Fingers… yours… better, s’much better.”

“You want my fingers in you?”

“Yes, Gojo… fuck…”

“ Toru .” He corrects, biting the words out.

“ Toru. ” He moans softly at it, whispering your name then, urging you on, and you’re close with your own fingers so fast it’s unreal. “ Toru, m’close.”

“Cum for me baby, think of me there, licking it all clean.” He says, husky and quiet, and you start to feel your tummy clenching, and you’re whining, gripping the phone to your ear for more of his breathing. God, even his breathing was so sexy it made you already sloppy pussy wetter. “Let me hear it, baby please.”

“You never… say… please… Toru!” You cry out then, loud as fuck, sounds vibrating in your empty little dorm room, and your hand is now covered in an embarrassing amount of wetness.

“Send a vid of it now. I have to go… you’re making things stupidly hard for me you know.” His voice is gruff, and you giggle, breathlessly.

“You did this to yourself!”

“Send it.”

“Fuck… maybe.”

“Do it and I’ll have a reward Monday.”

“A gold sticker! Professor Gojo!”

“Bye, brat.”

He hangs up the phone, and your damn heart is racing, so fast you think it’ll fall out, there is a ringing in your ears, and your thighs ache. You sigh, then take your phone, spreading your thighs, playing with the soaking mess he made your cunt with a couple of words and some breathing over a call. Then you send it, nervously, before wiping yourself up.

You start to fade out, but you hear a buzz, and jerk a bit, in that stage of sleep where you feel like you’re falling. You bleary eyed look at the screen, and it’s a message from him, from…

Professor Gojo: Prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.

You: Whass gonna be my rward Toruu.

Your eyes cross, so exhausted. He laughs at your response.

Professor Dickhead: Lol, your fingers left the chat.

You: The fingers did too muchh work.

Professor Dickhead: Go to bed, silly, it'll be a surprise.

You: Am bed. G’night Toruu.

Professor Dickhead: Night, pretty.

You fall asleep smiling, hugging the phone.

***

On Monday, your hangover is finally gone, but the aftermath of that night is lingering in your head, as you’re in Professor Nanami’s class, the one right before Professor Gojo. Nanami is a class favorite, as he was so calm and kind, and of course the girls swoon over him and his model cheekbones. You’re a little lost adrift when he calls on you.

“Yes, Professor Nanami?” You ask, and he gives you a little turn of his lips, hazel eyes soft and tired, he looked like he really needed a nap. You flush when you think how he was there, when you were sending Gojo…

Shit. Focus.

"Can you tell us, in your view," Nanami began, his eyes locking onto yours now. "How does the court's interpretation of the Fourth Amendment in this decision impact privacy in the digital age?"

You fumble through your brain, scrolling through all the open windows that were honestly just Gojo, to get to the books of laws you’d been pouring over. Then you find it in your mind. People in the class are watching you, Yuta is in this one, and he gives you two big thumbs up, mouthing ‘you can do it’.

“Well, Professor, the notion of privacy was rooted in physical spaces, before technology advanced so much. And now, there’s really almost nothing that is private with our digital footprint, is there?”

“Indeed, not much is private. But shouldn’t we still strive for it?”

“Of course we should consider the implications for our digital lives. This decision primarily deals with privacy but also, in court cases, it happens at times where you need to see those things. That’s what subpoenas are for.”

He smiles, and at the end of class he pauses you for a moment.

“Yes, Professor Nanami?”

“Heard you helped in that case for Gojo. Good job.” You blush under the calm praise, as the class has filed out, leaving the two of you. Nanami takes his suit jacket off and you catch a glimpse of those action star muscles.

“Thank you so much, I didn’t do that much.”

“Gojo went on and on about you. So, I disagree. It’s not often a little narcissistic idiot compliments someone.” You laugh then, and cover your mouth, but Nanami laughs with you, the first time you've seen him do it, and he looks far too pretty.

What  pact did these three professors make with a demon to look so good, you wonder. A sacrifice surely.

But Gojo?

He talked about you!?

“That’s actually really sweet of him.” Nanami’s eyes narrow a bit, and you tense just a bit.

“Be careful, okay?” He says softly, tone shifting, and you flush bright red, looking around the empty room, stepping a little closer.

“We haven’t…”

“I really don’t wanna know. I’m assuming the worst because it’s Gojo. But where he can get out of anything, your career hasn’t begun. So…” He puts a hand on your shoulder, patting it. “Just be careful.”

“Of course, thank you. I promise I won’t let any studies slip.”

“I wouldn’t think you would. But don’t lose focus. All right…” He unbuttons his wrist sleeves a bit, rolling them up. “Head on out, I have way too many papers to grade here.”

“Of course, have a good day Nanami! I mean, Professor!”

He smirks as he sits down, rubbing his tired eyes. “Nanami is fine.”

You smile shyly then bounce out of the class, shutting the door with a loud click behind you, heart racing. Was your attraction so obvious?

Gojo…

Someone yanks you in a room then, and you hold back a scream, as a big hand comes to cover your mouth, and you look up to those blue eyes, dilated and looking way too intense. So intense you can’t stand it. You blink a bit, and he’s grinning, letting his hand drop.

“Miss Brat. Ready for the surprises?” You giggle breathlessly, before shoving at his chest.

“You’re ridiculous. Scared the fuck out of me.” Nanami’s words run through your mind then. “We need to be careful…”

“I know, that’s why I snatched you up.”

“Like a psycho!”

He waves his hands, then he holds out two bags, one a little black glittery one, like the way he made you when he hit your G spot-

Get it together, damn.

The other was a pretty little white one, also glittery, a bit like Gojo’s silky fucking hair-

Stop it.

“You didn’t have to actually get me anything, I… shouldn’t have even done that, I’m still embarrassed at…”

“Nope. Don’t say it. I have a yardstick.” You feel pressure in your lower tummy then, clutching and unclutching. He just laughs, so fucking gorgeous, throwing his head back. “Freak.”

“You! Heard you were bragging about me hmm?” You caress his chest then, and he tenses, then glares.

“One tiny bit, mmkay?” You grin. “Gonna get a big head.”

“Thank you though… which first?”

“Both are motivational, so they’ll help you succeed.” He’s looking devious, and your heart flips a bit, just what was he up to? “Black or white first?”

“Um… white. Like your hair-fuck!” He chuckles at that, handing you the bag, and you struggle not to blush and tremble under his gaze.

“You’re really cute.”

“Hush.” You gently open the bag, and there is a pretty little white box, long and rectangular. Your eyes meet his, studying your every expression intently. “Gojo, you didn’t have to-”

“Open it, Miss Brat.” His soft, deep tone orders you, and of course you obey, shit you’d do anything when he talks like that.

You gently open it, and it’s a beautiful bracelet, thick rope of silver, with one charm and two big colorful beads, bright blue. You finger the charm delicately, and it’s a charm of the law scales, bright silver. You blink back emotions, looking at it, and then back up at him.

You didn’t have much in the way of parents, and with your lack of boyfriend history, no one had ever gotten you anything like this. You feel tears prick your eyes then, swiping them away and gently pulling it out of the box, struggling to keep yourself together.

“Hey, you okay pretty?” He asks softly, different from his usual teasing tone, and you realize tears are falling.

“It’s so pretty, I don’t… you should have gotten me…”

“It’s motivational. Here.” He takes the clasp, and grabs your wrist, putting it on his chest. “This is because you killed it at court. The more times you excel, I’ll add charms to it.”

“Toru… I…” You’re crying, fuck. He wipes your tears.

“You cryin, brat?” You just nod.

You’re so pretty when you’re crying, those tears flowing down your pretty cheeks, big eyes glittering as you look up at him. You are so small, so open. He’d been dreaming of you constantly, since that random night. Yeah, he’d thought you were beautiful, but when he had kissed you?

Gojo had been with countless women, fuck he’d shared women with his best friend casually, but you? The way you tasted, how wet you get, those eyes after he’d made you cum, it was the most addicting thing. More addicting than candy, Gojo’s only real addiction, you tasted better.

Your hand shakes violently, as the silver bracelet rests on your delicate wrists, and he takes it gently, kissing it, watching your lips part, those fuck me eyes in full force. God, the way you looked at him? It fucked him up, made him want to say fuck everything and fuck you then and there. Keep you well fucked, too, so all these guys he saw look at you would fuck off.

Possessive, he felt possessive, of a girl that he’s not dating. A girl he hasn’t even fucked. A girl with a bright future, that he didn’t wanna fuck up.

But…

For you?

“Toru, no one has ever gotten me anything like this.” He pouts a bit at that, tilting his head, pretty face concentrated on you.

“No one? It’s just a pandora, silly.” He taps your nose, but then he has to swipe more tears. “Not even like…”

“Don’t have a family really.” He pauses, brushing your hair back softly, letting you speak calmly. “And we all know I’m shit at having a life. So no boys.”

“Well, fuck them, anyway. Don’t get so excited. It’s motivation.”

You smile tremulously, hugging him around his waist then. “I love it, Satoru, just perfect. Thank you so much.”

He hugs you back a bit, then taps your back. “You’re welcome. Look all from letting me see a five second tease vid.”

“Satoru!” He snorts in laughter.

“You’re such a crybaby.” He nods to the other bag then.

You were so touched by a bracelet, which was nothing to him, Satoru Gojo was filthy rich, born rich, then busted his ass to get more. But if it wasn’t for the entirety of the situation, he’d have you dripping in diamonds. Fuck, naked, dripping with diamonds, god he needed to see you fully, when and how could you all?

It’s a consuming thought.

You crying was even hotter? Fuck.

“What’s this one?” You hold out a black box curiousy, thicker and bigger, then when you open it, you slam it shut. “Toru!”

He’s grinning like the Joker now, the Mad Hatter, a psycho. “This will be your stressor, keeping quiet and focused when I use it on you in class tomorrow.”

“No! No, no, uh uh!” He just grins wide, and as you’re holding what is literally a vibrator for panties, and he’s wiggling a remote control, you freak out.

“Let’s try it on.”

“Satoru… you psycho…” He’s bending down, on his knees in front of you, and his breath is on your thigh, sliding up your skirt. You fall back, until you’re leaned against the door frame.

“Pressure, Miss Brat. Now… let’s…” Then Satoru Gojo has hooked your panties in his fingers, yanking em down.

What… the fuck were you in for?

Chapter 5

Chapter on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/146269327

[amphibiahawks321]

(Stranger) : Hey there sugar plum~

Carol : Fuck....off

(Stranger) : Woah no need to be feisty sweetheart I'm just trying to make conversation

Carol : Yeah calling someone 'sugar plum' is totally not creepy and is totally a way to make a conversation

(Stranger) : not my fault a pretty girl like you is alone had to take my chance sweetheart~

Carol : Yeah no I'm taken by a more qualified guy so now you can go ahead and fuck off...

(Stranger) : Aww man... What a bummer... you sure we can't get along more~? I can treat you to a nice restaurant y'know~?

Carol : No...

(Stranger) : Groans whatever, Who is this boyfriend of yours anyway?

Carol : Not like it's none of your business but it's that guy

[Points at Y/N behind a window of a supermarket buying snacks]

(Stranger) : Him?

[Carol stares at you through the window with a smile]

Carol : Yeah

(Stranger) : Chuckles Your kidding right?

Carol : .....

[Carol immediately stares at (Stranger) with a 'da fuck did you say?' expression]

Carol : excuse me....

(Stranger) : I mean come on the guy doesn't look special at all-

30 MINUTES LATER

[In the front door of the house]

M!Reader : Thank you officer

Police : No problem, hey listen

M!Reader : ???

Police : You got a good one, but tell her to be less violence next time someone hits on her okay?

M!Reader : I understand

Police : Good, have a nice day!

Door closed

M!Reader : You punch his face and You kick his what now!

Carol : Oh come on he had it coming!

M!Reader : Carol I love you so Very much but you gotta admit that if someone hits on you, you can't be that violence okay but yes he deserves it at the punch his face until his nose bleeds part I agree on that part but kicking him in that area-

Carol : Wait that cop didn't know?

M!Reader : Didn't know what?

Carol : I didn't beat him and kick him because he was hitting on me, I beat him and kick him because he was hitting on me AND because he was talking crap about you

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader blushing : Well damn! Now I don't know whether I should be flattered or completely thankful that I have an awesome girlfriend like you!

Carol :

[sinsandsweetness]

Shane. Shane’s stuck in my head. I wonder if he and Rick got up to any shenanigans late at night in the police station with a cute girl…. I know Rick probably just watched but dang. Just thinking about it 👀 and if Merle and Daryl were in the drunk tank next to the cell…..

Shane is forever stuck in my head <3 I usually don't go for the pre-apocalypse au's but damn. this one got me dreamin' and drooling....

pairing- (Shane x fem!reader)

cw- dub con? just a power imbalance more than anything, mentions of drunk driving, very suggestive but no actual smut. 1.4k wc

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You walk past the two officers, both a little shocked by your vulgar language. Reaching the bars and seeing Merle grinning like a madman. Drunk. Clearly. Smelling of bourbon and poor decisions. 

“Aw, sugar-tits! I knew you’d come. Daryl says you wouldn’t n’ I says oh yesss she will,” he slurs his words. “And here you are! Our saving grace.”

You immediately turn to face Daryl. Bags under his eyes, elbows leaning on his knees while he sits on the bench. Clearly just as tired and irritated as you are. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You smack him on the shoulder with your bag. “I could barely pay rent this month. There's an eviction notice on my damn door and you think I can afford to bail your lousy, drunk of a brother out of- "

His eyes go wide at your confession, shooting up to grab your hand. 

“You don’t have to keep living with that loser, you know you can come stay with me-“

You shake him off. Blood starting to boil with irritation. “That’s not the point, Dare! I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep saving his ass whenever you two need it.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. Attempting to contain the flood of emotions that the week's events are summoning. 

“How much is it?” you brace yourself for the worst. Subconsciously knowing that whatever disgusting number you were picturing, would still be better than whatever Daryl was about to say.

“… 500.” 

“Fuckin' hell, Dare.” He gives you a look that reflects exactly how you feel. Apologetic. Angry. And so fucking tired.

With a deep breath, you tell him you’re going to try and talk to the cops that brought Merle in. To see if there's any way you can work something out. 

Pulling your skirt down slightly, in an attempt to be more modest for the police than you are for the men you wait on, you make your way over to the men. The tall one, dark hair and handsome in an almost intimidating way, is standing at the counter, chewing on a toothpick. The other is just as handsome, though in a softer way. Pretty blue eyes and an unsurprising wedding band adorning his left hand. He sits behind the desk as he fills something out on the computer. The satisfying click and clack of the keyboard, times almost perfectly with that of your heels on the grey linoleum. 

You approach the two with your sweetest smile, full of remorse. Your pretty eyes scream 'pity me' and you pray that the officers are kind enough to listen.

Immediately, you notice the way that the dark haired one stares down your blouse as you come to a stop. Taking a little breath for courage before starting your little spiel. 

“Hi.” You can't help but blush a little at the look that Officer Handsome is giving you. 

“Hey, sweetheart. What can we help you with?” He licks his lips and can't seem to contain the way they curl into a cheeky grin.

“My friend there, the uh, dumbass behind the bars…. well, you see he’s just, um…” pull yourself together, baby. “He fucked up. And I know that. He knows that. Even if it doesn't really seem like it. He really fucked up and if this were any other week, me and his brother over there, we would have more than enough money for his bail. We just.. Um, don't have it right now. So, I was wondering if there's any way we could work something out, like a payment plan or…”

“You got a boyfriend?” he asks, obviously uninterested in your proposal. 

Mouth agape at the bold interruption, you respond hesitantly, glancing back at Daryl for a second.

“Uh, no but…” 

“Really? Pretty boy over there… he’s what? Just a friend?” he nods towards Daryl, who can't quite hear but is obviously intrigued, and trying to assess how the conversation is going.

“Yeah, we're just friends… why?” 

He ignores your question again, hand coming up to touch the cross pendant on your chest, “Cute necklace.” He smirks again, this time at the way your breath hitches at his touch. Fingers moving over to play with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger. 

“Shane.” The officer at the desk scolds his partner. Unimpressed but seemingly unphased by his behaviour, not even glancing up from the document he's reading.

“Ricky, c'mon. Look at her. Ain’t she gorgeous? What the hell are you doin' hanging out with these idiots?”

Apparently Daryl could hear that remark because you hear a faint, unimpressed, “Hey!” come from the bench behind you. 

“Dare, sit down.” You tell him, with a scowl on your face as he sighs and sits back down and leaned into his hands once again. Praying for the night to just be over already.

“His brother is the idiot, he’s just… too loyal for his own good.”

The officer, Shane, nods his head, continuing to inspect you. Black mini skirt and button up blouse, curly hair cascading over your shoulders. Smelling like vanilla and vodka and whatever body oil is making your long legs shimmer so beautifully in the fluorescent lights.

“What are you doin’ up this late, anyway?” he asks. Apparently intrigued by your attire.

“I'm a waitress. I was just walking home from the bar as I got their call.” The constant dreaded call to come bail Merles drunk driving ass out of jail. 2:00 am on a friday, and you should have known they'd get themselves into trouble.

“You know, this is his third time. We've already taken his license. Impounded his car. If you don't have the money then…there's really not much I can do.” Shane tells you, that wicked grin still splayed on his face.

“You can leave him 'til morning, come back when you have the money.” Rick offers, finally putting the papers down and leaning back in his chair. One boot crossed over his knee as he relaxed into the leather cushion.

“And how the hell do you propose I come up with 500 dollars overnight?” You try not to sound so rude, but you’re tired and cold and Merles drunk babbling from the cell is really starting to piss you off.

The two men share a look and you feel goosebumps raise on your bare legs.

“Pretty girl like you… shouldn't be too hard.” Shane says, flicking his toothpick into the bin.

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, “I'm not some kind of whore, you know.” You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a little exposed in the excessively cold air conditioning.

“Of course not. That’s not what I meant, sweetheart.”

“Then what'd you mean, huh?” 

“Yeah, Shane, what did you mean?” Rick crosses his own arms, entertained by his friend getting himself stuck in such an awkward predicament. 

“Yeah, Shane. Why don't you expand on that for us.” You lean against the counter and he shakes his head with an annoyingly attractive laugh, which you can't help but smile at.��Forcing you to forgive his crude suggestion almost immediately.

“You gonna give me your number or what?” he says, leaning up beside you.

“I’ll give you a whole lot more than my number if you can get his bail waved.” You bite your lip and nod towards Merle in the holding cell.

“Thought you said you weren't a whore.” 

“Shane-” Rick hisses, warning his friend to tone it down. They're supposed to be officers of the law after all. Though you aren't really offended. You would fuck the man for free if he asked.

“You got an office here or something?” Your left hand starts to play with the keys on his belt, slowly making their way to the buckle, where you tap your french tips a few times, looking up at him with a look so sickeningly sweet, his cock actually twitches. 

He thinks for a moment, letting you pull at the leather band until he’s flush with your core.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, realizing you’re actually serious. Deciding to give in to your downright sinful suggestion. “Rick. Turn off the cameras in the interrogation room.” He turns to his partner. Blue eyes, all wide and dumbstruck.

“Shane, that’s illegal-”

Shane grabs your hand and starts leading you towards the room, talking over his shoulder, “Rick. Cut the fuckin’ cameras." His lips brush your ear as turns to whisper, nudging you forward, "I’d ask him to join, but I already know he won't." You smirk at his confession, looking back at Rick and silently wish the ring on his finger wasn't there.

Shane directs his attention at Rick once more, "You can watch from the glass if you’re feelin’ left out.” 

You can't help but giggle as you enter the room. Empty, aside from a metal chair and table. Shane pauses at the doorway, catching the attention of Daryl from down the hall.

“You too, pretty boy. This is for your brother's sake after all.”

-continued here

taglist- @rickswh0r3 @elnyrae @eternalrose81 @murder-jacket @miinbun @ankhmutes @grimesthinker @cl0wnb0yyy @whatthefuuuck @olive3oil @taylormarieee

(what the hell do I name this fic??)

also I don’t know shit about jail so… don’t come for me lol

[deathofacupid]

make it up to you | peter parker

summary: peter forgets a special day, and now he's gotta make it up.

you'd barely gotten any sleep last night, that's how excited you were for this. today was your's and peter's anniversary, and you simply couldn't wait. the moment your alarm went off, you were smiling.

despite the fact you'd gone to bed extra late last night, because you were finishing up peter's gift, you didn't have any problems waking up. you brushed your teeth first, deciding to take a quick shower after.

you didn't normally dress up, but today was an exception. you also weren't a dress type of girl, but today was an exception for that, too. adding some makeup, (including eyeliner because that was a must), you declared yourself ready.

you were bouncing on you toes, on the verge of squealing. peter had promised that there was something waiting for you.

and you loved suprises.

"ms. y/n," friday spoke, "your father is asking if you'd like a ride to school."

"um... sure! tell him i'll be right there, okay? thanks!"

you grabbed your backpack, swinging it over you shoulder before exiting your room and getting in the elevator.

"hey, peanut," he smiled, kissing the top of your head. "whatcha all dressed up for? a boy?" he asked, very well knowing you already had a boyfriend, wiggling his eyebrows.

you rolled your eyes, "no! well, yes. it's me and peter's anniversary."

"two years right? gotta hand it to him."

"what?"

"well, as your father, i must say that dealing with you certainly isn't the easiest."

"hey!" you frowned, swatting him.

"and i'm guessing the gift is for him, too?"

"yes! wanna see?"

"sure," he said, taking the object out of the bag. you blushed deeply, waiting for him to say something.

"it's a scrapbook," you said quietly.

in it were your's and peter's most intimate moment, ones where love was fulling the the frame. some were taken by peter, and some by you. there was an assortment, in no particular order, and stickers and doodles decorated the sides, filling up the spaces.

"wow, peanut," he said, looking up, "this is really sweet, how long did it take?"

"you shrugged, 2-3."

"hours? that's it?"

"...months."

he gaped, "pepper never did anything like this for me!" to friday he said, "hey, fri, tell pep we need to have a talk."

"ew! dad!"

"come on, i got somewhere to be, sweet-pea."

"where?"

"i dunno, just some lame meeting."

"hey... daddy?" you asked, after getting settled in the car.

"uh-huh?"

"you think... you think he'll like it?"

"he'd be stupid not to."

you nodded wordlessly, and the rest of the ride there was in silence, not a uncomfortable one. after a bit, the car stopped and you got out.

"have a good day," tony winked.

"you, too."

"and please, for the love of god, don't get off in the janitor's closet."

you rolled your eyes, "same goes to you and pep."

"i got a whole damn tower, i'll find better places than that."

"okay, gross. bye, now," you waved as he drove off (definitely over the speed limit.)

you felt giddy as you walked over to peter's locker, and he greeted you with a kiss. "hey, angel."

"hi, peter!"

"what's this?"

"your gift!"

"for- for... what?"

your heart indefinitely broke.

"oh. y-you don't-?"

he held the baggie tightly, brows furrowed.

you shook your head, "it's our anniversary."

"oh, right. oh. i k-knew that- i-i have a, um, a gift for, too! i just... i forgot it! yeah. yeah! at home! in- in my bedroom... in the closet... that- that's, yeah. yep."

"you forgot," you deadpanned.

"no! well, yes. i'm so sorry, i was patrolling late, and it slipped my mind-"

"it's okay. i get it," you shrugged, trying to brush it off. "spider-man comes first, right?"

it was silly to admit, but you hoped that he'd noticed that you'd dressed up. was it a silly thing to get excited about? 

"no, i-"

"it's fine. you had to patrol. that's not on you. i guess... i dunno. i thought maybe that you'd... never-mind. i'll see you later. bye, peter."

"aw, y/n, babe-"

but you were already gone.

you felt so immensely guilty, was it really fair to blame it on him? maybe not.

maybe.

it certainly didn't feel right. he was out saving lives, what was this compared to that? you'd probably started this stupid fight (could you even call it that?) over nothing.

but on the other hand, peter had a responsibility to your relationship. it's not that you really even cared about the gift, because you didn't, it's because you cared about his love. just him remembering. he'd made a promise when you found out, that spider-man wouldn't get in the way of things.

this was a big deal to you, and you weren't being petty, just disappointed.

oh, well. too late to do anything about it now.

you sighed again, deciding to deal with it later.

soon enough, the entire day had gone by, and you were waiting outside for happy to pick you up. all day, peter had been avoiding you. you weren't stupid. you could see ned and peter whispering to each other when they thought you weren't looking.

you hadn't meant to avoid peter, either, but it was currently to awkward to clear the air.

what a great anniversary.

"hi, uncle happy," you said, not trying to hide the glum tone in your voice.

"hey- woah, there. you okay?"

"yep."

"tony said it was your anniversary. 2 years, right?"

you let out a frustrated scream, making happy flinch.

"jeezus christ, don't distract the driver!"

"it sucked! today sucked! i was so excited and then it just turned out to be one sucky mess! he said he had a suprise! and he forgot everything! sucky. everything fucking sucks."

"first, you're lucky steve isn't here. and second, do you wanna talk about it? and not just say a word that has the root word of 'suck,' y/n?"

"he forgot," you shrugged.

"peter? peter forgot?"

"yeah."

"look, i'll be honest. that doesn't seem like peter. i don't think he'd ever intentionally do anything to hurt you, y/n. you know that, yeah? that kid is head over heels for you. but, hey, i don't want you beating yourself up over it. go to school tomorrow, talk it out, and go from there. it's easy; you love him, he loves you. if that's enough, it'll carry you through."

you inhaled, "yeah. yeah, okay. you're right. i-i'll talk to him!"

"see, you got the right idea. communication is key."

"thanks, uncle happy, you're the best."

"i know."

so you went home, and stressed about what you were going to say. then forgot about it. stressed some more. stress ate while stressing. forgot again. napped. stressed. drafted hundreds of texts you were to nervous to send. forgot one more time. did homework and forgot. read.

and you were still reading. 

you jumped slightly when you heard tapping on the window, knowing it was probably peter (since he was the only one who ever showed up at your window announced) and went over to unlock it.

"um, hi, peter," you stammered out, but he wasted no time grabbed you and swinging. you screamed. obviously.

is he kidnapping me? he's gonna kill me for this? no, wait, he's too nice. hiring someone to?

and then you weren't in the air anymore, now you were on... a roof? as you looked around, you took in the sight of fairy lights all around, making you do a double take. you blinked and noticed a picnic blanket, with several foods layed out.

suddenly, all the anger you had at him for kidnapping you dissipated.

"is this... is this for me?"

"no, it's for my other girlfriend. i just got the two of you mixed up." you shot him a glare and he quickly apologized. 

"do you, uh, like it? i wanted to give you something special. because you derserve it. a-and i'm a shit boyfriend who can't even treat his girlfriend right. i-i'm so sorry, angel. i didn't mean to forget, this was important to me, too. i just- i- it got in the way, spider-man did. i know i promised you that it wouldn't and i was trying so hard to make sure it wouldn't, and... and i broke my promise. 

"there isn't an excuse for that, i know. i'm taking responsibility for it. but- but i love you. and i want to make it up to you."

there were so many things you wanted to say, so you settled for this; "you love me?"

he blushed, "yeah. a lot. y-you don't have to say it back, and i don't want to pressure you, but i just... i wanted you to know."

you were smiling so damn hard as you kissed him, short and sweet. "i love you, too. a lot. and i'm not mad. i- i thought you'd be mad at me, honestly."

"what? why?" his brows furrowed. 

"because... i was being selfish? it's not fair of me to ask you to put us in front of the world."

"you weren't being selfish, and y/n, you are my world. this is the least i can do, you should be able to have a boyfriend that can do the bare minimum," which caused you to laugh. 

"bare minimum, parker? you are the sole reason that us girls have such high expectations."

peter looked confused, and bless him, but you didn't bother to elaborate. "how about we enjoy that date, huh?"

"okay," he grinned, kissing you again, "and by the way, i did notice you dressed up. you look nice in that. not that you wouldn't look nice in anything else, i'm just saying-"

"gods, i love you."

[mooshrada]

Jack in the Box x Reader

You were driving through the city's roadway in the morning at 7:00, it was a relaxing and peaceful morning for you, no traffic, no cars honking at you, just a happy drive for you.

Suddenly you saw a big bill board that says "Enjoy my BOWLS", "what kind of advertising is that?" You chuckled as you asked yourself that, you noticed that it was a restaurant ad, and the restaurant was called 'Jack in the Box', i guess you could try and eat at a new restaurant, maybe you will like their new good looking foods.

You went to the restaurant which is near to the city's park, you parked your car in the parking lot, and get your bag, and went inside the restaurant, it has only small amount of people in here, you notice someone with a a big red smile, and a yellow hat, it looks like they work here since they are behind the counter, you also noticed that he looked at you in an admiring way.

"H-hello! And welcome to Jack in the box, would you like to dine in, or take me- I-i mean take out!"

"Dine in please, i would like Loaded Breakfast Sandwhich and a hot coffee please."

"R-right away!"

That was unusual, first the stare and the stuttering, you go to a vacant table with a window and sat on a chair waiting for your order, while waiting you look to the right to admire the park's nature, after about 6 minutes, you got your order by the same man that listened to your choice of the menu.

"Enjoy your food!"

" don't worry, i will."

You smiled as you said that in the end, and noticed the man blsuhed as you did that.

"By the way, whats your name?"

You were the one asking that question

"M-my name is Jack, i am the owner of this restaurant obviosly, like didn't you see my billboard?"

"Oh, i thought you are just some random employee that got the act to pose for the bill board, sorry about that."

"Its ok, i know i could just go into my office and work as a guide to my employees, but i decided to work as a normal worker here."

"Oh i see, well why don' t you sit down, theres only a few people here, how about we just talk about things?"

You and Jack talked about a lot of things for only like 30 minutes, you talked about you and Jack do things daily, and both of your likings and dislikings.

"Hey jack can i order another hot coffee, i think i need to go sadly."

" Oh don't worry, you probably have some busy things to do, i'll get your hot coffee in no time!"

He went back behind to the counter to get your hot coffee ready, you stare back to the window to check in the park again, you start to think that you and Jack are good friends to each other.

Jack got the hot coffee for you, you stand up and put the cash for the meal on the table, you grabbed the hot coffee grom Jacks hands, you slightly blushed from it, so does Jack.

"Well i gotta go now Jack, don't worry i'll come back mayhe tomorrow or after 2 days!"

" See you later.. "

As you went out the restaurant you notice a handwriting on your coffee, it said..

' you are Hot like this coffee, lets hang out more often'

There was also a winky face emoticon in the end of the phrase, you blushed slightly a lot on your face, and you hope that you would come back in his restaurant.

Bonus:

(This is Jacks POV)

* HOLY HECK WHO ARE THEY, THEY LOOK AMAZING, IS THIS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT OR JUST SOME RANDOM THOUGHT??? *

* DAMN I CANT BELIVE IM TALKING WITH THEM, WOW THEY LOOK SO AMZING IN THIS VIEW *

* I CANT BELIEVE THEY ARE GOING ALREADY, HOPEFULLY THEY WILL COME BACK UGHHH *

* alright all i have to do is just write a message that will make them like me or something *

[truexnfootball]

Meet Your Mama pt2

Am I insane? Yes. Am I releasing this the same day as pt 1? Probably not. Will there be a pt 3? Most definitely. 18+ this time!!

You helped grab Travis 2 week of clothes from his dresser and closet, folded them neatly in his suitcase and zipped it up.

He came up behind you and gave your ass a swat.

"HEY!" you yelled. He only laughed before pulling you into a hug and kissing your head.

"Let me get these for you madame." He said picking up his bags.

"I was hoping you wouldn't make me carry them, their your clothes." You said following him out to your car.

He put his bags in the back of the car and opened your door for you.

"After you m'lady." He said with a goofy grin on his face

"Thank you kind sir." You said pinching his cheek before placing a kiss to the area.

"Your gonna make me blush Y/N." He said mocking your southern accent.

You couldn't help but cackle at how silly he sounded. You couldn't wait for him to meet your family and evidently, put him to some real work on the ranch.

He kept his hand on your thigh the whole way to the airport, stealing a kiss once and again at red lights.

Your parents would pick you both up at the the airport in Dallas once you landed. Travis still has no idea where your going. He's just happy to be with you for 2 weeks.

He parked the car, grabbed both of his and your bags and opened your door for you.

"Trav quit acting like my chauffeur."

"I just love you so much, I want to make you happy." He said smiling at you.

You went to take your bags from him but he quickly stood in the way.

"What do you want now Kelce?"

"Don't think I was gonna let you walk away without paying me." He said tapping his cheek, expecting a kiss.

You let out a sigh and payed him his due, and swiped your bags while he was distracted.

He laughed at the way you sassily walked away from him and hurried after you.

You sat with him, waiting for the call to board the plane. He had headphones on and thankfully couldn't hear when it came over the loudspeaker to board the plane headed to Dallas Love Field Airport.

You both stood up and walked to what he calls "the shutte". He put 2 bags in the overhead storage and you made sure to take the window seat. He settled into the seat next to you and started to doze off. You took the opportunity to nudge your way under his arm and take a nap too.

You woke later to him grunting, as he was just waking up too.

"Good morning to you too big guy." You said looking up at him, laughing a little.

"Mm, are we there yet?" He asked half awake.

"Yeah I guess." You were looking out your window now, getting ready to stand up. The other passengers were getting off, and Travis just wanted to sleep.

"C'mon Trav, we gotta get off." You said climbing over him to grab his right arm in an attempt to pull him up.

"Alright fine." He grumbled, getting annoyed with having to wake up and move.

You grabbed the luggage and Travis was close to follow. You spotted your mom and dad in the parking lot.

You dropped your bags and ran to them. They hugged you and told you how much they missed you. Then he was spotted. The 6'5 hunk you brought with you.

"Oh my god is that..." Your mom started

"Yep, I brought the one and only Travis Kelce with me." You said, pretty damn proud of yourself.

He said hi to both your parents, hugged your mom and shook your dad's hand. Your mom was still shocked as ever with the fact her daughter had brought this stud of a man with her.

They both drove you and Travis to the ranch and showed him around. They had set up another bed in your room for Travis, but you both knew they would be pushed together.

(Editor Ema here, I'm skipping a BUNCH at least to the spicy parts because I wanna include that right about now, so stuffs gonna go quick.)

As your family ate supper, you created small talk with your mom about your life in KC, while your dad talked to Travis about football.

Once you all finished eating, your parents went outside to run some yearlings and you ran upstairs to get changed into pajamas. Know and behold your new man was right behind you as you bent over to grab your jeans off the floor.

"Whew baby, that's one sight that should be the 8th wonder of the world." He said grabbing your ass and pushing lightly on your back.

"Unhand my ass Kelce before I donkey kick you." You said, trying to sound authoritative.

"Awww, pretty girl tryna act tough?" He questioned seductively.

"No, I'm telling you to let me go before you regret this."

"Oh I won't regret a thing sweetheart " he said before picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

You grunted at the impact. Trying to get up, but you felt his hand shove you back down and his large arms cage you in.

"I've waited for this long enough." He said before kissing you roughly. His hands grabbing whatever flesh he could before finally resting one on your left breast and the other on your lower abdomen.

You grabbed his shirt and started to unbutton it while he worked the buttons on your shirt too. Eventually, he got pissed at how long it was taking him, and ripped your shirt in half, discarding it somewhere in the room.

You pushed his shirt off and threw it somewhere and let your hands run over his chest and back. You were too dazed in the heat of the kiss and didn't realize your hand wandered to his crotch, but you knew you felt something hard.

"Watch those hands baby girl, you'll get it soon enough." He said letting out a slight moan before slipping a hand between your legs. He unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers.

"Take them off Trav." You said trying to catch your breath. He slid his boxers off, revealing his thick member which you immediately took in your hand. He moaned and you prayed to God your parents were still outside.

You took the opportunity to push him off you and get on top. He pulled your underwear down and slid into you. Both of you let out moans as you moved up and down his length.

"Fuck baby, that's so good. Your so good to me aren't you?" He started rambling but the little moans he was letting out were so hot you didn't even want to tell him to stop.

"God Trav this hurts." You said slowing down your pace.

He flipped you both over, hoping to make it easier on you.

He started off slow to let you adjust more, and once you did he picked up pace. Before you knew it he was pounding into you with such force you knew you were going to feel him for weeks.

"OH MY GOD TRAV!" you screamed, gripping his shoulders, hoping to ground yourself.

"I got you baby, I'm almost there." He said with a few hard thrusts before you let out a loud moan and your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he leaned over you more.

A few more brutal thrusts and he was coming with you. Both of you were sent into a drunken daze of lust and passion.

You both came down from your high, and he laid next to you. He faced you and smiled.

"God Y/N, I don't know what was better, winning my second Super Bowl or this."

You laughed and kissed his cheek, "Well Trav, I don't know what was better, seeing your ass earlier or this." You grabbed his ass before giving him another kiss.

He pulled you to him and grumbled against your cheek.

"You better stop that or your gonna get it Y/N."

"I wouldn't complain one bit Travvy." You said before wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on him before drifting off to sleep.

Omg this was a piece of work that's for sure 😅. I never wrote smutty stuff like this so if it's weird, please don't hesitate to let me know. I PROMISE rancher Travis is in the next part, I really wanted to dip my toe in smut and I'm not really sure I like how it turned out. Anywho, I've been dealing with another illness, I was 90% sure it was COVID, but I have my taste and smell, just can't breathe in much or it hurts. This is my 3rd time being sick since December. Everything is okay with me and my mom, just hoping my grandma doesn't get it this bad. She's already showing signs of it and I can only help her and pray. Anywho, toodaloo lovelies, off to write pt 3 where we put Sir Travis on a horse 😂. This is gonna be fun.

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[ll-but-its-random]

LL incorrect quotes (pt. ???)

Except I'm going through a shipping brainrot.

(Some NSFW)

John: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Sarah: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

---

Eight: Crushes are so weird. Whenever I'm around mine, I start acting stupid. Marina: You always act stupid. Marina: Marina: Wait... --- Einar: You gotta apologize. Five: FINE! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT who you fell in love with. --- Six: Good night to the love of my life, Sam, and fuck the rest of y'all. --- Sarah: Hey John! Gotta a date for tonight? John: No... Sarah: Now you do. Hold my hand. --- One: I'm gonna take a shower. Wanna help me out ;) Adam: ...Have you never taken a shower before? --- Einar: You look good in that hoodie. Five: You know where else I'd look good? Einar, without hesitation: My bed. Five: Dominating the worl- wait what? --- (Set up on a blind date) Adam: Consider it background checking, but do you have any death certificate? Date: Um... no, not yet. Adam: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again. --- Waiter: What would you like? Eight: Bring a milkshake with two straws. Marina: *blushes* Eight: *puts both straws in his mouth* Watch how fast I can drink this!! --- Six: I have the urge to do something stupid. Sam: I'm stupid, do me.

+ any of the non-loric characters here pulling the "Do you have a surname" card, because they know damn well they don't.

[tangosenpai]

Tooru Oikawa

Stressed out~04

Contains: light bdsm, friends w/ benefits, stress relief, hand cuff, light consensual non consensual (there is a safe word), praising, denial, over stimulation, top Oikawa, slight angst, fuck boy trope

kageyama is your brother(adopted or half)

(y/n)'s p.o.v

My legs squeezed together as Karusno was on their last set against Aoba Joshai. They were in the lead, thankfully. My hands clutch around the metal bar. Part of me wanted Aoba Johsai to win but I know that I should want Karusno to win. Since, ya know, my brother is Kageyama.

But I couldn't help it. Oikawa was sexy as hell, jumping up in the air. His brown hair flowing around his face as sweat dripped down the side of his forehead.

"YEAH EAT THAT, THAT MEAT BALL IS MY BROTHER!" Tanaka's sister screamed. I smile at her supportiveness.

"GO KAGEYAMA!" I shout, waving my arms up and down, my feet lifting up from the ground just a little. Kageyama looks up and a small smile spreads from his face.

Turning my eyes back onto Oikawa, I frown. His face frowns more, slightly holding an angrier expression. His deep brown eyes meet mine, making me tilt my head in confusion as hate swirls in them. His lips mouth words that I can barely make out from the distance I stand, but somehow I manage to do so.

'Punishment.'

My face flushes, turning my attention back to Kageyama. I'm in deep shit.

————

I wrap my arms around my brothers neck, pulling him closer to me.

"You did so great, Tobio!" I cooed, roughing his black hair.

"Hmph, (y/n)!" He groaned as I buried my face into his neck.

"What?! Baby brother!"

"You're only a year older than me!" His arms squeeze me closer. He was happy. I could tell. Kageyama wasn't someone who easily showed his emotions or affection. So getting a hug back made me even happier.

We break apart and Kageyama's team surrounds us.

'I threw a wish in the well

Don't ask me I'll never tell

I looked at you as I fell

And now you're in my way

Your stare was ho-'

My phone rang making a blush spread across my face. I look at the caller ID and mentally cursed. God damn it Oikawa, why'd you set the ringer to that?!

"I'll be right back." I told my brother landing a hand on his shoulder, removing myself from the group.

"Hello." I spoke through after pressing the green button.

"Hello, little cutie~" Oikawa's voice slithered into my ear. I shivered and groaned.

"What do you want?" I said, already tired of his bullshit.

"Wellllll........ Ya see, I lost and since I lost. You're mine for the night, understand?" Within five seconds Oikawa's voice went from his normal playful tone to a serious dominant one, making my legs squeeze together to get some friction. Damn, his dominance is hot.

"But they're cele-"

"You're going to come home with me tonight, understand? I'm waiting outside."

"Fine."

I hung up on him, shoving my phone into my jean pocket. I rolled my (e/c) eyes, walking over to the boys.

"Hey munchkin, I gotta go. I love you~" I ruffled his hair like I normally do, he turns to me frowning.

"Stop calling me that!" He groans, pouting his lips. "Besides why are you leaving? I wanted you to come celebrate with me.."

I frown. I did too. You know what? Fuck, Oikawa. I will go celebrate. I take my phone from my pocket, turning it completely off.

"Okay. I will." I looked at Kageyama, smiling at him.

///

I snuck under Sugawara's arm, throwing my hood up over my head, so I could sneak out unoticed. Suga sent me a look before pulling me closer.

"What is this about?" He whispered. I put my index finger to my lips, motioning to a 'shh'. He nods his head slowly.

As we come to the doors, I shove myself closer to him when Oikawa came into view. Oikawa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when his eyes didn't see me. Thank goodness.

/:/

I shove the French fries in my mouth, humming in satisfaction.

"You're so weird, (y/n)." Tanaka remarks. I stuck my tongue out at him then countinue to shove fries down my throat. The salty taste dancing along the walls of my mouth. I hum in delight.

"Hey sis, us boys umm, well we want to go do our boy thing.. so...do you think you could see yourself home?" Kageyama asks turning to face me. I stop in my place, shooting him a smile, french fries sticking out of my mouth.

"Is oqa, ivm trider veanyway." I said still stuffing fries in my mouth. Sugawara takes out his phone, snapping a picture of me. I pout as laughs erupt from him. (its okay, I'm tired anyway)

"You have to send that to me!" Kageyama laughs making me pout even more.

"Fuga-seinfai, fhapt nop fair!" (Suga-Senpai, that's not fair!)

"You're so cute, (y/n)-chan!" Sugawara pokes my nose. I blush madly, gulping the last of my fries down, and smiling widely at him.

"Venture home safely... are you sure you're okay to walk yourself home, Kageyama-san?" Daichi asks, looking at me. I nod my head slightly, giving him a thumbs up.

"I'm good, I can call my friend to come get me."

"By friend... please don't tell me you mean Oikawa?" Kageyama asks. Sugawara frowns at the sound of that and looks at me with a sad look.

"I can walk you home, (y/n)-chan." Suga says, giving me a soft smile. I smile back and shake my head.

"No, no Sugawara-senpai. It's fine!"

"If you insist. Text me when you get home then, okay?" Sugawara says, patting me on the head. Daichi, Kageyama, and Sugawara turn around to catch up with the others.

"Be safe, Kageyama-san!"

"See you at home, (y/n)!"

"Text me when you get home, (y/n)-chan!"

////

I've been walking for what seems like hours. How long am I away from my house? I pull out my phone, turning it back on. My fingers slide against the cool screen as I type in a number.

"Look who finally called back."

"Sorry, Tooru-Senpai. I was celebrating with my brother. It was very important to him. I'm free now..."

"Hmm.... where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"I'm at that small restraunt, Rino's Joint...."

"Why are you that far away. You're about an hour away from your home. That's a three hour walk, (y/n)..... are you insane to be walking that late at night?"

"I was going to take a bus."

"I don't care. Either way it's dangerous... I'll be there as soon as possible."

I groan as he hangs up.

A couple minutes later and three drunk guys are headed towards me. I shrink into the little corner I was in as they got closer. I pulled out my phone, clicking on the first name that came to mind.

ButterFly💕🦋

There are three drunk

dudes coming my way.🥺

Sugamama❤️

Are you okay?

Is one trying to hurt you?

As I was about to reply, one of the men starts to cat call me. I look down, my phone still clutched tightly in my (s/c) frail hands.

"Well, look what we have here. A pretty little lady..." A man with shaggy brown hair, scruffed up face, and crooked teeth comes closer to be. I shrink down more in the corner. Oikawa, where are you?

"Woah, look she's scared.... even better..."

He moves in closer with his buddies behind him. My eyes trail a black car as it pulls up, automatically knowing who it is. I knee the man in the front and duck under the other two, scurrying to the car. I frantically open the door and slam it shut, locking it as I watch the men run towards the car. Without saying a word, Oikawa drove off, the men still chasing behind.

"I didn't take you as an idiot." Oikawa said, his eyes still on the road.

"I'm fine."

"You know what, that's what you say every single time. This is the seventh time this has happened in between Sugawara and I. What if we don't end up showing up next time, (y/n)!" Oikawa cursed as his eyes kept focused onto the road.

"I said I'm fine."

"Does Sugawara know?"

"Yes.."

"Have you texted him back or did you just leave him there to worry."

"Uhh..."

"For fuck sakes."

"Tooru-Senpai, you've never been so angry before."

"You know you're supposed to be my fuck buddy... that means I don't need you to die, okay? I can't just pick a random whore off the streets. First off bdsm has to be consensual.. second off stds.."

Wow... just a fuck buddy.

I can't believe I like someone who thinks I'm just a fuck buddy...

"Tooru?"

"Hmm?"

"W-will.. we ever be more than fuck buddies?"

"What do you mean?"

Is he dumb?

"Like well. Will we ever you know, date?

Or be together. Or like cu-"

"Sorry, (y/n) I don't like you like that."

"Oh.. okay..."

////

We walk through the door of his house, I breath in the smell of cinnamon and hot chocolate.

"Tooru? Are you home?" A feminine voice calls from the kitchen, walking through the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Oikawa!" I greet, bowing my head.

"(Y/n)! Oh how I've missed you! I'm baking some cookies, do you want to help?" Oikawas mother wraps her arms around me tightly, making it almost impossible for me to hug back.

"Mom, she's here because of my needs you can have her after."

"Ew... just hurry up alright. Poor girl, Tooru. You're going to hate it when she finds a real man."

Oikawa rolls his eyes, walking up the stairs with his hand wrapped around my wrist tightly.

"You're in for a big punishment."

I was sat on his bed, fiddling with my fingers while Oikawa was in his closet.

"So I have a new toy.." Oikawa speaks, stepping out of the closet, smirking devilishly. My eyes widen at the long thick purple dildo in his hands.

"But.. I... no."

"Hmm? I think I decide that, kitten." Oikawa says patting me on the head. I tilt my head slightly, looking into his brown eyes.

"Oikawa..."

"Hmm?"

"This will be our last time." I tell him. His smirk fell.

I will pick Sugawara. He will treat me right. Oikawa just wants me for sex, I can't let my feelings grow any further.

"You're in for a very big punishment then."

In a quick flash my back hits the bed, my arms are lifted up, and placed into the pink hand cuffs that are secured around the headboard. (Grab the headboard ;) )

Oikawas knuckles graze up my shirt and on my bare stomach, his finger slightly dipping in the hole of my belly button.

"Damn, you're so sexy..."

Oikawa's lips press gently onto my lower stomach right above where my jeans are. A cool wetness presses against my skin, slowly swirling its self in a circular motion. The feeling of my clothes restricting my body builds of aggravation in the pit of my stomach, making my body wiggle.

"Hmm...? Someone's becoming impatient." Oikawa hums, his hands slightly gliding down my legs.

"Tooru... I want more."

"You always want more, hmm? Such a greedy little slut, not that I'm complaining." Oikawa states, his left hand unbuttoning my jeans. He pulls the zipper down along with my jeans.

"Why are you so damn sexy?" Oikawa praises leave little kisses above my underwear. I shiver, the tingling sensation traveling up my back. Oikawa then pulls away, leaving me confused. He slides off the bed, trudging towards the closet. I tilt my head to the side as I can faintly see Oikawa through the crack of the door.

He walks back out, a worse looking smirk on his face.

"I got this toy for you, just to have you cut our strings off like that~ Hmm if you're going to leave, you're going to leave with a bang. What do I normally say? Oh right.. if you're going to hit it, hit it til it breaks." Oikawa soothes, stalking towards me.

I notice a black cloth that was held in his hands. My eyes widened, looking at him in shock. Blind fold.

"Oikawa.." I whisper as the black cloth brushes against my eyebrows slowly tightening around my head. Damn if this isn't hot.

Anticipation fills my stomach, waiting for Oikawas movements. With five minutes nothing has changed.

A throaty gasp leaves my mouth as a large thing presses hardly into my clothed entrance. It starts to move in small circular motions, my hips buck in almost an instant.

Oh. Fricking. Damn. It.

"O-Oikawa.."

"Someone's excited."

Fingers trace down my thigh as the large item starts to grind on my sex faster. Small gasps escape from my mouth, making me bite my lip in protest.

A finger swoops under the side of my panties, pushing them to the side. The large object is placed at my entrance, the rubber being pushed down into my wet sensation.

"O-oh shit!" I groan as the dildo is pushed all the way in, leaving a cramping like feeling in my slower stomach. Jeez, it's so big.

Within seconds it's pounding into me. A wet feeling is placed onto my clit, slowly sucking on it. Oikawa's tongue swirls onto my clit while his hand pumps the dildo into me roughly.

"AHH- OIKAWA IM GOING TO-"

It stops. All of it stops.

"Tooru.. that's not fair." I whine, rubbing my legs together to try and finish myself off. A loud slap rings around the room and within seconds of the sound, a growing sting sprouts on the outer side of my thigh.

"You will not cum until I say so, is that understood, kitten?"

"Yes, Oikawa."

"Good." Oikawa replies, his hand softly rubbing over where he smacked me at. "Oh. I'm sorry about your shirt and bra."

What?

A ripping sound echos off the walls making my blinded eyes widen.  Pain shoots from my nipple as teeth circle around it, pinching my nipple tightly.

"Ngh~" A slight moan escapes my lips.

Fingers dance around my clit, dodging it directly. A flutter of annoyance and desperation starts to swirl in my stomach making me groan in relentless.

"Oikawa, please?"

"Please what?"

"Please make me cum?"

"You asked for it."

All of a sudden two fingers plunge into my entrance, and a tongue at my clit. His tongues rotates it's self in a patteren as his digits curl inside me, moving in and out aggressively. Within seconds  loud screams escape my throat and I cum all over Oikawa.

Oikawa removes his fingers only to replace it with his tongue. He enters it in my entrance, swirling it around in a circle, and slowly sucking in. My hips plunge upwards, making his hands find the sides of them and roughly push them down. He sucks it in his mouth slowly and steadily. My body still being sensitive from the last orgasam starts to riot again.

"Ngh~ oh fuck, Oikawa.. please."

His tongue moves faster, making me cum all over. He starts to lap it up once more, making me whine at the sensitive bud.

"You will cum as many times as I want you too. Don't forget that." Oikawa says making me shiver in pleasure. "But lucky for you. I need to release inside of you right now."

"Inside of me?"

"That's your punishment."

But. I'll. Get. Pre-

"I don't care if you get pregnant. You wouldn't be the first."

Hurt boils in my stomach, as an aching feeling starts to shoot down my heart.

Well damn.

A 'zzz' noise is heard, making me cock my head to the side. What the he-

My underwear are ripped off within seconds and a huge cock is slammed into me.

"Ngh~"

Bright colors and Oikawa's face comes into vision as my blind fold was ripped off.

"You're going to look at me while I fuck you."

"W-what?"

Oikawa takes my chin into his hands, making my eyes meet his.

"You will look at me while I fuck you endlessly. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Good girl."

Oikawa pulls out only to slam even rougher into me. My hole feels violated as he roughly fucks me. But I enjoy it. I keep my eyes held within his, staring into the pool of brown.

His dick runs against my walls, sliding far in. His mouth latches onto the side of my neck, making his teeth graze against the side of it.

Oikawas pace grows faster, fucking me even rougher.

"Mm, fuck Kitten you're pussy is so tight." Oikawa groans loudly.

"Mmm! Oikawa I'm going to-"

"Me too!"

Oikawas seed decorates the walls of my sex. My pants grow less and my eyes shut close.

I'm sleepy.

///////

"Suga-Senpai." I whisper looking at him.

"Yes, (y/n)?" Sugawara glances at me, taking his ice cream cone away from his mouth.

"Well, I like you. A lot. An-"

"(Y/n)!" A loud voice yells from behind me. I then around looking at Oikawa. The man I cut off three weeks ago.

"Oh. It's you."

"(Y/N)!! Don't go with him... I-I love you."

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 35

happy early valentine's day~

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

Bowser had no idea exactly what you were up to but he did know you were taunting him, taking off at a full sprint as you laughed. Had Peach done something to you somehow? Or, wait - did it have something to do with being teased about not falling in love? The moment she'd said it, you'd flushed with embarrassment…

He didn't dare to hope it meant what he wanted it to mean. For now, he focused on the enchanting scent of your happiness as he barreled after you; there was a sort of thrill in chasing you down, heightened by your lingering giggles when you narrowly avoided his grasping hands by ducking under his arm as you suddenly changed directions.

"Hey!" he shouted; it took him way too long to turn around for his liking.

You laughed and met his gaze over your shoulder. "Gotta be faster, big man!" Oh, you weren't taunting him; you were teasing him.

And he liked it.

"You'll run outta stamina before I do!" he threatened as he started to catch up again. This time, he was prepared for you to try the same tactic to get around him, but instead of bolting under his arm you slipped down an adjacent hallway.

You just laughed; he could hear the breathiness already. It was only a matter of time now.

His claws dug into the carpet as he rounded the corner behind you, his tail swinging out to the side to keep him balanced as he entered the long hallway.

Oh, you were so done! There was no chance to escape because he wouldn't let you dip around him again, and there weren't any offshoot hallways until the very end, so unless you suddenly gained the jumping ability of the stupid Italian brothers, he had you.

But of course you weren't giving up; he could see your legs working hard to keep ahead of him even as he neared you again. He had to give you credit for trying to outrun him… it was just too bad you wouldn't be able to.

Just as you started to almost get near the end of the hallway, he finally got his hands around your waist and snatched you up with a triumphant laugh. You squealed and squirmed, but ultimately fell into airy laughter, trying to regain some breath at the same time. There was an undeniable charge in the air between you two that he didn't plan on ignoring any longer.

"Damn," you panted softly, letting him turn you to face him, "I've run from my feelings before, but having them physically chase me was a new experience."

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he quietly turned to press your back against the wall. "Don't start things ya can't finish," he rumbled deeply, watching with a smug feeling as your cheeks flushed. He was trying to tease you, but he was also teasing himself at the same time, his tail swaying quickly behind him.

Okay. He couldn't stand it any longer. The chase (as short as it was), the fucking adorable blush on your face, the sweet absence of fear despite those round doe eyes… You liked him. Dare he think it: you loved him.

His head tilted slightly to the side and without another thought or hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours.

It wasn't a perfect fit, due to obvious reasons, but he couldn't deny the electricity that shot through him; you obviously felt the same, because instead of pushing him away, you tangled your fingers in his mane. And fuck if that didn’t make his big heart flutter. Your lips were warm and soft as you kissed him right back, not an ounce of hesitation there - despite what he knew you’d been through.

You had trusted him with one of the biggest secrets a person could carry with them and now you were starting to trust him with a sort of intimacy he’d never actually thought he’d experience. Through all the times he’d kidnapped Peach, daydreamed about a partner that reciprocated, laid awake at night in his repressed loneliness, he’d never actually imagined he’d find someone who would put up with him, yet here you were: a traumatized little handmaiden too afraid to say her real name.

He wouldn’t trade you for the goddamned world.

You cupped your hands at the base of his horns and tried to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. An involuntary deep, dominating growl pushed its way from his throat at the action. Instead of trying to shy away, you responded with a soft noise of your own that - oh fuck. Oh shit. That wasn’t just a simple little hum.

He inhaled sharply, the kiss mutually broken as you both popped your eyes open to stare at each other.  Your hand came up to cover your mouth.

“You fuckin’ moaned,” he breathed. He pressed against you a little, another involuntary growl leaving him as he carefully tucked his nose into your bruised neck and inhaled your scent. “You moaned.”

You shook your head defiantly, but he could feel the shiver that shot up your spine. “It was not a moan,” you mumbled.

He kissed your neck lightly. “Keep tellin’ yerself that, baby. I know what I heard.” You rewarded him with another shiver as you exposed your neck a little, and he quite happily began to pepper your bruised throat with sweet little kisses. He was very careful not to hurt you.

“Fuck, Bows…” you breathed, your eyes fluttering lightly. He knew you were absolutely soaking up this innocent attention like a sponge… unfortunately, though, you just made something too easy for him.

“With pleasure,” he growled with a wide smirk.

You squeaked softly when he pulled you away from the wall, your eyes going wide. “W-wait–!”

“Relax, Samecca. I know you ain’t ready for that just yet.” As much as he wanted it already, he would absolutely wait for you to come to him… or, fuck it, you might make him chase you again or something. Either way, he’d let you tell him somehow when you were ready, in your own time. “We’ll take it slow. Promise, okay?”

Immediately, he felt you relax in his arms, and you nodded. You both knew the jokes would have a slightly more serious undertone now, certainly some genuine flirting, but he felt it had been important to remind you that he would keep his word about not taking advantage of you.

“I promise I’ll speak up when I don’t like something,” you murmured, then pulled him in for another kiss. He rumbled as he practically melted into it, but after a few moments something occurred to him and he pulled his head back.

“Let me clarify somethin’,” he said, and you nodded. “When ya say that… you mean if things gettin’ kinda hot ‘n heavy, and you not sayin’ nothin’ to me ‘bout stoppin’... I’m good to just keep goin’?”

You gently stroked his snout, your hands as gentle and soft as ever as they ran from his cheeks to his nose. “Exactly. I reserve the right to stop in the middle of anything we’re doing, but if I’m not speaking up, then I’m okay with you not stopping. That’s a promise.”

Good, that would actually make things very easy for him. He wouldn’t be constantly guessing if you were okay, and you were free to test your own limits while knowing that he would stop at any point for you. Certainly that sweet little moan of yours would keep him enough company in certain moments to let him be as patient with you as you needed. He figured it also couldn’t hurt to just straight up ask you about some stuff too, probably, so he decided he would start with something on the easier side.

“Hickies?” he grunted, shifting to carry you bridal-style as he headed back down the hallway toward his room.

“What about them?”

He snorted softly and glanced down at you. “Can I give them to ya?”

You blushed, hiding your face, but he felt you nod against his chest. “S-sure… but what if your kids ask…?” you squeaked out.

“Never said they gotta be on yer neck, did I?” He snickered quietly.

You didn’t respond, highly embarrassed… but you also didn’t contradict him or say no. He blinked when he realized. Before he could ask, though, his nose was suddenly tingling with a scent he’d never smelled before, and he found himself picking up his pace a little. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, just that you suddenly smelled like heaven. It was to the point that his mouth was beginning to water.

He’d have to figure it out when he got you to the room for lunch. Hopefully the food would already be waiting, which would give you two some time without the pressure of knowing the time would be interrupted. Just had to get there…

[1totallynotasimp]

Josiah nelson x short fem Reader (If Mario Was In Among us)

   This was requested by Cassidy on quotev

( Your Pov)        

                 Emergency meeting 🚨

"There was a! ... wait why is the table so small ?"jocelyn asked"SOMEONE SET UP A BOB-BOMB AND THE TIMER ONLY SAYS 30 MINUTES LEFT!!!"micah finishes jocelyns sentenceEveryone gasps

 "Wait why is green Mario here" wario asked then starts laughing with waluigi (I don't know ther actuall names )

I wasn't really paying much attention because all I heard was arguing. Then I heard eligah speak up"They couldn't have done it on there own that means two of us here are imposters "eligah said

Well i knew that part already as i were one of those imposters. Yeah "Is anyone sus"shiloh asks

"Well there's 3 people wearing red so let's vote them all of just to be safe"judah says

"Wait if the imposter who started his is still among us"shiloh starts to say but gets interupted by judahs laughter "Stop. So they wouldn't wanna risk being inside the castle when it went off "shiloh continues

  Then something something something then everyone votes skip .Even though I was an imposter I took a task card anyway.

 Me Y/N and was (whatever mario character) and also an imposter, Josiah comes up to me "hiya shortie"

 Oh how I hate it when people call me that but when Josiah says it it kinda hits different, buuuut it's still annoying I wasn't that short . Was I?

"I'm not that short"I say while blush appears on my face.i had a crush on josiah a while now but the no way he would like a short person like me and plus he's also like my best friend I can't lose him so I won't risk it

Any way shiloh was saying there are power ups around the place anyone can use pipes and stuff so yeah

Josiah starts talking to me"Sooo my Tiny Y/N it's a big dangerous place out here and I thi-" "Yes Josiah I'll be your buddy "I already knew what the rest would be everyone treats my like I'm some child but I'm like the same age as all of them .

"Well wanna go for a pipe ride it's great that crewmates can like vent to right "Josiah says smiling"Yeeeeah crewmates sure it's great "I wisper to myself.Josiah was wearing a pretty nice toad outfit and li..

."Oh wait a power up box!"josiah screams "No wait you have to collect enough "Josiah tries to break the power up box put practically breaks his hand and is now screaming on the floor.

"Ouch are you ok that look like it hurt "I ask josiah genuinely concerned 

"Nah im fine shortie nothing I can't hand "josiah replies still holding his hand in pain .He gets up and we continue to go do our tasks well his tasks anyway"Well so Y/N there's something I kinda wanted to tell yo-"

"PIRANA PLANT IS LOSE " judah shouts Then it just...         

          Emergency meeting 🚨

"Someone let  pirana plant lose but judah took care of it "Pauline said

Juudah had and flame onto his head as he bangs his head on the table."And shyguy is gone "shiloh reported and everyone gasp

 Well I didn't do it but I did let out piranha plant while josiah was doing his task silly me I guess.

Wario was saying shiloh was sus and given a bunch of valid reasons and if I were a crewmate I would think she was the imposter , but sadly jocelyn defended her

.shiloh Is the best at finding imposter if we don't get rid of her were doomed Then the meeting was over

 "Hey josiah what did you wanna say to me earlier "I ask curious

 "Oh huh that that wasn't important shortie don't worry bout it in fact you stay right here I gotta goooo do some task be right back "josiah says quick then runs off

I then see a power box and then Pauline, a smirk grows on my face I break the power Box and get a red shell

"Hey stay back " Pauline says afraid and tries to run away"Sorry but these never miss "I say I throw the red shell stun here then throw her out damn I am good.

The josiah comes back "Oh where's Pauline "he wonders

"W-well she- umm"i try to make up and exuse put josiah didn't really seem to care"Huh guess we're ya know shortie alone but dont worry ill protecty you "he say, I just roll my eyes , but i smile

"Huh hey josiah even if was acting just a bit sus you wouldn't vote me out right "I ask hopefull

y Josiah repliesw ith "of course not shortie I would never plus I trust you. You wouldn't lie to me"

"Ummm yeah of course "I say but I do feel bad now"Umm well I have something what is the word agani oh yeah vague to do over there so wait here be right back "I say shyly"

Alright shortie but be care if you aren't back in 5 minutes "josiah says smirking

"Josiah I may be short but I aint no baby I'll be back "

I say smiling "ALso next meeting vote out micah he acting sus "I say as I run of

"If he's acting sus we need to vote him out byee" josiah said

After I come back to josiah but shiloh ,eligah and micah are already talking to him"Woah woah woah woah woah now no way shorties the imposter she to innocent for that "

"Josiah  Y/N is the imposter "Shiloh says

"Y/N is not the imposter "he replies back

I couldn't take it anymore "sorry josiah but shiloh is right hehe funny " Josiah looks sad he says"o-okay but I can't lose you, your my shortie"

An idea popped up in my head "then stay with me"i shout happily then I throw him out 

         Emergency meeting 🚨

 "It's " micah begins to speak but I interupt " yeah it is me vote me of I have a friend to see"

"Aaah " I scream as I get voted of"Did you really do that just for me "josiah ask smiling

 "Maybe , maybe not" I say as I smile

 "I love you " we both say at the same time

"Aww I love you to "we again say at the same time 

And then the most magical thing happened he kissed me

"eew gross josiah shes an imposter "Pauline says still mad I threw her out"I couldn't care less she's my little imposter "josiah responds happily 

Judah got thrown out and was talking with josiah "So for your leg you can either take one pill a day for 14 days or you could take this 💊 once"judah says holding a gigantic pill in his hand.

"I am not eating that"josiah says.

"Oh come on"

"No""Just do it "

"No"

"just a nibble "

"No"

And to be honest I'm more concerned how that fitted in judahs pocket

So maybe the imposters lost but josiah let me celebrate with them so I say this was a win win for everyone well maybe not everyone 😅

"My Tiny Y/N do you wanna be my first ever girlfriend every did I say the ever part "josiah asked with hope in his eyes 

"Of course how could I say no "I reply "Wait really ,i really thought you'd say no .damn I got rejected a lot in life" josiah answers surprised

 I just slightly laugh and give him a peck on the cheek well I kinda had to step on a stool though hehe that's the short life for me

The end

Word count :1,320🥰

[maddiehu7]

Heat of the moment | Dean Winchester |

Chapter 8

"Hey em wake up" I hear Dean say shaking me gently

"Mmh" I grumble turning away from him he laughs

"Sam found a case in Colorado you gotta get up" I sigh out turning to face him

"Fine" I grumble

"That's my girl" he smiles getting up and going to the bathroom like he didn't just call me his girl I blush brightly eyes wide in shock I sigh out and smile putting my head in my pillow

~~~time skip~~~

We got all packed up and now we're on the road I claimed shotgun as soon as I saw the car which left Sam rolling his eyes stuffing himself in the back, the whole way to Colorado Dean had his hand on my thigh which made me blush and look out the window to try and hide it but Dean could tell and smirked Sam just fake gagged and I reached back and smacked his head lightly which made Dean laugh heartily

"Were here" Dean says to us we get out and I go to grab my luggage but Dean grabs it first smiling at me

"What a gentleman" I smirk up at him

"When I wanna be" he says still smiling as he walks into the motel to check us in

"I regret wanting you to to be together if it's gonna be all gushy like this all the time" Sam says making a grossed out face

"I will smack you again Sammy" I say rearing my hand up

"Yeah right" he just slaps my hand back down smiling I smile back as Dean comes out giving Sam one key

"Where's mine?" I question

"Well....i actually got us a room together and Sam his own...I hope that's ok" he says looking at me hopefully

"Don't you think it's a little early for that" I try not to burst his bubble

"Well you know it is cheaper to get two one beds" Dean adds he shrugs

"Whatever you say Dean" Sam laughs

"Shut up Sammy" Dean rolls his eyes

"Ok ok fine let's go" I say heading towards me and deans room he smiles like a little boy following me, he places are bags on the table when Sam comes in

"Get dressed in 10" Sam says leaving to go get dressed

"FBI time" I say making fake finger guns shooting them at Dean

"Your such a geek" he laughs admiring me I blush looking away

"go get changed terminator" he says pushing me lightly into the bathroom I laugh going to change

I come out in my suit and dean turns around dressed in his I guess we have the same reaction because we look at each other admiringly, holy hell he looks good in a suit

"Damn em who knew a suit could look so good" he says smirking looking me up and down with lust in his eyes

"I could say the same for you" I say biting my lip seductively Dean looks at my lips swallowing his Adam's apple bobbing up and down

"Well what are we waiting for" I say smirking

"Oh um yeah" Dean says breaking out of his haze I laugh walking out to the car with him Sam's already in the front seat smiling victoriously at me I stick my tongue out at him Dean just laughs

When we get to the morgue we get our badges and guns and put them in our pockets and behind our backs just in case

"Ready" Sam says looking at me

"Duh" I say laughing they smile

We go in and wait for a bit to get signed in

"Agents" the mortician calls us back we go in to see a body in a duffel bag laying on the table

"Meet frank o'Brien" he unzips the bag to reveal the victim

"He died of a heart attack right?" Sam questions

"Three days ago" the mortician confirms

"But O'Brien was 44 years old and according to this a marathon runner" I say holding his file looking confused

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later" the mortician says

"Well he must be fun at party's" I whisper to Dean who tries to hold in a laugh but ends up coughing Sam and the guy look at us confused

"Sorry..bad cold" Dean mutters i smile up at him

"Anyway frank kicked it here, now just yesterday two perfectly healthy men bit it in maumee all heart attacks, don't think that's strange?" Sam asks the man getting back on track

"Sounds like Maumees problem to me, why's the fbi give a damn anyway?" He questions

"We just wanna see the results of franks autopsy" Dean diverts

"What autopsy?" the man asks

"The one your gonna do" Dean says fake smiling the man looks at us weirdly but sighs giving in, he grabs gowns for us to put on which we do and then he grabs a scalpel and starts to cut the man open

"First dead body" the man asks well still slicing the guy open

"Far from it" I say looking at the open wound the man's making

"Oh, good because these suckers can get pretty ripe, hey uh hand me those rib cutters would you?" He ask me I reach over and grab them handing them to him, I notice a tan line where a ring would be on his finger

"Is that from a wedding ring" I ask curiously touching the spot lightly

"I didn't think frank was married?" Sam questions

"Ain't my department" the mortician says still cutting

"Any idea how he got these" sam lifts the dead guys hand up looking at the scratches on his hand

"You know when you drop dead you actually tend to drop body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground" the man says looking at O'Briens hand

"Huh" the mortician says confused

"What?" Dean questions

"I can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries" the mortician says digging into the man he rips his heart out it makes a crack noise and I see Dean gag quietly as I make a grossed out face

"Heart looks pretty damn healthy, would you hold that for a second?" The man asks Dean throwing it at him he catches it holding it like it could hurt him me and Sam smile lightly until the man makes another crack and splatters me and Sam with liquid

"Oh sorry spleen juice" he says looking at us

"I'm gonna fucking barf" I say gagging grabbing a towel that was on the table and wiping this shit off me then handing it to Sam I see down smiling licking his lips trying to hide it I glare at him which makes him look down, after we clean up and take off ours gowns we go to head to the police station

"I'm done with morgues forever" I say walking to the car still completely grossed out by the "spleen juice" Dean laughs

"Not funny!" I say pushing his away from me

"Kinda funny" Dean says stumbling laughing Sam just rolls his eyes at us smirking

We get to the police station, sign in and now we're sitting on the couch in the waiting room when the sheriff comes out

"Hells bells Linus have you seen my-" the sheriff stops when he sees us, we stand up

"Who are they?" He asks

"Federal agents i-" Linus try to say but the sheriff cuts him off

"And you kept them waiting?" The sheriff questions seemingly mad

You-you said not to disturb" he says nervously

"Come on back fellas...and lady" the sheriff says ingoring Linus we go to head back

"Shoes off" he says I look at him weird but we take our shoes off anyway

"Al Britton, good to meet you" he says shaking our hands

"You too" I say shaking his hand, we take a seat and he immediately grabs a bottle of hand sanitizer and uses some of it I look at him confused what do I have cooties or something i think to myself but ignore it

"So...what can I do for Uncle Sam" he asks sitting down

"Well we're looking into the death of frank o'Brien, we understand some of your men found his body" sam says professionally

"They did, me and frank- we were friends hell we were game cocks" he says solemnly but Dean laughs at the word cocks I look over at him shaking my head

"Thats our softball teams name" the sheriff says

"Mmh" Dean says looking embarrassed

"There majestic animals" the man says seriously Dean just moves his mouth words not coming out out of awkwardness

~~~time skip~~~

"Such a weird guy" I say as we walk out of the sheriffs office to the car

"Agreed" Dean says looking back towards the building

"No way that was a heart attack" Sam says ignoring us

"Definitely no way, three victims all with those same red scratches all from jittery to terrified to dead within 48 hour" Sam finishes

"Something scared them to death?" I say confused as to what that could be

"All right so, what can do that" Sam says also confused

"What can't ghost,vampires,chupacabra? It could be a hundred things" Dean says I guess he's right

"So we make a list and start crossing things off" I say looking at Dean he smiles

"All right who's the last person to see frank o'Brien alive?" Dean says I smile back

"Uh his neighbor Mark Hutchins" Sam says rolling his eyes at us I swear one day they get stuck in the back of his head but I ignore it because suddenly a wave of nervousness washes over me

"Hang on" I say and Sam and Dean stop looking at me

"What?" Sam say

"I don't like the look of those teenagers down there" I side eye the group down the street in there bikes Dean and Sam look at them confused

"Let's walk this way" I say walking in the opposite direction off them Sam and Dean look at each other

"I don't know man she's your girl" Sam says shrugging his shoulders

"Shut up" Dean says walking away Sam laughing following him

We head to marks house on the way Dean and Sam look at me weird sensing somethings wrong I just don't understand why I'm so paranoid feeling

( to be continued...hope you enjoyed this chapter!" )

[lover-girl-estxx]

Be happy for me

Part 6

| 4 weeks later |

Nate sat next to me on the plane "we've never been on a plane together" I said laying my head on his shoulder "I know" he laid his head on mine "where should i take you when I win?" "Mexico or Jamaica so we can smoke a lot of weed" I laughed and pulled back "yeah?" He nodded "fuck yeah your gonna make more then I did when I fought" I smiled "damn right I am" he smiled and kissed my head "okay the PDA is to much" Nick said "all I did was kissed her head" Nate shrugged nicks face twisted me and Nate laughed.

| Nates POV |

Y/n put on a sauna suit to cut weight, "sauna first with the bike Y/n" richard said "okay". I sat and watched to make sure she didn't pass out, "fuck me" she smiled I smiled and wiped her sweat with a card "20 more minutes," she sighed and nodded "water pour in 10" "okay talk to me about something other than fighting" "um Jamaica" she smiled "the water" she sighed "does Jamaica have good food?" I asked "id think so but no food talk either cause I haven't eaten in 17 hours" she laughed "then there's nothing to talk about" "okay" she lightly smiles "you look cute" she rolled her eyes.

She was now hitting pads with Richard "can we mix in more kicks please?" she asked he nodded before starting again, "move your body more with your hook" Randy told her going the mat showing her what he mean't she nodded tiredly. She knows how to throw a hook but she at about 10% if that eyes heavy just trying to cut weight, she stopped and took a deep breath "lets break for a minute maybe?" I said Rich nodded Y/n just sat down on the mat I went behind her and rubbed her shoulders "thanks" she whispered.

] "ice bath then she done me and Randy are gonna head up" Us three nodded as they left "now it's just the OGs" she smirked Nick sat across from us "Y/n I know we weren't very good when you said you were gonna do this," she nodded "but this is now coming from me as you 'big brother', " she smiled "it's not to late it's a big step and if your not ready to take it that's okay and if your ready that's okay too" "dang Nick didn't know you had that in you," he lightly blushed and smiled "I'm ready I'm for sure even more now that I have you guys back in my corner" "k" he nodded.

| Next Morning |

"and Next Y/n 'the psycho' Y/l/n with a nickname given to her by Dana white! the first ever female fighter to step onto the UFC scale" "I like that name" she said before going up "130.5 is the official weight for 'the Psycho' " she got off and I handed her, her shirt "lets go eat please!" I smiled "okay". "this is amazing," she bit her burger "i don't know have y'all don't eat meat" Nick chuckled.

| The Fight |

| Y/ns POV |

I took a deep breath as Tate wrapped my hands "Y/n!" I smiled went on my face "Forrest!" he smiled "how are you?" his hand went to my shoulder "great!" "good good" "how bout you? we all cant wait to watch you fight tonight" "i'm Great too" I nodded "this is my crew Nate, Randy , Richard and Nick and guys this is of course Forrest" they all shook hands "hey she got even better after the show" Rich said "thank you," Forrest said "hey I gotta get ready for my fight good luck, we're having an after party tonight" "for real" I smiled he rubbed my shoulder before leaving.

"The first ever Female UFC fight is taking place tonight Y/n Y/l/n vs Skylar Tayor for the Bantamweight title, one more fight till this historical bout" Jon anik said through the TV as I hit with Randy, "Y/l/n can we get you to start walking to the end of the hallway" I nodded. Someone duck taped my hands with red, I took deep breaths Nick tapped me giving me my mouth guard. "stand right here your song will go wait a sec then go" I nodded, I kinda jumped around I'm happy both boys were giving me some space. My song started to lightly played "can I get my NDA flag please?" Nate nodded and handed it to me I walked out to cheers? I didn't think I would I gave my flag to a kid in the crowd, I took my hoodie off handing it to Randy hugging him then Rich "you got it" I nodded. Nate hugged me tight "take all the pressure off win or lose I'm so proud of you, okay? you look very beautiful doing it too" he smiled "thank you" then Nick"go beat the ever living fuck out of this chick you hear me get the fucking belt" I chuckled "you got it" he smiled. I ran around the cage then to my side "FROM STOCKTON CALIFORNIA Y/N 'THE PSYCHO' Y/L/N" I smiled and fist bump Bruce, "have a good clean fight if you want to touch gloves touch them now" we touched gloves then back to the corner.

"Hook Y/n!" Nick yelled I did making her wobble as the round ended, I sat on the stool Nate giving me water, Randy a cold stone, Nick rubbing an ice bag into my back "put the pressure on, use thos kicks don't let this go to the judges" I nodded "turn it the fuck up" Randy said I nodded. They left I stood up hitting my face and body, we touch hands again exchanged a bit till I put space between us and threw a front foot 1c kick (like Chandler vs Ferguson) she fell and a went for a hammer fist but the ref pushed me I screamed and got up on the cage "you see that shit?!" I pointed to Dana "I saw that shit" I yelled one more time hopping down as soon as I did Nate hugged me "you fucking did it" "I did" I whispered into his shoulder he kissed my neck not wanting anyone to see us kiss. Nick hugged me "I'm so fucking proud of you". "referee Herb Dern has called a stop to this contest at 2 minutes 37 seconds in the second round for your winner by Knockout ANNND NEWW! first ever female bantamweight champion of the world Y/n 'the psycho' Y/l/n" Dana wrapped the belt around me I was getting a little choked up I took a deep breath and rubbed my belt.

"what a great fight! tell me about your thoughts coming into the house and fight?' Joe asked "thank you! um coming into the house I was nervous I didn't have some people at home that I would have liked to have behind me at the time, but I got 'em now I came in ready and i'm very happy with the fight and the finish" "were kicks a big put of your training camp?" "no not really but shes got very good striking so a head kick was best! I wanted people to know i'm here and here to stay as well as female fighter we're here" "thank you! Your first ever female champ ladies and gentlemen!". "you did it" he said "we all did it" I looked up at him, he shook his head "no girl I feel like you just told me you wanted to be a fighter last night and now you got a belt, that's all you" I laid my head on his shoulder walking to the locker room.

We were at my after party "babe?!" I looked up to see Nate I nodded "you wanna come smoke with me?!" he said over the music I nodded again, he grabbed my hand taking us outside. We sat on the bench outside the club as he lit the joint, he pulled my legs into his lap then past it to me "thanks-" "I gotta tell you something" "okay" "its been like 4 weeks and whatever but um" he sighed "just say it Diaz" "I love you" I blushed "I love you to" Nathaniel" he took a deep breath and smiled "that was scary" I chuckled and sat up a bit more to kiss him "eww...move over I want a hit" Nick said making me giggled against Nate's lips.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Here Comes the Sun (part 6)

Danny Wagner X Fem OC X Josh Kiszka

18+ only, Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, smoking,

Rose's POV

I looked in the mirror at my outfit. I had gone out of my comfort zone a little, but felt like looking cute for the night. I had chosen a deep red slip dress, and black platform booties. My hair cascaded in loose waves over my shoulders and I had done a simple makeup look with a natural lip.

"Look at you," I turned to see Lucas leaning in the doorway of my bedroom, "Which one are you dressing up for?" he raised his brow as he waited for my answer, a grin on his face.

"I'm dressing up for myself for your information." I said back to him as I grabbed my bag,

"Uh huh. Sure." He said as I walked past, causing me to roll my eyes,

"Can we just go? I want to get there before they go on." I said as I opened the front door.

"So you can tell your boyfriends good luck." He jested, running into my back as I abruptly stopped,

"Lucas you better behave yourself tonight, please." I said as I turned and pointed at him like I was talking to a toddler, "No harassing me or the guys."

"Fine, you're no fun." He pouted as we got into his car. He drove us to the bar, and parked down the street. I walked in, arm linked with Lucas as we commonly walked when we were together. I glanced around the room and found the stage, the guys were setting up some final things. Sam saw me first and gave me a wave. He then tapped Danny on the shoulder and pointed me out to him, a smile grew on Danny's face as he gave me an excited wave. He hopped down from the stage and made his way over, wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

"Hey you, you look really nice" He said softly, as he pulled away. I blushed and grinned up at him, "Hey Lucas," he added, giving him a small wave. Lucas gave a wave back and abandoned me for the bar.

"Are you excited to perform?" I asked as I watched his eyes quickly admire my outfit,

"I'm always excited to perform. I am my happiest when I'm playing, and I just really like sharing our music with people." He nodded to the room, "Are you feeling better?"

"I am, thanks for asking" I smiled as I gently touched his arm. I wasn't sure why I had done it, it had just happened.

"Danny, come on we gotta finish up here!" I heard Jake shout from across the room,

"I will see you after?" He asked as he started to walk away, I nodded and he continued on back to the stage. I looked to Lucas who just gave me a look,

"What." I snapped

"You do know he likes you right." He said as I took a seat next to him

"Danny is my friend, I've made it clear I don't want anything more right now and he's done a great job at respecting that. Maybe one day we can be more.... but just not yet." I said quietly as I glanced back over at him,

"So you do like him." Lucas asked with a smile

"I could see myself liking him" I said back pointedly.

I already knew I did, but I didn't have to admit that to anyone. I was too scared to get into anything with anyone I really liked.

Lucas and I ordered drinks as we waited for the show to start. I turned back to the stage to see Josh walking on it, he looked just as good as always. Why did he always look so damn good. Both of them to be honest, but Josh's attractiveness was just more evident to the naked eye. Danny was beautiful, but his was brought out more by his sweet as candy personality.

Josh looked my way, shooting me a smile and a wink as he adjusted the mic stand. I just smirked back and rolled my eyes, causing him to giggle. I stayed facing the stage as they started to play, both of them somehow getting even more attractive as they started to perform, sweat forming on their skin, giving them a sheen that showed off every toned muscle. Once the show was over I turned back to Lucas waiting for the guys to make their way over, knowing they would eventually.

"What about the singer?" he asked

"What about him?" I replied sipping my drink

"He likes you too, and I have seen the way you smile at your phone when he texts you." he stared, patiently waiting for my answer. "You see yourself potentially liking him? I mean I know you two hookup but... "

"I don't think he's interested in anything but being fuck buddies, so I don't see anything happening there besides that, which I'm not complaining." I said plainly, giving him a cheeky glance

"Who are you?" He asked jokingly, nudging me with his elbow, "Since when are you the one with fuck buddies and not me?"

"I don't know" I giggled, "It wasn't supposed to turn into that, but it just did, and he's really...good. So I'm just going with it." He just nodded with smirk, "You wanted me to have fun, and now you're chastising me?" I shoved him back

"I'm not, I'm just surprised." He said, laughing as he regained his balance on his barstool "But as long as you're happy, I'm happy."

"I am happy Lucas, I promise." I said as I put my hand on his knee reassuringly.

"Well then, I am going to go find a cute guy to chat up if you're good here?" He said as he stood, I nodded. He got up and I turned on my stool, scanning the room again. I saw Danny and Sam making their way towards me.

"Great show guys" I said as I gave Sam a side hug. They both had big smiles on their faces.

"Thanks Rose, you wanna come out and smoke with us?" Danny whispered quietly,

"Absolutely" I said as I downed the rest of my drink, following them out of the bar and over to Danny's car. Sam pulled a lighter out of his cig box and lit the joint. I glanced around to make sure no one else was around. We passed around the joint and I listened as the boys discussed their performance. Eventually Sam decided he wanted to go back inside, leaving me outside with Danny. I walked over and leaned against his car, letting my head fall back as I breathed in the cool air. When I opened my eyes I caught Danny staring at me, a dazed look in his eyes,

"What are you staring at?" I asked,

"Oh-Uh, your necklace," He cleared his throat, but I could see the blush on his cheeks, "I noticed you wear it a lot." He was referring to the dainty gold chain with a small rose charm on it.

"Everyday," I said as I toyed with it,

"Can I get a closer look?" He asked. I nodded, taking it off and handing it to him. He inspected it closely,

"My parents gave it to me for my 16th birthday, I just never took it off." I shrugged, I reached my hand for him to hand it back to me,

"Here, I got it." He send holding both ends of the chain, repositioning himself in front of me. I lifted my hair so he could reach around and clasp it. I felt my heart start to race a little faster with his proximity to me, how intimate this felt.

"Thank-" I looked up to thank him, and when I did, he pressed a kiss to my lips. For split second I remained still, then I quickly pushed him away from me. "What the fuck Danny." I snapped at him, mad that he had crossed a line I thought I had set for him, I thought he respected.

"I-I'm sorry Rose," He said, reaching for me, but not daring to touch me. His face was full of shock and regret as he took in my reaction. I pushed past him as I walked back to the bar. I felt tears stinging my eyes, I hated that I cried when I was mad. People always attributed it to weakness, but tears only came when I was livid.

I pushed through the crowd in the bar, trying desperately to get to the women's bathroom so I could hide in there for a while. I got to the door and went inside, locking it behind me. I paced as I tried to calm myself, I wasn't sure why I was so mad, but I was. I tried to figure out why I got so mad at Danny for kissing me, but not Josh when he did the same thing. Things with Josh no doubt felt electric, but I had started seeing him as just a friends with benefits situation. With Danny, it felt more intimate and that scared me, plus I just really didn't expect him to do it when I had told him over and over I didn't want that right now.

I groaned when I heard a knock at the door, I knew I couldn't hog the bathroom forever. I quickly wiped my tears and took a deep breath, trying to pull myself together. I opened the door only to be welcomed with Josh standing there,

"I saw you were upset, I just wanted to check on you." He said softly as we stepped into the hallway, "Are you ok sweetheart?"

"I'm just pissed and I don't want to be here anymore." I said, trying to hold back tears that threatened to start falling again,

"Lets get you out of here then," He said as he placed a quick kiss to my forehead,

"What? I don't want to make you leave," I said quickly as he took my hand, starting to lead me out of the hall.

"You're not making me do anything, I'd rather be spending my time alone with you anyways," he said. Some alone time with Josh would be perfect to get my mind off things. I nodded and he turned, leading me through the crowd. I made eye contact with Lucas who was chatting up some guy and I gave him a wave, and he nodded letting me know he knew I was leaving. We got to the door and Josh stopped before we stepped out. "Let me go let the guys know I'm leaving, I'll be right back" He walked over and said something to them, Danny's sad eyes landed on me as Josh took my hand and led me out the door.

Josh's POV

We finished our set and I looked for Rose, I spotted her at the bar with Lucas. I went over and sat on the bar stool behind her quietly, waiting for her to finish her conversation with Lucas so I could surprise her with a hug.

"What about the singer?" I heard Lucas say, and it got my attention

"What about him?" Rose replied.

I couldn't help but ease drop, they were talking about me after all, it seemed fair.. I turned slightly, hoping they wouldn't realize it was me sitting behind Rose.

"He likes you too, and I have seen the way you smile at your phone when he texts you." He said, and I smiled, because I had caught myself smiling at our conversations too, I listened as he continued, "You see yourself potentially liking him? I mean I know you two hookup but... "

I held my breath as I waited for her to answer,

"I don't think he's interested in anything but being fuck buddies, so I don't see anything happening there besides that, which I'm not complaining." Rose said plainly, and I felt my stomach drop. I didn't need to hear more, and I didn't want Rose to turn around and be embarrassed when she realized I had been so close. I didn't at first, but now I wanted so much more from her than just sex. I got up and tried to disappear in the crowd, I'd find her later and talk to her. I sat with Jake and drank as we chatted. I saw Sam, Danny and Rose go outside to smoke I assumed.

A while later I saw Sam come inside, and I didn't want to think of her being alone with Danny. A few moments later I saw her come back into the bar, tears running down her face as she headed for the bathroom. I felt my heart pick up, seeing her upset did something to me. I quickly got up and started making my way to her. I knocked on the bathroom door and after a moment she opened it. She had wiped her tears away and I could see her trying to hold it together.

"I saw you were upset, I just wanted to check on you" I guided her to the hallway, "Are you ok sweetheart?"

"I'm just pissed and I don't want to be here anymore" She said, crossing her arms over her chest, I could see tears welling in her eyes again,

"Lets get you out of here then" I placed a kiss on her forehead and took her hand,

"What? I don't want to make you leave," She said

"You're not making me do anything, I'd rather be spending my time alone with you anyways," I replied. She nodded as I started to lead her out of the bar, I stopped knowing I needed to let Jake know I was leaving, making sure he could get a ride with Sam and Danny. "Let me go let the guys know I'm leaving, I'll be right back." I said as I walked towards the bar, leaving her by the door. I got over and they all turned to hear me out, "Jake, can you catch a ride with Sam and Danny?"

"What, why? Where are you going?" He asked

"Rose is upset and doesn't want to be here anymore," I glanced at Danny whose eyes were now pointed in Rose's direction with a frown on his face,

"Oh yeah thats fine, I'll probably just stay with them tonight then" Jake replied,

"Alright well I'll see you all later," I said as I walked back towards Rose. I got back to her, taking her hand and leading her to my car in the parking lot. "My place or yours?" I asked as we got into the car,

"It doesn't matter to me," She shrugged,

"My place is closer if that's ok with you," I said, wanting to spend time with her, hoping she would stay over.

"Thats fine with me," she said softly. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but I could see her fidgeting with the hem of her dress, telling me her mind was racing. We got to my and Jake's place and I led her inside. She slipped her shoes off and I slipped mine off as well, I locked the door and when I turned around I was shocked, she stood there, dropping her dress to the floor.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" I said as I turned away,

"You said you wanted 'alone time' with me... I thought you meant.." She said shyly, her words trailing off

"I actually want to talk to you about that," I paused, "Can you put your dress back on please.." I asked, not needing to be distracted or turned on more than I already was.

"God I'm so sorry, ugh I'm so stupid," She said as she quickly put her dress back on,

"Don't say that, you aren't stupid." I walked over and took her hands, "Trust me, I want to jump your bones, but I also want more than that. I didn't mean to- but I am starting to get feelings for you." I grabbed her chin and tilted it up to me, "I want to start over, and take you out on dates, make you really fall for me," I winked with a small grin,

"Josh, I just-I don't know." She said softly, "I told myself I wouldn't get into anything with anyone, so soon after-"

"I'd never hurt you, if thats what you are afraid of." She looked at me through her lashes, "All I'm asking for is a chance" She took a deep breath, her eyes staying locked on mine.

"I'll think about it." She sighed,

"Thats good enough for me," I said as I pressed a kiss to her cheek,

"So, just to clarify, we aren't going to hookup tonight..?" She grinned at me,

"We are not, sorry." I said with a laugh. "We can watch a movie though," I suggested as I pointed to the tv.

"That sounds nice," she said as she walked around, looking at my apartment,

"Lets get you into comfier clothes first," I said. I walked into my room, Rose following behind me. I handed her a pair of pajama pants and an old tshirt that I loved because it was so soft. "The bathroom is right there" I pointed down the hall.

I changed into a pair of sweatpants in my room, opting to keep my shirt off. I went and settled back on the couch while I waited for her. She came around the corner and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her in my shirt.

"I took one of Jake's hair ties, I hope he doesn't mind" She said as she pulled her hair into a bun. She settled next to me on the couch, I covered us with the blanket as she snuggled closer to me. We got the movie started and I couldn't help but notice that she was staring right through the tv.

"You got a lot on your mind?" I asked softly, as I brushed my fingers through her hair,

"Yeah, I do." She admitted with a frown,

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, still not knowing what exaclty had happened at the bar,

"No." She replied with a shake of her head, I nodded as I accepted her answer.

"Do you want me to show you what I do when I have a lot on my mind?" I offered,

"Sure,"

"Come here," I took her hand and led her to the floor, sitting cross legged facing her. She mirrored my position. "Put your hands on your knees, and close your eyes." I said. I peeked through one eye to see she had done as I asked, "Now just try to clear your mind, and take some deep breaths" I said in a calming voice. We sat in silence for a while, and then I spoke again, "Is it helping?"

"I feel a little more at ease if that means anything," She shrugged, keeping her eyes closed,

"Thats good," I said with a small smile, knowing I had helped her feel at least a little better. I heard her stomach growl and then a small giggle escape her lips, "Are you hungry Rose?" I smirked over to her, once again peeking through one eye at her,

"I am actually starving" She admitted with a laugh, peeking back at me, her nose crinkling as she smiled

"Let's fix that" I said, helping her up and heading to the kitchen as she trailed behind me. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Anything really" She replied. I looked into the fridge, and then into the pantry.

"How about instant Ramen?" I asked, not having many other options,

"Sounds perfect." She smiled. I started getting out the pot and boiling the water, "Is there anything I can do?" She asked, looking around

"Yes," I said grabbing her by her hips and placing her on the counter, a gasp coming out of her as I leaned up and kissed the tip of her nose, "Sit there and look pretty."

She just smiled and rolled her eyes, but I knew she loved it. I finished cooking the Ramen and we once again settled on the couch, her legs draped over mine as we ate and watched TV. We kept grinning at each other when we would catch the other staring. It was quiet for a while when I suddenly heard her small little voice,

"Josh, I made a decision," She said looking over at me,

"Go on," I said, unknowingly holding my breath while I waited for her next words,

"I'd love if you took me out on a date." She smiled softly, eyes staying on e. I felt a beaming smile approaching but I did my best to contain it,

"How about tomorrow night?" I asked with a grin,

"That sounds perfect," She said shyly, turning back to the tv

"It's a date." I said proudly, excited that she had decided to give me a chance.

[lvrhughes]

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COMFORT

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"You're hurt, let me help."

"You were crying, weren't you?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Are you okay?"

"No one will ever hurt you again."

"It was just a nightmare."

"I could use a hug."

"I care about you. Always."

"I'm here. I'm here now."

"I promise, nothing will ever hurt you again."

"You didn't deserve that."

"I love you no matter what."

FLUFF

"You look so pretty when you sleep."

"I like your face." "When's the last time you slept?" "It's been years."

"I need more coffee."

"It's so warm and cozy here."

"I want cuddles."

"You need to sleep." "I can't!"

"Please, hold me. I can't sleep without you anymore."

"I love you so much but I love sleeping more."

"You have a pretty face when you aren't yelling at me."

"You drive me fucking crazy."

FINALLY REALIZING 

"You reek of jealousy."

"Dude, we're friends and you don't look at me the way you look at them."

"If you keep staring, they're gonna notice."

"You guys are basically a married couple at this point."

"We all have bets on when you guys are gonna kiss." "Not if?" "We all know it's gonna happen dude."

"Y'all need a room."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"That was a terrible shot." "Like you could do better."

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Here's the gremlin I hate so."

"Hey uh... are you okay? I noticed you didn't call me an asshole earlier and I'm concerned."

"So... looks like we're partners for this." "Yep."

"You're a buttface." "Oh my God, are you five?"

"Someone's cranky, did you miss naptime?"

"Holy shit how did I have a crush on you?"

"How does someone who looks as beautiful as you be so damn stupid?"

"Why did/do you hate me by the way?" "I don't. I never did."

"Kiss my ass." "Gladly."

"Do you know how hard I tried? For years? I tried so damn hard not to fall in love with you and I'm still here."

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE

"It's seven am, how are you so happy?"

"Why are you smiling at me like that? I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that before. I don't know if I've seen you smile."

"If you really want, you can hug me."

"How are you so..." "Energetic?" "Perfect."

"Did I really make the cold *grumpy character* blush by kissing them?"

"Who knew you were a big softie?"

"When you look a lot better when you aren't scowling like usual. And it's back."

"I love you so so so so much." *Grump blushing profusely* "STOP IT!"

"For someone who doesn't like hugs, you give the best ones."

"Touch them and I'll fucking kill you."

FAKE DATING

"Hold my hand you dumbass."

"I'm only doing this to win the bet." "Same here sweetie."

"Rule number one: no catching feelings."

"Why me? I mean, you could ask anyone to fake-date you so why me?"

"Yes we're... totally dating." "We are?"

"For an asshole, you make a pretty good (partner/boyfriend/girlfriend)"

"Wait, you've never been to a fair? That's our next date- fake date I mean."

"I'm pretty sure my mom likes you way more than any of my actual partners."

"We need rules if we're gonna do this."

"What's in this for me?"

"I need to make my shitbag ex jealous and you hate him too. Truce?"

"Oh my God no, they booked us one bed because they think we're actually dating." (leads into one bed trope ofc)

"We make such a cute couple don't we?"

"Don't worry darling, you can sit on my lap. Gotta sell this to the people don't we?"

"I hate this so much. So much. How'd you talk me into this again?"

"Why is this date better than the real ones I've been on?"

"If this is some plot to confess your undying love for me, you could've just said so."

"I want your hoodie... to sell the dating lie not because it smells like you."

"I think I would've died last year if you told me I was on a date with you." "With excitement or pain?" "Both."

"If this is fake, why do I have to meet your parents?"

"Look, if you do this for me and do a good job, I'll pay you at the end. Seriously."

"I think I broke a rule."

ANGRY CONFESSIONS

"Because I fucking love you!"

"I know you don't care if you get hurt but I do! I really fucking care if you get hurt!"

"Wow... you really don't get it, do you?"

"You think I would be here if I didn't love you?"

"You are such an asshole! I wish I hated you!" "Then hate me." "I can't! I love you!"

"Why do you care?"

"Stop acting like people don't care because they do!"

"I know you were hurt in the past but not everyone's gonna hurt you. I would rather die than hurt you."

"You have no idea just how much you mean to me."

"I wish we never met. I wish we never met so I never would've fallen this hard for someone who doesn't care."

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck everything you stand for. How did I ever love you?"

"Goddamnit, I love you! Alright? Happy now? You figured out the big secret."

"Something's bothering you. I can tell."

"I wish you told me sooner."

"I don't care if you don't feel the same way, I just had to tell you."

"You did this to me! You made me fall fucking head over heels for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're my best friend! We shouldn't- I shouldn't be feeling like this. Fuck."

"I need to go." "Wai-" "Don't come after me. Please. I need space right now."

"You act like your life doesn't matter and it pisses me off."

"Just spit it out already!"

"I have loved you since I've known you but I never told you because what we have- what we had is too important to me. I can't lose you over a silly crush."

"Please. Say something."

ANGST

"You're barely even a friend at this point."

"Fuck you. Just fuck you."

"I'm sorry, please listen to me."

"I trusted you and you did this to me?"

"I didn't mean for it to go this far. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I love you but I can't trust/hurt you anymore."

"How could you do this? Do you even care?"

"You... you actually did it?"

"You walk out that door and we're done. Leave me here and you're leaving me period."

"Look, I know I fucked up-" "You didn't just fuck up. You did the one thing I asked you not to."

"You can't treat me like this! I was there for you through everything."

"Leave. Get out."

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"If you really cared, you wouldn't have done this from the beginning."

"You messed up in a way that apologies can't fix."

"Get away from me." "Please-" "I said get the fuck away from me!

"This is why no one likes you!"

"And you wonder why everyone you love ends up leaving you."

[flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation]

Birdcage, Chapter 16

Glory Days

Lloyd closes his bedroom door with a sigh, deflating a bit. Flopping onto his bed, he feels himself relax for the first time since this morning.

He won't admit it to his family, but Morro's trial was particularly difficult to get through. The opposing side kept trying to win him over to their side, dredging up old transgressions best left forgiven.

Aaand now he's stressed again. Wonderful.

Perhaps some meditation would be best, Lloyd ponders. Struggling into a sitting position on his bed, he closes his eyes-

And Morro all but kicks the door down.

"You gotta hide me."

Lloyd opens a single eye to glance at him.

"What did you do?" he sighs, closing his eyes again.

"What did- I didn't do anything!"

Lloyd hums skeptically, still hopelessly pursuing meditation. Morro mutters something under his breath and curses.

"It's that nindroid! He's doing this to me!"

That gets Lloyd's attention. His eyes snap open, and he stares incredilously at Morro.

"What? Which nindroid?"

Morro rolls his eyes like he can't believe he's having to explain.

"Echo, obviously."

Oh.

Oh.

"And... what is he doing to you?" Lloyd asks, already knowing the answer. Morro scowls.

"He's making me feel weird. Whenever he looks at me or touches me, my heart gets all jumpy. He tries to understand me, and I can't help but want to know why. He's stupidly kind, with an annoying smile and those damn eyes -- Stop laughing at me!"

Lloyd cackles, laughing harder at Morro's infuriated expression.

"What's so funny," Morro growls. Lloyd takes a moment to calm his laughter, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Morro," he chuckles, "Do you know why he makes you feel this way?"

Morro's eyes narrow.

"You know something."

"Just think about it, Whirlwind."

After a moment of pacing and grumbling to himself, Morro stops short.

"Oh."

He's turned away from Lloyd, so his face isn't visible, but Lloyd can see his posture tighten.

"Morro?"

"First Master, strike me down. This is bad."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't- I- I just-"

Morro turns around. His eyes are huge, and anyone else would write off his red face as a sign of anger.

But Lloyd isn't anyone else, and Morro is definitely blushing.

"Lloyd, kill me," Morro says gravely.

"Wha- No!"

Morro seems to curl in on himself as he returns to his pacing, muttering under his breath.

"Shit. This can't be happening. Shit. Shit."

His chest heaving, Morro turns to Lloyd with a wild look in his eyes.

"I have to get out of here."

Lloyd feels a pang of fear in his chest, catching on his lungs.

"No!"

He scrambles over to Morro, latching onto his arm and looking up at him with wide eyes. Lloyd knows it's an unfair move on his part, but the thought of Morro leaving scares him. He has to keep him from leaving.

Even if it means resorting to his kicked puppy look that Kai swears works every time.

"Kid, you look like I said I'm dying," Morro grumbles, trying to escape. "I can't stay here anymore. It was a mistake to wait this long."

"Morro, you're staying," Lloyd says stubbornly. "You're in love. It's not the end of the world."

"Like you would know," Morro scoffs.

Lloyd falters, and Morro finally pulls his arm free. He's still talking, but Lloyd can't hear him anymore.

A girl with long white hair smirks at him, her smile sharp as a knife. Her eyes glitter coldly, deep blue contrasting against the red paint.

"Lloyd," she says in sing-song. "Don't you want to see your father again?"

Grief runs through his veins, a million voices screaming out in pain. Grief for his father. Grief for his brothers and uncle, dead on the wrecked Bounty. Grief for the girl he thought she was.

But anger rises in its place, burning like venom under his skin.

"Eat shit and die," he spits.

"Hey!"

Lloyd snaps back to the present, where Morro has grabbed his shoulder.

"Come on, Lloyd. Talk to me. What did I do wrong this time?"

Lloyd tries to talk, but the words come out as a gasp. Morro frowns and stands -- when did they sit down? -- to leave.

"I'm getting Kai."

Lloyd wheezes, trying to stop Morro from going, he has to stay, Lloyd will be alone, he has to stay-

"Okay, okay, I'm staying!" Morro yelps, sitting next to Lloyd. "You need to calm down. Your breathing's all wonky."

Lloyd finally finds his voice, coughing a bit as the air catches in his throat.

"Not your fault," he gasps. "Mine."

Morro stares at him, something clicking in his eyes. Lloyd feels the arm around his shoulders tighten.

"What happened after Day of the Departed?"

"What?" Lloyd wheezes.

"Everyone was happy when I last left. I come back, and everyone's walking on eggshells around you. Wu looks younger and sadder, and Cole's practically glued to his side. I've seen the murals in the courtyard. What happened."

Trying to find an excuse and getting none, Lloyd gives up and tells him.

After a explanation of the attack from the Time Twins, a teary rundown of the events after, and a brief moment where Lloyd thought Morro would storm from the room to hunt down Garmadon, Morro is caught up to speed.

Morro drags a hand over his face and sighs. After a moment of silent contemplation, he speaks his mind.

"When Wu found me..." he sighs wearily. "Only a few Elemental Masters knew about the Oni. Wu, your father, the Masters of Fire and Water, and myself. No one else knew. It was a closely guarded secret."

He chuckles dully, shaking his head.

"Imagine my confusion when Pixal spoke so casually of them."

Lloyd hums thoughtfully, absently picking at a loose thread on his hoody sleeve. He should really get it fixed, he'd rather not have his jacket disintegrate. Then he'd have to get a new one.

Oh! That reminds me! The surprise!

"By the way, your new clothes came out of the wash," Lloyd says casually, trying to hide his excitement. "Come on, I'll show you where they are."

Morro looks suspicious, but follows Lloyd from the room and down the hall.

Lloyd stops at the door to one of the unused bedrooms and grins sharkishly at Morro before opening the door.

"Go on in."

Morro hesitantly walks past him into the dark room. Lloyd flicks on the lights, and Morro stops short.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

It's his room.

It's his room. Almost exactly as he left it. Everything is in its place, every detail just the way he likes it. The only difference is the subtly darker color scheme and the addition of a ceiling light.

"What?" he whispers in shock. Lloyd laughs.

"You're going to be staying with us for a while. Did you really think we'd let you sleep in the medbay forever?"

Morro doesn't reply, but approaches his desk, where his folded clothes sit in the chair. He stares down at the pile before picking something up from the top.

"Is this... eye shadow?"

"Yeah," Lloyd huffs a laugh. "You seemed really sad when I told you your eye markings are gone, so I got that for you."

"Oh," Morro whispers, cradling the tiny container like a precious relic. "Thanks."

Lloyd shrugs.

"You're my cousin. It's no big deal."

Morro's world screeches to a halt.

"What?"

"Wu said you called him Dad, back at Stixx. I'm his nephew, which makes you my cousin," Lloyd calmly explains, seeming unaware of Morro's clashing emotions.

"You have to let me go!"

"No."

"She'll pull us both in if you don't!"

"No, I'm not letting you go-"

"Dad, please!"

"No," Morro snaps. "No, I didn't call him that. He must be lying."

Lloyd raises an eyebrow, but doesn't push the topic.

"Alright then. Training starts in the morning. Get some sleep, tomorrow will be early."