#i can decide right now to make my room feel like it did when i was 12 and looking at deviantart by candlelight at 3 am

[jordyn14]

I Lose Control | Joe Burrow- France

Summary: when you get sick and tired of Joe constantly being gone and not spending enough time with you in France, you finally say something to him and you learn that he lied about it being a vacation. Things escalate until there’s so much tension during the stupid little fight that it seems like sex can only resolve it.

Pairing: Joe burrow x fem first person reader

Words: 10, 449

Notes: wow this is truly just porn I fear. I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼🙃

Taglist: @wickedfun9

I walked through Cannes, France with a shopping bag in my hand while on the phone with Joe. For the entire day, Joe was out with Kyle and Justin for fittings and some interviews, so I decided to go and make my own fun. The fun consisted of going shopping, going out to lunch, going to the beach, walking along the streets and window shopping, and then I went on a little train tour. To say the day was exhausting was definitely an understatement and I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room and spend the rest of the night with Joe since I haven’t gotten to see him as much as I thought I would when he said we were going to be taking a little vacation to France. “I’ll be back to the hotel in like three minutes, I’m on my way back now.” I told Joe. “Ok good, I can’t wait to see you. Did you have fun today?” Joe asked me, knowing I planned on doing a lot of different things today. “Oh my gosh Joe it was so much fun, but I am whooped. I’m going to sleep like a fucking baby tonight.” I said while swinging my shopping bag back and forth while looking at the gorgeous buildings around me.

“You and me both. Socializing is tiring.” Joe chuckled. “That’s because you’re an introvert, Joey.” I laughed while shaking my head. “I know, I wish I was more like you.” He said. Joe was always such a homebody, but oddly enough, he’s spent so much time away from home this offseason. I was the exact opposite, though. I loved to be out of the house and always on the go. I loved to be on my feet and talking with people, which Joe never understood because he loves being at home where he can build legos and watch SpongeBob. “Doesn’t everyone? I’m perfect.” I joked with Joe and walked into the ginormous and beautiful hotel that we were staying at, “I’m at the hotel right now so I’ll be up in a few. I’ll see you soon.” I said. “I’ll see you soon Mi amor.” Joe said with a slight French accent which I couldn’t help but laugh at. I hung up the phone and then headed up to the penthouse where we were staying.

Once I got up to the room, I used my keycard and opened up the door. Immediately, I could hear the tv being shut off and then I heard Joe’s heavy footsteps as he ran towards me. "You're back!" He said excitedly as soon as he turned the corner and saw me. With a giggle, Joe came into view as he running towards me with that adorable and goofy smile on his face. As he ran, he jokingly flailed his arms around like a kid and then when he reached me, he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and lifted me up and off of the ground. "Hey Joey, I missed you today." I said and snaked my arms around his neck, holding him tightly. There was no better feeling than being in his arms after not seeing him for most of the day while longing for his touch and presence the entire time.

"How was the beach, did you have fun?" Joe asked me, still holding me tightly with my feet tangling in the air. I rolled my eyes with a dramatic groan and shook my head. "It was terrible,” I joked, “it was so amazing, Joe. The water is so gorgeous, but I did find a pair of underwear on the beach which was gross." I laughed at the end when Joe gave me a disgusted face. "That is actually disgusting. I wish I could’ve gone with you, but I had a busy day too with interviews and all that crap.” Joe said with a big sigh before setting me back down on the ground. Once down on the ground, I looked up into his bright blue eyes and leaned up to kiss him. "Well it’s a good thing this trip isn’t over yet and we still have more time." I said with a smile when our lips separated. "Yeah." Joe said with a sigh as we gazed into each other's eyes.

With a small smile, I leaned forwards and nestled my head into his chest. I could hear his heartbeat as soon as I placed my head on his chest. While I ran my fingers through Joe's long hair in the back which he decided to grow out, I could feel his heart beat speed up, making me giggle a little bit. We stood in each other's arms for a few seconds before I said, "I wish we could stay in each other's arms like this forever. At least you’re free tonight which means you're all mine Mr. burrow. What should we do?” I asked and started to think of things we could do. “We could stay here and order room service, go to a restaurant, have a little picnic, have sex.” I said and winked up at Joe at the last one. Joe began to run his fingers up and down my back, knowing I loved when he did it, but then I could feel him start to tense up slightly at what I said. Thinking nothing of it, I nuzzled my head into his chest some more and closed my eyes, the long shift starting to take effect on my body. “What sounds good to you?” I asked him.

"About that, I'm leaving in about an hour to go to dinner with Kyle and Justin. I guess I forgot to tell you with how busy we've been." Joe said in a hesitant way. Are you kidding me? Not again. I pulled back from him as soon as he said this and scoffed a little bit. I tried to keep my cool and be understanding, but I couldn’t. This “vacation” and really the entire off season has truly been like no other. Not only has he had to deal with another season injury and battle back from it physically and mentally, but he's been traveling so much, which is so unlike him, and the only vacation he takes me to, I don’t even get to spend any time with him. It seems like he is always gone and I'm always stuck staying at home or in the hotel alone. I truly can't take it anymore.

On top of all of this, he just got back home from Arizona for his friend's bachelor before we came here. As I looked into Joe's eyes, I could tell he knew I was upset, but it looked like he was trying to avoid a possible fight, but this wasn’t just about this trip, it was about the whole off season and I've kept my mouth shut for long enough. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt with his injury, but he's proven to me time and time again that the mental rough patch is over for him and the next step is getting back into the game. Therefore, there is absolutely no reason for him to continuously leave all the damn time on these stupid little trips or invite me on them and then completely ignore me. I get traveling a little bit, but he's been using and abusing the fact that he can just pack a bag and fly anywhere in his private jet whenever and wherever he wants, and it's driving me absolutely insane.

"You're joking, right?" I asked him, furrowing my brows up at him. Joe just sighed as I dropped my arms from around his neck, knowing this was going to turn into a way bigger thing than he had anticipated. "No, no I'm not. We’re going to talk about what the next few days look like before the fashion show. It’s important.” He said and reluctantly dropped his arms that were around my waist. "That's what you keep saying, Joe. 'It’s important,’ ‘there’s plenty of things to do while I’m gone,’ 'I'll be back before you know it,'" I said, repeating all of the various excuses he's thrown out to me over the past few days, "I can't take it anymore. You said this was going to be a vacation for us and instead you’re leaving me in this huge fucking hotel room all alone.” I said. “Oh come on, don’t be like that. I have things to do baby.” Joe said. “Then don’t lie to me and tell me that this was going to be a vacation, because it’s not.” I snapped at him. “I knew you wouldn’t have come with me if I told you the truth and I wanted you here because you never want to miss work for anything. It’s no different than at home.” Joe said.

I scoffed slightly and shook my head. “If You want to go there, fine, you’re never fucking home anymore, Joe, even when I'm off of work for a few days." I said angrily, but tried my best to keep my cool and not get too angry. I didn't want to turn this into a screaming match and completely ruin the little time I had with him tonight. “We’ll play this game then. You're always gone too." He said, standing up for himself. I looked up at him, waiting for him to tell me he was joking and didn't mean what he said, but he never did. He only raised an eyebrow up at me, waiting for my response to what he said. "I am gone because of my job, Joseph. Don't even try to turn this around on me or compare our situations in any way. I'm making money while you're off spending your money and doing stupid shit or lying to me about a vacation when in reality, you didn’t plan on spending any time with me." I said, raising my voice slightly. I couldn't stand the way he was looking down at me right now. The way he was so calm yet so entitled looking drove me crazy. The nerve of this man. All joe did was throw his hands up slightly while looking down at me all annoyed and said, "I told you I would fucking support you. How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need a job? Because you don't. You just want to keep on complaining about how we never see each other. And for the second time, I lied because I knew you wouldn’t have come.” Joe said.

I took a step back from him, not wanting to be as close as I was to him, and glared up at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I can’t keep using my vacation days. I need them for when it actually matters, like when you fuck up your wrist and need surgery. And I need that job because unlike me, you don't have to worry about this relationship ending. Don't get me wrong, I don't want it to end, but that means that I can't decide to not work and then have you break up with me tomorrow." I said. Joe pointed at me with a scoff and said, "I wouldn't do that and you know it. Don't even say that." I didn't really know that, now did I. "Really? Because you don't have the best track record, Joe. I'm just looking out for myself here." I said defensively, taking this conversation in a different direction than it started out in. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Joe said quickly and took a step closer to me. "You know exactly what that means, I don't need to spell it out for you." I said.

I was about to take another step back when he took another giant step closer to me while glaring down at me with those bright blue eyes. Damn. He was hot. The way he stood over me with his arms crossed and periodically pointed at me angrily with those veiny hands. Those veiny hands that looked so incredibly good around my-No. Stop it. You're supposed to be mad at him, remember? "No, no, no, don't stop now. What the fuck does that mean?" Joe said, starting to get madder and madder as this little fight progressed and turned into something a little bigger. With a sigh, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and started to laugh slightly. "What's so fucking funny? Please, enlighten me. What was that supposed to mean?" He asked me. "It means that before me, you cheated on Ariana, and before her, you broke up with a long term girlfriend to be with Ariana. Plus, all you ever did before me was have one night stands with random girls with big boobs. You want me to say it out loud, fine. You're a fucking player, Joe. You fit right in with that nfl player stereotype." I said, standing my ground.

I could see Joe's jaw clench repeatedly and his nostrils flared slightly in anger as he looked down at me. His arms that were still crossed over his chest kept flexing slightly as he took everything in that I said. Then, he put his hands on his hips and I couldn't help but admire how good he looked. It reminded me of all of the pictures of him at practice and on the sidelines when he stood there and observed everything. Damn. I slowly began Blinking rapidly to push down those thoughts that kept surfacing while Joe said defensively, "excuse me?" I shook my head while looking up at him and then shrugged, not wanting to waste my breath on him, knowing he would never admit or allow himself to ever think of himself as a player when he obviously was, no matter how much he loves me or tries to move on from his past self.

"Just let it go, I'm done with this conversation." I said and started to walk past him. Avoiding eye contact with him, I made my way past him but as soon as I was about to take another step, he grabbed my arm to stop me, but made sure not to hurt me or use too much force. As soon as he grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks, I whipped my head up to yell at him to let me go but was suddenly speechless. We were mere inches away and he was fuming. He was trying so hard not to let what I said get to him, but it wasn't working. My eyes darted between his eyes and his mouth and eventually his hand that was gripping onto my forearm, and all I wanted to do was smash my lips against those pink and full lips. I couldn't help but notice him looking down to my lips as well, and hesitating before he spoke up.

"Like hell you're done with this conversation. You started it, you can't just end it!" He raised his voice at me finally, breaking the tension between us in an instant. "What else do you want from me? I told you I was mad at how you lied about this trip and that I want you home more and you turned it around on me and how you can't accept the fact that I need my job. You're being impossible!" I raised my voice right back at him, making him even angrier now that this was slowly turning into a screaming match. "It's not just that, it's the fact that you think I would ever cheat on you or break up with you! When I told you I would marry you one day, I meant it!" Joe said, looking me up and down at the last part. As he looked me up and down, his hair darted in front of his eyes, so he quickly ran his fingers through those dirty blonde curls, pushing them farther onto his head, although they started to fall back down shortly after.

"Plans change, Joe! People change! I need to know that if one day something happens, I have something to fall back on." I said and yanked my arm away from him. Once again, Joe looked me up and down while biting his lower lip as I backed away from him once again so I wasn't as tempted by him. The eye contact was driving me crazy. Even though Joe looked me up and down frequently, taking in everything, we maintained eye contact pretty much the entire time. It was driving me mad. Joe scoffed slightly at my words and said quickly without breaking eye contact, "I'm not going to change, so if you plan on changing, tell me right fucking now and spare me. Hey, maybe I can even get into those one night stands again because according to you I'm a no good player." He said.

I couldn't help but laugh at how much he was turning this around on me. What did I even do? I told him that I wanted to see him more and of course he just had to turn this into a big thing and make it seem like this was all my fault. Typical. "Are you shitting me right now? You are unreal. Unreal! I was upset that you lied to me and haven’t been spending time with me this entire off season and you just had to turn this into a big fucking thing! You can't ever be in the wrong can you!" I yelled at him. Joe did the same thing as I did and started chuckling down at me in disbelief. I crossed my arms over my chest angrily and forced myself to continuously push down those thoughts about how hot he looked in this moment. "Oh so this is all my fucking fault because I wanted you here and apparently because of my job? You're the one who decided to be with an NFL player!" Joe yelled back at me and took a step forwards, making me take a step backwards to prove a point-though I didn't know what that point was, just that I wanted to make one.

"No, no this is my fault. I should've listened to everyone who said that this would be a mistake! You're like...you're like a fucking child!" I screamed at him, not able to take his childish and annoying ways. Joe began to laugh some more while shaking his head at me, then he smirked down at me. "A child? If you think I'm a child then you must be a goddamn pedophile! Can we pause this so I can call the cops and report your ass!" He yelled. I put my hands on the sides of my face before dragging them and my face down with them, feeling like this was a big joke. Now I was the one laughing in disbelief at how stupid he was sounding. "You are so fucking annoying, you know that, right? Always making everything about you. Always turning things into fights. Never taking Accountability for anything. You never even think about what it's like for me! Oh, oh, you know what that sounds like?" I asked him and waited a few seconds, and when he didn't speak up, I yelled, "A fucking child!"

Joe started to bite on the insides of his cheeks while clenching his fists. He began to fidget some before putting both of his hands on his head and screaming, "fuck!" while bending down slightly. I started to laugh at him while watching as he glared at me angrily, not liking how I was laughing at him. "There you go again, losing your shit!" I yelled at him. Joe took a giant step forwards and extended his arm out towards me and pointed right at me and placed his finger on my chest, putting a tiny bit of pressure. I looked down at his finger as he held it on my chest still, then forced myself to drag my eyes up his tanned, tall, and muscular body, all the way up to his blue eyes which were shooting bullets at me. "I lose my shit because of how bitchy you are all the damn time! Do this, Joe. Don't do that, Joe. You always do this and you should be doing this instead. Are you my fucking mom or something?" Joe told me while making a girly voice to mock me and dropped his hand down to his side again.

"No, and I'm fucking glad I'm not! I don't know how she puts up with your stubborn and annoying ass all the damn time!" I yelled back at him, slightly standing on my tippy toes in anger, clenching both of my fists. Damn. Why did he have to be so much taller than me? Even with me standing on my tippy toes he still towered over me and I couldn't help but notice how he couldn't hide a smirk as he looked down at me and at how angry I was. "One, she's a way better person than you, and two, she never has to put up with my 'stubborn and annoying ass all the damn time,' because I have always been perfect! Perfect right out of the womb, thank you very much!" He yelled. I laughed at him in a mocking manner. "oh yeah, right, You're just so perfect," I scoffed while looking him up and down, "you fucking wear socks on the beach, Joe, you're far from perfect! And who hates popcorn? It's popcorn!" I yelled.

"You want to talk about not being perfect? You have to sleep with a fan on all the fucking time and bring it to every hotel we go to like a little weirdo! And who even likes Morgan Wallen? How are you any better than me!" Joe said. I clenched my jaw and began to chew on the side of my cheek. I tried to think of something as quickly as I could, but nothing was coming to me in this moment as I looked into his blue eyes. To concentrate, I looked away from him and at the ground before I yelled, "you like SpongeBob, Joe! SpongeBob! You're 27 fucking years old, act like it! Morgan Wallen is fucking good and don't you dare bring my fan into this!" I said, glaring up at him, although I couldn't help but think about how hot he looked right now as he struggled to stop himself from smirking down at me.

"You still listen to one direction and cry sometimes because they broke up...they broke up like 9 fucking years ago! Get over it! And before me, you never gave anyone a fucking blowjob. What the fuck is up with that! I call that being selfish!" Joe yelled down at me while never breaking eye contact. I shook my head a little bit before taking a deep breath and scoffing. No matter how hot I found this stupid fight, it was still stupid and pointless. I turned around to try and leave, but Joe yelled, "don't you dare walk away right now!" I turned around quickly and I couldn't help but laugh while looking him up and down quickly. "This conversation is so stupid! We're going back and forth throwing out insults like we're 10, Joseph! I'm sick of this! And by the way, I didn't give anyone blowjobs because I was scared you dick, not because I was selfish!" I yelled at him.

Joe threw his hands up in a defensive manner before gesturing to the door behind me. "Then leave! Nothings keeping you here! Go back home for all I care. I don't want to spend another second with you and your annoying ass tonight. Come back when you're done pmsing!" Joe said and crossed his arms over his chest. My eyes danced over his bicep muscles which were a lot more prevalent while being crosses over his chest and I gulped a little bit. "Screw you! For one, you love this ass, and for two, I'm not even on my fucking period," I said and turned towards the door but then quickly turned back around to face Joe, "and good, I didn't even want to see you anyways! You piss me off!" I yelled.

After I said this, I turned back around and started walking to the door. "Fine! Good! Don't let the door hit you on the way out, actually, you know what, let it! Let it hit you right in the fucking ass!" Joe called out after me as he followed me. I reached over and grabbed my bag before turning back around slightly while walking and yelled, "oh wouldn't you just fucking love to see that!" I turned back around while still heading for the door and before I opened it Joe yelled, "as a matter of fact, I would!" While I walked, I flicked Joe off from behind me. "I would say grab some popcorn so you can watch it, but you don't even like popcorn you jackass!"

When I reached the door, I opened it up and was about to walk out when Joe grabbed ahold of the door, not allowing me to open it any further. I angrily turned around to tell Joe to let go of the door so I could leave, but when I faced him, it felt like all of the air was sucked out from my lungs. Joe was quite literally hovering over me while glaring down at me, breathing heavily. His right hand was above my head and holding the door open. As my hand slid off of the doorknob, I couldn't help but glance at the muscles in Joe's arm and how they flexed ever so slightly. Holy fuck. If I didn't leave right now I wouldn't be able to stop. I took in a small breath of air before dragging my eyes up Joe's tall frame and up to those bright blue eyes.

Joe's pov:

I didn't know why I did it. I was so fucking annoyed with her right now, but she looked so goddamn beautiful. The way I could tell that she found it hard to take her eyes off of my body while we bickered back and forth like teenagers drove me absolutely insane. All I knew in this moment, while staring into her equally infuriating and gorgeous eyes as she looked from my eyes down to my lips, finding it hard to resist me, was that I wanted to kiss her and never let her leave. And I'd be dammed if I didn't get what I wanted.

All of a sudden Joe shut the door and took another step towards me, closing the distance between us and smashing his lips against mine in a quick and rushed motion. From the initial contact, I took a step backwards until my back hit the wall, making me let out a little moan, not expecting it. One of Joes hands found my waist and dug his fingers into my soft skin and the other cupped the side of my cheek and occasionally dropped to my neck. Quickly, I put both of my hands on Joe's chest and pushed him back quickly, but he didn't budge. Joe stopped kissing me, knowing I wanted to stop. I was annoyed at how fucking strong he was and the fact that we were supposed to be mad at each other. Again, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back and this time, he forced himself to take a step backwards. I breathed heavily while feeling myself start to get all flustered.

I didn't want him to stop. Ever. But especially when Joe smirked down at me, knowing the effect he had on me. "It's your choice, it's always your choice." Joe said. My eyes scanned his entire body before they landed back on his eyes. Fuck it. I quickly stepped forwards and wrapped my arms around Joe's neck and crashed my lips against his. Joe took a step back at the initial contact but immediately kissed me back, hard, while wrapping his arms around me and pushing me back against the wall. The kiss was so addicting. Joes hands were tangled in my hair as we kissed like it was the last time we would ever see each other. My heart beat was fast in my chest, beating faster and faster each time Joe touched a new part of my body or plunged his tongue into my mouth. The scent of his expensive cologne flooded my nose every time I took a second to breathe.

The heat of our body's drew so incredibly close to each other that there was no space in between us any longer and joe was hovering over me. I couldn't help but let out a small moan at the sight of it since I opened up my eyes for a split second to take it all in. The kiss quickly became deeper and faster as lust and desire replaced any other feelings, and Joe put his hands on my hips and lifted me off of the ground with ease and then put his hands under my butt to hold me to him. I instinctively wrapped my legs around Joe's waist, locking my ankles behind him. As Joe moved me down on his waist a little bit, I could feel his boner pressing against my clothed clit and let out a small moan at the feeling. A pool formed in my panties and I wanted nothing than to have Joe inside of me right now. My core ached and clenched around nothing as Joe let out a small groan at the feeling of me sitting on his dick and soon he began to grind my hips down on him, seeking any relief.

I pulled away from Joe so I could breathe, a string of saliva connecting our lips. Joe then quickly started to kiss along my jaw. I began to run my fingers through Joe's hair while he kissed along my jaw and then got to my neck where he started off with gentle kisses and then started to suck and bite. I let out soft sighs as I angled my head back so Joe had better access. I moaned softly while gently tugging at Joe's hair. The throbbing sensation that started off as a slow pulsing got so bad that I could barely even think straight. "I need you Joe." I whined out. Immediately, Joe looked around the hotel room. From where we were at, the couch was the furthest thing away from us and the closest thing was the dining room table. Joe glanced back over at me before quickly walking to the dining room table and setting me gently down on top of it.

Once down on the table, Joe grabbed the bottom of my shirt so I lifted my hands up as he slid it off of my body. In a rush, I reached for Joe's shirt but before I could, he grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it over his head in one swift motion. I almost audibly moaned at the sight of him ripping his shirt off as my eyes trailed over his shirtless body. Although there were things on the table, Joe quickly put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down on the table. "There's things on the table, Joe." I said and reached behind me to try and move them so I could lay down but Joe quickly threw them off of the table without a second thought. I flinched a little bit at the sound of the glass shattering on the floor before Joe grabbed my legs and quickly yanked me towards the edge of the table so I was laying flat on the table.

Before I knew it, Joe went under my skirt and I could feel him playing with the strap of my panties so I lifted up my hips slightly so he could take them off. Once he got them off, he was just going to go under my skirt, but I leaned forwards slightly to stop him. "I need to see you." I moaned out. Joe looked up at me while breathing heavily and then yanked my skirt off of me and threw them to the side. I leaned back down on the table and reached down to play with Joe's hair once I could feel his cool breath on my core. I spread my legs to give him more access and began to fidget and move on the table, needing him. "Please, Joe." I begged and looked down at him, longing for his touch. Joe looked into my eyes while dropping his head in between my legs. Without a warning, he began to suck on my clit. "Oh joe!" I moaned and rested my head back on the table, not expecting the feeling so soon. While he sucked and swirled his tongue around my aching clit, he ran his fingers through my soaking wet folds before pushing two fingers inside of me.

I wasn't able to control my moans as Joe pumped his fingers in and out of me while using his tongue to work me up into a frenzy. My hands that were on his head repeatedly yanked and tugged at his hair, the feeling of pleasure taking over my body as I arched my back. With a groan, Joe reached up and managed to grab my wrists to stop me from pulling his hair before he took them off of his head and held them on my stomach. I began to fidget and shift on the table and close my legs slightly. "Separate your legs for me sweet girl." Joe said, the vibrations of his voice on my heat practically sending me over the edge. I let out a moan as he pumped his fingers inside of me faster and even though it was hard, I moved my legs apart. "Good girl." Joe said and started to swirl his tongue around my clit before adding a third finger.

"O-oh fuck." I moaned out and sealed my eyes shut, unable to keep them open any longer. Then, joe began to curl his fingers inside of me, rubbing them along my soft walks. "Faster." I moaned. Just like I asked, Joe pumped his fingers inside of me faster along with curling his fingers inside, causing a knot to soon form in my stomach. I tensed up slightly at the feeling as pleasure coursed through my body. "That's it, cum for me baby." Joe said. Just as he said this, my orgasm washed over me, causing my legs to shake. Joe released my hands as soon as I reached my climax so I used them to push myself off of the table.

It only took a few seconds for me to come down from my high and in no time, Joe was kissing my lips again. My legs were slick with my own arousal and I still needed him inside of me. "Joe I need you." I said after separating our lips. Joe immediately spun me around so I was facing the wall and then put his hands on my hips and guided me over to the wall. "Can you take it standing up?" Joe asked me, knowing I had a long day of being on feet. "Mhm." I said quickly, just needing him inside of me. Once I was close to the wall, Joe pressed me into it slightly before I could hear him undoing his belt. I let out another moan when I dropped my hand down to my sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbed a few gentle and lazy circles into it since Joe was taking too long. "Impatient are we?" Joe asked me so I dropped my hand.

I let out an anticipatory moan as I felt the tip of his dick press against my aching clit and then he slid it through my slick folds and started to ease the tip of it in before taking it out and going back up to my clit, teasing me. "Please don't tease." I groaned. With a slight chuckle at my eagerness, Joe brought his hand in front of me and pinched my clit slightly, making a small gasp leave my mouth. Without warning and without me knowing, Joe quickly thrusted into me. I let out a loud moan as he thrusted all the way inside of me before I could get acclimated, stretching me out and filling me up so much. One of Joe's hands was placed on my shoulder and the other one was placed on my hips to hold me in place so I didn't move.

Every time his hips snapped against mine, he made sure I didn't move a single inch so he could go as deep as he could. Joe let out continuous groans along with my moans as the tip of his dick repeatedly hit my g-spot every time he thrusted into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my knees became weak. If Joe wasn't holding me up, I would've definitely fallen to the ground with how he was making me feel. There was some pain, but it was good pain. Pain that made me scream out his name every time his dick hit my cervix, making me feel so good. The feeling of him fucking me caused my vision to blur from the ecstasy I was currently feeling. Usually Joe was the sweetest and most gentle partner imaginable. He loved to take his time with me and go slow, but every once in a while he let himself go. It was like he flipped a switch.

I moaned loudly when I positioned myself differently, causing his dick to hit a spot that was neglected before I moved. "No noises baby. You ran your mouth enough earlier. You're gonna take this silently." Joe said into my ear as he thrusted into me hard with a groan and then kissed my ear. The only response I could muster up was a small moan of agreement, making Joe smile. "That's my good girl." Joe groaned while he pulled my hips against his. While Joe fucked me so incredibly hard, I had to bite down on my lip to stop from moaning, which was hard. I usually was the most vocal person in bed; I never hid anything and always screamed Joe's name during sex, and rightfully so, if you saw his size you would too.

I began to whimper slightly, unable to stop myself from making any noises with how fast and hard Joe was fucking me. Every time he plunged his dick into my tight walls, my body was forced forwards and I let out a small whimper. "I know it's hard, but you're doing great baby." Joe encouraged me, knowing it was hard for me to hold in my moans of pleasure. I quickly leaned my head against the wall, needing to do something other than just taking Joe's dick right now and keeping quiet, but the wall was extremely uncomfortable and hurt my forehead. While Joe fucked me, he removed his hand from my shoulder and placed it next to my head, noticing I was uncomfortable. I bit down on my lip hard again while placing my head on Joe's hand which was a lot more comfortable, and just as I did, a metallic taste filled my mouth and I knew I drew blood.

Every single time Joe pulled out of me, it was met by him ramming his hips into mine, hitting my cervix every time which sometimes caused a wave of nausea to wash over me. My whole frame was limp and I forced myself to look behind me and to Joe. "I can't." I moaned out, unable to hold in my sounds any longer. All joe did was nod quickly, and immediately after, I let out a moan of relief which was followed by loud moans as the mixture of pleasure and pain filled my body. "That's it." Joe groaned. I let out loud and open mouth moans as he thrusted deeply inside of me. "You feel so good." Joe groaned into my ear before he picked up the pace. My tired legs began to collapse so to make up for it, I moved my hips forwards to get in another position, the speed proving to be too much. To make up for it, Joe took another step forwards and then wrapped an arm around my waist so I couldn't move anymore and rested his head on my shoulder so he could rut inside of me. As pain slowly filled my body and my legs began to burn, I shook my head, letting Joe know that I couldn't do this position for much longer, so he quickly dropped his hand down to my clit and rubbed slow and gentle circles into it, knowing it always helped me reach my high faster.

Almost immediately, I felt a knot in my stomach and I didn't even have to focus on it for it to wash over me. My legs began to shake like crazy as Joe pulled out of me and slowly spun me around. I knew Joe had plenty more left in him, so I nodded while trying to catch my breath. "Is that all you got?" I teased, letting him know I had some left in me. "You wish." Joe winked down at me and then put his hands on my hips and quickly picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to place small kisses along his jawline and on his neck while he made his way over to the bedroom, knowing it was going to be the most comfortable place for me.

Once we got to the bedroom, Joe placed me down on the bed and crawled in between my legs. He wasted no time and immediately thrusted inside of me. Not expecting it again, I arched my back and dug my nails into his back as he started to create a rhythm. "You feel so fucking good." Joe groaned into my ear. I angled my head up and closed my eyes as I let out repeated moans, pure ecstasy coursing through my veins in a matter of seconds, but then Joe gently grabbed my chin and angled my head down. "Look at me baby, you know I love to look at you." Joe said before letting out a small groan as he thrusted back into me. I winced slightly and moaned as we held eye contact while Joe held onto my hips with one hand to stop me from moving too much. "That's it. Good job." Joe said in a quiet voice before dropping his head down and kissing my lips. I tried my best to kiss his lips, but I struggled to kiss him back as he fucked me. All I could do was lay there while digging my nails into Joes back while listening to the sound of the big bed creek every time Joe thrusted into me.

After a few seconds, Joe once again pulled back so he could look into my eyes. If there was one thing to be said about Joe during sex other than that he loved to let loose every once in a while, was that he absolutely loves looking at my fucked out face. He loves to watch my facial expressions as he thrusted deeply into me and hit my g-spot. He loves to watch me let out loud and open mouthed moans. He loves to watch as I flinched or winced when the tip of his dick hit my cervix. He loves to see the effect he has on me and how he makes me feel. If he notices that I'm furrowing my eyebrows in pain, he'll ease up or drop his hand down to my clit to replace some of the pain with pleasure. Although he loves to let loose sometimes, he's still observant and caring and makes sure that I'm okay.

In no time, my walls clenched around Joe's dick, my breathing hitched with every snap of his hips, and the knock was back. Knowing I was close, I wrapped my legs around Joe's waist and met his thrusts. Even though I thought he couldn't, this new angle allowed Joe to thrust deeper inside of me as I let out loud pornographic moans. After hearing me moan louder, Joe sped up his hips and snapped his hips harder against mine while dropping his hand down to my clit. "I'm s-so close." I moaned out. I let out one final scream as my high washed over me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my entire body began to slowly shake. I breathed so incredibly heavy while I road out my high and I forced my eyes open so I could look at Joe, my whole body filled with pleasure. While Joe hovered over me, his sweaty curls hung on his forehead so I reached up and ran my fingers through them.

As soon as my body came down from the high, Joe grabbed my waist while sitting up on the bed and moved me around so I was on all fours. I let out a slightly nervous sigh while preparing myself for this. "Tell me to stop and I will, we don't have to do this." Joe said, not wanting to do anything I was uncomfortable with, although I could tell he really wanted this because of the eagerness in his voice. I looked behind me and as soon as I saw Joe's naked body, my core began to throb again and I let out an anticipatory sigh. "I need you, Joey." I said. "Yes ma'am." Joe smirked at me before I faced forwards and braced myself slightly.

Joe grabbed onto my hips to hold me in place but then he removed one of his hands and I could feel him press the tip of his dick to my aching clit, putting some pressure on it. I closed my eyes with a sigh and moved my hips backwards to create some more pressure, seeking any form of relief right now, needing him inside of me. "Please." I whined out. Joe then moved his dick down to my folds and aligned himself up with me before pushing inside of me. My walls immediately clenched down around him as I let out a loud moan, making it harder for Joe to push inside of me. When his dick was all the way inside of me, he quickly began to thrust into me while grabbing my hips and forcing me backwards to meet his hips.

I gritted my teeth and gripped onto the sheets as the tip of his dick rammed into my g-spot every single time his hips met mine. "Oh my-fuck!" I practically screamed as Joe forced my hips back every single time to meet his hard and fast thrusts. I could hear Joe grunting behind me while he created a fast rhythm with his hips. "Fuck- that's it," Joe grunted as he fucked me and his dick his my cervix, "take it like a good fucking girl." My eyes rolled into the back of my head while I let out loud and open mouthed moans, but I wondered how much longer I could last. My legs and arms were already starting to ache and it seemed like Joe could go on forever.

Joe could tell that it was starting to get hard for me in this position, so he slowed down his hips slightly. "Lay your head in the sheets baby," Joe said, so I laid my head in the sheets like he said, "there you go. Just a little longer you can do it." He talked me up. Joe then reached down and grabbed my wrists with one of his hands and put them behind my back, the other one stayed on my hip though to make sure I didn't move. Once in this position, Joe picked up the pace so he was going as fast as before and met my hips with so much force each time. "Joe! Oh fuck!" I moaned loudly every time he thrusted into me and Joe kept letting out grunts, not afraid to be vocal. Tears streamed down my face along with mascara, and my bottom lip was bleeding from how hard I would bite it. Every time it would stop bleeding, I bit down on it again and reopened the wound, causing me to taste blood over and over again.

Although I was enjoying it, a lot of the pleasure was soon replaced with some pain and I didn't know how much longer I could go. I let out a few painful moans as Joe continued to snap his hips against mine, not easing up on the slightest. The friction picked up and I could tell that it was harder for Joe to thrust into me because of it. "Joe." I moaned out, in more pain and tired. "Okay, okay baby." Joe said. I looked back at him after he released my hand and watched as he spit onto his fingers. I let out a moan after seeing him spit on his fingers and I swear just from that I could go five more rounds. Joe then brought his hand down and slid his wet fingers through my slit to make me a little slicker before he started to thrust into me, although they were slower and more drawn out, which made it so much easier to take.

A few seconds later the knot came back and I could tell Joe was close because his thrusts became sloppy and out of rhythm. Joe dropped his hand down to my clit since he knew I was close and rubbed it gently. "Oh joe." I moaned out as I reached my climax. At the same time, I could feel Joe twitch inside of me and he thrusted into me a few more times before pulling out. I collapsed onto the bed while my body shook and I breathed heavily, my chest rising and falling super quickly. Joe, breathing heavily as well, dropped down next to me and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to him so we could ride out our highs together.

Once our breathing got more controlled, Joe turned to face me more. "I'm sorry that I told you that this was going to be a vacation for us so you would come with me. I shouldn't have done that, I just wanted you here with me." Joe said. I scooted closer to him and rested my head on my hand. "You could've just told me that this was a trip for you but that you wanted me to go with you. I would've came with you without you lying. I know that me being here helps." I said and kissed Joe's arm. "I know, I know. And I'm sorry I haven’t been spending enough time with you this offseason and that It got turned it into a fight, I truly don't like fighting with you. You are the love of my life and I will spend more time with you, because you’re the most important person in my life. Also, I promise you, I love your fan and I love that you love Morgan Wallen." Joe said and looked over to the fan that I of course brought on the trip with us. "I'm sorry too, Joe. I know this off season has been a tough one to say the least and that getting away from home helps. I get it. You are also the love of my life and I promise you, I love your sock and I love that you love SpongeBob, even if I can't stand how annoying it is." I smiled up at him.

Joe chuckled at the last part. We laid in each other's arms for what felt like forever, just talking about the trip so far and what the next few days would look like. Just as Joe was about to tell me how long he would be gone tonight, he opened his mouth to say something but then immediately shut it. "You know what, let's go to dinner right now. Put some clothes on." He said and hopped out of the bed and looked around the floor to find his clothes, but when he couldn't find them he started to look on the bed and move around the blankets. "We stripped in the dining room, remember?" I laughed. "Oh yeah, right." Joe chuckled and headed for the closet after grabbing his phone. "Are you sure about dinner? This whole fight started because I was upset that you had dinner with them tonight?" I asked Joe while scooting closer to the edge of the bed.

While Joe's back was facing me, I looked down at his bare butt and couldn't help but laugh at his pale ass. When joe turned around with furrowed brows to see what I was looking at, I stopped laughing immediately and shook my head. "Nothing." I said, trying to stop myself from smiling. Joe raised an eyebrow at me before shrugging and continuing on to the closet. "Not anymore, I'm telling them I'm taking my gorgeous girlfriend out to dinner instead," Joe said and then leaned his head out from the closet to look at me, "that means that you should probably get dressed." I stood up with the sheet wrapped around me and headed for the closet. "My hair is a mess and it'll take me at least 30 minutes to redo my makeup." I said. "Your hair looks perfect and you don't need any makeup, you're perfect just the way you are." Joe said and picked out some clothes to wear. "Ok fine." I said excitedly, needing no more persuasion and went into the closet with him to pick out some clothes.

When we arrived at the restaurant together, we got a few stares from the people that recognized Joe and one person asked for a picture, but other than that most of the people didn't give Joe a second look, which Joe was so thankful for. Walking into a restaurant and not having everyone's eyes on us for once was honestly a good feeling. Back in the states, every single place we went there were always at least five people that stared at us or asked for autographs or pictures, which was fine but sometimes I wanted some privacy.

While the hostess showed us to our table, Joe put his hand on the small of my back which made butterflies swarm in my stomach and I knew my face flushed red. The hostess finally stopped at a cute little table in the back of the restaurant where Joe and I sat down and immediately looked at the drink menu. "Should we get a bottle of wine to share?" Joe asked me while looking at the wine list. I looked up at him like he was stupid and said with a small scoff, "uhm of course, do you even know me?" The both of us laughed a little bit, knowing that I always loved to get a glass of wine at any restaurant we went to. "I'm sorry, I forgot you're an alcoholic who has to always drink wine at dinner." Joe said. I jokingly kicked him under the table and watched as his eyebrows reached his hairline, not expecting me to kick him. "I love wine, okay? It started when I first met you since watching your games always stresses me out." I said with a 'hmph' at the end.

Just as I said this, our waiter walked over to us with a huge smile on his face. "Hello hello, my name is Jules like that one weird alien movie and I'll be taking care of you tonight." He asked us while flipping to a new page in his notebook. Joe and I looked at each other with a small laugh before looking back at him. "What can I get you two beautiful people to drink this fine evening?" He asked us. My face immediately flushed a shade of red at the slightest compliment, even if he says it to every single person he serves. I looked over to Joe who was smiling at how easily I got flustered all the time while picking back up the wine menu. I looked back over to Jules who was smiling at the both of us and when I looked at him, he gave me his full attention.

"What wine would you recommend?" I asked him. "Well, what kind of wines are you thinking about? Sweet? Dry? Red? White?" He asked me. "Nothing really in particular, just one that I probably wouldn't be able to find in the states." I said. Jules nodded at what I said and then started to write down something on his notepad. "I'm going to give you one of our finest wines that we have in France, Château Margaux, do we want a bottle for the table?" He asked me. "A bottle sounds great, thank you so much." I said and put down the wine list. "Bien sûr, bien sûr." Jules said while writing another thing down, but he kept giving Joe occasional glances while looking the slightest bit confused.

When the man was done writing something down, he furrowed his brows and tapped the pen against his lip. "You look so familiar...I feel like I've seen you before. Are you like famous or something?" Jules asked Joe. I looked over to Joe who chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck, at a loss of words. I could tell he didn't know how to reply, so I decided to steer Jules in another direction. "Honestly people say that a lot. I don't know if you watch f1 racing, but people say he looks like George Russell." I said, making joe almost laugh. The man looked at me and then to Joe before his eyes widened and it looked like something clicked inside of his head. "Ah-yes yes. George Russell. I knew you looked famous. Alright I'll have that wine out for you in just a few minutes and then I'll take your dinner orders." He said and left our table with a smile.

"Oh my gosh why'd you say that? I feel bad for the man." Joe laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I honestly don't know, I just wanted him to think you're a regular person and not famous. It worked I guess?" I shrugged with a laugh. "Okay I get that, but why George Russell? I don't even look like him.” Joe said, sounding a little offended. "You may be way hotter, but it's the only person that I could think of that kind of looks like you and I wasn't going to say the person from home alone.” I said, knowing he hates when people compare him to the kid from home alone. “I would’ve taken that over George Russell. He’s like scrawny and way more feminine like.” Joe said and leaned forwards a little bit. “Oh come on, you hate when people compare you and Kevin and you used to be skinny and scrawny y’know. I’ll just take a thank you for steering Jules in the other direction.” I said and waited for a thank you from Joe.

“Oh really? How could you even think straight with how flustered you got though? As soon as he told us we were beautiful your face got red like a tomato. I’m surprised you didn’t freeze up like how you get with me.” Joe said. I couldn’t help but laugh while kicking Joe’s leg underneath of the table. “Okay-well.” I said and tried to come up with a response to what he said or throw an insult about at him but nothing came out when I opened my mouth. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, and thank you, even though I look nothing like George Russell.” He said. I rolled my eyes with a smile and then rested my head on my hand. “Yeah yeah, anytime.” I laughed.

Despite the night not starting off the best, it ended on a great note. We got our food and shared a bottle of wine together while talking about what we fought about and settling everything between us. In the past I never had a relationship that I was able to talk about my feelings without the man taking everything personal, but Joe was the opposite. He listened to what I had to say and we came up with ways to work around it. It was refreshing and healthy and it didn’t make me feel worthless or stupid. We built our relationship ship around trust that consisted of honesty, mutual respect, nfl games, and the occasional fucking.

While we walked back to our hotel, Joe kept his arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the peaceful night. For a few minutes everything was silent and we just enjoying each other’s company and the fact that we finally got to spend time with each other, but then I could hear Joe let out a small sigh. Looking up at Joe, I could tell he was a little upset about something, so I nudged his arm. “Everything okay?” I asked him. Joe looked down at me with a reassuring smile and nodded before saying, “I guess, I just feel bad for fighting with you. I’m truly sorry about bringing your job into it. I know you love working and I know that you need it, but just know that I’m in this for the long run. You’re it for me.” Joe said. I smiled up at him and kissed his shoulder. “We both said things we didn’t mean in the moment and I know you would never cheat on me. You’re it for me too.” I said. “Good, and from now on I promise I’ll put you first over anything else. You’re permanent, football and trips aren’t.” Joe said. “How did I get so lucky?” I asked while shaking my head in awe up at him. “Yeah right, I’m the lucky one.”

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Jared Padalecki Reflects on His 24-Year TV Run (‘I’m Pretty Tired’) and What’s Not Next After Walker Ends

“I’m grateful. Like, I’m not digging ditches. I’m not doing Red Cross work and saving human beings. But yeah, I’m pretty tired,” Padalecki says, adding that he’s “a little disillusioned about the state of the industry that I’ve loved and been employed with for 24 years. So I have a lot of thinking to do, and I have a lot of time to be with my wife and our kids, my friends, and think about where this industry is.”

Below, Padalecki opens up about Walker’s cancellation and why he doesn’t see another long-running TV series in his future.

TVLINE | Obviously, Supernatural was on a lot longer than Walker, but you were an executive producer on Walker, and you seemed to really bond with not only the cast but also the character of Cordell. So how has this letting go experience compared to that of Supernatural for you? With my experience on Gilmore Girls and Supernatural, we found ourselves in a similar situation, like around Seasons 3 and/or 4, where we were on the bubble, or there was a network change, or the head of the network changed, or there was a strike, or et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. So we didn’t know if we’d make it, and in both cases, the network believed in us and let us go as long as we wanted, and now, they’re like two of the top 10 most watched shows on Netflix, worldwide, every year. So I kind of, stupid me, I was hoping and assuming the same might happen… I knew there was a chance. There’s always a chance that the show’s not going to go, but I was like, “Well, we’re still the most watched. We’re not expensive.” So I didn’t know what to expect, and I haven’t yet had time to have closure with Walker.

With Supernatural, Jensen [Ackles] and I talked about it in our trailers on set for years, or during conventions in the green room, or at home, or flying together, or whatever, playing golf. We’d talk about it, and finally, Season 14, we kind of looked at each other, and we were like, “Hey, you know what, I think it’s time to go back to our families.” “Yeah, I think you’re right.” So we met with [CW President] Mark Pedowitz and said, like, “Hey, we’re going to do Season 15, but that’s it.” So we had a couple years, and we, ultimately, made the decision. I left Gilmore Girls to do Supernatural. Jensen and I decided to go ahead and let Supernatural end and give it a good send-off.

That was not the same situation with Walker, obviously. So I’m still kind of dealing with it, to be honest with you. I love the show. I’m so grateful for the four years that we had. I think back to during the pandemic, we were one of the first shows to go back to filming after COVID. We shot in October of 2020, and it was still masks and six feet away. There was just so much everybody went through: car accidents, and more COVIDs, and strep, and flu, and births, and deaths, and marriages, and divorces, and another strike, and this and that. So we had gone through so much together. We had weathered so many storms that I figured we had a lot more storms to weather. It’s not the way it worked out. But right now, I’m really focusing on how grateful I am, and will forever be, for the time I got to spend on Walker.

TVLINE | Given the circumstances, how do you feel about how the series ended and how the storylines were left off in the finale? To the credit of CW and CBS [Studios], when we shot the finale, when it was written, we didn’t know whether or not we were going to go for a fifth or further season, and they did not push us to try and wrap things up in a tidy little bow, which would’ve been really bad storytelling and a really bad episode. They kind of said, “Write the best episode you can. We don’t know if it’s going to go five years, or 10 years, or 30 years, or four years. So make it the best you can.” We knew, and [showrunner] Anna [Fricke] knew, and Blythe Ann Johnson knew — they wrote the finale together — that it was possible [it would end]. So when I think back on the finale, I think whether it was the end of Season 4 or the end of Season 104, I would’ve wanted all the characters to have a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, something to look forward to. And so, all the characters get a send-off and a salute of sorts, but it feels like a proper episode of television. It doesn’t feel like, “Oh, they are in a diner, and let’s just turn the cameras off.” But again, it’s so difficult to end. When you fall in love with a character, or several characters, or a story, for 69 episodes, like how do you end it?

So I’m grateful that we were able to create the best episode that we could without any incumbrances of like, “You better make sure everybody dies, or everybody gets a new job,” or something. Because how could you possibly end the story of all the Walkers and all their friends and been like, “Oh, yup, cool, don’t need to see them anymore”? Like, no matter how it ended, I would’ve wanted to see more of them, and so I’m very proud of the episode.

TVLINE | You went from Gilmore Girls straight to 15 seasons of Supernatural to Walker. Are you exhausted yet? I was exhausted 20 years ago. [Laughs] I am. I am exhausted. When I found out that Walker was not going to go for a fifth season, that was on a Tuesday, and I left for Europe on a Friday, part work, part fun. But I was in Europe for like three and a half weeks with family and a little bit of work, a lot of travel. So I’ve only been in the United States four days in the last month, and so, I haven’t really had time to fully grasp it. But yes, I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m grateful. Like, I’m not digging ditches. I’m not doing Red Cross work and saving human beings. But yeah, I’m pretty tired. I’m a little disillusioned about the state of the industry that I’ve loved and been employed with for 24 years. So I have a lot of thinking to do, and I have a lot of time to be with my wife and our kids, my friends, and think about where this industry is.

I haven’t had time to really reassess my life. I got into this industry when I was 17 years old on Gilmore Girls, and I, at the time, had my school schedule for UT Austin, and so, I thought I was going to do a couple episodes and go back to UT and pay off some student loans or something. That was 24 years ago, so I haven’t really had the time. And even during the writers’ strike in ’08, we were just waiting for it to end to go back and shoot Supernatural. The pandemic in 2020, I was just waiting for it to end, so I could go finish Supernatural and start Walker. The writers’ strike last year, just waiting for it to end, so we could pick up Walker.

I was in Europe for a while, and people would come up and take a picture and get an autograph or whatever and [ask], “So what’s next?” and for the first time in my entire life, I was like, “I don’t know.” “Oh, well, surely you have stuff. What’s next?” I was like, “Well, I don’t know.” They’re like, “Oh, you can’t tell us.” “No, no. It’s not I can’t tell you. I don’t have a job waiting for me,” which I’ve never said that in my adult life. So it’s interesting, and I’m going to surround myself with family and friends and loved ones, and try and figure out if I have anything else to offer that people want, and if I can be of service in storytelling, somehow, some way, then I guess I’ll put my proverbial cowboy hat back on and saddle up.

TVLINE | When you’re ready, though, do you imagine that you will want to do another TV series? I don’t think so. I don’t mind long TV, but I’ve heard it said many times, and I agree, that hour-long episodic television is the hardest job in the industry. If you’re Elijah Wood in Lord of the Rings, and it’s three three-hour long movies or whatever, it’s still like 18 months, you know? There’s an end in sight. With TV shows, sometimes it lasts 15 years, and sometimes they say, “Hey, where do you live? OK, we’re shooting in Vancouver.” You say, “But my family, my wife and kids are in Austin.” Like, “Well, good for them. They can come move up here. Here’s a thousand bucks to fly them out.” It’s not for the weak-spirited. Like, you really have to sacrifice a lot, and I’ve sacrificed everything I have to sacrifice for many, many years, and I think I’m at a point in my life where I want to spend more time with my wife and kids. If a job on a TV show comes up, like I’ve talked to Kripke about The Boys stuff, like, “Yeah, I’ll come play with you for a month. Yeah, I’ll come play with you for two months, for six weeks, or whatever,” or, “Yeah, I’ll come pop in a week out of every month for the next three months.”

But a classic TV contract is a six-year contract. My oldest son is 12, my middle son is 10, my daughter is seven. So if I sign a six-year contract, and they’re filming in Alaska, then I miss my son getting a driver’s license, I miss him graduating high school, I miss his first girlfriend or boyfriend, his first heartbreak, his basketball games, I miss my other son’s driving test, I miss my daughter turning into a teenager, and then I’m leaving [my wife] Gen, too. It’s a big commitment. So I don’t foresee myself doing that unless, again, it was in Austin, and I was the executive producer that could be involved in knowing the show and making sure the cast and crew all did it in as efficient a way as possible.

TV LINE

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Bakugou Katsuki: Killer Skills

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: 1.2k, angst, fluff

• Being an ex-assassin provides skill, but when your secret is shared it makes things complicated with an explosive pro.

Warnings: Mature language, pro-hero age, mentions of killing.

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Never had you expected to be the catalyst of one night drastically changing form, yet neither had you expected your life to be thrust into the light by explosives either.

Calmly you stood, arms folded and expectant brow raised at said explosive.

"Look I'm not asking for help shadow shit, just a sous chef. I'm getting the extras together and need a hand since they're all still fucking useless in the kitchen."

"Alright, what are we making Katsuki?" Still addressing him so informally left him diverting his gaze but he gave a detailed list of his menu with vicious confidence.

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It wasn't until hours later when surrounded by former classmates of UA did you feel minor pressure, even though you were trained to fit into any situation, this was still unnerving despite Bakugou giving a shoddy introduction. So many heroes, so many former enemies...

Did they didn't even know who you were?

What you were?

"Wow Bakugou, you finally found someone who's as good with a knife as you are!" The commentary of a bright brunette ripped you from your depths, the woman bubbly and impressed by the sight of the two of you dicing vegetables.

"Still think it's weird round face?"

"Yeah, how'd you get so skilled (L/n)?" Your blade paused mid strike upon hearing her question, low and regretful reply breathed into the world.

"Having skill with knife is pivotal to an assassin, luckily such a talent can be applied to various situations."

Aside from to Katsuki, you think it's the first truth you've told.

The room fell silent, Uraraka stepping back ever so slightly nearer the comfort of Izuku and beside you there was a prevalently harsh whisper from Bakugou.

"Shit."

That's when you realised you'd screwed up, of course they didn't know, Dynamight probably hadn't a chance to tell them nor the priority to either.

"Assassin? (L/n)-san you...?" The gravity quirk user stuttered out, the heroes in the room suddenly more defensive and dawned upon you one by one.

"Not anymore but my hands aren't clean and they never will be. However I'm trying to be better, now that I'm free. I swear upon my life."

"You are The Shadow, right? I suspected as such after their mysterious prolonged absence." Izuku decided, just as Katsuki predicted he would, but never had you been disappointed by sheer terror and anger tainting once gleaming faces before. Until now.

"I was. Then like you said, I disappeared. I made my first choice in a long time and chose to kill myself so I wouldn't be forced to do anything else I didn't want to." With your harrowing explanation and final assassination poetically being that of your previous alias, the room fell tensely silent once more upon the digestion of such a tale.

"You're responsible for so many d—" They were cut off before they could finish (but you knew where it was going) by the deafening sound of a knife stabbing into your chopping board with knuckles white on its handle. You felt the dangerous presence towering behind you, enough to make anyone think twice about a comment so brash.

"Bakubro why aren't you saying anything?! You should be blowing up right now unless—" A flash of realisation as Kirishima settled upon his friends' protective frame. "—you knew."

"'Course I knew, you think I'm an idiot?!" The blonde aggressively barked back, you felt his riding temperature against your back as he leaned forward slightly.

"No but this is insane! Since when were you one for villain redemption?"

"Like you fuckers can talk about redemption, we've seen plenty of assholes do bad things and sometimes it ain't their choice. You still saved them didn't you?" A knowing look was directed at Deku, who already seemed to emphasise.

"Kacchans' right, we can't assume a situation based on actions. Only that if a lighter path is what (L/n)-san has chosen, then we should support it until given reason otherwise." Miraculously the words of this admired man seemed to resonate with them, yet Katsuki remained somewhat defensive and hadn't revoked himself entirely from your space quite yet.

"Besides, if (Y/n) wanted to kill any of you, you'd be dead already. Take that as a trusting start." He made a point of eating your food, almost as if making an example of his guests' unanimous wariness once stepping back to his station.

"Katsuki! Don't say that, it doesn't help my case."

"What?! It's not a fucking lie, you even gave me a hard time." He bit back defensively, glaring daggers that all most matched the sharpness of yours.

"Someone who made Bakugou sweat? I'd like to take a crack at sparring you sometime if you wouldn't mind." Kirishima seemed revitalised with newfound admiration that was mildly unnerving, maybe this new hero generation hadn't forgiven your crimes but they were willing to get to know you at the very least.

"Uh— I mean I'm trying to be better, if helping you improve accomplishes that then I'll participate." You bowed, Katsuki only snorting and providing a venue proposal.

"Could use my training room? It's been a while since I've seen shitty hair and Pikachu get their asses kicked."

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So after turning the night upside down, Red Riot and Chargebolt became your opponents in an orchestrated game.

"Alright I have two powders, if you get marked you are dead as per my previous occupation. If you can hit me, you both win." Came your brief explanation, holding up a pair of red fingertips on your left hand which everyone agree and understood.

With that, the onlookers could only watch as you manoeuvred varying attacks, sidestepping, jumping, and swishing past jolts of electric whilst simultaneously avoiding the hardened combat from Eijirou.

Suddenly, after about 3 minutes, you came to a solid stop which allowed Kaminari to barrel into you rather unceremoniously a second later who dizzily voiced his victory.

"I got them!" A panting breath. "I win!"

A chorus of applause and laughter echoed in the room with comments spewing from observations.

"Kiri check your back man!"

"Denki... you've got a little something..." Jirou vaguely gestured to her forehead and lo and behold when mirroring her actions, his fingers came back dusted with scarlet powder.

"Also I should say that the second powder was UV sensitive, so if Katsuki kindly adjusts the lighting?"

Immediately there was gasps of astonishment, both bodies were decorated with reflective vibrant marks that almost made you feel sick of your own competence.

"Woah?! You coulda killed use twenty times over and we didn't even manage to zap you!"

"Told ya morons." Katsuki joined your side, a nudge to your arm to knock you from your worrying thoughts and a diverting suggestion to get you away from the situation. "Let's eat, we didn't go through all that shit to waste the food you damn extras!"

"Sweet, then you can tell us the story of how you both met over dinner!" Despite being beaten, Kaminari had newfound interest in your past life as did the rest of the heroes - you couldn't blame them, you were infamous for a reason.

The domino sound of agreement left you snapping to the host in mild panic upon the possibility of having to relinquish such a turbulent memory. You hadn’t even told him he’s the reason you quit killing and he hadn’t dared bring up that kiss you shared in case it meant nothing to you. A seemingly mutual whisper escaped both of your lips.

"Shit."

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[chaoticbardlady99]

Haunting Candles

(Astarion x Ghost F! Reader)

Synopsis: (Pre- Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me) You have been haunting Szarr palace for a couple centuries now when Astarion Ancunin arrives. After being a recluse for the last 100 or so odd years, you make your first friend and Astarion finds comfort in your presence.

CW: Dead dove (Astarion's trauma), OOC (a squeeze) because it's when Astarion first arrived at Szarr Palace

Author note: This is one of the little one shots I threw out. I have a few so I may post my next one tomorrow. A couple of them are when you were a ghost in Szarr Palace and the others are when you possessed a cat to warn Astarion. This is independent from the main work. It is also not very well edited due to me making myself finally post something before my anxiety stopped me.

 You didn’t know what Cazador was making Aurelia do until Astarion arrived. It had been a freak kind of accident, if anything and it had been what had made you finally decide to make your presence known. Astarion had only been there for two weeks at this point- trying to negotiate or find a way to escape has earned him a lot of time in the Kennels.

 You had heard sobbing from the Spawn Dorm and so you decided to check. Aurelia was already fast asleep- trying to find some freedom from this shitty palace. It was Astarion who was crying.

 He was laying on his bunk with his knees to his chest- he looked so sad and disgusted. His nails were chewed down to the quick. He had brought someone home, was given dinner, and you know that Cazador took him to the kennels. You haven’t been paying attention to a lot of the specific happenings around the palace- you stopped after Vellioth’s torture methods became worse and worse. It was better to be ignorant than feel helpless and watch someone you are unable to help be hurt.

 But this was different. 

 His shirt was lying next to him on the floor and it was ripped from his rough washing. A needle and thread was in his hands, but he was sobbing just too hard to keep his hand steady enough. 

 A small stream of smoke was going up towards the ceiling from his candle. You knew he could see just fine, but you also hadn’t thought about a candle being a luxury in almost a century. 

 So, like the responsible little house ghost you are, you lit the flame again. This time it came back stronger and warmer- it almost seemed to engulf the room in the feelings of comfort and safety.

  His sobs began to die down and he sat up- staring at the candle in shock. Astarion looks around wearily, but he seems to feel the same energy in the room. 

“Th-thank you,” he said roughly, “whoever did that.”

 With his trembling hands and lower lip, Astarion began his work on his shirt. You sat next to him on the bed- making sure the candle on the box he found remained lit as he sat crisscrossed with his back against the wall. 

 Eventually, he began talking.

“This might be entirely… ridiculous,” he murmured, “but if there is a person here- can you move the flame to the left?”

  You turned it to the right as a joke and he actually chuckled- a real smile on his face for the first time since he began living here.

“So you have a sense of humor- I suppose you would have to, living in a place this grim,” he grimaced, “are you friendly or the kind of ghost that possesses people?” 

 How in the Hells were you supposed to answer that with only a flame to communicate?

 “Oh- uh right,” he seemed to have the exact same thought, “left for good, right for… inconvenient.” 

  Left, obviously. You wouldn’t consider yourself inconvenient and you do not care for possessing any living creature as far as you know. 

“That is good to know- tell me- does law interest you? Left for yes, right for no, and no movement for you wouldn’t know.”

 The candle didn’t move- you were clueless when it came to that kind of stuff, but you were willing to learn if it would make him happy. 

 “Interesting,” he tilts his head, “would you like to lea-“

 You had the candle going far left before he could finish his sentence and his smile became even brighter. Astarion immediately began to dive in, explaining the basics, and then talking about a recent court case he read about in a book about crime in Neverwinter.

“Chickens- can you believe that?” He scoffed, “they arrested chickens for a whole week because they were convinced it was a group of Druids that had attacked that old woman.

“Nope- just her angry hens. Maybe the bird seed went bad” 

 He couldn’t hear you laughing, but the way he told the story had you in stitches. He described all the evidence in great detail, as well as the commentary from the magistrate and the chickens. He added his own flare, you are sure, but by the end, his shirt was stitched and he was smiling. 

 He put his shirt on, but then he frowned, staring at the candle. 

“You are going to stay, right?” He asked, “I- I don’t want to be alone.”

 You were surprised by his request, but you dimmed the candle ever so slightly and flickered it to the left. Astarion looks emotional again, but he lies down for his trance.

  You felt the energy in the room grow as you began feeling happier. It’s been a long time since you have been able to communicate with anyone and being able to make someone happy? Well, it's an improvement to what you were usually doing.

 Once you were certain he was asleep, you let the candle go out and you walked around the castle- suddenly very determined to protect Astarion as much as you can. 

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   It has been a month since that night and you have remained close, but not too close. Especially after it was obvious he had seen you while Cazador carved a symbol into his back. 

 The man is exceptionally clever- it doesn’t seem to matter where you hide. Astarion is aware that you are here and that you have helped him- he is determined to find you. 

 You can only really interact with a number of things- anything in the home seems to be fair game, but you can’t directly interact with people and they don’t seem to realize you are there. You dropped books on Cazador’s head once for a month when he was a spawn trying to get his attention to stop him from turning into an evil jackass- it never clicked. 

  Astarion, on the other hand, has seemed to figure out which books on the shelf you are reading because he is currently holding the third book in the series like a shield. He looks rather pleased with himself too. 

  You scoff- not that he can hear you- but come on! It is the one thing you can do and at least new books keep cycling in and out now. Astarion has been putting ones he finds on his ‘outings’ on the shelf.

 He must be paying attention to which books are missing from the shelves. That is the only way he would know that you are on the third one. 

“I can feel your presence, you know.” 

 “Yeah I got that,” you retort, “can I have the book?”

  Oh right- he can’t hear you. He just walks off towards the Garden with the book. You walk after him- absolutely infuriated with his literature cockblocking. Cazador has been gone for a few days now and won’t be back until the end of the week. He is confident they won’t leave and unfortunately, neither Aurelia or Astarion have tried. You wished they would, but Astarion doesn’t want to go to the Kennels. 

  Astarion sits on a bench in the Garden and begins to open the book, flipping through the pages.

 “You better not spoil this for me!” You scream into nothingness, “I have been waiting to grab this book since Cazador left!” 

“Romance novels?” Astarion scowls, “Darling, this is a travesty, truly. What are you- a hundred year old virgin?”

 Unfortunately, yes, but he doesn’t need to know that!

“But I suppose if this is what you want to read,” he sighs dramatically, “I will oblige.”

 What?

 Astarion is looking at you- well, the space you occupy- he is really quite in tune with where your energy is. It’s a little bit unsettling, but it also makes you a bit happy? It’s nice to be wanted and actively sought out. 

 You wearily step towards the bench and sit down. He smiles at the space next to him, clears his throat and begins reading.

 “Guinevere- okay first of all, an utter cliche for a heroine- strides across the meadow and the summer sun warms her skin. The smell of rain and grass tickles her nose, but it will never be the cologne of Barron,” he puts his hand against his head dramatically before saying the next line, “her one and only true love- the man that owns her entire heart and she would do anything for.” 

 You are somewhere between embarrassed and entertained. He adds commentary here and there, but mostly reads and adds silly voices. You haven’t ever seen this side of him- you have seen it in sparks, but Cazador snuffs it out every time. He doesn’t find Astarion entertaining in the traditional sense, but you? You could listen to him read for all of eternity and then some. 

 You sit and listen to him read all night- only going inside when the sky is suddenly getting lighter and the day threatens to light him on fire. 

 You walk with him to the Spawn dorm and he holds the book tightly to his chest- his eyes darting back and forth. He must be looking for Godey. 

  He doesn’t relax until you reach the Spawn dorm and he is able to put the book between the wall and the mattress. Astarion releases a sigh of relief before laying down to rest. You can feel the peace radiating off of him- there is still some discomfort, but it is not as unbearable as it was before. 

“Please stay,” he asks, “I know you have been, but I-I am a bit worried you might be mad I stole your book.”

 You roll your eyes and lay down in the bed next to him on your side. As if subconsciously, he pushes an arm out and he looks nervous. 

 Is he asking for me to cuddle? 

  You slot your invisible figure into the spot and lay your head on his chest- your arm lays loosely across his torso. You wonder if this is comforting for him- you feel comforted. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, “for being here.” 

  Astarion falls asleep rather quickly- unusual for him. You try to convince yourself to leave, but you really don’t want to. You feel warm here, safe. It feels nice and you even find yourself dozing off. 

 You let sleep take you, unaware of the emotional grave you have dug yourself.

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 21

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“No! No, no and no!”

“Mase?” Adele murmured, moving her hand over the other side of the bed. It was empty. 

“I said no!” she heard again. 

“What the…” she said to herself, slowly opening her eyes and checking her phone. It was almost 1 p.m. She had definitely overslept, but with the night she and Mason had had, who could blame her? 

After their rendezvous on the rooftop they had gone back to the party, Rianne convincing them to have another round of shots. That had led them to the dancefloor again, where they had danced and sang with their friends until their throats hurt. 

Once back at their apartment, Adele and Mason had continued with what they had been doing on the rooftop. Clothes had started flying the moment they had crossed the door, and they hadn't been able to make it to their room. When they finally did and decided it was time to have some sleep, the first rays of sunlight were starting to be visible. 

“No means no! Do you hear me? No!” Mason shouted before throwing his phone on the couch.

“Mase, are you ok?” Adele asked, meeting him in the living room.

“Addie” he gasped. “Addie, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“Just a bit” she smiled.

“You look so cute right now” he chuckled, walking towards her.

“I'm slightly hungover and I feel like untangling my hair is gonna be a nightmare. How is that cute?”

“Because you are cute” he smiled, hugging her and kissing her forehead.

“I thought I was the hottest woman you had ever seen.”

“That too” he laughed.

“Mase… what happened?” she asked. “Who were you yelling at?”

“It's nothing, don't worry.”

“Mase… Mason. What happened?” Adele insisted, freeing herself from his embracement so she could look him in the eyes. “I thought that we could tell each other anything. That we trusted each other.”

“It's just… It's… My agency” he sighed, letting himself fall on the couch.

“What did they do now?” she said, sitting next to him.

“Turns out that yesterday's party wasn't as private and exclusive as we thought, there was someone taking photos of the guests, and our photos have made it to all the headlines this morning.”

“Our… photos?”

“Of us making out and being all over each other, dancing with our friends, drinking... They are saying we had a crazy and wild night full of excesses, from alcohol to sex, and maybe even drugs.”

“What?”

“Yeah” he sighed. “There are people saying that we left the party to go get high, but the insider who sold the photos says we left to do what we actually did.”

“That's, umm… Kind of them?” 

“I guess. But there is more.”

“More?”

“People believe you are pregnant, Addie. A pregnant woman doesn't do what you did yesterday. So you can imagine how crazy things are online, the fights people are having because of it. The believers say you weren't drinking alcohol, the non believers say you were. Then you have people hating on us because how dare we have sex and drink, that what an example we are for the young people who follow us, while others are telling them that good for us, that we should enjoy it while we can. And then there are conspiracy theorists analyzing all the photos to say it wasn't us or that we were faking everything, that couples don't kiss or touch like that. The usual with them.”

“So it is chaos.”

“Yeah” Mason sighed again while rubbing his temples. 

“And you were shouting at your agency because…”

“Because they… they…”

“C'mon, Mase” Adele said, taking his hand on hers and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“They want to say that you had a miscarriage, Addie.”

“What?”

“That's how they want to explain what happened yesterday. That you had a miscarriage last month, and that partying was your way to deal with it.”

“That's… that's…”

“Sickening, I know. I told them that if they dared send that information to the press I was going to sue them, that I didn't care about the consequences. But they didn't want to listen to me. They kept insisting on this being the best option.”

“The best option? Oh, c'mon” Adele said, getting up from the sofa and starting to pace around the room. “Lying about something that serious is simply disgusting. Just coming with the idea is, to be honest. And if they think people will feel sorry about me, they are wrong. About you, most definitely, they are your fans. But me? They will blame me for what happened, say that I did something to lose the baby, that I was reckless. They will tear me to pieces, Mason.”

“I know” he said, also getting up. 

“And people at your agency aren't stupid. They keep up with all the comments and crazy theories, they know this will happen. But if they haven't cared about the hate I've gotten so far, why would they care now?” Adele said, not being able to contain her tears.

“Addie… Addie, hey” Mason said, walking towards her and cupping her face. “Addie, no one is gonna bully you. I'm not gonna let them.”

“But if they publish those lies…”

“They won't, I'm not going to allow it. No one is gonna hurt the woman I love, do you hear me? No one.”

“This is such a mess, Mason” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“But we'll fix it, Addie. I promise you we will” he said while hugging her as tight as he could. 

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“Miss Turlington? She will see you now.”

“Thank you.”

“Adele!” Mason's agent said when she walked into her office. “What a nice surprise. What brings you here?”

“We need to talk.”

“Oh, ok. Please have a seat” she said, gesturing towards the chair in front of her desk. “May I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee? Tea?”

“I'm fine.”

“Alright, then. What did you want to talk about?”

“I want you to stop the madness you and your agency have created.”

“What?” she laughed.

“It isn't funny, Mrs. Lautner.”

“Please call me Erin.”

“It isn't funny, Erin” Adele repeated. It had been a week since the photos of the party had been published, and things hadn't calmed down.

Online it still was chaos, threats and hate comments being thrown right and left between fans and towards her and Mason. And in the real world, it was like they had traveled back in time to the days where the paparazzis camped outside their houses to get a photo of them together. They had even had to cancel their romantic gateway to the château they had visited after the Dior show and go back to London, someone tipping the photographers about where they were staying.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” Erin said. “But what do you want me to do?”

“Isn't it obvious?” Adele laughed. “I want you to release some kind of statement and tell the world that I am not pregnant and never have been.”

“But Adele…”

“No” she said, trying to channel her mother when she would get serious with her and Luca. “You are going to end this mess, and you are going to do it now.”

“That's not how things work and you know it.”

“You have two days. When Mason comes back from his work trip to Spain, I want this problem fixed.”

“Or what?” Erin said, arching an eyebrow.

“Or you will be losing an amazing deal that would benefit you and your agency, and that only I can get you.”

“What kind of deal?”

“Me shooting Mason for the cover of British Vogue’s March issue.”

“What?” she laughed. “That's almost impossible! Only big names get to be on the March issue, and it is always women the ones who do it. It is the most important issue besides the September one!”

“I know. But when you are Elizabeth Turlington’s daughter, and the current editor-in-chief of the magazine is your godfather…” Adele shrugged.

“He's… oh. That's… I'm listening” Erin said, moving forward on her chair.

“Well, we met in Paris during fashion week, and after seeing my photos for Dior, he asked me if anyone had suggested yet the idea of me shooting Mason.”

“It has happened more than once, and you've always said no. What has made you change your mind?”

“That this time I will be working for and with someone I trust and have known my whole life, and that I will have creative freedom, which is something that none of the other offers included.”

“Has Mason said yes?”

“He has. But on one condition” Adele said. “That you finally put an end to the pregnancy rumours by telling the truth: that I've never been pregnant, and that those photos were taken out of context.”

“It isn't going to be that easy, tho.”

“You and your team are very clever, Erin. I'm sure you will come up with something. But no more lies.”

“Ok, fine” she sighed. “We deny the pregnancy saying that you never were pregnant and it was all a mistake, and you shoot Mason for British Vogue. Is that the deal?”

“The base of it, yes” Adele said.

“The base?”

“We can add some extras. For example, if Mason and I are satisfied with the result of your explanation and the way you handle things after that, I can talk with my godfather and also get him an interview. Maybe video content, something like a behind the scenes of me shooting him and being all lovey-dovey. I'm sure fans would love that.”

“That would actually be amazing… Ok, fine” Erin said after a few seconds in silence. “We have a deal.”

“If we don't like what you do…”

“There will be no cover. I know” she said, offering Adele her hand. “Deal?”

“Deal” she said, shaking it. “Now let me call my lawyer so he can get the contract ready. He's waiting in the coffee shop next door.”

“What?” Erin chuckled. “There is no need for that, Adele.”

“I don't make deals without witnesses and with just a handshake, Mrs. Lautner. I'm my father's daughter and not an idiot, so I do things properly and, most importantly, legally. Leave it or take it.”

“I… Umm…”

“I have things to do, Mrs. Lautner. So if you could please make up your mind…”

“Fine, fine! Call your lawyer.”

“Thank you” Adele smiled. Her plan was already in motion, and the first part had been a success. 

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wing - Thirty-Six

chapter warnings: Jake being Jake, discussion of child abuse and domestic abuse

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A/N: my tag lists are only tagging the first few people and I think this is happening to everyone so...ugh if you aren't tagged, that's why

Jake adjusted the collar of his flight suit as he walked across base to meet his new squadron. After the success of Bradley’s mission, the higher ups decided that more people did need to learn how to pilot, even with the presence of drones. Which is how he, Nat, and Bradley got assigned their own little gaggle of greenies.

Good. Fresh meat. Something to get his mind off of things.

He ran his hand over his hair to ensure it was smoothed down by gel. Who would have thought that he’d get his own team? His own office? His-

“Fucking shit, Rooster,” he exclaimed as the taller man yanked him into one of the rooms that lined the hallway. The brunet slammed the door shut and turned to look at him, his dark eyes flashing with that storm Jake had seen time and time again.

“Can you pick literally any other day to yell at me?” Jake snapped.

“No. Shut the fuck up and listen. She hasn’t been sleeping, Jake. She blames herself. She thinks that you left because you hate her.” Bradley’s hands curled around the lapels of his jacket and dragged him closer. Jake swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat at his words but pushed away from Rooster and let out a scoff.

“Give it time. She’ll forget me soon enough and you two can go have your happy little nuclear family.” He ignored the look of hurt that flashed across Bradley’s face and instead focused on the wall in front of him. You weren’t the only one struggling with sleep and an exhaustion that was more than just physical seemed to weigh him down these days.

“Did you know her mom would walk out on her? Threaten to leave if she wasn’t a good enough kid and then walk out and be gone for days at a time?” Bradley said quietly. “That’s why she’s so scared of people leaving her. And you just walked right out. You did the thing you promised her you wouldn’t do.”

An ache spread across his chest but he pushed it aside in favor of shrugging, letting a blase expression settle across his face. Bradley’s brows twisted in frustration and then he pushed out a deep breath from his lungs and let his hands fall from his hips.

“Frankie’s death wasn’t your fault,” the brunet said quietly.

And there you have it, Bradshaw. He hit the one spot that Jake guarded the most harshly. He moved to storm out of the room, but Bradley grabbed his arm. The warmth of his calloused palm bled through the fabric of his uniform and Jake shuddered at the touch.

“Jake. It wasn’t your fault. It’s easy to blame yourself for things like that, but no one can anticipate an engine failure like that. I’m sorry for making you feel like you had anything to do with it.”

The ever noble Bradley Bradshaw. Jake grit his teeth and yanked his arm out of his hold. He needed to get a grasp on his mind right now. Everyone knew you couldn’t go up into a plane with a troubled mind. He needed to stay focused. He needed-

He missed you. He missed Bradley. He missed-

No.

“Fuck you, Bradshaw,” he said quietly and then stalked out of the room.

He was still keyed up when he left work and the last thing he wanted to do was come back to his mom’s place with energy thrumming through his veins and end up displacing it on Jennifer. Jake sent her a quick text and then parked at the beach, laced up his sneakers, and went for a run. The steady rhythm and cadence of his gait soothed some part of his mind. He ran along the boardwalks and sidewalks until his lungs ached, which was a feat for someone who kept in peak physical shape.

His steps slowed as he approached the one spot on the beach that housed the Hard Deck. Someone was sitting out on the picnic tables and he knew in his heart it was you. He came a bit closer just so he could see that you were okay. A voice called for you from inside the bar and you stood, casting one last glance at the ocean, and then turned to head in. The setting sun over the ocean highlighted the curve of your body and he felt his breath catch as your hand smoothed the dark fabric of your shirt over the slight bump that you sported.

Jake stayed until he was sure you were back inside and then he turned and made his way back to his truck. The drive was silent and he didn’t make an attempt to turn on the radio. He needed this. He needed the emptiness.

Jennifer’s AirBnB was a classic beach house that oozed the classic San Diego beach vibe. The stairs groaned and creaked as he climbed them, warped from the sea salt that infused itself into the wood. He stopped at the door, his hand resting on the small plastic bag that hung from aged knob, and found that he couldn’t open it. If he opened this door, he would face his mother and he would have to keep his mind on right and he couldn’t promise her that right now. He couldn’t be the son she needed. The son she deserved.

“Jake?” her warm voice called from inside. “I made pesto pasta for dinner. I met a really nice lady at the grocery store who recommended this… Jake?”

Tears dripped down his cheeks as he opened the bag and pulled out a tiny little onesie that had a Texas longhorn logo emblazoned across it. A small slip of paper fluttered to the ground and he grabbed it, flipping it over to see your scrawled handwriting across the lines. He could barely read through the gathering tears.

We find out the gender in four days. 2pm.

I want you there.

Please.

“Jake?” Jennifer opened the door and cast her eyes down to look at the tiny scrap of fabric clutched in his hands. Holy shit, is this how small the baby would be? He tried to imagine cradling something so light and fragile.

“Oh honey,” his mom whispered. An ugly sob tore past his lips and he tried to rein it in, but she cupped the back of his head and pulled him into a hug, cradling his huge body against hers. He crumpled into his mom like he was nine again and Jennifer easily took on his weight. They stumbled into the house and she shut the door behind them before letting him slump down on the couch.

“I don’t want to end up like him,” he sobbed. “I can’t do that to them, mom. I c.. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about Jake?” Worry coated her voice and he knew he must sound unhinged right now. He ran a hand over his face and tried to gather the words together to express what he was trying to say.

“What if I end up like dad? You said he was fine until after you got married. What if I trap them in a relationship with me and then I fucking ruin them?”

Her eyes widened and she grabbed his shoulders so she could force him to face her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I should have gotten you and Liz out sooner. I should have done more to save Frankie. I should have…I should have never kissed them, mom. Because all I’ve done is hurt them both.”

Jennifer pulled him closer and he curled into her side. His mom kissed his head and sighed. Her kind, selfless Jacob. Her brave boy.

“It’s not your fault,” she murmured. “It was never your fault. You deserve to be loved, Jake, and they…they love you. And I know that can be scary, but you are not your father. You are the opposite of Daniel. I should have never put you in that position to feel like you had to save us.”

She smoothed down the ruffled blond strands of hair that stuck up in every direction. “You were a child, Jake. You were a child and it was my duty to protect you and I failed. And now I try to compensate for it, but I’m telling you that it will only hurt worse if you keep pulling away from them.”

Did you know her mom would walk out on her? You did the thing you promised her you wouldn’t do. Don’t you worry, baby. Roo and I would never let anything happen to you two.

The words rattled through his head like dice clacking against a table. He looked at the paper in his hands once more and read over the words again.

“The baby isn’t mine,” he whispered.

“Do they care about that?”

“They say they don’t.”

“Do you care about that?”

He smoothed out the little onesie in his hands and pictured a baby wearing it once more. A baby cradled in his arms. Something so small and fragile would be safe in his arms. And his angel… he could see you now with that wicked grin and bright eyes as Bradley kissed you and then the baby and then…and then him.

“I’ll ruin them.”

“No, Jake. You’ll have arguments and fights and say things you shouldn’t, but that’s just what being a relationship is like. You could never hurt someone the way Daniel hurt us. I don’t think you’re even capable of doing that.”

“I left her. I left them. I-”

“And now you have a chance to make it up to them and apologize. They want you in their lives, Jake. It’s up to you now.” Jennifer smiled against his hair and squeezed his shoulders. “When I first got the call that you were dating two people and got a girl pregnant, I thought you were going off the deep end. But I’ve met them and seen the way they look at you. Jake, there’s just so much of you to love that it took two people. And oh my god, I finally have a grandkid! Liz is going to spoil this kid rotten.”

“You don’t care?”

Jennifer tugged his ear and he frowned which reminded her so much of when he was nine and pouted all the time, dragging his feet and complaining about having to go to school before football practice.

“Your father never looked at me the way the three of you look at each other,” she assured him. “All I’ve ever wanted was for you and Liz to be happy.”

Four days. He had four days to attempt to get his shit together. And it would start with a call to Sofia Trace.

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The Magic of Makeup

(Kyoshi x Rangi)

(A/N: EVERYONE PLS THERE IS A SMUT SCENE HERE! WE GET PORN WITH PLOT SO LIKE AVERT YOUR EYES IF THATS NOT YOUR THING!!!!! Also don't judge me cause IDK how diplomacy or nobility stuff works I'm here for drama. Anywho I already made a couple posts about this but I thought it was so funny that I decided to make a whole fic. The ao3 link will be posted right after this for those who prefer it. Anywho, pls enjoy!)

Kyoshi was jolted awake by Jinpa roughly shaking her entire body. The Avatar immediately sat up and grabbed her fans placed right beside her bed. 

“Who’s dying?!” Kyoshi exclaimed as she jumped out of bed.

“No one, but the Fire Nation nobility are here! Like, they are waiting in front of the gates as we speak!” Jinpa hissed.

“What do you mean they’re already here?! They were supposed to arrive at lunch!” Kyoshi yelled.

“That’s what I was told. I think this is some kind of power play. Just get dressed,” Jinpa insisted.

“Damn! Do you think I can get away with not wearing any of my usual makeup? There’s no way I’m going to have the time but I still need to look intimidating! It’s part of my whole shtick!” Kyoshi asked.

“You’re six and half feet tall, I think you can make it work. Now get changed, woman! We got people to argue with! I'll meet you there!” Jinpa said before rushing out the door.

Kyoshi cursed before springing out of bed to put on her usual business attire. Alright, the green outfit? Check. The headdress? Check. The fans? Check. Big ass gloves? Ah shit, they're not here. Whatever, it’s not that important. Well, that’s all Kyoshi has time for.

The Avatar quickly threw open the door to her bedroom and began speed walking down the hall. Kyoshi already hated leaving her room without makeup. Nowadays, putting on her makeup is step one of her morning routine. She can't remember the last time she handled Avatar business with a bare face. It made her feel vulnerable. Exposed. This meeting needs to end quickly.

As she was speed walking to the conference room where this meeting is to be held, Kyoshi spotted her girl briskly walking in halls. The Avatar couldn’t resist perking up at the sight of her girlfriend coming to meet her. Of course, Rangi had already been awake for an hour before the stupid nobles arrived. She’s always been an early riser.

“Did you have any clue they were coming in so early?” Rangi asked once they met up.

“No, Jinpa had to wake me. I had zero time to get ready,” Kyoshi sighed as the two fell into step with each other.

“I assume that’s why you’re not wearing any makeup,” Rangi very correctly guessed. 

“Yeah, there’s just no way I could have made it happen,” the tall woman confirmed.

“I think that’s for the best, honestly. Being punctual should take priority in this scenario,” Rangi nodded.

Kyoshi felt a surge of pride course through her when Rangi approved of her plans. If only the world knew how weak the Avatar is for her girlfriend. She’d be killed within a week. 

“Let’s get this over with. Hopefully the little bastards are more agreeable this time around,” Kyoshi sighed. 

How Kyoshi despises the damn Fire Nation nobles sent into the damn peace agreement. Kyoshi’s had like five other meetings with them and has been unable to come to an agreement all parties are happy with.

The names of the three nobles that have been utterly torturing Kyoshi for weeks are Akira, Nao, and Chari. Akira does most of the talking, Nao and Chari are really just her yesmen. They're all simply unbearable. The three of them were around her age of twenty two, which is probably what makes them so insufferable. They’re young, spoiled, rich, think they know everything under the damn sun, and worst of all, they don’t have the good sense to fear her. 

Anyone with half a brain should be terrified of Kyoshi! It’s like Jinpa said, she’s six feet and six inches tall! She towers over everyone she meets! Plus the makeup! Ghostly white face and bloody red eyes?? That’s the perfect recipe for fear! How can anyone not be terrified of her?

Maybe it’s wrong to feel so upset that some people aren’t scared of her, but Kyoshi can’t help it. People not having a healthy amount of fear when interacting with her makes her uneasy. If the literal Avatar can’t freak someone out, what can? 

“Wait, one more thing before we go in there,” Rangi said as she stopped right outside the door of the meeting room. 

“What? Did I forget something?” Kyoshi frowned.

“You did,” Rangi confirmed. 

Kyoshi furrowed her brows and went back through her mental checklist involving her attire. Outside of the makeup and gloves, Kyoshi is pretty positive she had everything she needed.

Naturally, Rangi proved her wrong. The firebender cupped Kyoshi’s face in her hands and gave her a light kiss on the lips. At once, Kyoshi’s arms went to Rangi’s hips in order to deepen the delightful sensation. Sadly, Rangi pulled away. 

“You’re going to do great. Stop worrying so much. That’s supposed to be my job,” Rangi smirked. 

“Kay,” Kyoshi said. You know, like an idiot. 

Rangi should never have kissed her right before such an important meeting. Now all Kyoshi can think about is the next opportunity for those lips to be back on her. Kyoshi is so in love with her it physically hurts. 

Okay, time to get the love struck look off her face before facing the nobles. Kyoshi took in a deep breath before nodding to Rangi. With that, her loyal bodyguard opened the doors to where Jinpa and the nobles sat. 

The Fire Nation nobles were muttering amongst themselves as they had during every single one of the past meetings. Typical. Kyoshi had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. However, once the three nobles looked at her, they immediately shut up. That was a surprise.

During the past meetings, even when Kyoshi made her presence known, the little trolls still blabbed on and acted as though she didn't even exist. They would only stop talking when Kyoshi started to speak. However, today she didn’t need to say a word before all eyes were on her. All of the nobles were looking at Kyoshi with shocked expressions, flushed faces, and one of them had their lips parted slightly open in what she can only assume is shock. 

This is suspicious as fuck. 

“Apologies, everyone. I hadn’t realized we would be meeting so soon. Please accept my tardiness,” Kyoshi said respectfully with a bow. 

What she really wanted to say was ‘couldn’t you have given a girl a heads up before meeting me at the crack of dawn’ but that didn’t seem appropriate.

Akira then sprung up out of her seat to pull out a chair for Kyoshi to sit. Kyoshi quickly glanced at Rangi and Jinpa in wonder to see if she's seeing the same thing. Now why on Earth would Akira do that?

“Of course, we certainly didn’t mean to inconvenience such a beautiful woman as yourself. Please, allow me,” Akira said.

Rangi looked like she wanted to set Akira on fire. Kyoshi shared the sentiment. What is she playing at? Less than a minute in and it's rather obvious they are sucking up to her. Ultimately, Kyoshi did sit down on the seat Akira pulled out for her in the name of civility. But that doesn't mean Kyoshi had to like it.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Avatar Kyoshi?” Nao asked.

Kyoshi shot Rangi and Jinpa yet another look. Are these idiots being serious right now?

“I didn’t realize I was so unrecognizable without my makeup,” was all Kyoshi said. 

Granted, that is a lie, but she really didn't know what else to say that's a polite statement. Whenever Kyoshi goes into town with a bare face, many do not make the connection despite her rather noticeable height.

“What? You’re Avatar Kyoshi? Really?” Chari blurted out. 

Oh, this is going to be a long meeting.

“Yes, I am,” Kyoshi nodded.

“I didn't realize you were hiding freckles under all that makeup. You wear them well,” Nao smiled. 

Is Kyoshi drunk? Did somebody slip her something when she wasn't paying attention? What in all Four Nations is happening right now? They must want something from her if they're being this nice.

“I think we need to get started with this meeting,” Jinpa rushed out hastily. It was almost as if he was in a panic. Odd.

“Of course. Please, start us off. Your voice is quite soothing, Avatar Kyoshi,” Akira smiled, chin resting in the palm of her left hand.

Kyoshi actually thinks she’s experiencing whiplash right now. In past meetings, when the discussion gets opened up on a subject, the nobles immediately try arguing for their side. It takes ages for them to be willing to hear Kyoshi out. Something is so wrong here. It's best to ignore that compliment for now.

The more the negotiations progressed, the weirder everything got. The three nobles, mainly Akira, kept blatantly sucking up to her by praising everything she did. While it's true her reputation has improved as the Avatar the past couple years, it certainly wasn't enough to warrant this kind of reaction.

Even one of the people on her side was acting strange. Jinpa, who's usually a man of patience and serenity, seemed very antsy to move things along. He would often try to steer the conversation away from the nobles when their compliments became too excessive.

Rangi was the only one who was making sense right now. As per usual, she took her role as a bodyguard very seriously. She stood there, stoic as a statue, ready to defend Kyoshi should any dangers arise.

Kyoshi stole a quick glance at her girl to find her looking ever so slightly more irritated than usual. Who can blame her, honestly? Kyoshi wants this to be over just as much as Rangi does.

About one hour in and Kyoshi is bored out of her mind. She propped her chin on the palm of her left hand. It's really not proper etiquette and she might get scolded for it later, but Kyoshi is not at a point where she cares. She then felt an itch on her nose, so she used her right hand to scratch it.

Akira was speaking like she always did, but her voice died down when she took a good look at Kyoshi's hands. This woman literally could not get any more strange.

“Is something the matter, Lady Akira?" Kyoshi asked.

"Apologies, Avatar Kyoshi. I hope I did not offend you, I was simply caught off guard. You just have the most beautiful hands," Akira said earnestly.

Did Jinpa squeak? Huh.

Well, Kyoshi had to fight the urge to laugh. Man, they are really grasping at straws here. She must have run out of things to stroke Kyoshi's ego about. The Avatar is well aware of the state of her hands. Beauty is not on the list.

"Please, no need to fill my head with empty compliments," Kyoshi insisted.

"I assure you, my compliments are nothing but sincere. You have the most wonderful hands I've ever seen," Akira said seriously.

Huh, weird. It honestly did seem like the noblewoman was telling the truth. Maybe she is. It could very well be that she's borderline insane, but that's not really the topic here.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but my hands are pretty banged up with all the scars. Consequences of those battles, I suppose," Kyoshi awkwardly laughed in order to lighten the mood.

"The way I see it, the scars you adorn are a testament to your bravery and honor. Courageous is the most beautiful thing a person can be," Akira said. Her two noble goons nodded their agreement.

She had to admit, Kyoshi feels moved. It's no wonder Akira is the spokesman of the group. That is a noblewoman who really knows how to sweet talk a girl. She did wonder why Jinpa squeaked again, though.

Okay, Kyoshi needs to think this through. The odd behavior of the three nobles is a mystery Kyoshi has the desperate urge to crack. The compliments, the pleasantries, the agreeability, there has to be a reason why.

Seeing the three Fire Nation nobles stare at her scars with that look in their eyes made the answer hit Kyoshi like a boulder. Finally, the Avatar understood the out of character actions. Those three are absolutely terrified of her.

It all made perfect sense. Scars in general can look pretty scary. Not only does Kyoshi have a rather large amount of them, the implications of what she experienced also must be freaking out the nobles. The scars show that Kyoshi has lived through much more powerful and intimidating foes than the ones who sit before her. It's visual proof that Kyoshi is the strongest person in this room. And they're terrified of that.

It has to be why Akira made such a point to compliment them. She's well aware of the battles Kyoshi fought to gain her scars.

The makeup and gloves were hiding the scars which must be why the nobles haven't seemed scared of her until now. Turns out, Kyoshi just had her approach all wrong. They did not fear scary makeup or a tall stature, they fear scars and Kyoshi's true face.

Their behavior makes complete sense now.

It's probably wrong that Kyoshi is so excited that she finally found a way to scare these people. They have been grating on her nerves for weeks and she finally has the upper hand. The Avatar is in full control now.

Kyoshi is absolutely going to milk this.

"It feels as though we've been stuck in this room for ages. It's getting quite hot in here," Kyoshi lied.

With that, the Avatar rolled up her sleeves where even more scars decorated her arms. Kyoshi was even bold enough to undo her collar a touch to reveal the scar on her neck. She snapped open one of her fans and fluttered it to gently brush against the neck scar.

Her actions had the desired effect. All three nobles immediately began intensely studying Kyoshi's scars, especially the one on her neck. They were red, evidently nervous, and now incapable of looking her in the eye. They finally feel terrified by Kyoshi. This is a memory she will cherish for years to come.

Kyoshi saw Rangi in her peripheral vision sitting with crossed arms and a deep scowl. The Avatar felt as though she was beaming with pride. Of course Rangi caught onto the fact that Kyoshi is working on her intimidation tactic and is playing the role of scary bodyguard to add to it. Rangi is just so smart.

"Avatar Kyoshi! Would you like me to, uh, open up some windows? I had no idea you were feeling so hot," Jinpa nervously rushed out.

"Please do," Kyoshi smiled.

Jinpa nodded and hurriedly opened up a couple windows as Kyoshi put her fan back at her side. She did what she needed to do to strike fear in their hearts.

"I must say, Avatar Kyoshi, you wield your fans as though they're part of you. It's quite impressive. You have very skilled hands," Nao pointed out.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard of the other things my hands can do, haven't you?" Kyoshi asked with narrowed eyes.

If her reputation precedes her, then stories resembling her scuffle with Xu Ping An would have certainly reached the Fire Nation. She would make it very clear that compliments should not distract from how truly terrifying Kyoshi really is.

"I, well yes. Many have heard stories of your, um, abilities," Nao rushed out.

"Many stories indeed," Akira mumbled.

Chari just sat there looking like an imbecile. Kyoshi wasn't really expecting much else from the lump.

"Alright, I'm going to cut to the chase. What is it that you want from me?" Kyoshi asked in a low voice to add to her intimidation.

Obviously, for them to be this scared of her, she must also have some kind of leverage they need. Apparently, Kyoshi would have to wait to find out.

"Avatar Kyoshi, I insist upon a recess at once!" Jinpa practically shrieked while standing up.

Everyone in the room was visibly shocked at the monk's outburst except for Rangi. Kyoshi's never known the man to raise his voice in such a manner, especially not in a meeting like this one. Whatever had Jinpa so panicked must be important.

"Of course. You don't mind a small break, do you?" Kyoshi grinned, knowing damn well they won't say no to her.

"Please, take all the time you need. We'll wait as long as it takes," Akira managed to rush out.

Hah, the annoying noble still looks flustered. Kyoshi could not be happier. They finally fear her. It feels so good to win.

Kyoshi left the room, quickly followed by Rangi and Jinpa. Once the door closed behind them, Rangi grabbed Kyoshi's arm and pulled her to the left.

"Make sure we're not followed, Jinpa," was all Rangi muttered out.

"Y-yes of course," Jinpa hastily agreed.

"Rangi, what's-" Kyoshi started to say.

"One more word and I'm putting you into horse stance for so long your successor will feel it," Rangi hissed.

Okay, so clearly she's not happy. Kyoshi can't imagine why though. That meeting is going spectacularly. The nobles are significantly more cooperative, they actually listen to what Kyoshi has to say, and they're now willing to give into her demands. She can't understand what Rangi could possibly be so upset about.

Maybe Kyoshi didn't notice something during the discussions? Is it possible the Fire Nation nobles are playing her and Rangi is going to let her know? It's certainly not the first time Kyoshi has made a major blunder like that. There really wasn't much time to contemplate this because in less than a minute the two women apparently arrived at their destination.

The spot Rangi led her to was a tiny hallway that had a single window at the end of it but nothing else. There are no doors or chairs, so no one really spends much time in this area of the building. This is a very interesting spot to talk about any potential issues from the meeting.

Kyoshi looked at Rangi and raised an eyebrow, still very unwilling to speak in risk of horse stance punishment. Rangi didn't say anything. No she did not. Instead, she yanked on Kyoshi's collar and crashed their lips together. Before she even had time to blink, Rangi had pinned her against the wall of the tiny hallway.

Is that what Kyoshi was expecting to happen? It most certainly was not. Is Kyoshi mad about it? She most certainly is not.

Kyoshi quickly put one hand on Rangi's shoulder while the other cupped the back of Rangi's neck to deepen the kiss. The bodyguard moved on from kissing her lips to slowly trail her mouth down Kyoshi's neck.

"There's other ways to rile me up, you know," Rangi mumbled into her skin.

That is something that Kyoshi will be noting for later. Especially if this is the result.

The Avatar gasped as Rangi began pressing hot kisses on the scar at the base of her neck. A low moan rumbled from Kyoshi's throat against her will. Fuck, that firebender knew exactly what she was doing. Rangi knows Kyoshi's body like the back of her hand.

Therefore, she knows that kissing Kyoshi's neck scar will automatically turn her on. Kyoshi can feel herself getting wetter by the second. Her cunt began clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stimulated.

That's when she felt Rangi's hand slowly creep down to the very top of her long skirt. Then, her fingertips ever so slightly went beneath the skirt where Kyoshi's underwear resided.

Holy shit. Is Rangi trying to do what Kyoshi thinks she's trying to do? Now? Of all the times?

"Rangi, we have a meeting," Kyoshi gasped.

"Just say the word and I'll stop," Rangi whispered into her ear.

A better Avatar would be able to resist. A better Avatar would be able to tell their girlfriend it's a bad idea to have sex when they're in the middle of an important meeting.

It would appear that Kyoshi is not a better Avatar.

"We need to be quick," Kyoshi hissed.

"Well who am I to defy the Avatar?" Rangi grinned.

With that, Rangi's hands slipped past the waistband and lightly brushed against Kyoshi's clit. The taller woman gasped once more and bit her lip to prevent the sound from coming out.

"Fuck, Kyoshi. I've barely even touched you," Rangi mumbled lowly.

The poor Avatar didn't even have time to respond before one of Rangi's fingers slowly entered her. Kyoshi gasped and clenched tightly around her finger. It's when Rangi started slowly moving her finger that Kyoshi let out a high pitch whine.

Embarrassingly enough, Kyoshi's always been rather vocal during sex. This really is not the time to be vocal.

"You know I love the sounds you make, but unless you want those Fire Nations nobles to see the Avatar getting fucked by her bodyguard, you're gonna need to be quiet for me," Rangi smirked.

The prospect of that scenario playing out is enough for Kyoshi's entire body temperature to increase. It's just not fair how sexy her girlfriend is or how her melodic voice gets Kyoshi all riled up.

The Avatar had gotten so wet that Rangi had no issues slipping a second finger inside of her. Kyoshi buried her face in Rangi's shoulder to muffle her moans. The way her fingers furiously thrusted inside Kyoshi brought her closer and closer to her breaking point.

While Rangi continued to fuck Kyoshi with her fingers, the bodyguard decided to continue her onslaught of kisses on the side of Kyoshi's neck. The sensation made the Avatar so weak in the knees that she's basically leaning on Rangi for support.

Kyoshi knew she wouldn't last much longer. Rangi's fingers were relentless and every spot her lips touched set Kyoshi's skin on fire. Then Rangi's fingers hit that perfect sweet spot that made Kyoshi want to cry out from pure bliss. The firebender's precise fingers hit that same spot over and over again, causing Kyoshi to arch into Rangi, desperate to be as close as possible to her.

Once Rangi's thumb began hastily circling Kyoshi's clit, it was over for her. The Avatar had to physically bite her lip to prevent her moan from coming out as she finally reached her climax. Evidence of Kyoshi's wetness was coated over Rangi's fingers as she slowly pulled them out of her. Rangi made direct eye contact with her as she licked Kyoshi's arousal right from her own fingers. Kyoshi's face burned at the sight.

Kyoshi was too busy reeling from her orgasm to mentally process the fact that Rangi had dropped to her knees. The bodyguard began to slowly lift up Kyoshi's shirt. The Avatar's eyes widened when she realized Rangi was not, in fact, done with her yet.

"Do you think you have one more left in you?" Rangi asked.

"No Rangi, we need to get back to the negotiations where literal nobility is waiting for us!"

Is what Kyoshi WOULD have said if she wasn't such a whore.

"Rangi please," Kyoshi begged in reality.

The Fire Nation woman grinned and threw Kyoshi's right leg over Rangi's shoulder while the other leg stayed planted firmly on the ground. Rangi rolled up Kyoshi's skirt to her waist.

"Be a good girl and hold this for me," Rangi whispered.

It was like Kyoshi's body had a mind of its own with how quickly she fulfilled such a command. Kyoshi used both hands to keep her skirt up as Rangi moved the Avatar's underwear to the side. Now her bodyguard got a full view of Kyoshi's aching cunt.

"Your pussy is just as pretty as you are," Rangi praised.

Kyoshi blushed at such a sincere and lewd compliment. A split second later, Rangi's mouth made contact where Kyoshi needed it most. The Avatar couldn't help but allow a low moan to slip out.

Rangi dragged her tongue along Kyoshi's entrance. Yet again, the Avatar had to bite her lip to stop any noises of pleasure from coming out. The bodyguard decided to focus on giving Kyoshi light kisses onto her clit before starting to suck it.

Kyoshi's pants and muffled moans increased as she was being brought closer to the edge in absolutely no time. The first orgasm already made her incredibly sensitive, she would come to her peak much faster now.

Rangi's tongue began circling faster around Kyoshi's clit in a way that made her vision blur. Kyoshi began helplessly grinding her cunt against Rangi's face to get even more stimulation as fast as possible. It all felt too good. Rangi is just too good.

Once again, the bodyguard has to essentially hold up Kyoshi's entire bodyweight. The way her tongue makes Kyoshi feel is just so intense she can barely think. Thank the spirits for the wall behind her.

Rangi's skilled tongue brings Kyoshi closer and closer to her breaking point. Kyoshi's hands squeezed her skirt as she felt herself approach her release. The bodyguard's hands gripped Kyoshi's thighs as she continued eating her out. Finally, finally, Kyoshi got to experience the sweet release she had been craving. For a second time, that is.

Kyoshi really couldn't stop herself from letting a breathy moan escape her lips. Rangi pulled back with Kyoshi's wetness all over her face. The Avatar blushed as Rangi had to pull out a small handkerchief from her pocket to clean herself from the mess Kyoshi made.

With the same amount of care one would use to handle a delicate vase, Rangi gently moved Kyoshi's leg off her shoulder. Kyoshi pouted, feeling the warmth of her girl leave her, but dropped her skirt once her underwear was readjusted.

Rangi finally stood up and peppered Kyoshi's face with light, playful kisses. The Avatar giggled as her touch began to tickle.

"We really should get back to the negotiations meeting," Rangi sighed while pulling away.

"Wait, what about you?" Kyoshi asked.

Kyoshi does her best to be a good girlfriend. It's only natural she'd want to return the favor.

"Don't worry about me. Knowing you came on my face was more than enough satisfaction. For now, at least," Rangi grinned.

Kyoshi blushed brightly and looked away from her lover's gaze. It always sounds so much more dirty saying it out loud than when they actually do it.

"Rangi?" Kyoshi asked once she felt her blush die down.

Rangi hummed in response. Kyoshi smiled and gave Rangi a quick but intense kiss.

"I love you," Kyoshi smiled.

At once, it was as though every hard exterior Rangi possessed automatically softened. It was a statement they both already knew, but it was always so good to say.

"I love you, too. Let's go, Jinpa's probably having a heart attack as we speak," Rangi said.

Kyoshi nodded and followed her girl back to the meeting room. Jinpa looked at them in pure relief once he saw them again.

"Everything okay you two? What took you guys so long?" Jinpa asked.

"Oh, we're perfectly fine. Just had to tend to the Avatar's needs," Rangi shrugged.

Kyoshis misses her makeup so much. She had to hold her fan in front of her face to hide the red blush spreading all over it. This meeting needs to be over five minutes ago. How is Kyoshi supposed to survive when the love of her life does things like this?

Please, for the love of all that is good in this life and the next, let this damned meeting end quickly.

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The rest of the meeting went surprisingly well and without a hitch. All that was left to do was finalize the paperwork tomorrow and they would be out of Kyoshi's hair. Thank the spirits for that.

Now that the day is over, Kyoshi has the opportunity to have even more sex with her girlfriend. Life truly is good.

Once the Fire Nation nobles left the premises, Kysohi turned to her girl and gave her a smile of pure relief. The relief of finally being done with the most grueling task imaginable, talking to other people. Usually, Rangi returned her smile. Instead, the firebender simply pursed her lips and avoided Kyoshi's face.

Is she feeling okay? Rangi seemed distracted, which is very unlike her. Maybe all the recent negotiations have been getting to her?

"We need to talk," was all Rangi said before walking back into their home.

In no universe is the phrase 'we need to talk' a good thing to hear from the woman you're dating. Kyoshi felt like she was walking to the gallows as she followed Rangi back to their shared bedroom. Once they reached said room, Kyoshi sat on the edge of the bed. Rangi did not sit beside her. Instead, she chose to stand right in front of her.

Well now Kyoshi is slightly terrified for their relationship. She simply waited for the bodyguard to speak.

"Look, next time you use such a tactic to get your way in negotiations, at least warn me first. I realize sometimes a more, unconventional approach is necessary, but I was completely blind sided," Rangi frowned

"What are you talking about? That was the most conventional strategy," Kyoshi replied, very confused.

Intimidation tactics in general are very common to use. In fact, Kyoshi would say it's her favorite tactic of all time. How she loves striking fear into people's hearts.

Yikes, it sounded really bad when she put it that way.

"You're kidding me, right? There's absolutely nothing conventional about what happened back there!" Rangi snapped, voice laced with hurt.

Kyoshi has no idea why Rangi is so upset. Could it be Kyoshi had done something to offend her?

"Look, I honestly don't understand why you're so upset. I did what I always do. I scare the life out of them, they give us what we want. Simple math," Kyoshi insisted.

Rangi did not look amused at all.

"Scared them? You're claiming to have scared them? You have to be joking," Rangi scoffed.

"Uh, no. No I'm not," Kyoshi honestly told her.

Rangi stared at her for a moment before her entire expression changed.

"Holy shit, you're not joking," Rangi mumbled.

"Why would I?" Kyoshi asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rangi merely continued to stare at her for a moment. Then, she buried her face in her hands. She let out a strangled, almost choking sound and Kyoshi feared her girl was crying. Then she looked up and found Rangi laughing.

The fuck is so funny?

"I could not be more lost right now," Kyoshi bluntly stated.

Rangi, still laughing her ass off, walked over and sat next to Kyoshi on the bed. Once she was finished with her little giggles, Rangi let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"Spirits, I fell in love with a moron," Rangi said.

"I mean, you're probably not wrong, but why?" Kyoshi exclaimed.

She is just so confused. For once, Kyoshi thought she knew what she was doing!

"I swear, you're denser than the rocks you bend. Kyoshi, those nobles weren't scared of you, they were flirting with you," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blinked twice. Then immediately rolled her eyes. That's what she thought was going on? Seriously?

"C'mon Rangi, there's no way. I think I would know if I was getting hit on," Kyoshi drawled.

"I had a crush on you for two years before you confessed," Rangi very rudely reminded her.

"That's true, but be realistic Rangi. I'm well aware of what I look like," Kyoshi scoffed.

"Believe me, so am I. What exactly are you trying to say?" Rangi glared.

Boy, her girl is not going to like this one. Along with being the Avatar's bodyguard, it was Rangi's life mission to build Kyoshi's confidence. The Avatar never really excelled in that department.

"No need for the looks, Rangi. It's not like I think I'm some hideous troll or anything. But, well, I'm crazy tall and have a lot of scars. It's not exactly an ideal look. Neither are the freckles, I've come to learn. Besides, it's like you said. I had nice hands before they got all scarred, but now," Kyoshi sighed while trailing off.

Rangi frowned before holding both of Kyoshi's hands in her own. She soothingly rubbed her thumbs against the back of Kyoshi's hands.

"I'm sorry I made you feel as though a part of you was undesirable. That's really not what I was trying to say. I've always found your hands pretty, I just conveyed my feelings poorly. I admit, I have very complicated feelings about your scars," Rangi sighed.

She thinks that deep down, Kyoshi knew that already. Unfortunately, her self esteem has never really been sky high. Hearing Rangi say those words out loud was a bigger comfort than Kyoshi thought it would be.

"Oh? Like what?" Kyoshi asked curiously.

"On one hand, I hate that you had to experience so much pain. They're reminders that I wasn't able to protect you. You never deserved such horrible treatment. But on the other hand," Rangi said. "Spirits, Kyoshi, your scars are so attractive. The way they decorate your skin makes you look like a damn masterpiece. It's like lightning running across your body. I've never seen anyone so beautiful."

Rangi was staring at Kyoshi with so much love that it actually stole the air from her lungs. Immediately, the Avatar's cheeks were burning so badly they had to resemble the deep red of a fire lily.

"So you think I'm attractive," Kyoshi mumbled with a dopey grin.

Rangi gave her a look and lightly kicked her leg. Kyoshi let out a small giggle at her girlfriend's action.

"Of course I think you're attractive, you big oaf. We are in a romantic relationship," Rangi snorted.

Kyoshi giggled and pressed a small kiss atop Rangi's forehread. Her girl blushed a bit before leaning her head on Kyoshi's shoulder.

"You know, in the Fire Nation, scars really are considered to be a very beautiful addition to the human body. I hate to agree with that stupid Akiko or whatever, but your scars are so pretty. They're like little trophies of battles you survived. Let me tell you, they'd have gone ballistic if they knew about your stretch marks. They're a sign of growth and health back. Just another part of you so attractive it drives me insane," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blushed once more at the mention of said marks. Her stretch marks mainly littered around her breasts and thighs. Now that Kyoshi thinks about it, Rangi's always given them special attention.

"Also, fuck Yokoya beauty standards. I adore your freckles. The jackass nobles certainly did too," Rangi huffed.

Kyoshi giggled and kissed her girl's nose. Then, realization dawned on her.

"Oh spirits, does that mean me showing off my scars," Kyoshi trailed off.

"Yeah, you were basically seducing them. It was very effective," Rangi confirmed.

"That's so humiliating! Now everything I threatened just sounds sexual!" Kyoshi groaned while flopping on the bed.

Rangi laughed and laid down next to her. Kyoshi adjusted herself so that they were eye level. Spirits, Rangi has the prettiest eyes.

"That may or may not be why I dragged you out of the meeting. I get that people flirt with you, I do. But it just seemed like you were flirting back this time," Rangi admitted quietly.

Kyoshi frowned at the realization that it definitely seemed like she was flirting. She cringed remembering the comment about what her hands had done. That really sounds sexual and Kyoshi absolutely hates it.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to," Kyoshi honestly told her.

"Now I know you didn't. I'm not upset since you were unaware. I guess I just got too jealous. I wasn't too much during that meeting, was I? I hope I didn't pressure you into anything," Rangi worriedly stated.

It shouldn't be possible to be this in love with someone, yet here Kyoshi is. The amount of love she has for Rangi is far too much to be contained in this world.

"Of course I wanted everything you gave me. I'll sleep good tonight knowing that my stoic, calm, and collected bodyguard fucked me in the middle of a negotiations meeting because she was jealous," Kyoshi teased.

Rangi groaned and playfully shoved Kyoshi's shoulder. The Avatar merely laughed and scooted closer to her.

"You're not the only one who gets jealous, you know. I swear countless people have tried hitting on you. I never feel too upset about it because you shut them down so quickly it baffles them," Kyoshi smiled.

Rangi merely kissed Kyoshi on the lips in response. Kyoshi was more than happy to feel her love's lips on her once more.

"I still can't believe you didn't notice, they were being so obvious about it. I really shouldn't be surprised. Not like this is the first time you were flirted with and were completely oblivious," Rangi sighed.

"What? What other times are there?" Kyoshi frowned.

"My point exactly. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Rangi teased as she kissed her cheek.

Kyoshi just smiled and observed Rangi's face for a moment. Truly, has there ever been a more beautiful woman? Kyoshi doubts it.

The Avatar was going to change the subject and suggest the two get a quick nap in, but stopped herself. There's just one detail that still doesn't make sense about today.

"Oh, quick question. Do you know what was up with Jinpa during the meeting? I've never seen him so antsy," Kyoshi asked.

Rangi's face turned bright red and she avoided Kyoshi's gaze. It took her a couple moments, but Rangi finally gave her an answer.

"That was unfortunately my fault. I'm not as calm and collected as I look. Seeing someone flirt with my girlfriend kind of makes me seethe with rage. When they started hitting on you, I thought I was gripping the chair but I was really digging into Jinpa's arm. He told me it was fine so pretty much every time you were hit on, I squeezed his arm. I'm pretty sure I ended up burning it at some point. So, uh, please remind me to apologize to him tomorrow," Rangi sheepishly told her.

Wow.

"Between the two of us, that poor bastard needs the biggest raise in all Four Nations."

"Agreed."

[belovedspector]

Barely a Scratch

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader (implied Marc Spector x gn!reader and Steven Grant x gn!reader)

Word Count: ~580

Summary: Jake comes home from patrol a little worse for wear. You help patch him up.

Content: Blood and injury (nothing graphic), fluff

A/N: Just a little fic to try to get myself back into writing! Enjoy! :)

Masterlist

You’re sitting in bed with a book when you hear the distinct squeak of the bedroom window opening. You should be used to it by now—you do live with Moon Knight, after all—but it still makes you jump.

You catch a glimpse of the suit before it dematerializes and know it’s Jake who’s standing in the room with you.

“How’d it go?” you ask, closing your book after marking your place.

“I got shot.”

“You what?!” You spring out of bed, panicked.

“I got shot. Only a little bit, though.”

He seems far too calm. You, on the other hand, are beside yourself.

“And how, pray-fucking-tell, does one only get ‘a little bit’ shot?!” you ask, struggling to keep your voice level.

He lifts his shirt to show off where the bullet grazed his side. “See? Barely a scratch,” he says with a slightly feral grin.

You shake your head disapprovingly.

“Hold on,” you say after a moment. “Why didn’t Khonshu heal you?”

Jake shrugs. “Dunno. Haven’t heard from him all day. It’s been nice, actually.”

“Why’d you go out if that stupid bird didn’t tell you to?”

“There’s still people who need my help,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

You nod in understanding before moving through the apartment to grab the first aid kit.

“Kitchen or couch?” you ask as you reemerge from the bathroom, kit in hand.

He considers his options. “Couch,” he decides.

“Fine, but you’d better not get any blood on the cushions this time.” You let him lead the way, sitting down in the spot next to him.

“We can just flip ‘em over, no big deal.”

“We already did that, genius,” you remind him, opening up the first aid kit and pulling out the materials you need. “Shirt off, please.”

“Oh, right,” he says as he complies, wincing slightly at the movement.

You suck air through your teeth in sympathy. You hate seeing your boys hurt. The fact that it’s such an uncommon occurrence doesn’t make it any easier to stomach. If anything, the rarity of the situation makes it worse.

You make quick work of cleaning and bandaging the wound. To his credit, Jake is a good patient. He hisses a little when the disinfectant is applied, but otherwise stays remarkably still and quiet.

“Alright,” you say, closing up the kit, “you’re all set.”

He grabs your hand as you hoist yourself off the couch. “Thank you,” he says when your eyes meet his, warm and bright and full of unspoken appreciation.

“Of course,” you say softly, smiling down at him and giving his hand a squeeze.

You return the first aid kit to its spot in the bathroom cupboard and rejoin him on the couch.

“Can you get me the remote?” he asks sweetly.

You look to the coffee table, where the remote sits directly in front of him. “You can’t get it yourself?”

He pouts. “I’m injured. You have to be nice to me.”

You give him an exaggerated eye-roll, but you do as he asks, not quite able to keep the fond smile off your face.

“You’re really gonna milk this, aren’t you?” you ask.

He just flashes you a grin as he turns on the TV.

You snuggle up against him on his uninjured side, and he puts his arm around you. You smile to yourself while he flips through the channels. You’ll gladly do whatever he asks, as long as it means he’s safe at home with you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think! :)

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter eleven

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 4k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: replies and reblogs are well encouraged. thank you so much for reading my works and please stay safe. ily

eeunoia 2024 © all rights reserved.

The man in front of you moves slowly, approaching closer. By the way he moves and carries himself, you can already tell how much power he holds. The thought itself sent shivers through your spine.

His hand extends closer to you and you almost jolt in fear. Sunghoon took notice of it and felt a pinch of excitement. The way you look so fragile and scared beneath him just makes his mind fuzzy.

“Please d-don’t touch me.” you hissed at him when you felt his hot skin touches yours. You even moved your head away from his touch.

His hand was left mid-air as he stared at it for a while before he trailed his eyes back over at your face. He looked at you for a while, not saying anything before he let out a heaved sigh.

“I will let that slide...” he utters and stood up before dragging a chair so he can sit down in front of you.

You gulped and kept your eyes at him, afraid that if you look away, he will do something. You waited for what’s he’s gonna do or say next. He let out a sigh before slowly taking off his coat. Your eyes wanders off to his broad shoulders then to his toned arms that his white longsleeves hugs perfectly.

“Untie her and leave us alone.” he ordered and without wasting any second, the men around do as they told. You silently watch them but your eyes were cautious of what’s gonna happen next.

They soon slowly exited the room like how he wanted. Eventually, it was only you and him inside this big fancy room. You were still cautious and your heart was still beating so fast when you slowly cares your wrist that slightly hurts because of the cuffs. His eyes darted at you as he grinned a little.

“Sit down so we can talk.” he spat and your face frowned a bit when you heard how he ordered you around like you’re one of his men.

You stayed silent and decided to just sat down quietly, you kept your mouth shut even if you wanted so bad to talk and complain. After seeing that you followed obediently, a ghost of smile appears across his handsome face before he pulled a folder that was placed at a table.

He threw it over your way and it landed just right beneath your feet. You gave him a confused look and refused on checking what’s inside.

He lifts his chin and pointed it at the floor where the folder is.

“Go ahead, open it.”

“I don’t want to.” you said firmly. He clicked his tongue at the side of his cheeks before he tilted his head over to the side, eyes never leaving you.

“Don’t push my buttons, baby. I’m trying my best to take everything slow so you won’t feel overwhelmed and too scared.” he said, his tone getting a bit more serious. You tried so hard to dismiss the sudden endearment he used for you.

You scoffed sarcastically, “For me not to be afraid? You just kidnapped me! I am terrified! Just let me go!” you burst out at him, and you saw how his eyes went cold by hearing you screaming and pleading to be released.

“You don’t know what I’ve been through just to find you. And now that I did,” he said and rested his back at his chair then he clenched his jaw, “I will make sure you ain’t gonna slip away from me again.” 

It looks like he’s really serious when he said that to you and you felt something turns inside your stomach as your heart races even faster. You don’t know what’s happening right now and everything’s scaring you. You wanted to just go home right now and see your friends and family.

“You’re crazy! What you’re doing is illegal! This is a crime punishable by the law. You’re gonna pay for this.” you tried talking shit out to him so he will realize what he just did.

But instead of seeing fear over his pretty eyes, you even saw a ruthless grin spread across his face letting you see his fanged teeth. He looked so dangerously attractive and sexy. You hate yourself for even thinking that. This is your captor. The one who put you into this kind of situation. The main reason why you’re shaking in fear and eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, Love. You have no idea who I am, don’t you?” your brows furrowed at what he asked and he just smiled at you.

“I am Park Sunghoon.”

Your heart fell at what you just heard. Of course you know who the hell is Park Sunghoon. The notorious Mafia boss that is known for the inhumane things he did. You do know some of his dirty doings but never in a million times have you thought that he was this young and good-looking.

You gulped and when Sunghoon saw your reaction, he don’t know if he was happy about it. He clearly saw fear and confusion but of course, that’s the least he wants to see from you.

“Base on how you reacted, it seems like you know something about me, Aelia.” your head snapped at his direction when he said your name.

You wanted so bad to be surprised how he manage to know it but after learning that he is Park Sunghoon, you can’t even let your mouth gap open. He surely have a lot of connections and knowing information about someone probably is a peace of cake for him already.

“Were you at (country) five years ago?” he asked.

Your head felt empty after hearing the familiar place. The instant trauma suddenly dawning onto you after just hearing that place. You fight the urge of crying as you held your hands to keep them from trembling.

“No.” you lied at his face.

He scoffed, “Liar.” he hissed but you kept your straight face so you can still try to fool him. His piercing gaze intimidates you so you quickly end the eye contact.

Just by hearing the name of that place brought back a lot of memories that you hated to bits. All bad memories. You’ve tried so hard to forget about it and he just came out of nowhere, reminding you of that place. Of that night. You couldn’t help but to feel so upset over him.

“Since you know me, you probably know that you shouldn’t make me mad, hm?” he asked while looking at you, one of his hand was rested over the chair and the other one playing with his lower lip.

“Why? You’re gonna kill me too? Like what you did to all those p-people?” you asked and you can’t help but to stutter a little. It was too late to take back what you just said.

The terror and fear that consuming you are taking over. You can still remember what he did that night. How he mercilessly shot those people... it was horrible.

He chuckled sarcastically, “Kill you? Don’t be ridiculous.” his grin fell and it sent chills all over your whole system. If his grin looked so playful, his serious face was very intimidating. Scary.

“I didn’t wait for this time to come just for me to kill you. I will keep you and you’re gonna stay with me for as long as we both live, Aelia.” his tone was serious and he’s not even smiling, that makes it even more scarier for you.

“I d-don’t want to! You’re scaring me.” you said honestly as tears slowly stream down your face. Just by thinking about what he’s saying creeps the hell out of you. 

He scoffed humorless and tilted his head as he stare at you straight in the eyes. You gulped, there’s really something with his stares that makes your heart race in an unexpected pace. It also makes you feel nervous.

“Open the folder now.” he ordered you and your eyes darted at the folder that he threw moments ago.

For some reasons, you don’t want to open it. It’s just a folder, yeah, but you’re afraid of what’s inside. Your eyes slowly trailed back to Sunghoon and he’s now leaning forward, his elbows resting at his knees as he waits for you to do what he says. Eyes staring intensely.

“I said no.”

He sighed, obviously growing impatient over you. He sat back straight, one of his hand reached over to the back his neck. His free hand fished something and your eyes teared at the sight of him holding a gun by his hand. He craned his neck making it produce a cracking sound.

“Don’t make me mad, baby.” he grunted lowly.

You were left with no choice but to get it because you still want to live and you don’t want him shooting a gun right at you. With trembling hands you reached over the folder and you saw from your peripheral eye that Sunghoon was carefully watching you.

You heaved a sigh and slowly opens the folder. You looked back at Sunghoon before you open it fully and he just nodded his head like a signal to go on, so you did. Your mouth gapped as your eyes teared so much together with your aching heart.

The folder soon collided with the cold floor when your hand lose grip over it after what you saw inside. You gulped, trying to get rid of the lump at your throat, your eyes glared over to his direction.

“That’s not t-true!”

“Oh, that’s not your boyfriend having sex with other girls?” he asked as he slowly walked closer your way.

Your head felt empty and all you can feel was your heart cracking. The pictures inside the folder were too real for it to be edited. You don’t know what you’re gonna feel first but the pain sure is impossible to be ignored. At some point, you’re already expecting something like this from him. But to actually see it with your own eyes is a different thing.

Maybe the fear is too much for you to handle. It’s taking over your capability to think properly. Your eyes lowered and settled at your feet then it moved towards the pictures that were scattered at the floor.

You slightly moved your head away from Sunghoon’s hand when he tried touching it, “W-Why are you doing this? Why are you ruining my life?” you raised your gaze over at him.

Sunghoon was staring down at your tear stained face and he doesn’t understand why some part of him hates it and the other enjoys the sight beneath him. He was naturally dominant and loves people being submissive over to him. And seeing you in this state just makes him lose his mind.

He held your face and caress his thumb over your cheeks with soft and gentle strokes. It was the opposite of how he looks at you. You tried moving away but then he didn’t let you.

“Ruining? Baby, I’m actually putting everything into their right places.” he let out a scoff before he leaned closer to your face.

He was breath-taking. Everything in his face was beautiful. Its making your mind go blank.

“Them into the life they deserve and you, my beautiful Aelia... you’re gonna be with me where you belong.” he said before he leaned closer and drop a swift kiss at your lips. It was just quick that you didn’t even had the chance to complain and resist.

He leaned away and smirked at you, “I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

You jolt in surprise when the door suddenly bursts open. The first one you saw was his suited men opening it wider for him. Afterwards, he walks inside. His hair fixed just like how it was the last time. He’s wearing a gray suit that gave justice to his perfect proportions.

One of his hand inside his pocket as he walks closer and stopped right in front of the bed. He looked at you with blank look on his eyes. Instantly, it sent shivers to your spine.

You watch his every move with cautious eyes while pressed over the headboard of the bed to keep a safe distance from him.

Sunghoon couldn’t help but to find you absolutely adorable. Looking even more smaller all curled up while he stared from the edge of the bed.

“You should get ready.” he informs that made you furrow your brows harder.

“Am I g-going somewhere?” your eyes flickers hope as you slowly lower your guard. “Are you finally setting me f-free?”

Sunghoon licks his lips and tilts his head. He doesn't know why despite how many times he made himself clear of having no intention of letting you go, you still hope. He needs to do something about that sooner. No matter how cute you look like that, he will slightly feel bad of crushing that small hope inside you.

“No.” he said firmly that made your small hope dissipate. You slowly curled back, hugging your knees to your chest and all guard up while staring at him with glaring eyes.

“We’re going back home.”

It caught you off-guard and hope slowly crept inside you once again. This time, you tried hard to conceal it in order for him not to be suspicious. It’s actually better to go back to your country so the chances of escaping will expanse.

“I l-left my things back at my hotel.”

“It will be taken with us so you don’t have to worry.”

“Well I need to change clothes! Do you expect me to wear this robe while riding a public plane?” your tone sounded sarcastic that made him smirk inwardly.

Something about you talking back at him makes him feel excited. You’re too cute.

“I have a private plane.”

A scoff escapes from your lips at his sudden flex of his wealth. You forgot how much money this man have. Of course it isn’t a surprise anymore if he have his own private plane.

“I still want to change in proper clothes.” you stared right at his eyes to show no surrender. He returned the favor by staring back. It almost made you fold and back off, but you cleared you throat.

“P-Please.” you tried being a little more polite. Maybe that will be more effective.

He didn't respond right away and just stared at you before he signalled something to his men. Soon after, one of them entered holding your luggage. Your eyes grew a little to actually see your things and to know that it really did work.

“I will give you ten minutes to get ready and then we’re off to go.”

The way he orders you and gave you a specific time irritates you. Does he really think that small time was enough for you to get ready?

“Are you in a rush? I need time to get ready.” you spat at him right away after what he said.

“You already looked beautiful, what else do you need to do?” he said it so casually that it affected you even more.

With a flushed look on your face, you tried to hide it by shooting him glares. “Can you just get out so I can start getting ready?”

Your red tint cheeks didn’t slipped off from him that made the corner of his lips lift up a little. He clicked the side of his cheeks and tilt his head.

“Fine. Call me once you’re done.” he still stood there like as if he’s waiting for something.

You raised one of your brow and gave him a curious look.

“W-What?”

“I need my kiss.”

That made you flush even more like as if your face is not as red as a tomato already.

“Who said I will give you?!”

“Who said you have a choice?” he fires back, his eyes too serious for you to ignore.

He raised one of his arm then starts to gesture you to approach and give him what he wants. Realizing that there’s no way he will let you off, you slowly uncurl from your position and then crawled out from the bed.

When you’re near, you can feel your heart racing so fast and his manly scent invades your nose at the same time you invades his personal space.

You tip toed and placed a kiss on his cheek. Your head lowered and stared at your feet to avoid any chances of eye contact with him. You heard his low chuckle that made your stomach churns.

“That’s cute.” he mumbles before placing both of his hands over your hips to keep you still.

He then leaned to place another kiss on your cheeks. He was too smooth and fast that you didn’t even had the chance to push him away. After that, he pulls away and lifts a hand to tilt your head up so he can look at your pretty face.

“Start getting ready. I’ll be waiting outside.”

A nod is all you manage to give him because your mind is still floating a bit after what he just pulled.

He turns his heels and started walking outside the room, his men following after him without a single word. The moment you heard the door shuts, you heaved a sigh. Whenever you’re around him, you always have a hard time breathing.

You opened your suitcase and the things looked the same as to how you left them. The first thing you looked for is your handbag that you carry around. You opened it and shoulders sunken when you couldn’t find your personal stuff such as i.ds and your passport.

Feeling down, you realized there’s no point on spacing out because your passport won’t show up if you do that. So instead, you start to go look for an outfit to wear. In the end, you decided to wear the light blue sundress with flowers on it.

You put your hair up and then designed it with a bow. After putting a light make-up, you contemplate whether to go outside already or buy more time to ready yourself.

Ten minutes passes by and you didn’t heard any knock from outside. He doesn’t seem to be rushing you so you spent more time to calm down. Finally gathering some courage, you grabbed the handle of your laugage and started walking towards the door.

You opened it and you’re greeted by one of his men. One of them helps opening the door wider and the other one informs Sunghoon that you’re already done. He’s at the far corner of the hallway, on his phone.

You stepped outside and glanced at where he is. His eyes met yours and the change of his expression is very evident. His gaze trailed from your face down to your dress.

You felt your cheeks blushing as you glanced away. One of his men reached over your luggage out from your hand. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ that he responses with a bow.

A hand suddenly rests over the small of your back that made you jolt and turned to look behind. Sunghoon’s already standing beside you, staring intensely. It made you feel shy and conscious of how you look. The way he’s just staring at you just makes you so nervous.

“I told you to call me.”

You gulped, “W-Well, I’m already out.”

He stares for a bit more before he smirks.

“You look beautiful.”

You blushed and quickly glances away making him grin wider. Something about you being shy around him makes you look extra adorable.

“Let’s go.”

He starts guiding you towards the elevator. His hand slides down and casually held your hand. His hand felt so soft but slightly cold. You tried to take it off, but his grip just tightens whenever you try to.

You looked at him and he gave you that strict look that made you stop from pushing his hand off. In the end, you just let it and roams your eyes around. As expected, you’re in a different hotel. This one looked much more expensive.

His men follows behind the two of you keeping a distant, but also on guard. It felt weird having these many people around you. Sunghoon looked like he’s so used to it. Actually, this scene reminds you of your boss Jake Sim. He also have many bodyguards whenever he visits the office.

When you two arrive the lobby, eyes darted at your direction right away. The staffs scurries towards the entrance forming a line. Your brows slightly furrowed because of it. The moment you walk out of the hotel, they bow their head.

It was completely odd. You know Sunghoon is rich and probably a very important person, but to have this kind of treatment? You only see this scenes on movies.

Sunghoon guides you towards a very fancy sports car. He opens the passenger seat for you and after he made sure you are settled, he walks around to ride the driver’s seat. You glanced outside the door and had the urge to run, but two of his bodyguards stood in front like as if they’re expecting you to have the thought of running away.

“Seatbelts, baby.” he snapped you back to reality and you quickly do as he say.

He started driving and you couldn’t help but to watch him do it with no effort. You can’t deny how attractive Sunghoon is. He have this specific aura that automatically draws you in. Irresistable. Like he’s something forbidden, but you can’t help but to stare.

The drive was short and he drove straight to the places where private planes waits for their passengers. The moment he stopped the car and unlocks the door, you took your chance and opened it.

You didn’t hear him shout your name or anything. Even before you can run further, one of his men managed to grab you.

“Let me go!” you shouted and tried to free yourself.

While moving so much, a hand firmly gripped your wrist making you stop. When you looked at him, his eyes looked blank and cold.

“Don’t piss me off.” he spat and his men lets go of you right away.

He smoothly put his arm on you then carried you. You tried to wiggle once again but when his dark eyes stared at you, it looked scary. With defeated eyes, you stopped and just wrapped your arms over his neck then burry your face over his chest out of embarrasment.

He smells so good it actually addicting. The crew greets the two of you warmly and he gently placed you on a chair. Just two of his men went with you and sat far, giving you two privacy.

He sat in front of you and a small table is the only one keeping you away from him. Your lips pursed into a pout and teared your gaze off his pretty eyes.

As the private plane takes off, you watch how the land slowly became small and beautiful clouds came into your view.

One of the flight attendants came.

“Do you want anything to drink, Sir?” she asks politely.

Sunghoon didn’t even glance at her and just read the newspaper he’s holding.

“Whiskey.” he said shortly. Very rude, you thought to yourself.

The crew bows then turned at you with a warm smile that you quickly returns.

“How about you, Ma’am?”

“Oh, do you have a tea?” you softly asks.

She smiled even wider then nodded her head and recites the kind of teas they have. You picked one and as she walks away, your eyes darted at Sunghoon and he’s already watching you.

You blushed and furrowed your brows at him.

“W-Why are you staring at me?”

He smirks, “Because you look beautiful.”

“Y-You already told me that a couple of times today.” you commented and glanced away, but eyes drifts back to him.

“Well, I can’t help it. You’re just very pretty, baby.”

You rolled your eyes to hide your true emotions and tried to busy yourself with the view outside the window. A minute after, you glanced back and he’s now staring at your dress.

“What are you staring at?”

He clicks his tongue and attractively tilt his head, “I just noticed how different the two of us dresses.” he pointed out that made you scan your outfits and realized he was right.

Sunghoon clothes are so dark and then yours are just light color. Something about them screams how different your personalities are. The hot mafia couldn’t stop smirking even if he's already eyeing the newspaper again. You looked so soft while his clothes showed so much of his dominant side.

He loves it. He fucking loves it and honestly growing more obsessed over you.

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[limitless-haven]

Those Ocean Eyes

Synopsis: When you’re called upon by Tokyo Jujutsu High for an opportunity to study under the renowned Shoko Ieiri, you gladly accept the offer, leaving behind your old school. Here you start your new adventure, excited to learn and see where this life will take you, but what you don’t account for is that here is also where you truly fall in love for the first time.

Satoru Gojo is a charismatic enigma that captured your heart right away. As time goes on, you come to truly understand the pain behind those ocean eyes of his. The scariest part? His truth doesn’t terrify you like he expected it to. If anything it makes you fall more intense for him. You want to help shoulder the burden of his pain for the man you’ve come to love.

Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: MDNI. Heavy flirting/yearning, male masturbation, mention of death

A/N: ***This is a slow burn. Eventually, there will be some spicy scenes but I will give a warning beforehand.

***This story does contain elements, scenes, and dialog from the manga/anime.

***This story was influenced by the song Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish. Every time I hear the song, I can't help but think of Gojo and what a complex character he is. He is such a lovable character who deserves the world.

***This is also posted to my AO3 account under the name “kookie0807”

Chapter 3: Kikufuku

You stayed up for quite a bit last night talking to your mom. You told her all about your interaction with Shoko, and how safe and heard she made you feel. You told her about the other students here and how they mesh well together, and how you think they have the brightest futures. You told her about Gojo, just leaving out the parts where he had you melted into a puddle of embarrassment. Your mom told you she was beyond proud of you. She told you that your dad would have stars in his eyes because his little girl was going to save so many people. You guys laughed and even shed a few tears. This is the first time you’ve been so far away from your mom. In Kyoto, you lived in the same dormitory hall as your mother, she being a teacher for the school and you being the resident healer.

It was about nine in the morning when your alarm went off. Reluctantly you rolled over and turned it off. You huff and just lay there on your back for a minute, not sure if you are ready for the day. After all, you’ll be training with Satoru today, and there’s no telling how that was going to go. You finally get up, go into the bathroom to put on some light makeup, do your hair, and brush your teeth. Feeling like a human now, you walk back into your room and stand there in front of your closet. You're debating on what to wear, a cute pair of leggings and sports bra or gym shorts and a tank top. You decide on the leggings and sports bra. The leggings are black and show off your toned legs and hug the material around your ass so, so tight. You didn’t have the biggest ass, but you did workout to make sure it was firm but jiggly in all the right spots, and perky. The sports bra is a ‘peek-a-boo’ type that is also black, it holds the ‘girls’ up but in a sexy way with a little bit of extra skin showing. You put on a pair of fully white high-top converses and look in the mirror. This outfit hugs you in all the right spots, showing off your hourglass figure. ‘Damn, I look good!’ You say to yourself. You wonder if a certain white-haired man would think the same. You put back a couple of things in their place and head out the door to the sparing room.

You get to the room first and knock on the door. You wait for an answer but hear nothing so you decide to head in. Once inside you see the room is quite bare. There are quite a few mats down on the floor, a couple of chairs along a wall, and a vending machine full of drinks. It’s your typical sparing room. You decide to grab a bottle of water from the machine, you scan your phone and click on the one you want, when you bend down to get it, the door opens to who can only be one other person.

Gojo walks into the room and sees that you're bent down in front of the machine. What he didn’t expect was for you to be wearing such tight, perfectly fitted black leggings. ‘Fuck, this is gonna be fun.’ He thinks to himself. Today was really going to test his ability to keep it together and not throw you down on the mats and have you squirming around from pure ecstasy underneath him. He notices you didn’t hear him come in so he starts to walk over to you. As soon as you get back up from grabbing your water and turn around, Satoru has you backed into the machine, one hand trapping your body between himself and said machine.

Your back presses against the cold machine causing you to gasp but then you realize who has you trapped. You look up to find Satoru smiling at you. “H-hi Satoru.” You say before he can say something first.

“Well hi, pretty girl. My, what an outfit you picked out for today huh?” He says with a smile that shows just how much he’s enjoying seeing you in said outfit.

“Oh, this? I-I thought we’d be working up a sweat today, so I-I put this on.” You look down at your body, now wondering if this was the right call. Of course, you felt confident but did you make Satoru uncomfortable?

Satoru bites his lip as he lowers his head to take in the sight of you again. “Oh, we will. But this outfit, it’s doin’ things to me. I’m not sure what kinda sweat we may end up workin’ is all.”

You blush at his suggestive comment. You would love nothing more than that, honestly but you have to stay focused. No matter how much you wanted Satoru to make good on that word, you wanted to take this seriously. You needed to at least be able to throw a good punch and dodge one too. “Satoru, stop. We’re supposed to be training…not…not that.” You say sheepishly, your cheeks are bright pink.

He can’t help but love this little act you put on, like you aren’t affected by his words. Like you didn’t put that outfit on to rile him up, he knows you did. He takes a breath and calms himself. “You’re right, we’ll save that for later.” He backs away from you and goes to stand in the middle of the sparring room. You take in his outfit. Why is he wearing his normal jujutsu attire? Why does he still have the blindfold on? You give him a puzzled look. “Why are you in your school uniform?”

He snorts. “Without trying to sound too cocky, this is all I need.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you saying you won’t break a sweat from training with me?”

He smiles. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. If we’re being honest with each other here, I can promise ya, you won’t be able to touch me.”

You scowl at him. Was this guy serious? Did he seriously think that little of you? You want nothing more than to prove his arrogant ass wrong. “What about the blindfold?” You pause. “Come to think of it, why are you always wearing it?”

He chuckles. “Tell ya what, you ever manage to land a punch on me and I’ll let you in on the secret.”

‘A challenge? Oh, you’re on!’ You think to yourself. You take off in a full sprint towards Satoru and throw your hand out but right before you can land it, it feels like you’ve hit an invisible wall. Your hand stops a couple of inches away from his chest. You look up at him and he’s got that shit-eating grin you’ve come to know.

“Limitless,” that’s all he says with a smile. And then before you can blink, there is a flash of light and he’s now standing behind you on the other side of the room. You stumble but catch yourself and turn around to face him. Why did your hand stop in midair from connecting with him?

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “Limitless? I mean, I’ve heard you have it but what exactly is it?”

He just stands there smiling at you. “It allows me to employ the concept of ‘infinity’ in a way where I can manipulate and distort space at my will.”

So that bastard knew from the moment he said he would be training you, that you wouldn’t be able to land anything on him. ‘What a jackass!’ You think to yourself. “How the hell am I supposed to hit you then?” You huff out once again.

Satoru thinks you look so fucking cute when you’re angry like this. He wants nothing more than to tame the brat that you are. He puts his hands behind his head, stretching his long body. “Dunno, that's for you to figure out (Y/N).” He smiles. “C’mon try again. I promise I won’t move.”

You roll your eyes at cheekiness. Shoko was right, Satoru is very cocky but with good reason. How the hell was anyone supposed to one-up the guy? You sigh and take off towards him again, this time going for a kick. Like before, your foot never makes contact with him like you wanted it to. It’s just floating there a couple of inches from him. You look at him and grit your teeth. You then drop your foot and try to punch his stomach but you're stopped again. He bends down to your hand, floating inches from his body.

“Givin’ it your all?” He asks and brings his hand up to yours. They are still separated by the invisible barrier though. He then flicks his finger in the direction of your hand and you go flying back onto the mat below. It’s with enough force that you bounce a little bit but aren’t hurt, well you can’t say the same for your pride.

You stare up at him with wide eyes. What the hell was that? He then stands with his legs spread wide apart and starts to stretch placing one hand on either knee and twisting. ‘Oh please like this is exhausting for you!’ You think to yourself. You get up from the mat and straighten out your leggings and sports bra.

You look at the door and sigh. “There is no point in training with you if I can’t ever touch you.”

Satoru huffs now, like a toddler not getting a new toy from the store. “C’mon, I was havin’ fun.” He says. “Fine, I’ll turn my infinity off but I don’t think you’re gonna like that result either.”

You can’t help but raise an eyebrow and then roll your eyes. “Stop being so cocky. You said you’d help me train so let’s do this!”

Satoru frowns at you. “But I don’t wanna hurt such a pretty girl.”

“I’m tougher than I look!” You all but shout. Was he actually going to hurt you? He was a lot bigger than you in every sense of the way.

“Fine but don’t cry when I kick your ass.” He says with a smile.

You roll your eyes. ‘That’s it! If it’s the last thing I do today, I will punch you Satoru Gojo!’ You say in your head.

You take off at him again, throwing a punch for his face but he moves his head out of the way. He grabs your arm and brings it down to his side, holding you there. This is the first time he’s ever touched you and you feel sparks from where his hand is. His touch is firm but doesn’t hurt, he’s softer than you’d imagine and god does it feel magical. You yank your arm back out of his grasp and stare at him, holding your arm where his hand just was.

“See, it’s off but you’re still not gonna be able to hit me.” He smiles.

You rub your arm where he grabbed you at. ‘Now is not the time to be fantasizing about his big, strong hands!’ You say to yourself. “No, it’s not. I still couldn’t hit you.” You say matter-of-factly.

He can’t help but let out a sizable laugh. He grabs his stomach from his hard he’s laughing. You feel embarrassed, your cheeks turning red. Once he calms down he says to you. “With my limitless power, I have control of how close things get to me, and that in turn controls how close I’m able to get to things. I have to turn it off if I want to make contact with anything.” He explains as he steps forward towards you. “So by me grabbin’ ya, trust me, it’s off.” He then grabs you by the arm and throws you over his head and onto the mat below.

You hit the mat a little harder than the invisible flick you took earlier which causes you to grimace. You look up at him before gathering all your strength and trying to sweep-kick him. As if he can read minds now, he backs up just in time before you make contact with him. You feel an undeniable rush of rage go through you, and you jump back to your feet. You just start punching all over, not caring where you’d hit but wanting to land one. He dodges every single one with ease. Before you know it, you’ve backed him toward the end of the room against the wall. You think this is your chance and go for one last swing. This time Satoru catches the punch in his hand and twists your arm behind your back, putting him behind you now. He slams your body against the wall face first, like a cop arresting someone. Thankfully you turned your head so you didn’t take the impact to your face. When your body collides with the wall you let out a groan of pain, breathing a bit heavier now from all those failed punches.

Satoru holds your arm in his large hand. He can tell you’re pissed off now and he can’t lie, it turns him on. He leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “Told ya.” He then presses his body into your back, squishing you against the wall even more.

You let out a gasp as you feel his toned, firm, massive body being pressed against you. You can’t be dishonest with yourself and say it didn't make you a little aroused with your current position with him. His mouth is right next to your ear, his body pressing into you. It all was starting to make you blush and feel lightheaded. You start to wiggle around, trying to free yourself from his grasp but it is no use he’s just too strong. You hear him breathe a little harder into your ear and grab you tighter, almost as if warning you to stop moving. It makes you blush all over.

“Careful princess, you might be in for a big surprise if you keep doing that.” He chuckles.

You bite your lip to stop the groan from escaping. Big surprise? Oh no, now you’re thinking about what he honestly means. Satoru is a very tall, athletic man. His hands were so large compared to yours, and his feet were massive, it made you wonder just how true his words were but you can just tell that Satoru Gojo isn’t lacking in the ‘big dick’ department, of course, why wouldn’t he be!? He was too perfect. Handsome face, nice muscular body, tall, arrogant, supposed big dick. ‘THAT'S NOT FAIR!’ You shout in your head. You decided to rile him up, if he could do it to you then why not do it back to him? “B-big surprise huh? Maybe I like big surprises.”

He chuckles moving closer until his lips come in contact with the outer shell of your ear. “Oh (Y/N), you’re playin’ a dangerous game. Believe me, I would love nothin’ more than to prove it to you but I know you’d have a difficult time handling me.”

You feel a deep throb down below, you can feel yourself getting more and more aroused by the second. The way he was leaning into you, the way his plump lips ghosted over your ear, the way his grip on your arm only tightened as he spoke. It was becoming too much but before you could say or do anything else, Satoru reluctantly let go of your arm and stepped back. You just stay up against the wall for a second, trying to catch your breath. When you feel like you do, you turn around to face him. He looks completely unfazed by what just happened, meanwhile, you're a little sweaty and your cheeks are flushed. You give him an annoyed look.

Satoru was turned on beyond belief, if he wasn’t careful, he’d be sporting a raging hard-on right now, he was already starting to chub up. He can’t remember the last time he wanted a woman so much, hell if ever. He wanted nothing more than to show you just how big he was, god he wanted to so badly but with being in the sparring room, anyone could walk in. He was getting too worked up. He takes a deep breath in, calming himself. “That’s enough for now. Shoko wants to see you in the lab.” He says as he turns towards the door and heads out without even looking back at you.

You were surprised and confused by his abrupt attitude change. What the hell is his problem? He came on to you and yet vanished when you teased him back a little? Was it too much? Was he uncomfortable? You push those thoughts to the back of your head as you grab your water and head out the door making your way over to the lab.

Satoru makes a b-line for his room. Once inside, he locks the door and heads into the bathroom. He turns the shower on but not to a hot setting. He sticks with a rather cool temperature. He takes off his clothes, throwing them down into a pile on the floor. He then takes off his blindfold, his snow-white hair falling in his face. He blinks rapidly for a second to adjust his eyes to the room. His bright blue eyes stare back at himself in the mirror. He looks at himself for a second before jumping into the shower. He stands there under the shower head, letting the water run down his ripped, tall body. His hands are on the tile in front of him, almost like he’s holding himself up. His mind immediately goes to you. He thinks about how fucking good it felt to have your teeny body pressed against him. How good you smelled. How your rapid little breaths made him want to make you do it more, made him want to turn them into pure, unadulterated moans. He feels his cock start to stir back to life. ‘Fuck, what are ya doin’ to me princess?’ He questions you in his head. He takes one hand off the wall and moves it down to grab his hardening member. He slowly drags his hand up to the head and squeezes. He lets out a sigh, he knows he shouldn’t be this affected by you but goddamn it you were so enticing. He starts to stroke himself faster, his grip tightening as he goes. He thinks about how different that little interaction could have gone. He wanted to spin you around and push you down to your knees. He wanted to watch as you ate those words when he pulled his cock out. He wanted to see the stunned look in your eyes once you saw just how massive his cock really was. He wanted to watch those pretty little lips wrap around the head of his cock and suck lightly before he pushed more into your hot, wet mouth. “Shit. Hah-,” he moans out as his hand slides up and down his cock at a quickened pace. He was so, so close to finishing already. He imagines how you would look up at him with his cock in your mouth. How you would take it down your throat, choking on him inch by impressive inch. He wants to see your eyes get teary as you deepthroat him. At that thought he's panting heavily now. “Ngh, fuck, (Y/N)!” he moans out as he’s cumming in hot, white ropes all over his hand and the shower wall. He stays in the shower a bit longer, catching his breath. He then washes his body and hair before getting out and going about his day like he didn’t just cum to the thought of you.

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Before you know it, a month has passed. You’re still training with Satoru every day in the sparring room, although you haven’t managed to land a single punch on him. Principal Yaga has told you not to get discouraged, these things take time, and that he would rather you learn how to protect yourself than see you end up seriously hurt or worse. Things with Shoko are going well. You have a big ‘test’ coming up soon. She said that it’s going to be going over everything you learned in that book she gave you a while ago now. Shoko also said if you pass, she’s going to take you out for a night on the town, her treat! You studied it every night so you know you’ll pass with flying colors. You’ve been able to heal up some of the students as they’ve gone on missions but nothing too extensive.

Just like any other day, you walk into the sparring room to already find Gojo sitting on one of the chairs. You put your phone and water bottle down on the chair beside him. He looks up at you. “Ready to try and kick my ass again?” He chuckles out.

You roll your eyes at him already being annoying. “Sure am. I’m gonna hit you today, I can feel it.”

He tilts his head back and lets out a cackle. “Sure thing princess. Tell ya what, you manage to hit me today and I’ll take ya shoppin‘. Even let you use my card.” He says as an incentive.

Shopping with Satoru’s card!? You knew he was loaded being the heir to the Gojo clan but a part of you would feel bad taking his money. Nonetheless, you agree. “Deal but don’t cry when I rack up quite the charges.” You say smiling at him.

Satoru smirks back at you. “You won’t even be able to put a dent in my bank account princess.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. You take your stance on the mats and wait for him to join you. He gets up from the chair and walks over to you standing in front of you now. He’s the first one to throw a punch at you. He aims for your stomach but you back away. You drop down to the ground and try to sweep his lanky legs from him but he jumps over the kick. Once he lands back down he grabs your arm and flips you over his body but you manage to land on your feet. He still got ahold of your arm so you twist your body around so your fronts are facing each other. You use your legs to kick off his rock-hard stomach, flipping over in the process and landing on both of your feet. Satoru just smirks at you. “Not bad.”

You smile but don’t waste time getting caught up in his compliment. You charge for him but he grabs you by the arm again, this time you're being held against his hip. Just then the door opens and Yuji comes in. “Gojo-sensi!” He yells.

It takes Satoru by surprise, you can tell he’s dropped his guard so with all the strength you can muster up in your tiny body, you grab onto his arm and press your hip into his effectively hip tossing him down onto the mat below. Satoru is stunned for a moment too late because as soon as he hits the mat, he’s met with your first to his chest. You did it! You hit him! You actually hit him!

He stares up at you, your fist still on his chiseled chest. You look down at him and now, you have the biggest shit-eating grin on your face. “….i hit you…I FUCKING HIT YOU!” You shout!

Satoru can’t help but smile and laugh. You did indeed hit him. “Well, I’ll be damned. You sure did pretty girl.” He says. Something inside his heart starts to flutter. He can’t explain why but he is truly happy to see your reaction. It’s so pure, so refreshing, so goddamn cute. Spending every day with you for the last month has made Satoru realize just how much he genuinely likes you. You’re not afraid to give him shit back, you’re not afraid to voice your opinions, you’re determined to get better at being a sorcerer, you’re funny, kind, sweet, and did mention the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. He can’t help but smile up at you.

You straighten up and hold your hand out which Satoru takes it. You help him get back to his feet and then run over to Yuji, hugging him so tightly! He’s surprised but hugs you back, his little cheeks turning a pink shade. “What’s this for?”

You're still hugging him. “You were the perfect distraction Yuji! I finally landed a hit on Satoru!” You say excitedly and let him go looking at said man.

Satoru can’t help but smirk. ‘Damn kid.’ He thinks to himself. “Yuji, what the hell?.” He frowns. “C’mon I thought we were bros!”

Yuji just laughs and rubs the back of his head. “We are Gojo, sorry bout that! But I came to tell you that Yaga wants to see you.”

Satoru sighs. “Damn that old man…I’ll be right there.” He directs his attention to you now. “As for you, go get ready. I’m a man of my word. A princess deserves her shoppin’ trip.” He says as he passes you and heads out the door to find Yaga. You tell Yuji thank you even though he had no idea he was helping you.

You stand there smiling to yourself, feeling so giddy. You grab your phone and water bottle then rush out the door to your room. Once there, you take a shower and do your hair and make-up. You pick out a mini light blue sundress and pair it with some white wedge sandals. You hear a knock on your door and head over to open it. Your heart skips a beat when you see him. There stands the most handsome man you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. Satoru is wearing a pair of dark wash slim-fit jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of white Converse. Your gaze finally reaches his face. For the first time since you’ve met him, he’s not wearing a blindfold but a pair of dark blue, almost black sunglasses. His white fluffy hair is down in his face, messy but still elegant. You still can’t see his eyes and it’s driving you crazy! He’s smiling at you. “(Y/N), you look- so beautiful.” He says.

You're blushing before you know it but smiling back at him. “T-thank you. You look very h-handsome Satoru.” You say stumbling over your words a bit. Who can blame you though? Anyone in your position would be stunned by this man’s true beauty too!

“Ijichi is waiting for us out front. C’mon let’s go.” You follow him out to the car, greeting Ijichi and thanking him for driving you there. Once you two get to the mall, you look at Satoru.

“You seriously don’t have to buy me anything, you know that…right?” You ask him.

He just lets out a little laugh and smirks at you. “And I thought I told ya, I’d be paying for this shopping trip.”

You shake your head. “No Satoru, I can’t just take your money. I was just joking with you earlier about racking up charges.”

He just smiles at you. “I really don’t care (Y/N). Money doesn’t mean a thing to me.”

You continue to shake your head. “I’m not going to let you pay for anything.”

Satoru lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes under his sunglasses. “Fine.” He then grabs your hand, locking his long fingers around yours. “This is a date. Let me be a gentleman and pay for my girl.” He smiles down at you.

Your heart skips a beat, there are so, so many butterflies in your stomach. You look up at him, shocked that he said that. Shocked that he called you his girl. You feel lightheaded. Your legs are starting to wobble a bit. He notices the change in your behavior and squeezes your hand. “Y’okay pretty?”

You nod your head, still staring at him. He’s just smiling down at you. You feel him squeeze your hand again and it brings you back down to reality. He turned off his infinity for you!? You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before. “Y-yeah, m’okay…” you say sheepishly.

He leans down getting close to your face. “Somethin’ wrong?” He questions.

You shake your head. “N-no not at all. J-just makes me shy when you say stuff…like that.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “The date part? Or that I called ya, my girl?”

Your cheeks flush red now. God, did he have to tease you? “…Sattoorruuu,” you whine. “It’s both…” you say.

He can’t help but smile at your reaction. “What? I’m jus' going on a date with my pretty girl.” He says.

You lean into his arm and hide your face. Satoru can’t help but grin at your adorable reaction. “C’mon, where do you wanna go first?” He asks as he starts walking, in turn making you walk with him.

You look around the mall at the different stores. You see a really cute boutique that sells cute girly things, you see a shoe store, a jewelry store, a book store, and a store that sells just lingerie. Satoru notices your eyes stop at the lingerie store for a bit longer than the others. “You wanna go in there? I won't complain once.” He says tilting his head in that direction and grinning.

You blush again and shake your head. “No, no, no. I can’t handle that.” You say shyly.

Satoru lets out a laugh and smiles. “Next time then? Let’s go into that store, yeah?” He says as he points to the cute little boutique. You nod your head in agreement and head off that way. You find a couple of cute things and true to his word, Satoru doesn’t let you pay for anything. You visit a couple more stores and find little things here and there, all of which Satoru pays for. After a while, you’ve accumulated a few bags and head off back to the car where Ijichi is waiting. Satoru takes the bags from you and places them in the trunk. You both get in the car and head back to the school but before you can get there, you notice the part of town you're in. ‘Wait, is this the place?’ You think to yourself.

“Ijichi, please stop the car now.” You say politely.

He does as you say, pulling the car into a parking space. “Is anything wrong Ms. (Y/L/N)?” He asks, a bit concerned about the sudden urgency to stop.

“No, I just really got to use the ladies' room.” You lie.

“Oh okay.” He says.

“Satoru, can you come with me?” You look at him and ask.

“You need me to go into the bathroom with ya?” He asks, confused.

You laugh and smile. “No, but could you maybe wait outside on those benches for me?” You say as you point to a bench just off to the side of all these little shops.

“Uh, sure.” He is still confused.

You thank Ijichi and get out of the car, pulling Satoru along with you. You make him sit at the bench and promise he won’t move. You tell him you’ll be right back and head towards the bathroom. You round the corner and there you spot it….it being his favorite Kikufuku mochi stand.

You walk up to the older grandma working the stand and order a box of freshly made Kikufuku. A couple of minutes later, she returns with your order and you pay, thanking her. ‘I hope Megumi wasn’t lying.’ You think to yourself as you approach Satoru from behind. You think he might have turned back on his infinity so you don’t put your hands over his eyes like you would like to. Instead, you step from around him with your hands behind your back, holding the mochi from his sight. He smirks when he sees you but is still rather confused. “What’s this about?” He asks.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth please?” You ask him sweetly.

He gives you a questionable look. “You’re not gonna put somethin’ phallic in my mouth are ya?”

You can’t help but let out a gut-busting laugh. “No, no I promise.” You say as you feel tears form in your eyes from laughing so hard.

Satoru cautiously closes his eyes. “Ok, they’re closed.” He says.

“You promise?” You ask.

He grins. “I promise princess.”

You trust him, you just wanted to give him a hard time because he would do the same to you. You take the box from behind your back and open it. You then unwrap one of the Kikufuku and move toward his mouth.

“Open.” You say to him. He opens that big, beautiful mouth of his and you place half of the mochi in. “Now bite down.” You tell him.

He follows your orders and bites down. He instantly recognizes that it’s Kikufuku, it just so happens to be his favorite thing ever. The chewy mochi paired with the not-too-overly-sweet filling is absolute perfection. He opens his eyes, not that you can see them anyway, and looks at you. His heart skips a beat. The pure joy on your face is making his heart beat fast. He’s never felt like this for a girl before.

You watch as he savors the mochi. You find it absolutely adorable how the smile on his face hasn’t gone away since he found out that he was eating. You find the butterflies returning as you watch him. “I take it you like them?” You ask him.

“Kikufuku is the best! How’d y’know these were my favorite?” He asks, looking up at the box in your hand.

“Oh I was talking to the first years one day and you came up in our conversation. Megumi said that those were your favorite mochi. I saw Ijichi driving by the one place that sells them so I had to have him pull over. I wanted to get you something.” You smile at him.

He just stares at you. He knows it’s just a simple gesture, but it means the world to him. Most people around him don’t really listen to him, they just think he’s being annoying. So the fact that you went out of your way to bring him here and buy him his favorite mochi, well Satoru Gojo feels like the luckiest man on the planet right now. He reaches out for what you think is the box but he grabs your arm and pulls you to sit on his lap. You're sitting sideways on top of his legs, your feet are dangling to the side of his calf. He wraps his long arms around your waist and holds you.

You can’t lie, it feels so nice to be this close to him but it also makes you nervous. You’ve caught feelings for this man in such a short period of time that it kind of scares you. He makes your heart flutter at the simplest things.

“I take it Megumi wasn’t lying to me.” You say with a giggle, enjoying the feeling of his big, strong arms around you.

“Nah, the kid knows me well.” He says as he takes another mochi from the box and pops it into his mouth. “These are heaven!” He says while grinning.

“And how well is that?” You ask curiously. You knew out of the first years, Megumi was the one who knew Gojo the longest but you had no idea what their relationship was like.

“Back when I was sixteen….” He pauses, about to open up to you for the first time. He feels comfortable enough to share. “His father was sent on a mission to kill this girl my best friend and I were protecting. He ended up succeeding in killing her.” He gets serious. “In the process, the bastard ended up almost killin’ me but on the brink of death I figured out how to use the reverse cursed technique and healed myself.” He says with a sigh. Satoru didn’t like killing people but it came along with the territory of being a Jujutsu sorcerer and the strongest one at that. “I…I killed him and in his final words, he told me that he sold his son to the Zenin clan. Knowin' how awful they would have been to the poor kid, I decided to step in. A couple of years later when Megumi was about six years old, a first grader, I found him and took him under my wing. I was only about eighteen or nineteen” He sighs. “Megumi needed someone to guide and protect him from this fucked up world of bein’ a jujutsu sorcerer.”

Sixteen!? This happened to him at sixteen? He was forced to kill a man at such a young age? God, you couldn’t imagine the mental toll that took on him. At that age, you were worried about failing your school tests and hanging out with your friends. Satoru was out here protecting people, having to kill some at that. “Oh wow. That’s a lot for a sixteen-year-old.” You say, shaking your head. “I can’t imagine what that was like and then to turn around and take care of a child at such a young age yourself?” You look at his face and give him a soft smile. “Megumi is very lucky to have you.”

Satoru smiles. “Nah, I’m nothin’ special. Just doin’ my job. This is what people expect from me. I’m the strongest after all. They don’t care if I live or die.”

You hate how nonchalant he is about killing a man at sixteen and then taking in his child at eighteen or nineteen...like this was a normal occurrence for everyone? You hated it even more that it seems people have never valued Satoru’s life, in turn making him not see the value in it either. You shake your head and then wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into you. You felt this overwhelming heartbreak for him. How could anyone just treat him like he was just a tool like his life meant nothing? Why would the higher-ups ever send a kid on a mission like that?

“That’s not fair, Satoru. That’s not fair at all. When do you get to be weak? When do you get to say no? Why didn’t those evil people treat you like a human?” You start to spiral. “You’re fucking human, Satoru. Not some unstoppable monster for the jujutsu higher-ups. Your feelings matter, your safety matters.” You lean back out from hugging him and grab his face between both of your hands. You look into his eyes despite the sunglasses being in the way and you feel your eyes starting to tear up. “You matter, Satoru. You matter so much.”

Satoru is stunned by your words. Never has anyone in his life told him that he mattered. No one has ever acknowledged that he’s a human with feelings too. No one has ever cared for him like this. It’s a new experience for him and he’s a little overwhelmed. He looks at you and gives you a tender smile, his heart is fluttering. “(Y/N), I-I,” but you don’t let him finish.

“Stop.” You say and he closes his mouth. “You are so special Satoru. Not because you’re the strongest but because you’re you. This world would be a much darker place without you.” You say as a tear falls from your eye. You have never felt this emotional about someone telling you about their past, about how little the higher-ups have made him feel about himself. They made him feel like he was completely disposable.

He’s looking at you watching as the tear falls down your face. He can’t help but feel like at this moment in time, he finally matters. His feelings are valid. He reaches out for your face and wipes away the tear gently. This action makes you look at him. He then moves the hand that just wiped away your tears and moves it towards his sunglasses. You watch him intently. He then removes his glasses and you are met with the most beautiful pair of ocean-blue eyes ever created. He blinks a couple of times to adjust to the sudden intake of light and energy flow. You just look at him.

“Aw, c’mon. You don't find me attractive? Should I have left ‘em on?” He jokes with you. You watch his eyes crinkle up from him smiling.

“S-Satoru,” you say as you look into his bright eyes. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are so beautiful.” Your cheeks are flushing pink.

Now here is a thing no one would ever have imagined to see, the Satoru Gojo is blushing. His cheeks are a dusty pink color. He feels very vulnerable right now. No woman has ever had him feeling like this. Is this love? He doesn’t know but what he does know is that you make him happy beyond his wildest dreams. He smiles a genuine smile and you watch as it reaches his eyes. He is so adorable right now. You think you could get used to this Satoru. Yes, you loved when he was joking and teasing you but you also loved that he was showing you this side of himself that was so defenseless, so free.

“Well thank ya, my pretty girl.” He says as he pinches your side causing you to flinch and laugh.

“Why have you been hiding them?” You ask.

“My six eyes? It’s the Gojo clan's inherited gift, not everyone is born with 'em though. It grants me an incredible perception of cursed energy. I can distinguish different people and curses from miles away. It also lets me control my cursed energy. That combined with my limitless technique and you have the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.” He says as he leans back on the bench. “If I have them uncovered for long periods of time, it can fatigue me a little.”

“I didn’t know it was that powerful Satoru, but always remember that you're more than just the strongest sorcerer.” You say to him with a soft smile. Having that kind of capability just from taking off the coverings from his eyes is astonishing. You can’t imagine the physical strain of seeing everyone’s flow of cured energy all the time must do to him. “Wait,” you say. “If you can see cursed energy from everyone around you…” your voice fades off as you think about earlier. Oh, this man…he-he…

“Let you hit me earlier?” He says with a smug grin. “Yes princess, I did.”

You look at him stunned and a bit annoyed. You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “Satoru! Why would you do that? I thought I was getting better!” You speak like a scorned child.

He lets out a laugh and pinches your cheek. “You are gettin’ better. I’m just not the person who’s ass you could ever kick.” He says cockily with a wink. “You've been doin’ so much over the last month, I wanted to show my appreciation for all your hard work.” He says genially. “Plus, I wanted to get you all to myself for a bit.” He says grinning and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Before anything else can be said or done, Ijichi comes running up to the both of you. He stands behind the bench. “Satoru, there you are.” He says out of breath from running around.

Gojo lets out a groan, putting his sunglasses back on. “Ijichi, are ya related to Kugisaki by chance?”

Ijichi looks very confused. “No Gojo. Why would you think that?”

He sighs and throws his head back looking at Ijichi behind him. “Because you two have the shittiest timin' ever.” He says rather gravely.

Ijichi looks like he’s about to shit his pants. He hates it when Gojo gets serious, especially towards him. “imverysorrypleasedonthurtme.” He rushes out.

Satoru chuckles. “Expect a forehead flick. What did you want?”

“Principal Yaga called and requested you back at the school. He said there is a grade one curse he needs you to take care of.” Ijichi informs him, covering his forehead already imagining the pain of said forehead flick.

Satoru scoffs. “Like that’ll take any time at all.” He lifts his head back up and looks at you. “Sorry pretty, but we gotta go.” You hop off his lap and straighten out your dress. Satoru leans down to whisper in your ear so Ijichi can’t hear. “When I do finally get you to myself, I promise to show ya a real good time.” He says the innuendo like it was nothing which causes you to blush bright pink.

Satoru grabs your hand and you start walking back to the car with him and Ijichi. You all get in and head back to the school. On the way back you start to relive the day. It was such a fun time getting away from school and just being able to spend time with Satoru. You love that he is opening up to you. You can tell you're starting to fall for this man, and hard. Little did you know, Satoru Gojo was starting to feel the same for you, he was just too scared to admit it. He didn’t want to put you in the position of being worried about him all the time, even though he knew nothing would happen to him. After all, he was the strongest…but sometimes it felt nice to be weak in front of the right person.

[gibbearish]

vent

[be-good-to-bugs]

having ocs is great until you have to organize them

[arolesbianism]

Oh baby I am getting way to ambitious with my current oni run for someone who's laptop starts screaming anytime it opens steam

[souhiyaoi]

i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move i don't wanna move

[coconutdays]

seat taker

s. you have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?

w.c. 10.6k

w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut! (its more so toward the end so u can read until it cuts off to that lol if u want)

a/n: based on this idea I posted about biker!geto from uni lol, I didn't really proofread so ill get to that sometime later after I shower and eat lol just wanted to get this out

"go sit next to him then."

you take a nervous gulp from your water bottle as you walk to your lit class. the effort was a bit clumsy considering you were using one hand to open and close it while the other held your phone, your friend on the other line.

"never, would I ever have the balls to do that. i may be confident but I am not as delusional as the caveman gym bro that took your seat so he could sit next to me in anthropology."

she laughs on the other end, a hysterical giggle at your backtalk.

"well then he's just gonna keep thinking you're creepy cause you stare."

you let out a haughty scoff, "as if I acknowledge his existence." a finger of yours goes up in the air, as if she could see you being a smartass about your discretion, "I never look at him. I only get in a glance or two when he asks the professor a question or when he raises his hand to answer a question."

"you're insane."

"unfixable." you sigh prettily and proudly before giving a more serious response to her first suggestion, "and it would be really awkward if I sat next to him either way. the class is packed and everyone has their assigned unassigned seats, the white haired guy that always sits next to him would probably push me off his seat if he ever saw me there."

"that is true. some girl did that to me in stats and I was like ??? have you not been sitting somewhere else this entire semester? pissed me off that I had to sit somewhere else and take someone's seat."

you're about five seconds away from your lecture hall door when you add to her complaint.

"right. and then that person looks at you funny cause you took their seat and then argh–its just a fucking domino effect." you turn around and take a step into the class, the sight before you bringing emphasis to the last words that you meant to finish off with, "fuck seat takers..."

"huh. what was that last part?"

your classroom is full. every one of the 200 seats are seemingly just taken. it's a sight you're not used to when you walk into class. normally, when you decide to go in, about half of the class is there, and you were starting to curse the fact that you gave yourself the luxury to finish the last of your reading for next week ahead of time. those ten minutes didn't seem like they'd make a difference, they sure do now...

with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.

its across the lecture hall from where he normally sits, next to Geto, who just so conveniently has an empty seat next to him, the only empty seat.

poker face, poker face, poker face.

it's all you repeat to yourself as you walk up the carpet steps to the row where Geto is sitting and try to continue the conversation with your friend.

there's no white noise, some people are typing away at their computers and others are chatting with the person next to them or near them, so it gives you room to explain yourself a little without being heard.

"everybody's already in class, and white haired guy is in my seat dude, and guess which seat isn't fucking taken." there's an edge to your voice, however it lays undetectable with your calm face.

"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHA–"

you can feel your body heating up in nerves when you start walking between Geto's row, to the seat next to him.

"stop f/n. I am on the verge of committing a serious crime. I'm going to actually end up in handcuffs by the end of today. the–"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." She keeps laughing at you as you force yourself to not care that you're pulling out and sinking into the chair next to Geto. If he acknowledged you, you wouldn't have known, his mere presence something you deleted from your mind in order to process the current events before you right now.

a high pitched and drawn out HA is the last of her laughs you hear before she speaks again, "I basically manifested this for you. you should be thanking me."

"fuck your manifesting. I'm not excited for this." you don't care to filter your voice into a whisper, it stays at its normal tone even though you're next to Geto because he didn't even know what the conversation was about anyway.

you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while you begin to take out your iPad and journal for class.

"ask him for a ride on his motorcycle after heh." she pokes at you and you feel like you can hear her poking out her tongue in malevolence.

even though you're slightly grumpy at your predicament, you manage to make a comment accompanied by a sigh, "with the way midterms are looking, id need a different kind of ride."

"you can ask him for that too~"

"shut up, you menace."

"hehe," she strikes evilly, "well, I'll leave you to your class with your boyfriend."

"no, stop, the class doesn't even–"

"bye!"

and she hung up on you, leaving you to flip mindlessly through your notebook while you try to ignore the presence of the hot hot hot piece of sexiness next to you.

suguru geto has been at the forefront of your mind for weeks now. you had always slightly admired him from afar, considering your actual seat in the lecture hall was across the room from him. he was undeniably attractive, with his long black always tied up in a bun and clean outfits. and his intelligence, he was always one to garner thoughtful debates in class in response to the professors teachings. his calmness towards everything was enough to make you swoon at the thought go him being that patient with you too.

and his stupid motorcycle, the thing that made it all click for you.

you had been walking to the library after class to meet with your classmate to work on an anthropology presentation when you caught a glimpse–stare–of him getting onto a motorcycle and pulling a helmet over his head before he quickly rode off to wherever he was going. for some reason, it really got your gears grinding and wishing you could just jump this man and do some truly desperate things.

he was all you thought about after. none of the other cute guys in your classes could hold a candle to the being that is suguru geto, renouncing you into a pining mess that looked forward to every lit class–even though you pretended you didn't care for him.

god, what even was the point in all of this if you weren't ever going to make a move? if he just SPOKE to you first maybe you could get some rizz in–

"you have pretty handwriting."

"I–what?"

you perk up like a deer in headlights at the sudden voice of Geto, wondering if you're the one he's speaking to.

and he is, he's spinning a pen between his fingers while he looks at you, slightly gesturing towards the journal in your hands, your cursive covering the pages of it.

"oh!" you're still caught off guard, doe eyes in the face of his sudden and scary, to you, comment, "thank you. can't even read it sometimes though, it's like trying to understand another language when I have to study what I write after."

he smiles slightly at your comment, a whisp of his dark hair swaying near his right eye, "I think it'd be cool to try and translate."

you resist the urge to curl into a ball and wish he would just look away from you, but you persevere, holding out your journal to him.

"be my guest." you say without hesitance

he sets his pen aside when he grabs it, immediately flipping through the pages and starting to skim through your notes, his eyes moving side to side as he does. you get a good view of him while he goes about trying to decipher your writings. he's wearing a black shirt today, it's not exactly tight, but not loose either. it gives you the perfect view of his arms bulging a bit, his biceps' size is an eye sore for you.

he's wearing these black stud earrings too, only visible because of the bun that he keeps his long hair. you wish you could see how long his hair actually was sometimes, he had never worn it down to class.

"looks like I'm more versed in your cursive than you are." he glances at you, a faint smile on his lips

your eyebrows raise a little and your eyes widen, "what? you can read it?"

he closes the journal and slides it to your spot on the very long lecture table. geto then leans over to your side a bit, close to your ear, and starts to point across the room to his white haired friend.

"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"

the question sends chills down your spine, the proximity making your heart race.

"y-yeah."

"silver spoon baby. learned cursive when he was four and it's basically incomprehensible unless you've been sharing notes with him since high school."

a laugh flows out of your lips, etching a smile on your face. your shoulder slightly bumps into his chest from it before you turn your head to directly face his.

"and I'm taking it that you're well versed in his cursive then too?"

he looks at you with a slight dreaminess in his eyes, his height still domineering over you even if you were both seated next to each other.

"have to be, would have failed lots of class projects if I didn't"

you take the opportunity to poke about the whereabouts of his friend in your seat now that he's been mentioned.

"and why's he sitting over there then?" you blink up at him for a response

at this, geto sinks back to his original position on his chair, face a million miles away from yours now as he goes back to fiddling with his pen.

"he's...trying to flirt with the girl he's talking to right now." he shakes his head a little, although there isn't much of a disappointed look in his face, it's more entertained. he was probably used to his friend's antics by now.

"ah. at least it looks like she's into it." you dispense the weight of your head onto the palm of your hand as you look at his friend with him, "could not have been me."

"what?"

you don't turn to look at him as you respond, "this Andrew Tate gym bro took my friend's seat to sit next to me in my anthropology class the other day. tried speaking to me like those guys who swear all you need is a computer to become a millionaire. worst ninety minutes of my life."

you hear a puff of a laugh from geto

"I can guarantee you Gojo has better skills than that. he's probably talking about his Halloween party for this weekend."

you flip your head to look at him suddenly, "he's that guy?"

every big party that everyone talked about on campus was always held by Gojo. they had numerous amounts of beers and liquor bottles. always the best music, the best hookup stories, the best snacks, everything. you hadn't put a face to the name until now, although it should've clicked when you found out Geto's name. his was always being paired with Gojo, as some would put it, two pretty best friends.

geto could see the gears turning in your head and his eyes creased a little at your realization in a smile, "yea, that's the guy."

you're a bit taken aback by his confirmation and turn to take another look at gojo before looking back at geto.

amused, geto speaks again, "by all means, go for it, he's–"

you quickly shake your head and stretch out both your hands to frantically do the same, "no, god, no. i'm not into him. it's just I didn't know that was him. I always hear good things about his parties."

geto nods, "he has an affinity for making sure everyone has a good time. you ever been to one?"

you shake your head, "never, haven't had the chance to or been invited."

"you should go to the Halloween one." geto suggests, gesturing his pen in your direction before going back to spinning it around his fingers, "you know where it is?"

you shake your head again, now completely facing his direction, the attention you were giving to his friend gone and now placed on him.

geto gestures towards your journal and reaches for it, "may I?"

you nod, curious at what he was going to do.

he flips the journal and opens the very last page, guaranteed to be blank and begins writing something on it.

when he pushes it back to your side of the table, you can see what he's written now, an address.

"that's where the frat house is."

you wiggle your eyebrows a little at him, "you in the frat too?"

geto laughs fully this time and shakes his head, "no. I have my own apartment. that's just gojo's thing."

you acknowledge him and look over the address written on your journal, "I'll think about it. have to wear my costume somewhere right?"

"what is it?" he tilts his head curiously, genuine interest in what you would choose to dress up as.

you try to bite back the smile at the knowledge you have of your costume and choose to leave it up in the air for him, tapping your journal on his shoulder.

"now that is something for you to find out if you see me at the party."

just how it's entailed in mean girls, you dress up slutty for gojo's halloween party. you wore a playboy bunny costume, close to one of the sluttier things you can wear, but it's rare recently for girls to wear as opposed to the trendy fairy and angel costumes lately.

although it isn't exactly halloween yet, its the first out of the two parties gojo was holding in honor of the holiday. next weekend there would be another one on the actual day, but you didn't know if you'd go that one yet, you were going to see what this one was all about though.

you brought your friend with you, hooking her up with the address geto provided you because she had been aching to go to one of gojo's parties too.

your eyes light up when you see geto's sleek black motorcycle parked near the garage as the both of you walk to the door.

"god, there's so many people inside." your friend all but screeches in excitement and you would too if it weren't for the nerves of impending doom that geto, your everything crush and classmate, was going to see you wearing this.

the chills that come from the thought make you rub your shoulders for heat as you walk inside and the blaring of the music becomes even more booming now that it isn't being shielded by the walls of the house.

"where do you think the drinks are?" you try to speak up, a trace of small worry at bumping into geto laced in your voice.

she raises her head up and looks around to see where she could spot the alcohol until she starts dragging you by the hand, "the kitchen is over here I think!"

she pushes the both of you past clusters of people, paving the way for her desire for vodka and it makes you bump into someone a bit roughly.

you try to voice out your apology quickly as she keeps dragging you along, looking back at who you just bumped into.

it's geto.

his eyes show mild surprise, not one for entirely showing his emotions, they're widened a bit and he looks a bit taken aback while his eyes rake up and down your body–still being dragged away. he's not wearing a costume, sporting a white t-shirt and jeans instead.

the words of apology you were going to utter fall off as you make eye contact and realize it was him you bumped into, he who just got an obvious look at your costume.

you're glad the speed of your friend makes the interaction short lived due to her lightning speed in suddenly bringing you to the kitchen, which is lined with beer and liquor of all kinds, every space of the spacious kitchen taken up by alcohol.

you hurriedly reach to serve yourself a cup of strawberry vodka, hoping that the first sip and those after might make your nerves dilute. when you turn around to talk to your friend, who's probably already served herself straight flavorless vodka, she's being flirted with by her anthropology club crush. she gives you a quick glance, a combination of 'oh my god oh my god' and 'sorry' being communicated to you.

you smile at her knowingly and point towards where everyone was dancing and talking, marking that that's where you would be while you left her to go as far as she wanted with the boy in front of her.

you're halfway through the crowd to make it to the patio when a voice is suddenly in your ear from behind.

"is it as cool as people say?"

you jump at the intrusion and cradle the cup of vodka to your chest and look at who just spoke to you.

it's geto, exactly behind you, his large frame towering over your body and leaned over so you could hear him.

you're stopped in your tracks and turn around to face him now, trying hard not to feel intimated by your basically half naked right in front of him.

"yeah!" you nod

geto turns his head a little from his spot at least a foot above you and leans down again, at level heads with you

"sorry, say that again." he looks at you earnestly, wanting to be able to properly hear your answer with the loud music echoing into your ears and his.

"I said yeah! I didn't know parties could be this packed!" you say, taking a nervous sip from your cup as you look at him

"what happened to your friend?" geto keeps his posture the way it is to keep talking to you

"the guy she likes started talking to her!" you exclaim past the loud blare of music.

"ah." he nods, taking a quick glance to the kitchen and spotting your friend smiling eagerly at the guy in a jason costume in front of her. "what are you going to do then?"

you blink cluelessly, haven't actually thought about until he asked you.

"dance!" you look around the room so he could look with you. bodies pressed against each other and bodies dancing by themselves all across the room.

geto smiles and straightens himself before reaching a hand out to you and gives you a look of 'wanna take it?'

you can't help the bashful smile that makes its way to your face as you hesitantly take his hand. he softly brings you closer to him, not as close as the other horny bodies in the room, but it's a little intimate and makes you feel intoxicated. he puts his other hand high on your waist, making sure to avoid the sluttiness beneath that line of your torso considering your outfit, and he starts to sway the both of you to the music. he holds you to himself with you hook an arm over his shoulder and use the other hand to hold your drink, singing along to the music with a toothy smile.

it was playful, the interaction with him, a fun setting between the both of you. the combination of that and the large heap of strawberry vodka you served yourself and managed to finish by the second song with him were the reason for your increasing comfortable nature with him. you were laughing and laying your head on his chest frequently through your endless bursts of energy and gasping breaths for relief.

he was smiling throughout the entirety of it, never getting too comfortable though, and keeping his hands where they had originally been.

"I just wanna be one of your girls tonight!" you sing at the top of your lungs.

geto lets go of one of the hands encircling you and instead reaches for one of the hands splayed across his shoulder and chest, caressing it with a thumb.

you tug at him a little with your other hand and he leans down to hear what you're about to say.

"wanna get drinks?" you ask, craving a sweet hard seltzer instead of another pour of vodka.

"you want something?" geto asks you back

"are there any strawberry drinks?" you blink up at him

geto looks like he's thinking for a second, trying to remember the usual drinks his best friend caters, before he nods, "yeah there are. want me to get you one?"

you nod eagerly at him and follow him to kitchen. he had taken a hold of your hand when he noticed you were going to accompany him, he didn't want you to struggle getting through all those people.

he had been bent over to look through a cooler on the floor before he stood up and held out a strawberry daiquiri to you, "here."

"thank you." you nod before you jump and sit on the countertop so you could rest and drink

you notice geto doesn't have a drink in his hand when he leans against the kitchen island in front of you.

"you didn't want a drink?"

geto shakes his head calmly, "gotta drive back."

"oh." you remember his motorcycle from earlier near the garage and strike another question so he doesn't know that you know he has a motorcycle. incredible logic.

"what kinda car do you have?"

"ah, not a car, a motorcycle." he smiles slightly, the answer was humble

"oh~"you drag out–as if it was new information to you–and continue drinking from your bottle.

"you have a ride back home though?" geto asks, crossing his arms over his chest so he could be more comfortable while listening to you.

"uhh," you reach for your phone and see a message from your friend asking if it was okay for her to go to McDonalds with her crush, "well I was going to uber with my friend, but she just had a change of plans."

"I can take you home." he offers genuinely, tilting his head in await for your answer.

"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out

he starts laughing heartily at your answer and smirks at you when he speaks again, "never been on one?"

"no." you shake your head, a bit intimidated, "what if I fall. im literally naked im gonna get cut up by the road."

geto smiles at you, "that's a fair concern, but I'll give you my helmet and let you borrow my jacket, it's big, it should cover you up a bit no?"

although the alcohol leaves your brain empty, you think it over which involved nothing but staring at him in supposed 'thought' before you nod, "okay."

"can I give you my number? so you can send me your address?" geto asks, shuffling a little bit closer to you

"mhm." you hand your phone to him and watch as he types away into your phone before he hands it back to you. when you stare back at his contact name, suguru geto, it makes a dawn of realization wash over you.

"you don't know my name, rig–"

"y/n."

you do a double take at how fast he says it and his eyes crease at your reaction.

"what?"

"you get involved in the lectures a lot." he takes note for you

"oh." you sink back into yourself

"do you know mine?"

you shyly respond with a, "yea, you get involved a lot too..."

"good to know." he grins a little, watching as you take the last sip of your drink and gesturing back towards the dancing scene, "wanna go back?"

"yeah." you confirm softly, taking the hand he gives you so you can get off the countertop smoothly. and when your feet touch the ground, you yelp, "ow ow ow ow!"

the hour of pure dancing and jumping around had not been a good rival for your new and tall heels. they were a height you had walked before, but the shoes themselves were new and not worn in, causing a great deal of pain across your entire foot.

geto held you by just below your armpits, the worry he had seeping through in his widened eyes and his leaning over to see if he find out what was wrong with you.

"what's wrong?" he asks quickly

"the heels," you scrunch up your nose in pain and sigh, "they hurt like a bitch now that I got a bit of rest."

you can tell geto feels bad about your pain by the way he grimaces for you and plants you on the countertop again. he suddenly kneels down and begins to work at the clasps of your heels.

"you can borrow my shoes. that sound alright?" he looks up at you from where he's at, already sliding one of the heels from your feet.

you're quick to deny, "but what about you?"

"satoru and I are the same size, I can just ask him for a pair, he has a million."

you give in at his response, embarrassed, "okay."

"you want me to take you home now?" he lightheartedly smiles as he works on the other heel, "I think you can walk in my shoes, but dancing doesn't seem doable."

"well yea." you say dejectedly, a little frown etching itself on your face when he finally comes back up, his lips quirk up a little when he sees it

"wait for me here then." he says, putting your shoes next to you on the countertop before he walks off a little hurriedly to you assume gojo's room.

when geto walks you to his motorcycle, he takes your heels and puts them in the compartment box of it for you, then takes his helmet and immediately puts it on your head.

an 'oomf' leaves your mouth at the sudden weight of it and he looks a little amused as he starts working at the straps of it.

"there you go."

he smirks a little as he looks at the, very large in comparison to you, helmet, and picks up his jacket that he brought back from gojo's room to put on you.

"there we go" he sighs, almost like he's proud of himself and gets on the motorcycle, turning his torso a little to pat behind him for you to get on too.

when you get on and take in the feeling of sitting on a motorcycle for the first time, he's turned around and looking at his phone, pinching and zooming in on the route to your apartment.

"you actually live pretty close to me." he murmurs, noting what roads to take.

"yeah?" you yawn, laying your head on his back

"alright," geto says, starting up his motorcycle, revving it up a bit, "hug me tight okay?"

you nod sleepily and wrap your arms around him, brain so eased by the alcohol in your system that you don't overthink it, as if your sober self wouldn't be screaming and crying on the inside during this exact situation.

geto drives off at a decent pace, some part of you thinking that this might not be the speed he normally drives off and that he was taking it a bit slower just for you. you could feel him breathe in and out all throughout the ride, his chest and stomach were rising and falling underneath your touch. you fell half asleep on him halfway through it, managing to grasp onto him like a child with their stuffed animal, and unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids.

you blink back to reality at the sudden stop of movement, the stilling air was no longer brushing past your skin and the noise of wheels screeching against the road was gone.

after geto helps you get his helmet off, he hangs it on one of the handles and takes your heels out of the compartment box.

"this is your place right?"

another yawn flutters past your mouth again and you hold out your pointer finger to say yes.

"alright." geto says, watching as you lead the way into and through your apartment and to your place. he had placed a ghost of his hand near your back in case you started to trip up from his shoes considering their size in comparison to your feet. the walk was quiet considering your focus on making it to your door and the overwhelming sleepiness dawning on you.

when you get to your door you slip off geto's shoes and them to him, taking your heels from him in return.

"thank you, geto." you hold try not to yawn again, doe eyes sleepily fluttering at him

"you can call me by my first name." he comments comfortingly, "and no problem. see you in class?"

"yeah." and this time you do yawn, again, before you open your door and walk inside, looking at him while you hold onto the frame.

"alright then." he looks down at you from across the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his shoes, "get some rest okay?"

"okay." you almost murmur, your bed calling out to you.

you get to class at the time you usually do the following class meeting. the weather forecast had been a little chilly, so you opted for a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. it was fashionable and you had been dying to use it the moment you saw the weather forecast the night before.

you're scribbling notes onto your iPad this time, going over lecture notes from your earlier class that day. there were some things you forgot to add and that's what you always used this time for before class started. you see the class start filling in minute by minute out of your peripheral vision as you do this.

your habit of pretending to not care about suguru's presence is still existent, so all you can see for a fleeting second when you look into your backpack for a mint is that he is indeed sitting at his normal spot with gojo.

there was no chance to look at him that day in class, he hadn't spoken, which wasn't really rare, sometimes you wouldn't speak in class either. you, however, did speak in class that day, the module that the professor was teaching that day had piqued your interest a great amount and thus called for a great amount of your interaction with the lesson.

by the end of class, you were setting quick reminders on the notes you had taken of what was the most important before you started packing your bag to leave. the sound of feet and shuffling to leave the class a bit noisy, but it could let you make out the distant loud voice of gojo, probably talking to suguru.

"I have been on my best behavior. I do not know what you mean by that Suguru." "No no no that was a favor, look where it got you." "Oh you are such a wuss."

It was only a little appealing considering the fact that you couldn't hear what suguru was saying and the things that gojo was saying didn't let you get any clues as to what they were talking about. oh well.

you wanted to go home and start studying for a test tomorrow, so you started walking out of class, past suguru and gojo's line of view.

you heard a smack, like one of them had hit the other.

and gojo's voice, "idiot."

you were sitting at your desk, going over the last of your test review when you felt your phone buzz across the desk and picked it up

suguru

hey

y/n

hi

suguru

you wanna take satoru's seat next class?

y/n

he wants to flirt with mika again?

suguru

not rlly lol.

y/n

?????

suguru

I think it'd be cool to switch desk buddies every once in a while ;)

y/n

lmaooo. I won't tell mika if that's what you're scared of

suguru

haha, that's not rlly the case, but just take his seat

y/n

okay?

when you go to class again that same week, you hesitantly take gojo's seat. there was no follow up text from suguru after you said your okay and it was a little off putting. of course it had only been that night and the day after that he hadn't texted again, but it was a little weird, especially for it being the very first text conversation he strikes with you. the only thing that had been exchanged between either of you in your messages had been your address to him from gojo's party.

there were no notes for you to go over, there was no test or important knowledge that you had to use soon in any upcoming classes, so you were left to wait for the class to begin while you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and watched people come into class.

three minutes had passed before suguru and gojo were walking into class together. gojo was rubbing his friend's shoulder rather roughly, a fang filled smile on his face as he said something to him. suguru didn't seem to mind it, like many things, his eyes still had that warmth they always had, but it looked like he had said something back.

gojo playfully shoved suguru forward by the back before he laughed evilly and walked to your original seat, if you were right, you could see his bright blue eyes flick to you for a second behind his glasses before he smiled at the girl he flirted with last week.

you look up at suguru as he finally gets to the seat next to you.

"hey." he sighs with a smile as he plops into the seat.

"hey." you smile only halfway, a little tired from staying up to finish a homework the night before.

"sorry about the cryptic texts." he starts to apologize, moving his chair a little closer to yours, "satoru took my phone."

ah. that's why it seemed so out of character

"it's fine." you reassure, "they were a little off putting to read."

suguru scratches at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about that. I meant to text after but I felt awkward."

"really? about?"

for the first time, you see him stumble on what to say, hesitance obvious when he opens and closes his mouth for a painfully slow second before he manages to respond, "to see if you were coming to the party on actual Halloween night this weekend."

"oh." your mouth opens in a little oh, oblivious to what he really wanted to say, "I'm not too sure. my friend that I went to the party with is spending it with that same guy she left with. so I don't have anyone to go with. plus I already used my costume."

"what's wrong with using the playboy bunny costume again?"

you eye him, disappointed, and lean over to flick his forehead, "i...am not an outfit repeater, suguru. the people who saw me at last week's party are going to remember me and say 'she's using the same costume again, what a loser'"

he gazes back at you as if you pat his head instead of just flicking it, warmth and a hint of mischief seeping into his stare, "you're right, you did catch a lot of attention."

"what?"

suguru leans back in his seat and answers, "you looked beautiful. it was hard to ignore."

"for who?"

"for me and every guy with eyes at the party."

he seems calm and confident when he says it, but his cheeks and ears start to get a slight pinkish hue as he awaits your response.

you try to keep looking at him, fighting the need to look away and wait for the professor to start class, your flustered face saying all too well what you're feeling, "what am I supposed to say to that?"

"you don't have to." suguru moves forward, positions his feet to face you as well as his face, and puts his elbow on the table, slanting his body onto it a little, "The president of gojo's frat asked for your name. He really liked you."

"Zenin?!"

"You like him?" he asks, with the tone of a guy who would try to set you up with the president if you said yes.

you shake your head, gaze looking down in embarrassment, "no no. it just caught me off guard..."

"if you like Toji it's fine," he tries to lower his head so he could catch your eye again, speaking earnestly yet something about it sounds like it's fake, it's weird, "he's like a dog, treat him well and he's loyal. although he can be brutally possessive, probably the type to leave hickeys on your legs if you're going to be with him and wear a costume like the one from the party."

"no, I don't like him. he's not my type." you answer meekly, having felt a bit of pressure from his boasts of the frat president.

"no?"

"no."

and before he can continue with his intense conversation again, you're saved by your professor, dramatically entering the class and bellowing for all of you to pay attention to him.

when your class ends, you try and succeed at scampering away from suguru before he can get a word out. as if she possessed magical powers, your friend called you the moment your professor ended the lesson. within the millisecond her name popped up on your phone, you grabbed at your phone at put it to your ear.

"hello?"

"hey hey! I have a question!"

you pay no mind to suguru as you haul your backpack over your shoulders and begin to walk out of class.

"what's up?"

"do you want the extra halloween costume I bought? levi is taking me to dinner on halloween for our date and I won't get to use it."

"the fembot costume?!"

you can almost makeout the banter between suguru and gojo a way's away behind you as you walk down the concrete steps of the building.

"yeah! you can go to gojo's party in it!" she beams, before her voice gains a bit of malice, "you can dance with motorcycle guy again~"

"go there by myself?" you groan, almost wanting to stomp your feet on the pavement beneath you

"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"

"well I've never done that." you grumble

"aw come on. use the costume and go for me. pretty pleaseeeee."

"I'm going to give you a reason to be scared on halloween if this goes south for me. got it?"

it's cold when you get to gojo's party and you're beyond psyched out of your mind. from the unbelievably slutty costume that let everyone see your naked body in panties due to sheer babydoll material and the fear of coming across a very handsome suguru or toji zenin, who as handsome as he was might be able to seduce you, but you didn't want him like you did suguru.

you're more conscious of the stares now, due to suguru's previous comment and the fact that this costume was way more revealing.

on instinct you rush to the kitchen and get a strawberry daiquiri like the one suguru got for you exactly a week ago. you didn't want to get drunk tonight considering you came by yourself, so reaching for the strawberry vodka again was not within your list of options.

your eyes were on high alert as you pushed yourself through the countless bodies dancing, trying to remain unseen.

it doesn't give you cause to hide for some reason, considering he's suguru's friend, but you see satoru strut to the kitchen in a slutty firefighter costume. he was wearing the pants and boots, and nothing on top but a set of suspenders. classic.

however, you do a double take when you suguru geto wearing that same exact costume. you swear you feel your eye twitch in frustration when your eyes see his hair finally down, splayed across his back and chest, and get a peek of a tattoo tracing his spinal structure, bone for bone, going all the way up his back until it gets interrupted by his hair. his arms are practically calling to you when he fist bumps a toji zenin wearing a prisoner costume, they flex and bulge at the action. his abs are all perfectly prominent and–

he just made eye contact with you.

you hadn't gojo walk up to him and whisper something into his ear, probably that you were here.

fuck you satoru gojo.

suguru smiles immediately and turns to walk to you, leaving you to stay in place and not run away from him.

"you bought another costume?"

"no," you feel your chest heave at the sight of him, breath getting caught in your throat with his very shirtless self right in front of you. it makes you look off to a girl dancing behind him when you continue, "my friend gave me hers because she didn't end up dressing up."

"you want me to bring zenin?" he points a thumb behind him, towards the kitchen, face the definition of calm and suave.

you glare at him this time and take a sip of your daiquiri

"what? feeling shy?" he smiles down at you, if he weren't such a peaceful seeming person, you would have said it was condescending

"I'm not into zenin." a tinge of irritation already seeping into your voice.

"you sure?" he moves closer to you, your face right smack in front of his chest.

"yes." you jut your chin at him, done with his shenanigans

his lips twitch a little when he tugs your strawberry daiquiri out of your hands, grabs you by the neck, thumb close to your chin, and says, "open your mouth." he immediately starts to chug from your daiquiri and the thought of realization dawns on you of what he was about to do.

you open your mouth and he pushes his body closer to yours as he spits the drink into your mouth, his eyes solely on yours as he does it besides for when he briefly looks at something or someone behind you rather haughtily. he's still holding you and intently watching when you swallow it down immediately. that familiar happy crease of his eyes sketched itself across his face after.

you're heaving a little, star struck by the action the both of you just committed, "what was that suguru?"

"scaring off zenin. you don't want him right?"

his eyelids flutter a bit, something yours did whenever they were sleepy and it makes you search into his eyes more. your curiosity dying when you see the sudden red veins clouding the whites of his eyes. and you push him off.

"are you kidding me? you're high?"

"and drunk." he smiles, not minding your pushing him off and still inserting himself into your personal space again.

you try to speak and can't, solely out of irritation at the fact that he did that because of his intoxicated state. you bite your lip to stop yourself from overreacting and settle for shaking your head.

"you don't like guys who smoke?" he asks, genuine concern laced with his stupid crossed persona at the moment, "I tend to never smoke, but satoru passed me his joint when I was already at the 'whatever happens' point of a tequila bottle ."

"I really don't care about that in a guy, as long as he's not a musty constant weed user that can never cope with his life." you roll your eyes at him slightly, "but you just spit alcohol into my mouth because you're crossed as fuck."

"no." he scoffs, now entirely entranced in his conversation with you.

"yes."

"I spit alcohol into your mouth so zenin wouldn't come up to you."

the response makes you cross your arms over each other, "a simple 'hey she's not into you like that' would have sufficed."

"where's the fun in that?" its a serious question for him, you can tell by the way he patiently waits for your answer

irked, you look up at the ceiling while biting your cheek, trying to gather yourself again before you say, "sober up geto." and turning to walk away.

you made it your mission to stay hidden the entire party, having entered the deal with your best friend that if the night turned sour for you, she would come with her boy whatever to pick you up in his car

after their date.

which wasn't going to end until an hour or two.

the garage had stayed open to the enormous frat house, although there weren't any people in it. people had respected the space, leaving the miscellaneous in it untouched such as the two cars and...suguru's bike.

you eyed it from the rather comfy bean bag in the darkest corner of the garage, feeling a fight or flight instinct at the mere glimpse of it whenever you looked up from your phone.

it had been almost two hours since you last suguru and you were striving to keep the streak going on longer.

"told you I'm going home satoru." a wary and very sobered up voice says when they open the door to the garage, "I drank enough water, I'm sober."

it's suguru.

there is no stagger in his step and his posture is refined as he walks to lean again the trunk of the car furthest from you and closest to his bike. you remain hidden due to the cars covering you from his line of sight as well as the sheer darkness of the corner.

he's wearing a shirt now, another black one, and he rakes his hands across face when he gives a defeated sigh. you hoped he wouldn't notice you.

this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.

suguru pulls outs his phone from one of the spacious pockets of his fireman pants and he starts to type away immediately. there's a slight buzz from your phone seconds within the action.

suguru

are you still here?

I'm sobered up now.

he shoves his phone back in his pocket after. and you watch as he stays where he is, crossing his arms across his chest while he waits a good five minutes for you to respond, which you don't do. he gets his phone out again after and taps something randomly before he puts his phone up to his ear.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

the strong buzzing of your phone on your thigh make a ricochet that gets's fine tuned ears pick up quickly.

"y/n?" he's shining his phone's flashlight on you, squinting his eyes just a little to try and make you out.

nervous, you mutter, "what."

suguru turns the light off and sighs, walking to your corner, his eyes already getting adjusted to the darkness.

"why didn't you answer me?"

"do you really not know the answer?"

"you're right." he sinks down in front of you, sitting down on the floor and brushing a stressed hand through his hair. his legs are stretched out and basically manspread even though he's not on a chair.

"satoru didn't text you to switch seats with him because he wanted to flirt with mika" he comes forth, both of his hands laying across his knees.

you're confused, "but–"

"it was a wild attempt of his to help me talk to you again." and he laughs, a burst of energy randomly gracing the intense air. suguru raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck while his chest and stomach ricochet and his teeth peek out from his mouth.

"truth is, I really like you." he's still smiling.

the declaration makes you stare blankly at him and a million goosebumps rise across your entire body.

"if you don't feel the same in that regard it's fine of course." he reassures, back to his normal calm self, "I just thought it would help explain my behavior."

"since when?" you peep

"our first class meeting," suguru seems a little bashful at the confession

"I have for a couple of weeks now too." you meekly profess

suguru seems genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, "you have?"

"why do you sound so surprised?" your brows knit.

"it felt like you didn't know I existed until last week." he grins followed by a small huff of humor

"oh...that," you trail off, embarrassed, "I thought pretending you didn't exist was the best way for you to not know I had a thing for you..."

"satoru is far smarter than me in that aspect." he says, "he insisted that you were doing that when I told him."

you giggle a little, "he read me like a book."

suguru hangs his head for a second and groans, still joyful, before he whips his head up and gazes at you, "I apologize for having never gathered the courage to approach you before. I have Satoru to thank for even getting me here with you in the first place."

"it's fine." you shrug, pulling at your own fingers, "we're here now aren't we?"

"we are." he agrees before leaning over. suguru grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it while his eyes never leave your own.

"want to go back to the party?" you muster past your nerves, focus solely on the warmth of his hand still holding onto yours.

suguru shakes his head lightly, "I'm enjoying it being just the two of us right now. do you want to?"

"no, I like it here too."

theres a moment of silence, where both of you stare at the hands that the both of you have connected until a strong breeze passes and flutters the thin material of your babydoll up and makes you shiver strongly.

"let me." suguru says as he hastily gets up and gets his leather jacket that's hanging from his motorcycle, then brings it back to you, helping you tuck your arms into the sleeves and get comfortable in it.

he's above you when he does it and you can see the small glances he tries to avoid giving your body, especially at the sparkly pink thong peeking through the see through material of your costume. suguru is making sure his jacket is on your properly when you call out to him suddenly.

"suguru."

he doesn't get the chance to respond when he looks back up at you and you pull him in by the material of his shirt to kiss him.

he reciprocates within seconds, after the surprise wears off and places a hand on your thigh, the other next to your head and grabbing at the beanbag. his lips are soft and have no remnants of alcohol on them, a smooth flavor of his skin and flesh meeting your tastebuds when he dips his tongue into your mouth. it elicits a groan from him when you whimper at the contact.

he pushes as much as he can into your space without falling and you follow suit, trying to lift yourself as much as possible off the beanbag to meet him.

a particular whimper has suguru pulling away from you and pulling you up by the arm so he can maneuver you to sit on the trunk of the car next to you. when he plops you down onto it, he slots his torso between your thighs and pulls you for an even deeper kiss. his hands have a strong grip on your thighs as he keeps you against him and you can feel the distinctly large throbbing of something against your panties through his pants.

"are–mmmm–you hard?" you ask through kisses

suguru can't help the grind of his bulge against your core when he answers and keeps kissing you, giving small nips to your lips, "yes."

your eyes are closed into the kiss when your hands navigate to the waistband of his pants, about to reach for–

"not here." suguru mutters and keeps both of your wrists clamped under one of his large hands.

you pull yourself away from his lips and heave, a pout of sexual frustration illustrated on your eyes and lips. "okay."

he raises a hand to caress your cheek as he smiles fondly, "what?"

"nothing."you look away for a quick second, leaning in to kiss him again after.

suguru stops you before you do though, clamping one of his hands against your mouth while the other holds the back of your head.

he's smiling even wider this time, "now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you touch me before I get to touch you?"

you slouch in his hold, too upset by the fact that you couldn't touch him or go back to kissing him to care about his words.

"you know, even satoru couldn't keep his eyes off of you in this little costume of yours." he looks down for a second so you could too, "god knows what toji was thinking. I saw the tent in his pants when you took my spit and booze like a good girl."

suguru sees the way you shift your hips for a smidge of relief at his words. "are you my good girl?" he leans his forehead across yours, hand still on your mouth. you try your best to let out a muffled 'mhm' and incessantly nod your head, eyes pleading and hands gripping onto his shirt.

"are you going to answer the phone when I text you next time?"

you give him the same answer again.

"god." he warily eyes you, gaze wandering towards the outline of your breasts and the rest that wasn't covered by your thong, "you're so beautiful."

the hand at the back of your neck trails down and moves some hair away from your shoulder, then ends up holding you by your lower back as suguru leans down and starts to mouth at your neck. he starts off small with his intentions, simply placing soft and subtle kisses, eliciting a ticklish response from you until his lips become searing and he goes in with the intent of leaving hickeys on you, it makes you squirm and suguru lets you, it's not like you can break away from his touch anyway. you use your legs to keep him caged in and closer to you eventually after the third 'pop' you heard coming from his mouth on your skin, it makes him audibly laugh for a second too.

you tug at the hand on your mouth, expecting for the task to be hard considering his build, but suguru lets his hand fall away easily and hold onto your thigh.

"what are you thinking pretty?" he asks mindlessly before going for the opposite side of your neck

"mmmm–about how good–mm–this feels."

"yeah?"

"mhm"

"tell me what you want to do. do you want me to drop you off at your place after this?" he blows on your most recent hickey and smirks when he sees you jump a little, "do you want me to get you food?"

"I want–ah!" suguru bites into your neck fairly hard, enough to make you moan and yelp at the same time, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you at my place. can we watch a scary movie?" the suggestion is simple and it isn't to hook up with him, although that's what you want more than ever now, but you don't want him to think you're that desperate so its what you settle for.

"couldn't imagine a better halloween than that." he smiles

you're under suguru, on your bed later that night, the movie you had been watching was long forgotten and the t.v. was turned off the second things started to get out of hand. it wasn't his fault no, suguru's a gentleman and when you said you just wanted to watch a movie, he was just going to watch the movie with you. you were the instigator. after you had been cuddled into his arms, near his neck, you decided to place a few loving kisses...that eventually turned into what this was with suguru getting up to take off and throw away his shirt while you hastily yanked off the long gloves of your costume.

he was needy, grinding his hips into yours the moment he came back down to kiss you.

"you have no idea how fucking bad I've been wanting you." he mutters, hissing when a particular rub pleases him the right way

it makes your back arch, "I think I do suguru."

"really?" he groans into your mouth, "you touch yourself to me like I do for you?"

"yeah." you sigh, clinging onto him even more, splaying your hand across the soft skin of his back.

"move your panties to the side."

when he feels your hand move down and follow his directions, suguru moves his down too and slides a finger across your soaked folds.

"fuck, this pussy is so wet for me. were you even trying to pay attention to the movie?"

"yes, I was." you complain, and whimper when he starts rubbing circles across your lower lips, gathering your slick for added stimulation after every rub.

he separates himself from kissing you to look down at his ministrations, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the sight.

"listen to this sloppy fucking pussy." he rubs faster and you start to jerk your hips up by natural defiance at the stimulation, but he holds you down "no, let me touch you baby." he says sternly

your breathing starts to pick up and you feel that familiar knot that only you can give yourself starting to build up in your stomach and suguru notices, looking up to smile at you.

"are you close angel?"

concentrated on the feeling, all you can do is nod your head and he speeds up his pace at it, garnering close to wanton moans from you and screech like whines.

"come on come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum cum cum cum–fuck, atta girl." suguru talks you through it, mouth opening in awe at the sight of your body going limp and your breathing slowing down, his cock even twitches at how cute it is that your legs kick a little when you cum too, he thinks he'll be able to keep them still when he gets make you cum on his cock.

you start to hiss at the overstimulation when he keeps rubbing your clit after your high, "'s too much suguru."

he doesn't stop, "you want to stop now then?"

the shake of your head makes his eyes light up and bite his lip with a grin, "then just let me keep going."

it takes all of your strength to lean up with one of your elbows and grab his wrist with the other, obvious strain written across your features when you huff, "I want you inside me."

like he knew that was what you wanted, suguru's grin grows wider, "are you sure?"

you nod your head in confirmation, followed by suguru saying, "so cute." before he gets up and pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and climbs on top of you, manhandling your legs by pinning them to either side of your head into a mating press.

he lets his cock teasingly rub up and down your folds while he leans down to nip at your ears, "let's leave your little costume on yeah?"

you nod and make a face when his tip catches on your entrance

suguru lifts his hips at your confirmation and pushes his tip in, savoring the way you're beginning to invite him inside you.

" 's so big sugu." you whimper in shock at the larger than expected intrusion

"never taken a cock this big?" he pulls out and pushes in again a little deeper

"no." you rake your hands down his arms

suguru laughs, "good thing I'm here to provide then right? see, look at you creaming around me already."

the words make you look down at where you both meet and when he pulls out again, you can see the ring and slick on his dick, it makes you shiver.

"I'll–make–this–little-fucking–pussy-take–me." he punctuates each and every one of his words with a thrust that pushes himself deeper and deeper inside you until you can fully feel his tip grazing your cervix and every vein on his dick ridging against your walls from how girthy he is.

every sound that comes out of your mouth after is incoherent when suguru starts to punishingly pummel into you and god does he keep talking to you.

"you look so pretty taking this dick baby. god, you sound even cuter than I imagined. you like getting stretched out like this? fuck, take it take it take it. wish I could make you sit on it, you'd look so cute trying to ride me."

it's all so much, especially when every thrust is accompanied by a moan or groan of his or with a sentence.

"couldn't fucking wait to get home after the party last week too. wanted to rip off that costume and fuck you till you couldn't even scream. and when you wear those skirts with pantyhose to class?" suguru groans, "all–I–can–think–about–is–bending–you–over–and–stuffing–this–pussy–with–my–cum."

"suguru!" you squeal, "im–I'm gonna cum!"

suguru tightens his hold on your thighs at the admission and starts jackhammering into you, "cum around me baby. let me fuck you through it." it almost sounds like he's starting to beg, "just cum for me, cum for me, cum–"

a silent scream leaves your mouth and you trash in suguru's hold while he keeps his furious pace.

"so pretty, angel." his eyebrows knit as he watches you orgasm and feels you clamp down on him. it has his peak lurching across his body and his thrusts grow erratic as he starts spurting his cum into you.

he leans down to kiss you as his cock twitches inside of you, leaking his cum into you each time.

at the end of the kiss, the both of you are heaving against each other, smiles on both of your faces until you erupt into laughter and giggles.

suguru is still inside you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, swiping away your sweaty baby hair, "you're cute when you cum. you kick your legs a little, I like it."

the confession has you trying to shy away and suguru laughs again, caressing your head, "why are you shying away? you wore this costume for everyone to see just a couple hours ago."

"well this is you telling me you think the way I cum is cute, its quite different than guys looking at my thong." you shakily grab onto his shoulders

"I suppose so." suguru nuzzles into your neck, "do you have a bath?"

"yeah."

"let me start one for us then." he pulls out and both of you look down at your lonely entrance until his cum starts to leak out. suguru seems entranced and you can see his cheeks start to gain a red hue accompanied by the blood starting to rush to his cock too.

suguru looks back at you the moment you do too. you reach a hand out to him and he crawls back on top of you.

"we can do that later right?"

"right."

[fangirl-dot-com]

☀️Sons, Sons, and More Sons

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Genre: Fluff/SMAU Summary: Ollie, Leo, Liam, who's next Oscar? Oh.

inspired by @pucksandpower 😊

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“CHARLES!”

The said Monegasque, who had been “innocently” snuggling his four-legged son, winced at the force and volume of your voice. 

He was currently going through everything that might have upset you in the past 20 minutes from when he got home to you just now getting out of the shower. Did he leave the toilet seat up again? Or did he forget to sort the laundry? Or maybe he didn’t clean up Leo’s toys from the bedroom? 

“Why is my Twitter blowing up?” 

Oh. That’s why. 

He whispered to Leo, “I’m in for it now.” 

And then in a louder voice he yelled, “Yes mon amour?” 

You rounded the corner of the hallway and stopped in the opening to the living room, crossing your arms. “Care to tell me why I’m getting tagged in almost every Twitter post about you adopting Oscar?” 

You wanted to break at the puppy eyes that your boyfriend was currently giving you, but you needed to stay strong. You needed to show that a man could not sway your feelings. Too bad that man was Charles Leclerc, the one that men and women alike fell to worship the ground beneath his feet. 

You couldn’t break. 

Charles brought his hand up to ruffle his hair, something he did to express some nervousness. 

“Cheri, it was just a joke. Oscar somehow finds heritage in a lot of countries. He just wanted to keep the joke going.” 

“So you decided to ‘adopt’ him so he can have another home race?” 

“Maybe?” 

“Don’t you already have enough sons anyway? I think four is too many or our house is going to overflow on family night.” 

Charles’s eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Four?” 

Now it was your turn to smirk. “Yes, four. Or are you too busy having fun with Leo to be a present father to your other two?” 

Charles tried to wrack his brain about who could be the other two. 

“Ollie?” 

“Bingo.” 

He leaned back into the couch, hands still gently petting Leo who had decided to fall asleep in the middle of his parent’s squabbles. The golden puppy was content on his dad’s warm chest, the rise and fall rocking him to sleep. 

The Ferrari driver sighed. “I don’t even know.” 

You waved your phone at him. “Twitter might be able to help you. I need to get dressed since I was rudely interrupted. I hope you find out before they get here for dinner.” 

Charles shot up making Leo yelp away from his nap. Now that he was really looking at you, he realized that you were just in a towel. A blush formed on his face, still having those boyish thoughts that he believed he was better than that. 

You walked over and bent down, face getting closer to his. 

Ah. You were going to forgive him and all would be right in the world once your lips met his. You wanted to laugh as you saw his eyes flutter shut, lips slightly puckering. 

Charles was wondering what was taking you so long when your finger touched his lips. His eyes shot open and he definitely did not whimper. You looked down at your fur-baby and gently picked him up, bringing Leo to your chest. 

“Twitter. Figure it out Leclerc.” 

Now a bit sullen, he watched you walk away. 

“Je t’aime!” 

He was responded to with a middle finger and the bedroom door slamming. A chuckle made its way from his chest as he brought his phone out. If there was one thing that you two did well, it was dramatics. 

Twitter was immediately opened once he got his phone out. He scrolled through all the tags before giving up and opening your profile. He winced at the sight of the white background, cursing his phone for updating and not keeping the dark profile. 

However, he couldn’t contain his laugh as he saw your new updated tweet. He leaned his head back, still giggling to himself. 

Charles knew that you two wanted kids at some point. But between his Formula 1 career and your business on the uprise, children really wouldn’t work well now. But deep down, he liked the idea of having a few grid kids. 

He took a minute to stop giggling before he continued his search. His eyes widened as he stopped on one of the family trees that some fan made. 

There was Leo, adopted by you and him. 

Then Ollie, who fans say that Charles conceived himself somehow. 

Oscar was newer, but still had the adopted dotted line. 

And then . . . 

Ooohhhhhhh, so that’s who he was missing. 

You took that moment to come out of the bedroom, hair now dry and fluffy from your Dyson. Leo was still in your arms, looking more awake than he had when he was with Charles. You sat down next to him, Charles taking the opportunity to put an arm around you, bringing you in closer. 

“You smell good amour.” 

You turned and smiled, leaning in to finally give him a kiss after a long day. 

“Thank you. It’s the lotion that you bought me.” 

He let out a low hum and just kept you in his arms. Leo was squirming a bit before he finally flopped over and settled in between your two bodies. 

“I figured out who our other son is.” 

Your head now rested in the crook of his neck. “Did you now.” 

“Yes. I am a stepfather to Liam?” 

Your shoulders shook with giggles. “Not the stepfather, but the father who stepped up.” 

“You spend way too much on Twitter.” 

You looked up at him, and Charles turned to look down at you. You leaned in closer to rub your noses together, giving him eskimo kisses. The Ferrari driver just closed his eyes and basked in the moment between you. 

There weren’t many times that he got something like this. So quiet and peaceful. His world was filled with so much noise. But here, he could melt into the quiet. 

“We should have dinner here with the boys after the Grand Prix on Sunday.” 

“That sounds nice. I can make the food.” 

You sat up slightly, elbow bent on the back of the couch and head resting on your hand. 

“You want to show off your cooking skills to your sons to prove that you can cook.”

Charles huffed. “I am the provider chéri.” 

You cocked your head at the Monegasque. “Whose name is on the lease mon bebe?” 

A huff was the answer, which made you cuddle Charles closer still being aware of the little baby between you. A small nip to your fingertip made you pick Leo up, now holding him close to your face. 

“Were you getting a bit jealous of papa ma petit amour?” you asked the blonde dachshund in a baby voice. If Charles wasn’t already fully in love with you, his love would have been solidified in this moment. 

While watching, he suddenly remembered something. “Oscar wanted to meet Leo in McLaren hospitality this weekend.” 

You turned with a raised eyebrow. “Why not Ferrari?” 

“Eh.” 

It was as if you had a lightbulb moment. “Ohhhhhhh, right. That makes sense. I can stop by and let you know when I get there.” 

What you hadn’t expected was to pick up Liam and Ollie on your way to the now green outside of the McLaren hospitality. Leo was still curled up in your arms, eyes blinking every so often. You knew that if it wasn’t so busy, the little puppy would be sound asleep. 

“He’s so cute,” Oscar said, walking forward and hands outstretched. You gently gave him over to the “older brother” of the three. 

Ollie laughed. “I know right. He’s so cuddly.” 

Liam joined in, “I don’t think I put him down the entire time I got to meet him.” 

Oscar stared at you three for a moment. “Yeah, you aren’t getting him back.” 

You shook your head. “Speak to your father first, Oscar.” 

Chuckles erupted from all around, making you laugh as well. You took your phone out and took a quick picture of Oscar holding Leo to post later. 

“Is dad on his way?” Ollie asked after sipping on his water bottle. 

You rolled your eyes. “Should be. Ah, there he is.” 

Charles stepped foot into the room and immediately found you surrounded by his “kids.” His heart may have melted seeing Leo flopped in Oscar’s arms. He gave you a kiss on your cheeks before he greeted the three. 

“This is hilarious,” he said, making everyone laugh yet again. 

You rested a hand on your forehead. “We’re just missing Liam’s dad, and then we’ll be one big happy family.” 

The Kiwi crossed his arms, but a giant smile was on his face. “So much for having a present father in my life. I’m jealous.” 

Charles gripped your waist and puffed his chest. “I’m not the stepfather, but the father that stepped up.” 

“Charles, no you aren’t. Can’t even handle three kids.” 

You and Charles turned around to see Max now stepping through the door. The Monegasque raised his eyebrow. 

“And you can?” 

You raised a hand. “That’s my que to leave. I will not be in the middle of a Lestappen-father showdown. Boys, you can follow me.” 

“Yes mum.”

“Lead the way.” 

“Can I still keep Leo?” 

Charles and Max gawked as the three older boys followed you like ducks in a row. After he got over the shock, the Ferrari driver was left with a love-sick smile on his face. 

“Yeah. I’m marrying her.” 

“Gross.” 

“Max. Shut up.” 

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y/nismother the mother is mothering

charliexy/n honestly, they all take after him so much. I need to go to twitter

olliebearman then what is the word you're looking for mom 🤨

liamlawson30 I knew she wasn't proud of us

oscarpiastri this is why dad is better

y/n_l/n I'm taking away all of your sims and ps5's

olliebearman I take it back, mom is the best

oscarpiastri81 this is the best thing to happen this weekend

charles_leclerc my family 🫶

maxverstappen1 you stole my son from me.

liamlawson30 they had free ice cream 🤷

y/n_l/n 😊

maxverstappen1 I'm taking pole then

charles_leclerc ☹️

lestappenlove I love the entire family your honor

leclerc16charles does Leo need another sibling? cause I can bark

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