#How to Maximize Your Learning

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[veinsfullofstars]

“Don’t get any ideas, sunshine - you ain’t allowed anywhere near me until you brush ya damn teeth, y’hear me?” “Heh…”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight having a snack break and learning about certain food preferences. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Hey, did you guys know that Daroach canonically hates tomatoes? And DMK barely has any flavor text pertaining to him whatsoever? That means it’s my city now, hehe.

(Also heckin’ around with colored text bubbles. I think it looks neat - what do y'all think?)

Started 02/03/24, finished 02/05/24, updated 03/01/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 02/05/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DR (left) and DMK (right) sitting side by side on a simple platform facing the viewer, brown paper bags at their sides, a few bits of food on their faces; DR sits with a half-slice of watermelon in both paws, a bite taken out of it, dripping pink juice; DMK - wearing his cape instead of his wings, his mask taken off and set to the side - sits leaning back on one hand and holding a tomato in the other, a bite taken out of it, dripping red-orange juice*

DR: (looking over at DMK, brow cocked) Is that- Dark, are you just eatin’ a raw tomato?

DMK: (mouth full, glancing at DR in disinterest) Mhm, what about it?

Panel 2

*DMK casually tosses the tomato into the air, leaning back and opening his mouth wide to catch it, one incisor prominent; DR grimaces in painfully clear disgust, his ears drooping, and scoots away from him (text popping up beside him reading “cringe”)*

Panel 3

*DMK turned to grin smugly at DR while wiping tomato juice from his mouth, staining the back of his glove; DR continues to lean away from him, giving him a rather deadpan glare, moving the melon slice to one paw and pointing a claw at him with the other*

DR: Ya lucky you’re so attractive, ya friggin’ trash fire.

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[seumyo]

imagine how heavy bakugou’s gauntlets are to you.

You weren’t entirely sure what you had done to deserve this.

Maybe you had done something awful in your past life, and it’s finally come to bite you back in the ass.

Sure, you were a UA student. Sure, you had signed up for the hero course, fully aware that it would involve combat training. But this? Holding onto one of Bakugou’s gauntlets—the same gauntlets that had nearly blown Midoriya through a building during the first battle exercise?

You could already see your funeral.

Your relatives all coming together under one roof to mourn you.

Your fingers curled stiffly around the massive piece of equipment, your right arm straining slightly under its sheer weight. You had always known they were heavy—Bakugou’s combat style revolved around explosive power, and he wasn’t the type to wield anything flimsy—but this?

This felt like holding a compact boulder.

A boulder filled with nitroglycerin-laced sweat.

That part was arguably worse.

It’s like lifting a weight that never really lightens over time.

Your mind raced with the implications.

His gauntlets stored his sweat to maximize explosive output. Which meant the one you were holding was loaded. Which meant if you even thought about holding it wrong, you’d be gone. Reduced to nothing but a crisp outline on the ground.

Holding an explosive hazard had never been part of your bucket list.

You could not channel your inner Meredith Grey and take one for the team to hold a bomb.

“I—” you started, your voice thin and weak. “I don’t think I should be holding this.”

Bakugou, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes. “And why the hell not?”

Because it was a bomb, for starters.

Because it was his bomb, specifically made for him, and you had just been handed it like it was some casual training exercise and not a potential death sentence.

Instead of voicing any of this, you swallowed hard and said, “I—I just don’t think I’m qualified? Don’t I need to have a seminar for this? Maybe a safety waiver?”

Bakugou scoffed. “That’s bullshit.”

Your grip tightened reflexively.

Oh god, was that too tight?

Was it going to go off?

Bakugou’s eyes flicked down to your hands, then back to your face. “Your Quirk makes shit weightless and indestructible, right?”

You nodded hesitantly.

“Then you’re the best person to hold it,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted. “You wanna play defense all the time? Fine. But in the real world, you need to learn how to hit back. Can’t stand your damsel-in-distress act every situation, shithead.”

You bit your lip.

He wasn’t wrong, but… you had seen firsthand how much destruction his Quirk could cause. He had gone all out against Midoriya back then, using these very same gauntlets to unleash a massive blast that almost ruptured an entire building. You hadn’t even been in the fight, but you had felt the heat from a distance and had heard the deafening roar of the explosions echoing across the control room.

And now you were the one holding it.

“…It’s not gonna explode on me, right?” you asked.

Bakugou rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t get stuck.

“Not unless you’re stupid.”

That wasn’t reassuring.

Not at all.

You swallowed again, forcing yourself to focus. You weren’t completely helpless. Your Quirk made whatever you held weightless and invincible. If you activated it now, you wouldn’t have to worry about the gauntlet’s weight—or about dropping it by accident and, in turn, detonating it.

Taking a deep breath, you firmly held the gauntlet with both hands.

The effect was immediate.

The heaviness vanished entirely, replaced by a strange, almost floating sensation. Your fingers adjusted around the gauntlet’s surface with ease, no longer struggling against its weight. A faint, translucent glow coated the edges, a telltale sign that your Quirk had fully activated.

You exhaled, relieved.

“Okay. I think I got it.”

Bakugou smirked. “Took you long enough.” He stepped in close without warning, his hands reaching for your wrists.

You barely had time to react before his grip closed around them, adjusting your stance.

Your brain blanked.

Bakugou was close. Too close.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, his fingers strong and sure as they repositioned your hold. He smelled like sweat and burnt caramel—like fire and something sharper underneath, something distinctly him.

(You tried not to think about it too much.)

If you hadn’t already been panicking about the gauntlet, you definitely were now.

(You were falling—ahem, failing at not thinking too much about it.)

“Loosen up,” he said, his breath ghosting over your ear. “You’re gripping it like it’s a fucking live grenade.”

“Isn’t it, though?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

He grinned.

Oh no.

That was a bad sign.

“Not yet,” he said, sounding far too entertained. “But it will be.”

You let out a strangled noise.

Bakugou ignored it, stepping behind you so that you were completely boxed in by his presence. His hands remained firm on yours, his chest nearly pressing against your back as he guided your aim.

Your brain was screaming.

It wasn’t like you were new to close contact—UA training often involved being thrown around by classmates—but this was different. This was Bakugou Katsuki, infamous for his temper and even more explosive Quirk, pressed up against you like it was nothing. Like you weren’t about to spontaneously combust just from the sheer proximity.

Maybe you were thinking too much into it.

“Alright,” he murmured, tilting your wrists slightly. “On my mark, let go.”

You nodded weakly, hoping he couldn’t feel how fast your pulse was racing.

“Three…”

You swallowed.

“Two…”

Oh god.

“One.”

You released, letting your left hand fall, Quirk disabling instantly as the barrier lightened.

The explosion erupted in an instant, the force slamming through the air like a shockwave. The ground trembled beneath them, a scorching heatwave blasting outward as the impact roared across the training field.

You barely had time to process any of it before you felt yourself lurching backward, the recoil throwing you off balance—

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, anchoring you firmly in place.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Bakugou had caught you.

His grip was solid, his chest firm against your back, keeping you steady against the sheer force of the explosion. His hand pressed against your stomach, holding you still as the last remnants of the blast dissipated into the air.

For a second, neither of you moved.

...

It was bad enough that you had just fired one of his gauntlets, but now you were in his arms? With his hand on your waist?

Man, maybe you should’ve been the gauntlet’s target instead.

Bakugou didn’t say anything at first, just exhaled through his nose before slowly releasing you, letting you find your footing again.

You stumbled slightly.

He steadied you with a single hand on your shoulder. “You good?”

You turned to look at him, still in too much shock to form a proper response. “Y—eah?” you replied after a moment.

Bakugou raised a brow. Then, to your absolute horror, his lips curled into an infuriating smirk. “Tch. Dumbass,” he says. “Not too bad, eh?”

“I could’ve died.”

“Nah.”

“I’m scared that you’re carrying heavy weight—bombs around like it doesn’t weigh a ton.”

A shrug. “Training.”

Your hands were still clammy.

Probably not from fear anymore.

“You wanna try using the other one?” he offered, surprising you and himself, really.

...

“Yeah. Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”

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[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

getting older can be so amazing? you get more familiar with yourself. learn tips & tricks for troubleshooting your own brain. trial & error helps you build routines that minimize discomfort, maximize reward. your preferences/interests don't get set in stone, but you do find out which ones are going to stay with you in the long-term, and which ones are fun but transient joys to appreciate in the moment.

you learn that the world is so much more complex than you were taught, and that that's okay, and that there's an endless supply of things you can learn or watch or experience or think about if you want to. if you're lucky, you loosen up, stop putting so much pressure on yourself. if you're lucky, you learn to recognize that negative inner voice, and whack it with a baseball bat until it hushes up. if you're lucky, you learn to treat yourself gently, not because you are fragile but because you are worthy of gentleness. (i hope you are lucky.)

and some things will change. some things will get better. some things will get good. and maybe you start to recover from the dehumanizing stress of childhood/education. maybe you learn the power of your own autonomy. maybe you learn how to walk away from bad situations (which is a superpower even if you don't realize it yet). and you get to choose your own clothes. and your own food. and which relationships to pursue! and what you do with your free time. and with your life (but don't worry you get to choose that gradually). and that's crazy! and sometimes scary. and extraordinarily, indescribably precious.

[mahgyu]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 ──── 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Nanami is meticulous, and that extends to post-sex care. He always makes sure you're comfortable, clean, and relaxed before anything else. If it was an intense night, he prepares a warm bath for both of you, cleaning you with patience and dedication. If it was something more spontaneous, he keeps you nestled against his chest, stroking your skin until your breathing steadies. His touch is firm but full of care.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On his own body, he appreciates his hands. Firm, large, experienced—capable of gripping your waist with ease, pressing against your throat just right, and tracing safe paths over your skin. On you, he has a fixation on your neck and the curve of your hips. He loves holding, biting, and marking those spots, watching how your skin reacts to his touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nanami is organized and rational, but when it comes to coming on you, he transforms. His desire to see your skin smeared with his cum is almost possessive. If it’s inside, he makes sure to keep you filled for a while, pressing his fingers against your entrance just to ensure nothing spills. If it’s outside, he loves seeing your face messy, your breasts covered—he doesn’t talk much about it, but his intense gaze says it all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has touched himself countless times in his office thinking about you. On the most stressful days, when the routine wears him down and his mind drifts to the last moment you had together, he locks himself in the bathroom or leans back in his chair, loosening his tie as he gets off remembering how you moaned his name.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Before you, Nanami didn’t have many relationships to build his own experience, but there was nothing he couldn’t learn from you. And so, he memorized every weak spot of yours, every response your body gives to the slightest stimulus. He likes to learn in the process, absorbing your responses and adjusting his approach to maximize pleasure. When he fucks, he fucks with precision.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary is a classic for him—because it allows control, eye contact, and depth. But he also loves having you on your stomach, his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wants. He enjoys when you ride him, but only if he can guide your movements with his firm hands on your waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nanami doesn’t laugh much during sex. He takes the moment seriously, focused on every sensation and response. But sometimes, when you tease him or when something unexpected happens, he lets out a low, murmured chuckle against your skin. The most fun he allows is dry sarcasm when you try to challenge him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nanami exudes intimacy without needing excessive declarations. The way he holds your face as he moves inside you, the way he whispers your name against your mouth between deep kisses—everything about him screams connection. He doesn’t just fuck for the sake of fucking; he owns you in every thrust.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He prefers to hold back for you, but when he's away or extremely frustrated, he jerks off in the most methodical way possible. He leans against a wall, eyes closed, his hand slow and firm around his cock, imagining how it would feel to have your mouth on him at that moment.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Control. Nanami likes being in charge, dictating the pace and making you submit to him. Subtle restraints, silent dominance, and dirty praise are part of his repertoire. He also has a slight fetish for lace and sheer lingerie.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed is the basic choice, but Nanami isn’t limited to that. His office has been the scene of a few transgressions, as well as the shower, where he can fuck you against the tiles with water running down your bodies.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, pure and simple. Your scent, your voice, the way your gaze gets heavy when you desire him. If you ask, if you tease, if you surrender—he can’t resist.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He would never do anything that could truly hurt you. Severe humiliation, harsh words, or extreme violence are not part of the game. He dominates you with precision.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Nanami prefers giving rather than receiving. He treats oral sex like an art—precise, dedicated, endless. He sucks your clit with expertise, pushes his tongue deep inside you until your legs tremble.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Firm and calculated. He likes to maintain control, keeping a rhythm that builds tension to the limit. But if he’s particularly desperate, he can be brutal.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn’t a fan of rushing, but when necessary, he makes every second count. A hurried encounter in the car, in a bathroom at an event, in the middle of the night when he needs you now.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s discreet but loves subtle danger. Doing something where you might get caught, but in a calculated way. A bold touch under the restaurant table, a hand sliding between your thighs at the movies.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last through long rounds without losing breath. Nanami isn’t the type to be satisfied quickly—he wants to make sure you’re wrecked with pleasure before he is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t use them on himself, but he has no problem using them on you. Vibrators are his favorite, especially when he holds them while fucking you, just to see you lose your mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be cruel with teasing. He loves keeping you on the edge, denying orgasms just to hear you beg. Pleasure only comes when he decides.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t overly loud, but he groans low and rough in your ear. Every ragged breath of his is pure gold.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves morning sex, in the laziest and most delicious way possible. No rush, just you riding him while he savors every inch of you, his hands sliding over your body as if he’s discovering you for the first time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He pretends to have control, but his need for you is raw. He desires you all the time and knows exactly how to hide it until the right moment.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes a while to sleep. He spends time watching you, feeling your scent on his skin, the weight of your body against his. And only then, with one last kiss on your forehead, does he close his eyes.

After a long time of leaving this blog inactive, I decided to come back.

I'm a bit rusty in writing, so please ignore any possible mistakes. Kisses babes <3

©mahgyu | I do not allow adaptations, translations, or copies of my work.

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Jupiter through the degrees 🍀🍀

Jupiter represents expansion, luck, wisdom, higher learning, and abundance🍀. The degree it occupies in your birth chart fine-tunes how you experience growth, success, and philosophy.

0° Jupiter – The Pure Explorer

• A natural seeker of wisdom, luck, and opportunity.

• Bold, adventurous, and often experiences fated new beginnings.

1° Jupiter – The Optimistic Pioneer

• Takes risks with a strong belief in success.

• Often the first to explore new ideas or places.

2° Jupiter – The Wise Builder

• Expands through patience and structure.

• Success comes through consistency rather than big risks.

3° Jupiter – The Charismatic Speaker

• Naturally persuasive, great at public speaking or teaching.

• Opportunities arise through communication.

4° Jupiter – The Grounded Visionary

• Can balance big dreams with practicality.

• Slow but steady success in life.

5° Jupiter – The Magnetic Leader

• Draws luck through courage, confidence, and taking initiative.

• Needs to avoid arrogance or over-promising.

6° Jupiter – The Harmonious Diplomat

• Gains luck through cooperation and relationships.

• Strong connection to justice, balance, and fairness.

7° Jupiter – The Mystic Seeker

• Deeply spiritual, may have psychic or prophetic abilities.

• Growth comes through faith, intuition, and inner wisdom.

8° Jupiter – The Strategic Planner

• Good at recognizing patterns and maximizing opportunities.

• Can be very calculative yet lucky in investments.

9° Jupiter – The Free-Spirited Adventurer

• Gains luck through travel, experiences, and taking risks.

• Drawn to international opportunities and cultures.

10° Jupiter – The Manifestation Master

• Can easily turn visions into reality.

• Strong ability to attract abundance through focus.

11° Jupiter – The Revolutionary Mind

• Luck comes through unconventional ideas and innovation.

• May be drawn to humanitarian efforts or progressive movements.

12° Jupiter – The Inspired Dreamer

• Great for art, music, poetry, and creative expression.

• Must avoid laziness or getting lost in unrealistic ideas.

13° Jupiter – The Charismatic Risk-Taker

• Magnetic and bold in pursuing opportunities.

• Needs to balance confidence with practicality.

14° Jupiter – The Balanced Optimist

• Expands through stability and maintaining equilibrium.

• Success comes when patience and action are balanced.

15° Jupiter – The Lucky Visionary

• Natural leadership abilities, with a strong sense of destiny.

• Attracts fortune through bold but wise choices.

16° Jupiter – The Karmic Teacher

• Gains wisdom through experience, often teaching others.

• May face trials before achieving success.

17° Jupiter – The Bold Decision-Maker

• Fearless in making choices that lead to expansion.

• Needs to avoid impulsive decisions or overconfidence.

18° Jupiter – The Deep Philosopher

• Seeks meaning in everything, drawn to deep studies.

• Can be drawn to law, ethics, or religious studies.

19° Jupiter – The Adventurous Spirit

• Expands through movement, travel, and new experiences.

• Needs to avoid restlessness and commitment issues.

20° Jupiter – The Steady Achiever

• Success comes through consistency and perseverance.

• Gains wisdom through hard work and discipline.

21° Jupiter – The Charismatic Influencer

• Gains recognition through public influence or media.

• Natural ability to inspire and attract others.

22° Jupiter – The Master Builder

• Strong ability to manifest long-term success.

• Power comes through hard work, patience, and structure.

23° Jupiter – The Karmic Risk-Taker

• Luck comes from bold choices, often gambling on destiny.

• Needs to be cautious of reckless behavior.

24° Jupiter – The Prosperous Romantic

• Gains luck in love, relationships, and creative endeavors.

• Strong attraction to pleasure, needs balance.

25° Jupiter – The Spiritual Mastermind

• Deeply connected to divine wisdom and mystical knowledge.

• Drawn to higher education, philosophy, or esoteric teachings.

26° Jupiter – The Silent Strategist

• Success comes from working behind the scenes and planning carefully.

• Can be reserved but highly effective in business or finance.

27° Jupiter – The Generous Healer

• Gains luck through giving and helping others.

• Often involved in charity, healing, or humanitarian efforts.

28° Jupiter – The Boundless Explorer

• Always seeking new frontiers, whether mental, physical, or spiritual.

• Needs to avoid overextending energy.

29° Jupiter – The Fated Leader

• The Anaretic Degree (final degree) makes this Jupiter highly powerful.

• Can experience extreme highs and lows in luck and wisdom.

• Often a great teacher, leader, or guide for others.

[astroxrion]

How to Get Rich Using Astrology:

Jupiter in Aries

You become wealthy by taking bold, fearless action. Your luck shows up when you jump into new ventures without overthinking. To maximize it, follow your impulses and stay physically active to fuel your drive. Trust your gut to lead you to opportunities—your courage will always pay off.

Jupiter in Taurus

Slow and steady wins your race. You build wealth by investing in long-lasting assets like real estate, luxury goods, or businesses rooted in stability. Your luck comes from consistency—don’t rush. Focus on building practical skills and surround yourself with comfort to stay grounded and attract abundance.

Jupiter in Gemini

Talk your way to fortune. Networking, communication, and versatility are your wealth magnets. You thrive when juggling multiple ideas or projects. Keep learning and sharing knowledge—publishing, teaching, and media can be major income streams. Stay curious, and your quick mind will always find new avenues.

Jupiter in Cancer

Nurture your wealth by creating safe, supportive spaces. Real estate, family businesses, or caregiving professions attract abundance. Your instincts guide you—follow your feelings when making financial choices. Emotional security and loyalty to your vision will naturally lead to long-term success.

Jupiter in Leo

Be the star and wealth will follow. Your creative self-expression, confidence, and charisma attract success. Don’t hold back from showcasing your talents. Performance, entertainment, and leadership roles are your money-makers. Embrace your spotlight—your passion inspires others to invest in you.

Jupiter in Virgo

Details are your gold mine. Build wealth by mastering your craft and monetizing practical skills. Your luck shows up when you organize, refine, and serve others. Focus on health, productivity, and precision to attract consistent growth. Efficiency and helpfulness will always be rewarded.

Jupiter in Libra

Partner up to prosper. You thrive in balanced collaborations, art, and aesthetics. Wealth comes when you build harmonious connections and focus on fairness in business. Style, beauty, and diplomacy can be lucrative—your charm naturally draws in support and resources when you keep the peace.

Jupiter in Scorpio

Wealth comes from embracing depth and transformation. Investments, psychology, and uncovering hidden truths bring fortune. Don’t fear intensity—use your passion to fuel ambitious goals. Face your fears and work through challenges head-on. Your resilience attracts power and financial stability.

Jupiter in Sagittarius

Think big, travel far, and expand your horizons. Your luck shows up when you take risks, explore new cultures, or share wisdom. Wealth grows when you align with your truth—publishing, teaching, and global ventures are key. Keep your spirit adventurous and follow your passion for freedom.

Jupiter in Capricorn

You build wealth through hard work and discipline. Authority and respect are your assets. Structure your goals, stay practical, and climb steadily. Professionalism and commitment attract long-term success. Patience is your power—master the grind, and rewards will follow in time.

Jupiter in Aquarius

Innovation brings wealth. Think outside the box, embrace tech, and build communities. Your luck shows up when you challenge norms and pioneer new ideas. Networking and social causes can be profitable when you stay true to your vision. Share your insights to inspire change—and success.

Jupiter in Pisces

Dream your wealth into reality. Creativity, compassion, and spirituality attract abundance. Follow your intuition and tap into your imagination. Healing work, art, and helping others elevate your life. Let go of rigid plans and trust that flowing with your dreams will manifest prosperity.

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[minswriting]

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? - S.R x Reader

About: Spencer discovers a few new positions and wants to test which one makes you moan the loudest.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, praise, multiple positions, goofy sex, fluffy sex, in order the positions are the captain, the anvil, and the pretzel.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Proofread and border by @esote-rika i hope you guys enjoy this fic!! please let me know your thoughts heehee

Reading truly does help expand the mind. The words come together on a page so artistically, allowing the reader to have interest in what is being told. Spencer adored reading. It was one of, if not his absolute, favorite hobby to indulge in. There was always something to see, something to explore, and something to learn. Immersing himself into a different world as he reads was one of Spencer’s favorite pastimes, especially because reading didn’t take him too long anyways so it wouldn’t affect his day-to-day activities. Holding a physical book or article was always better for Spencer. He didn’t need computerized bullshit to read unlike some in today’s society.

When scrounging around in a new bookstore that recently came into town, Spencer found a book that was particularly interesting. Titled “The Best Ways to Do It,” Spencer read the back of it and was immediately intrigued. It was a book about sex and all the different positions to maximize pleasure for the receiver. And Spencer was all about giving you pleasure so it was safe to assume that Spencer bought it.

The next day, you went to work while Spencer had a day off. So, he spent a solid ten minutes reading the book in its entirety. To say he learned quite a bit would be an understatement. He knew sex was very versatile. The different ways to give and receive pleasure, the way bodies react to said pleasure, and how exploration was super important in sexual dynamics. You had taught him a lot. Prior to being with you, Spencer was nothing more than a sad pathetic virgin whose partner was his right hand. Now, he’s shlanging that thang every night when he’s not on a case.

The book had taught him a multitude of different sex positions. You and Spencer had always been quite adventurous with sex. With the different kinks the two of you explored together and the different ways to have sex, but the one thing that Spencer noticed was how the two of you fell into the same positions quite often. Not because it was boring or anything but because the two of you knew what brought on the most pleasure. And when Spencer read the book, he had a wonderful idea.

Why not try out a few new positions and see which one causes you to moan the loudest?

When you got home from work, you were very tense and stressed. Spencer could see it in your shoulders as you walked through the door. Spencer stood up from his spot on the couch, making his way over to you as you kicked off your shoes in the doorway. “Hey,” He greeted you, giving you a small kiss on the lips.

“Hey, handsome,” You greeted back, kissing Spencer back with a small smile as he placed his hands on your hips. “What did you do today?” You asked, leaning into Spencer’s embrace as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Not much,” He replied, placing a kiss onto your nose. “Caught up on some reading which is always nice.”

Hearing about the different books Spencer would read was always interesting to you. The way Spencer would light up and go on these tangents about topics that you aren’t very familiar with always made your heart swell in adoration. And after a long and stressful day, there was nothing more you wanted than to be brought into Spencer’s positivity. “What did you read about today?” You asked, smiling softly at Spencer.

Spencer, while his hands were still placed on your hips, began gently guiding you to the living room, smiling back at you. “Just a few old books,” He replied. “But there was one that was particularly intriguing that I think you may find interesting as well,” Spencer sat you down on the couch before taking a seat next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“Is that so?” You asked, leaning against Spencer.

Spencer hummed in response, nodding his head. “You’re so tense today,” Spencer murmured, holding you close to him. He could feel the stress radiating off of your body, the type of stress that truthfully only had one cure. Luckily for Spencer, he already knew what he wanted to do to you.

“Today was hard,” you sighed, resting your head on Spencer’s shoulder. “Nothing particularly bad. It was just long and stressful,” you clarified.

Spencer kissed your temple, a sign of understanding. He lowered his head, enough to press kisses onto your jawline. “Do you want me to take your mind off of it?” He said between kisses.

You couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that escaped your lips as you moved your head to the side, giving Spencer more access to your neck. “Yes, please,” you breathed out.

Spencer gave you a small smirk as he placed his fingers underneath your chin and gently moved your head to look at him. He leaned in and grazed his lips against yours before firmly kissing you. Kissing Spencer never failed to turn you on. He always kissed you as though he needed you to breathe. It was passionate, intimate, and hungry, while also maintaining a softness, a tenderness that showed you that his care for you.

You maneuvered yourself so that you were sitting on Spencer’s lap, careful to not break the intense kiss the two of you were sharing. Spencer placed his hands on your hips, holding you firmly while you placed your hands on his shoulders.

His hands slipped underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. A shiver went down your spine at the sudden coldness of his fingertips against you. Spencer broke the kiss, his lips leaving yours. “You know,” he said breathlessly. “I did, in fact, read something interesting today.”

You quirked an eyebrow at your boyfriend. It was indeed a weird time to mention something Spencer had been reading, especially when he had a hot girl in his lap, looking to get her rocks off. “Oh?” You said, both confused and intrigued at the same time. “Is that so?”

Spencer nodded his head with a small hum of approval. “You see, it was a book about certain…positions,” he muttered before licking his lips as he looked at you. “And so, I came up with a very scientific experiment that I think you’d like to try out.” The sparkle in Spencer’s eyes indicated that he was feeling mischievous as he smirked at you.

You smirked back, tilting your head to the side slightly. “And what may this experiment be, Doctor?” You asked seductively, moving your right hand from Spencer’s shoulder to the nape of his neck. You lightly played with his hair, knowing just how much that teased him.

Spencer gave a low chuckle mixed with a low moan. “Why don’t we try a few of these positions and see which one makes you moan the loudest?” He whispered hotly, his breath fanning over your lips once more.

“Mmm,” you replied, the smirk still on your lips as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his for just a moment. “I think that sounds like fun,” you purred, kissing him once more.

Spencer grinned as he lifted your shirt, taking it off of you. You allowed him to do so, lifting your arms to make it easier. Spencer threw the material somewhere, not caring where it landed. He pulled you closer to him, planting his hands on your sides as he leaned in to kiss you again. “You’re so beautiful,” Spencer breathed against your lips.

“No you,” You replied goofily.

A soft rumble of a chuckle came from Spencer as he continued to kiss you. His hands began to move along your sides, feeling you up. The two of you moved in sync, kissing each other hungrily. Spending the day stressed and coming home to your boyfriend wanting to fuck you in multiple positions was the best way to let out all the pent up tension you felt inside of you and you were excited to see what Spencer had in store.

The two of you eventually moved from the couch to the bedroom, void of your top and bra while Spencer no longer had his shirt on, still attached to each other’s lips. As the two of you stood in the bedroom, clawing at one another in an intense makeout session, Spencer’s hands went to your pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, allowing the material to loosen. You moved your hands from Spencer’s chest to your pants. You pulled them down along with your panties, trying to keep your kiss with Spencer as you stepped out of them.

Spencer’s hands immediately grasped your ass, pulling you closer to him as he groped the flesh. His lips moved from yours to your cheek before kissing down your jaw and to your neck. You felt his tongue run along the vein on your neck, causing you to gasp and shiver. He began to nip at your skin as he left small marks. Spencer knew your body better than you could ever know it yourself. The way he felt you up and made his mark on you never failed to turn you on more than you could even fathom.

His left hand traveled along your skin, moving from your butt to your hip and to your cunt. It was slow and deliberate, as though he were teasing you. And indeed, Spencer was teasing you. It was all part of the experiment, you see. He needs to have you hot and bothered, ready for anything he gives you as it would provide him with the best and most accurate results. Only this experiment wasn’t really factual. He just liked to gaslight himself into thinking it is.

Spencer took his middle finger and dragged it along your slit, spreading around your wetness while he continued to kiss your neck. You moaned gently, leaning into Spencer’s touch. “You’re so wet,” Spencer murmured against your skin. He began to rub your clit with his middle finger and pointer finger in circles, drawing out a moan from your lips.

“Spencer,” You whimpered, gripping his shoulder.

Spencer pulled away from your neck, looking at you with a small smirk on his lips as he pleasured you. “Haven’t even done much and you’re already whining my name?” He teased, watching the way you reacted to his fingers. And without any warning, he dipped his fingers into your hole.

You moaned a bit louder, your grip on Spencer’s shoulder tightening. Your walls clenched around Spencer’s fingers as you were surprised by the intrusion. “You can’t just not warn me,” You mentioned shakily.

Spencer chuckled, thrusting his fingers slowly to get you used to the stretch. “You can take my cock without warning but my fingers are too much?” He asked, a joking pout on his lips. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “Get over it,” You exclaimed, a small smirk on your lips that quickly vanished when Spencer curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot dead on. You whined loudly as your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. “Spencer, oh my god,” You cried out.

“That’s right, baby,” He cooed, thrusting his fingers faster. “I know it feels so good.”

You could feel yourself getting close and it hadn’t even been two minutes since Spencer started. The way he knew how to draw you close to orgasm so quickly was astonishing as you couldn’t even make yourself cum that quickly. You were whining and moaning loudly, looking at Spencer in an intense stare as he looked at you. The scene was entirely pornographic, no wonder you were so close. “I-I’m close, Spencer,” You whimpered out, still holding onto Spencer tightly. You could feel the heat pooling inside of you as your walls got tighter around Spencer’s digits. And just as you were about to cum, Spencer pulled his fingers out of you abruptly, causing you to whine in frustration.

Spencer used his other hand to put his pointer finger to your mouth, hushing you. “None of that,” He murmured as he guided you to the edge of the bed, sitting you down on the mattress. “Lie down for me,” he demanded softly, reaching for his belt buckle and undoing the leather material.

You were breathing heavily, coming down from the intense moment. You were still a bit frustrated that you hadn’t been able to finish but you knew exactly why Spencer didn’t want you to. He needed you wet, hot, and bothered in order to properly conduct this experiment of his. You watched as Spencer undid his pants and tossed them to the side, seeing the outline of his cock in his boxers.

When Spencer was completely undressed, he made his way over to you and stood at the edge of the bed. You looked up at him and pursed your lips jokingly, You were lying on the bed with your arm holding up your head. “So, my amazing doctor,” you began. “What position is up first in your experiment?”

Spencer couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at your silliness. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be an accurate experiment, now would it?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you with a goofy expression on his face.

You snickered, your heart feeling giddy as you interacted with your boyfriend. It was nice not being so serious during an intimate time. It allowed for a comfortability and a realism that never failed to brighten your mood, all while being extremely turned on.

Spencer didn’t say anything else as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him. “Are you ready, my dear?” He asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, my schnookums,” you winked.

Spencer smirked at you as he lifted your legs into a v-shape. You held them up, realizing the position Spencer was putting you into first. You bit your lip in anticipation as he lined himself up to your cunt. He pressed his tip against your clit, causing you both to hiss in pleasure. He thrusted it a few times against your cunt, spreading your slick on his cock. “I love how wet you are for me all of the time,” Spencer said shakily, licking his lips as he looked at your glistening cunt.

You giggled breathily as you looked up at Spencer. “I can’t help it when you’re just you,” You replied smoothly.

Spencer’s lip curled as he brought his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking himself in. You let out a gasp which turned into a moan, suddenly grateful to finally be filled by your boyfriend. He watched you intensely as he bottomed out, curious as to how this position would make you feel. “You okay?” He asked, staying still for a few minutes to allow you time to adjust.

You relaxed against the mattress, still holding your legs up as you adjusted to his length inside of you. “You can move,” you confirmed to Spencer, taking in the feeling of his cock. There was a subtle pain, a stretch that, at this point, felt more pleasurable than painful.

That was all Spencer needed before he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you. You made a high pitched noise of pleasure, gripping the sheets below you. Spencer held onto your ankles as he thrusted his hips. He slowly gained rhythm, thrusting into you a bit faster.

You moaned with each rut of his cock. The feeling of Spencer’s cock inside of you was wonderful, to say the least. The way his tip always grazed that sweet spot inside of you. And the new position was certainly fun but you couldn’t deny the fact that holding your legs up was getting tiring.

As though he could read your mind, Spencer changed the position. He placed his knees on the mattress, beneath your thighs, and rested your legs on his shoulders, careful to not remove his cock from you. The new position provided you with the ability to rest your legs.

He began moving his hips again, thrusting into you in an up-and-down motion. His cock was hitting your sweet spot dead on and allowed for him to gently thrust against your cervix. Your moans gradually became louder with each thrust as Spencer pounded into you.

“You feel so good,” Spencer grunted, moving his hands to grip your hips as he fucked you. “Wrapped around my cock all pretty.”

You whined at the praise, turning your head to the side as Spencer rutted into you. “Feels so good, Spence,” You mewled, your fingers gripping the sheets tighter than before. “Love your cock so much.”

Spencer moaned at your words, trying not to move faster than he was already going. He wanted to fuck you properly, to lose himself in you, and just make you both finish. But he also knew he wanted to drag it out, to fuck you in the other positions he had in mind. Spencer went back to moving his hips slowly. Sweat formed at his brow. He leaned forward, your legs still rested on his shoulders and his hands planted on the mattress.

In this position, you were able to put your hand on Spencer’s head and grip his hair, tugging at the strands. That action alone caused Spencer to whimper as he tried not to bust right then and there. Spencer reached for your wrist, grabbing it and bringing it down to the mattress. He moved his fingers to intertwine with yours.

“My gorgeous girl,” Spencer purred as he continued his slow but deliberate thrusts. “You’re so perfect.”

“Spencer,” you moaned softly, meeting Spencer’s eyes.

In that moment, it was just the two of you enjoying the intimacy of one another. The experiment that Spencer was “conducting” didn’t matter when you two were taking in each other. “I love you,” He breathed out, his hips stilling as he pressed himself forward to peck your lips.

The feeling of him moving forward caused you to moan louder as his cock pushed further inside of you. “I love you too,” you whimpered out.

Spencer gave you a soft smile as he pecked your lips once more. “Wonderful,” he replied before removing himself from you and moving your legs down before standing back up. You pouted at the loss of his cock inside of you but didn’t make any noise of protest, knowing it was simply due to changing positions. “Turn on your side for me,” he commanded gently.

You obeyed, turning onto your left side for Spencer. He then spread your legs, straddling your left one as he kneeled on the mattress, and eased himself back into you. Your right leg wrapped around Spencer’s waist. “This,” he breathed out. “Is called the Pretzel,” he claimed, licking his lips as he looked down at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why are sex position names so unsexy?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

Spencer simply shrugged, not quite knowing the answer. It’s only recently that he began reading about sex. Perhaps he’ll find the answer at some point. Without saying another word, he pulled his hips back before thrusting back into you. You made a choked noise of pleasure.

“Feels so good, Spence,” You cried out, closing your eyes and throwing your head back in pleasure. “Love it so much.”

Spencer moaned in response, looking down at you as he fucked you. His hips moved fast, the idea of the experiment briefly getting lost in his mind as he took in the pleasure your cunt provided. “My beautiful girl,” Spencer whimpered out, unable to help the tone of voice. “Wanted to try so many other positions but oh my god,” he moaned, closing his eyes.

You sinfully moaned, the sound bouncing off of the walls of your shared bedroom. The position felt so good as Spencer was buried so deep inside of you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. Spencer’s thrusts got more frantic as he could feel himself getting much closer. The thought of multiple positions left his mind completely as he focused only on you and your cunt wrapped around his cock.

The adrenaline was high between the two of you as your orgasms drew closer. “I’m so close, Spencer,” You mewled, gripping the sheets below you once more. Your abdomen felt as though a spring was being coiled tightly, begging to be released.

“Go on, princess, cum for me, yeah? Not gonna last much longer.” Spencer rasped, keeping the quick pace of his thrusts. He reached his hand down, bringing his fingers to your clit and rubbing circles on the nub.

That was all you needed before you were cursing loudly, the spring coming undone as you clenched your walls around Spencer’s cock. It was dizzying, to say the least. The feeling of Spencer’s cock mixed with his fingers on your clit had you reeling at how pleasurable it felt. That’s how you knew this position was going to become your new favorite.

Spencer’s cock pulsed inside of you as he continued to thrust his hips frantically. And with just a few more thrusts, he released inside of you with a pathetic whine.

Heavy breathing filled the air as you both came down from your orgasms. After a few minutes, Spencer pulled out and laid down next to you on your left side, allowing you both to relax against the mattress. Spencer glanced at you, seeing how you were already looking at him.

“So that one, right?” He whispered, a goofy grin on his face.

You thought for a moment, bringing your fingers to your chin in mock thought before responding. “I’m not sure,” You said, falsely pondering your options. “I think we need to go again to get conclusive data.”

Spencer laughed. “I think you’re absolutely right,” he exclaimed, moving himself back on top of you.

And it was safe to say the two of you definitely did more experimenting.

[sarah-the-bird-nerd]

You Can't Park There

Note: This was suggested in The Pitt Crew discord server and my brain just ran with it

Warnings: Fluff, Fem!Reader, amputee Jack, established relationship, People being assholes in public,no beta.

Summary: Jack has a rough night, which quickly becomes a rough day, only getting worse when someone decides that he's not disabled enough.

More often than not, you forgot that technically, Jack was disabled. He didn't like the label, neither did you, and it wasn't often that his leg was a hindrance. Every once in a while though, Jack would have an awful day, and it usually followed a bad shift, one where he moved non-stop and his prosthetic irritated his stump to the point that when he got home the prosthetic would come right off and he would resort to using his crutches around the house to give his leg a rest. You could tell with one look at him what kind of day he was having, and this morning was no different. It was Saturday, and Jack was just coming off shift with four glorious days off to look forward to. As you did every morning, weekend or not, you got up early to make sure that you had breakfast ready for Jack. It was something that you did to maximize your time with him. You had a regular 9 to 5 office job, and the short window in the morning when he got home and when he got up was precious to both of you.

You were in the kitchen, preparing a steak and egg breakfast, when you heard his truck coming down the long driveway. You had timed breakfast perfectly, moving the food to two plates, a coffee ready for you and for him a beer. Someone would think beer at 7:30 in the morning was wrong, but when you work nights, 7:30 am is your nighttime, and you were more than happy to provide the beer for your husband. You set everything on the table. frowning a bit, as Jack was slow to get out of the truck. Peaking out the kitchen window, you could see him slowly moving, the seatbelt coming off and the driver's side door opening. You couldn't hear the groan he let out, but you know he did, and when he moved around the truck to grab his go bag, you could see the pain in his face, his gait leaning heavily on his left side to take pressure off of his right. You cursed before making a quick dash up the stairs, grabbing his crutches from the bedroom and running back down. You managed to beat him to the porch.

You rested the crutches against the porch swing before meeting him at the bottom of the stairs. He stopped in front of you with a tired sigh. "Bad night?" You didn't need to ask, you just knew, but you always asked, let him vocalize it. He looked down at you with a weary stare before nodding. "Very. I don't think I sat more than 5 minutes all night." You cringed, knowing that despite the facade he tried to have, he often needed to find a moment to take the weight off of his prosthetic for at least 10 minutes every couple of hours. You sighed, knowing better than to lecture him; he was stubborn, and that was just one of the things you loved about him. You moved to his right side, wrapping an arm around his waist for support and started to help him up the stairs.

"Come on, we just have to get you to the swing, we can get that leg off, and you can get some rest. Breakfast is on the table, and once you're done, you're going right to the shower and bed, no arguments." You were firm, knowing that he would argue if you weren't. He was always trying to be the tough one, and over time, you've learned to force him to let you be the tough one for him. Once you got him on the swing, you knelt in front of him. Jack settled back into the swing, stretching his bad leg out for you. Carefully, you removed his prosthetic, setting it to the side and cringing at how irritated it looked. You sighed, patting the side of his leg. "I'll be right back, don't move!" Jack didn't say a word as you stood, dashing upstairs to the master bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, soaking it in cold water before running back downstairs with it. Kneeling back in front of him, you wiped down the area, hoping the cool water would help calm the irritation. Jack hissed, and you weren't sure if it was from pain or the cold. You looked up at him carefully, watching him tip his head back, his eyes closing. You took that as a good sign, gently massaging the area before patting him on the knee.

"You good?" Jack's eyes opened, and he nodded wearily. "Yeah, I'm good." You stood, reaching for his crutches. "Here, I know you hate them, but use them at least until you go to bed, please, give your leg some rest." You picked up his prosthetic, walking away with it so he couldn't put it back on and had to use the crutches. You smirked a bit as you heard him behind you. "Some would consider this abuse!" You turned a bit, watching him move effortlessly on the crutches. "Mhm...I left you the crutches, the courts would disagree" You watched him move to the kitchen before you took the prosthetic upstairs, leaving it next to his side of the bed, knowing it would go back on as soon as he woke up. When you returned to the kitchen, you found him digging into breakfast, beer in hand.

You grabbed your plate and went to move past him to your seat, yelping a bit as his thick arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap. "Pretty girls are supposed to sit in my lap." You arched an eyebrow. "Got many girls sitting in your lap then, Dr. Abbot?" He grinned at you, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for a soft kiss. There was no rushing, it was short, sweet and chaste, him tasting of beer, you of coffee. After pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours. "Only you. Only ever you." You hummed softly. "Better not be, I will take your legs and your crutches and then kick your ass." He chuckled. "See? Abuse!" You smacked his shoulder lightly before leaning against him and slowly eating your breakfast with him, sinking into comfortable silence. Once finished, Jack went up to have a shower while you cleaned up the kitchen, waiting until the shower switched off to start the dishwasher.

You slowly made your way upstairs, arriving in the bedroom just as Jack was crawling into bed, the blackout curtains pulled shut, the police scanner running for some white noise. You leaned over him, giving him a quick kiss. "Did you still want to go shopping with me, or did you want me to just go while you sleep?" Jack shook his head. "Don't you dare go without me. Just get me up around 1 and we'll go." He said as he yawned. "Need to transition to day mode anyway with these four days off." You nodded, leaning to kiss him again before leaving the room and closing the door so he could sink into sleep...or you hoped he did anyway, knowing how awful his sleep was.

—

While Jack slept, you made a shopping list, both for groceries and other little things that you needed, like some new plants, curtains, and whatever else you could think of, you always tried to save all of the shopping for when you both could go, using it to spend time together, once your list was put together you moved about the house, tidying up before curling up on the sofa with a book, getting lost in the fantasy world, only to be jolted out of it aggressively by the alarm that you had set on your phone, ensuring that you would wake Jack up on time. You stretched before placing you bookmark and moving to the kitchen, using your Keurig to make sure that Jack had a coffee waiting when you woke him. Slowly, you made your way up the stairs, his coffee ready on the counter for him once he was mobile. Creeping into the bedroom, you don't know why you're startled when you find him staring directly at you; he's a light sleeper, a consequence of his army days.

"Did you sleep at all?" You asked, leaning over him before shrieking as one of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you into the bed with him as he rolls you and nuzzles his face into your neck, practically purring. "Got enough, you know me." You did know him, and no matter how exhausted he was, he'd say he needed next to no sleep. You hummed as he kissed his way down your neck before sinking his teeth into your collarbone. You lay there with him, fingers carding through his hair and simply relaxed into him as his hands massaged your hips. "How's your leg feel?" He sighed, his hands tightening on your hips. "Better, not 100% but tolerable." You hummed, trying to gauge just how bad it was because he would always downplay it. He rolls you again so that he's on his back, arms wrapped tightly around you. "Suppose I should get up and dressed so we can get the shopping done?"

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45 minutes later, you found yourself in Jack's truck, on your way to Costco, his hand in yours and soft rock playing on the radio. The drive was quiet, both of you just enjoying being together for the drive. Jack had put his prosthetic back on before you left, too stubborn to rely on his crutches outside of the home if he could help it. He swore it was fine, but when he pulled into the parking lot and chose one of the handicap spots, you raised an eyebrow. Despite having a disabled veteran license plate, even on his worst days, he tried to avoid parking in these spots; in fact, you could count on one hand the number of times that you had seen him park in one of the handicap spots. He sat still for a moment, sighing before turning to look at you. "Not a word" You shook your head, having no intention to say anything.

You got out of the truck, sunglasses on, purse slung over your shoulder and waited for Jack to come around to your side of the truck, reaching for your hand as he locked the truck and turned towards the store, yelling from about 10 feet behind you stopped you both.

"Hey! Hey! You can't park there!" For a few seconds, you had no idea that he was talking to Jack. People yelling in Pittsburgh wasn't uncommon. You both kept walking until the man yelled again.

"You in the fucking truck! I'm talking to you! You can't park there you piece of shit." You felt Jack stiffen, his hand squeezing yours and a tired sigh leaving him before he turned. You had heard of people doing things like this, seen videos on Youtube, but you never thought that you would see it in person, let alone it be happening to your husband. Jack was calm as he spoke to the man. "Can I help you, sir?"

The man looked him up and down. "You. Can't. Park. There." He said, emphasizing each word. Jack scoffed. "Yeah, you said that. Wanna elaborate?" The man bristled at him. "You're clearly not handicapped, that's a handicap spot." You pulled your sunglasses up, placing them on the top of your head. "His license plate says otherwise. Why don't you mind your business?" The man rolled his eyes at you. "People lie. You can fake a license plate." Your eyes narrowed and you heard Jack sigh beside you again. "Look man, I just did a 12-hour shift in the ER, I don't have the energy for you. How about you just leave us alone?"

"How about you don't take a space someone actually needs?" You had enough, leaning down to pull up Jack's pant leg as Jack looked down at you as if to say 'What the fuck are you doing?' You showed the man just enough to make his eyes go wide. "I assure you, sir, that my husband served this country and has more than earned the right to park in that spot. Now, is this disabled enough for you, or do I need to take his prosthetic off and beat you with it for you to get a clue?"

The man looked startled, apologising sheepishly and thanking Jack for his service before rushing away. Jack could only stare at you as you turned back to him. "What? He had no right! He doesn't know what goes on in your life, on anyone else's!" Jack just shook his head, reaching out to pull your sunglasses down over your eyes and leaned down to kiss you softly.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

[seraphicloves]

𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆

⊱✿⊰ summary: your bestfriend asks you to teach him how to please a woman

⊱✿⊰ warnings: fingering, kissing, touching boobies, fem reader, SMUT WRITTEN BY A MINOR (dont report jst block pls), part one out two maybe, title from a wattpad book I read ifykyk

⊱✿⊰ notes: uhm so im slightly afraid to write smut abt a character ik my sister likes especially since she is in tumblr and knows my account. but like this idea is too good to pass up im sorry gang. Sissy if you see this dont judge ☠️ in fact dont mention it to me unless you liked it

im sorry for sinning 😔

"you want me to...what?" you asked, staring incredulously at the boy in front of you. his hair was a flaming pink, hiding his face in his hoodie. but you really had to hear him again, make sure you knew exactly what he was asking you to do.

"i want you to t-teach me," he stuttered, peeking a glance at you, "how to touch a g-girl."

so you hadn't misheard him originally, he really wanted you to show him the ropes on...sex? you could feel your heart speed up, imagining having his hands on you.

fuck, if you didn't already have a crush on idia this might just take you over the edge. it was to no surprise he was a virgin, he was a major recluse. but the fact he wanted to learn how to have sex, how to take care of the woman? that was more exciting than the actual thought of fucking him. (that was a lie but nobody needs to know that.)

he must've taken your silence negatively because he immediately groaned and said, "just forget it. it was a bad idea to even ask, i'm sorry."

before you could even think about it, you said quickly, "no,no don't be sorry. i'll do it; i'll teach you."

now it was his turn to give you a shocked look, surprised you had agreed. maybe it's weird for two friends to have sex, but you weren't sure you and idia had ever had a fully normal friendship. and if this is the only way you can have him close, then so be it.

but starting off strong might scare him off from the idea of sex - and romance - for the rest of his life. so you ought to start small, very very small.

you got closer until you could feel the warmth of his skin aganist yours, feeling his breath aganist your cheek. you gently grabbed his face, holding onto him delicately. your hands cupped his cheeks, as though he was your whole world and you were trying to contain it between your two palms.

"we can start with kissing," you whispered, watching the way he trembled when your lips brushed aganist the corner of his mouth. he was nervous, so delightfully scared you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in the bottom of your tummy.

he swallowed and nodded, eyes wide and unsure. but that was alright, as long as you were the confident one for him. you brought his face closer to yours until you were kissing.

it was...awkward at first. he smashed his lips aganist yours, accidentally crashing his teeth into you. but then he tried again- softer this time. he savored your taste, letting you tilt his head this way and that to maximize the delicate sensations.

once he got more used to your kisses, you got closer. close enough you were quite literally straddling his lap. his bulge poked into your thigh, coaxing the fire in your core you hadn't even realized turned into an inferno.

you kissed him again, more insistent this time. your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it until he let out a pretty little moan. you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his waiting mouth, allow your muscle to explore him. to utterly and entirely devour him.

idia whined, pulling away for a moment. he blinked, cheeks flushed and his expression ful of wide eyed wonder. you felt your lips curve into a smile, the slightest flicker of pride when you realized you caused your friend to look like that.

"i want to t-touch you," he huffed, whispering your name like it was a confession of sin. perhaps it was, after all you were now a teacher of seduction. the lecturer of debauchery.

"patience, baby." you said, patting his cheek. he glared at you half heartedly, though it quickly vanished when you rolled your hips ever so teasingly. he groaned, eyebrows knitted together as though he was trying to concentrate on holding himself together.

"i've been patient." idia argued, lifting his hands from his sides to squeezing your hips. it felt nice, the large expanse of his palm pressed aganist the squish of your hips. squeezing it, kneading it...

"alright alright." you laughed, focusing on idia instead of the wetness collecting in your underwear. fuck, how was he getting to you so effortlessly?

now you had to figure out how to possibly get idia to not combust into flames at seeing you naked. (though a small, devious, part of you enjoyed the idea.)

"tell me to stop if it gets to be too much." you said softly, pulling off from his lap. you missed the contact, but it didn't matter much. you would be much closer in a matter of moments.

a strange part of you enjoyed having him stare so intently as you pulled off your clothes, letting each item crumple to the ground. his eyes were so wide, his hair that pretty pink flaming behind him.

you pulled off your underwear until you were left there entirely exposed to your best friend. his eyes were everywhere, scanning every inch of you as if you were a new puzzle for him to solve.

"you're so pretty," he whispered, his voice almost achingly raw. his hands clenched the fabric of his pants, as if he was wishing to reach out and touch you.

"alright, idia." you said, clearing your throat from the sappy and decidedly not friendly feelings forming. you crawled back into the bed, patting it so he was sitting in front of you.

despite your initial hesitance, you laid on the bed and opened your legs for him. you let him stare at your pussy, practically drooling. although you were growing antsy for his hands on, and inside, you. so you didn't last very long with only his eyes caressing your skin.

you sat up and grabbed his hand, placing it on your tit. he practically jumped in his skin, letting out a surprised sound. but it could partially be due to the fact your nipple had hardened so quickly under his touch, pebbled and ready for him to play with.

"most girls need quite a bit of foreplay before the whole sex thing," you explained, trying to remember the whole reason you were in this situation was because he wanted to learn how to pleasure a woman. "and boobs are pretty sensitive so its good to play with."

he nodded, still fondling your breasts in his hands. he glanced at you, as though needing one last ounce of permission before he touched you fully. so you gave it to him, nodding and laying down.

a squeal was ripped from your lips when he suctioned his lips to your nipple, pinching your other. how the fuck did he learn that?

idia popped his mouth off your tit and gave you an anxious look, "i'm sorry! i heard that was something people do and i wanted to try but i didn't realize you might not-"

"its okay, idia." you interrupted, not wanting him to stress over something as silly as your noises, "i made that noise because it feels good. if i don't like something i'll tell you, okay?"

he frowned a bit, blushing, but overall nodded. then as if he was on a mission, he went back to licking and sucking on your nipples. he altnerated between them, making sure they recieved equal attention.

"idia," you said, though it ended up sounding a bit more like a whine. your pussy was feeling neglected, the cool air hitting aganist the slick to make you even more sensitive.

you grabbed his hand, trailing it down your stomach and lower until it brushed aganist your wet folds. he let out a shocked gasp, reanimating his hand and collecting some of the slick.

"you're so wet," he murmured, sort of exploring your pussy like it was some sort of invention he wanted to know how was made. you bit your lip to hide your whimper, wishing he could just find your clit and help you already.

"ngh, fuck," you groaned, giving up on letting him explore. you were needy enough that your head was spinning, your bones were melting.

"can you find go a bit higher, find my-" your voice was cut off when he found your clit, his eyes on your face the entire time. they were wide and innocent, examining your reactions like he was going to write a lab report about it.

he rubbed it in rough circular motions, slightly harsh that tinged the edges of your pleasure with pain. but overall he was doing a good job, even more so when you told him to rub your bundle of nerves more gently.

"do you just watch a lot of, ah, porn?" you asked, your hips twitching whenever he pinched that sensitive bud.

he gave you a shy look and shrugged, "i g-guess. i just tried learning about this online but it's not the same."

you nodded, knowing that was true. if you could get real dick online you'd be a lot more relaxed than you usually are. those with lack of orgasms tended to be rather high strung.

"well you're doing a good job, idia." you said, giving him a smile. it was slightly breathless, broken up by the whimperish sounds you were making. idia seemed to like them though, knowing he was causing you to feel that way.

"put your fingers inside, y-yeah, fuck," you sighed, "just like that."

his fingers were longer than they were thick, filling you up in ways you didn't realize those particular appendages could. he kept them there without moving for a moment, unsure, but when you nodded he started pumping them in and out. he started with two fingers, god were you really that wet? how down bad were you for this man?

"mhm, shit." you mewled, bucking your hips up when he curled his fingers inside of you. he wa still rubbing your clit as he did this, remembering what you taught him.

your core tightened, closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. it was like being on a roller coaster, waiting for the drop. it was going higher, higher, higher still. pausing right at the edge, teetering to make you feel even more blissful when you rushed down.

"fuck, fuck, idia!" you whined all of a sudden, feeling your orgasm slam aganist you. your pussy gushed, creaming around his fingers. your cunt clenched, tightening around his fingers like a vice.

once you came down from your high, you blinked in awareness cutting through the haze of lust. you hadn't even touched idia, was he upset? technically this was about him learning how to touch a girl but it felt embarrassing you came when he didn't.

he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping them with a napkin. so you sat up, ready to ask him if he wanted you to return the favor when your eyes fell on to the very apparent dark spot on the front of his jeans. oh.

he noticed you looking and said loudly, "stop looking! i know it's such a noob move of me but leave me alone! i'm still learning the control to this game."

you laughed in surprise, a bit amused that he was still acting normal. and to be honest you were flattered he came in his pants just at watching you.

"i'm not making fun of you, idia. it happens, okay?" you said, patting his hand slightly. he watched you but nodded, his face still that pretty bright red.

"alright well i got to get dressed before somebody walks in and realized what we were doing." you said grabbing your clothes and hurrying to the bathroom to hide the way your heart fluttered.

you were in big big trouble. now that you've felt his hands on you, how would you ever go back to normal? to just being friends when all you wished was to be his and for him to be yours. maybe you won't get his love, but at least you had his lust for this fleeting moment.

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