#tall boys radiating big dick energy

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draken being too tall for door frames

this guy cannot be 15/16 years old 😭✋

bonus: slenderman hanma

[madamechrissy]

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. Also, Cunnilingus first chap

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 8,330

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name.

Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? 💓Materlist💓

(If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓) Lawyer AU

Chapter 1

The music throbbed in your chest, vibrating against your ribs as you navigated the packed dance floor. You weren't much of a club person, but your good friend Maki insisted you needed to 'let loose' after a particularly stressful week doing the LSATS. It had definitely taken its toll on all of you and your friends, but you’d passed, now finally in one of the top law schools after your Bachelors.

Now, surrounded by a sea of bodies writhing to the beat, you were unsure what the appeal was, overwhelming your senses. The heat of the crowd, the energy radiating from every corner of the room, people so close as you stood there it was as if you could not breathe. Everyone was dancing wildly in the club, a club you felt out of place in.

For years you’d pretty much holed yourself up in your room or overachieved in class. you had no time for boyfriends, distractions, fun… not if you wanted a top score and a killer internship.

You were ambitious as fuck.

Maki said you should all be proud, let loose… have fun but you’d damn near forgotten how to.

Maki was dancing with Yuta now, another boy going to the same law school as you two, they wave at you through the crowd, you smile and wave back, then decide to face everyone and go grab a drink finally. You were more of a wallflower than anything, preferring to be at home with a good book rather than dancing around on various college boys, you wish you were a little more fun.

You head over to where the bar is, shyly getting the attention of the bartender, grabbing a cranberry vodka. The social anxiety was creeping in so you figure the alcohol will fix it.

You turn, then smash into someone.

“Shit!” You look at the broad chest you’d bumped into, the only thing in your field of vision, of a very expensive looking shirt you’d just dropped cranberry vodka all over, spreading through the fancy fabric quickly, luckily, it was a navy blue, but you still panicked. You snatch up a ton of napkins and start frantically wiping at it. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Can I pay for drycleaning? Do I need to buy one? I-”

A hand grabs your wrist, big, enveloping it like you were nothing, and your eyes finally rise up to the tall man in front of you, a smirk playing on handsome features. His eyes were the most striking thing about him, blue as the sky after a storm, sparkling with something devious, fringed by white spiky lashes. His face was so pretty it nearly hurt to look at.

Full lips, perfect model cheekbones, a strong jaw line… literally looking like he stepped out of GQ or something. His silvery white hair was striking, and he stood well over a foot taller than you, imposing, tempting…and your hand was on his chest, clutching crumpled napkins, your wrist in that firm grip.

You froze, overwhelmed, confused by your reaction… you’d met plenty of gorgeous men in your life, you had handsome male friends, but something about him drew out something primal in you… Something…

The fuck. The dude has you wet?

Jesus maybe you were due for a good fuck.

Maki was right.

“It’s all right, lots of women have this reaction. I’m just really ridiculously good looking.” He says with a grin, easing the grip off your wrist, taking your hand now, you gasp, mouth open, unsure of what to say. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re… arrogant as fuck! Wow.” He laughs, deep and baritone, and fuck if he isn’t even more attractive as he does.

“And you’re clumsy as fuck.” You sigh, covering your face now.

“I’m so sorry… I am clumsy, ugh. Can I try to get the stain out, please, I feel awful.” He snorts in laughter, looking down at you, intense gaze seeing right through you somehow. His look follows down your body, your low cut little crop top that was nothing like you were usually in, your little skirt…

“Trying to get me naked, hmm?” You scowl as he grabs your waist, but then some sensation hits you… the warm grip and his big fucking hands burn as they touch your bare skin. You falter, in confusion, for you had not even had a drink yet to account for such things.

“I am not at all! I just feel bad. I…” You wouldn’t mind seeing him naked, but you shove that thought down deep in the recesses, clearing your throat with a little blush, for his hand is still on your waist.

“Your own outfit is stained, baby girl. Look.” You peek down and realize what he’d been staring at. “My shirt’s dark, it'll be fine. We need to get that cleaned up.”

“It's okay, it's silky, it should come off.” You now rub the stain on your chest, which he openly looks at, sipping his own drink.

“You look like you don’t belong here.” He gestured to the crowded, loud club, full of dancing bodies, pool tables with beer pong set up, there was even a drunken Giant Jenga game, loudly crashing blocks. You looked back up to him, lost in that gaze, it was as if his eyes held your attention there.

“I don’t belong here.” You managed to say, and he brushed a lock of your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. God, how did just those little actions turn you on so much? “I don’t go out to clubs, I don’t really even do shit but study. My friends over there…” You point them out. “They are making me try.”

He smirks as he looks over at them. “Well, shit, then you should give it a shot. Want me to grab you another drink?”

“Oh no, I owe you one if anything. Can I buy you one?” He shrugs casually, smirking a bit.

“I’m so pretty a girl is buying me drinks, hmm?” You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head.

“Just tell me what you like.”

“Something sweet.” He whispers, leaning over you a bit, behind you, chest against your back, breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine, you wave back at the bartender, who takes pity on you.

“On the house, sweetheart.” He winks, and you blink in surprise.

“Oh thank you so much.” The bartender leans over a bit, smiling, and you feel this stranger next to you tense. “Can I also get a chocolatini?”

“Yummy.” He says next to you, and the bartender just looks at him, then eases back, smiling and handing it to you too.

“Thanks so much again.” You tip him big with a smile, then hand the white haired god next to you the little chocolate drink.

“Hmm, what is this?” He asks, icy blue eyes staring into the glass, stirring the chocolatey liquid around.

“It’s sweet. Try it.”

He takes a sip, licking his full lips, distracting you. “Mmm, this is perfect, shit.” He sips it, moaning and closing his eyes, and it pushes wild thoughts, addling your mind. “Okay, forgiven for the mess.”

“Good.” You start sipping your drink and sighing, letting the tart bite hit your tongue.

“Satoru, by the way.” He says, in that deep voice, a baritone that hit octaves that did wild things to your psyche. You look up at him, realizing just how close you are, feeling overheated. You tell him your name, softly, and he repeats it, sounding far too good on his lips.

“Well, it's nice to literally run into you, Satoru. I guess.”

“Usually I get girls wet, not the other way around.” He says audaciously, with a wink, you snort in laughter.

“You’re something else.” You say with an eye roll, then peek over to see Maki drunkenly making out in a corner, grinding her ass on Yuta as they dance. “Ah shit, I don’t think I’m gonna have my friends tonight. Third wheel life, but they’re my good friends who deal with me being antisocial.”

“You did seem pretty fucking awkward.” He says teasingly, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Dick.” You snort, sipping your drink, the music hits and it’s one of your favorite songs, but you’re too nervous to do anything, just standing there. You peek up at him in surprise. “You don’t have to hang out over here, I am sure your friends want to hang out with you.”

“Yeah… they’re all out of here at this point. I was heading out too, just closing up the tab when you ran into me.” You suddenly feel a weird sense of disappointment that should not exist.

“Oh…” You sip your drink again, hips ever so slightly swaying to the beat of the music, body starting to feel the warmth as the liquor slides through you. “Well it was nice meeting you though? And you got a chocolatini?”

“Yes, and it is yummy.” He stands there, and your eyes lock, something just pulling you towards the man too gorgeous to exist in this world, the conceited little shit who smelled really fucking good. You expect him to leave, but he just stands, sipping his drink, eyes lowering to your hips as they sway.

“How’d you end up here anyway?” You ask, leaning your head to the side, hair falling. He casually brushes it back, you struggle not to show how much you like it, casual fucking little caresses when you're touch starved as it is. But especially from him for some reason.

“I was just hanging out with my friends, Suguru and Kento. Just unwinding a bit, we get together once a month at some random place and get lit.” He sips more of his drink, somehow you’ve gotten closer.

“Oh, that sounds like fun though. I swear I don’t think I’ve been to a club? Is that really pathetic?”

“You’re kinda boring huh?”

“Maybe. I apparently need to let loose and have fun since I got my Bachelors degree.”

“It’s not the worst idea. You like this song don’t you?” He asks softly, and you feel your heart race, nervously trying to stop the swaying of your body to the beat. You nod, instead, and he takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.

“I… what are we…”

“Let’s dance. That'll loosen you up a bit.”

“I don’t know how to…” You say softly, confused, he laughs a bit, shaking his head and setting your empty drinks on the bar.

“Everyone can, just follow your body.” He's so confident and self assured.

Satoru is leading you to the dance floor, the music pounding in your ears along with your erratic heartbeat. He pulls you against him, his scent hits you, something intoxicating about it. He pauses for a moment, looking down at your face intently. Even in your heels you have to crank your neck back to look at him, intimidating in his presence.

“What do I… how do I do it?” You ask, he clears his throat, smirking again, turning you so your ass and back are against him, you gasp just a bit. His hands hit low on your hips, so warm through them, luoure hot and sticky between your thighs.

“Feel the beat of the song.” He murmurs in your ear, moving your hips in a figure eight motion with those big hands. Why were they so big? Fuck. “You’re too tense, close your eyes and just focus on the music and me.”

His words were a velvet caress, you’d do anything he asked when it sounded like that, it was pathetic almost. You close your eyes, and your other senses are heightened then, feeling his touch, hard body behind you, inch by inch, the fabric of his expensive clothes brushing on your bare skin.

“Like that?” You ask, moving your ass a bit side to side, he shakes his head, grabbing your hips, desire shoots through you.

“Nah, loosen up more. There, like that.”

You let your body sway with his, feeling the heat between your skin, the soft brush of his hips against yours, his hand sliding up your back, fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls you closer, and you gasp as his body pressed against yours, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a jolt of want.

His hips begin to move against yours, a slow, steady rhythm, and you lose yourself to the music and him, the way he holds you when you face him now, the way he feels, hard lithe body against yours. His hands move up and down your waist, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly, making you shiver, a crazy ache wracking through your body.

You tilt your chin up to look at him, arms around his neck, and find his ethereally gorgeous eyes locked onto yours, pupils dilated, making the blue rings of his eyes glow in the blinking lights of the dim club, and his full lips are parted. He's just dripping fucking sex, he’s way too attractive, it was difficult to keep moving and not just stand there and stare at him.

Satoru seems just as lost in this moment as you are, and it only makes you want him more… fuck you didn’t do this, you didn’t think of these things, you had too much to do, too much to focus on. But fuck… would it be the worst thing? To let yourself lose it in the moment, just go with it?

Were you looking too into it?

The music fades out in your head now, the thudding of your heart pounding in your ears, as you feel the way his hips still move against you, the way your hands grip his neck now, you both are just swaying. You’re on your tip toes in heels and nowhere near his height, and it makes you hornier, how fucking big he is, even his hands. He makes you horny, some random stranger you spilled a drink on in the club.

The air feels thick, almost heavy, and for a moment, hard to breathe as both of your eyes stay locked on each other, his hands slide down your hips, they’d been respectful, but they grow bolder. Every beat of the music vibrates through you, along with something maddening, you’re drawing closer and closer to him.

“How am I doing now?” You ask, breathless, he smirks, fucking hot and arrogant as fuck, drawing you in further.

“You’re not too bad.” He teases, you roll your eyes, easing back, but he grabs you to him, hands on your ass now, and you pause, as he grips it, an ass cheek in each of his big hands. “Now that… that’s fucking nice.”

“My ass?” You ask, laughing, he nods, grinning with those fangs of his glinting in the dark smoky room. “Handsy, huh?”

“Want me to stop?” He asks, and you shake your head, looking down a bit, he takes one of his hands, easing your chin up to look at him. Your pulse is hammering in your throat, as he bends lower, you stare at those lips, growing hot everywhere, breath in little pants.

“Oh! Oh…” Maki comes up behind you, and you pause, whirling your head to look at her, she has a big giant grin on her face. “Well, well, introduce me.”

“This is…”

“Satoru.” He smiles, nodding over to her, but he didn’t let you go, he didn’t even move the hand on your ass until you smack at his hand. He glares, as if you’ve taken a toy from him.

“Maki. I was gonna let you know I’m heading out soon, I figured you would wanna come with… or are you… hmm, hanging out more?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, you cover your face in embarrassment.

“I think he was leaving, weren’t you?” You look up at him, his grip tightens just a bit on your waist.

“I am leaving soon, yeah. Can she stay a little longer hmm?” He asks with puppy dog eyes, leaning on your shoulder. Maki rolls her eyes, nodding.

“I’ll give you all another twenty to… dance? I’ll find ya.” She kisses your cheek, and runs off, surely to tell Yuta. You peer back up at Satoru curiously. His gaze has gone from flirtatious to hungry.

“Did you wanna dance more?” You ask, and he laughs a bit.

“I’d like to eat you out.”

“Wha-?”

“Mmhmm.” He’s just standing there, after saying something so fucking wild, your brows dip low in confusion, and your pussy is wet as fuck.

Shit.

“I… huh?”

“I said I-”

You shut his mouth with your hand, yanking him down to do so, he’s so damn tall, and he’s laughing behind your palm. “I heard you! God…”

“You seem so tense.” He murmurs, easing your hand down, then he kisses it, but it’s not gentlemanly, it’s fucking devious, those eyes are insane. “And you’re crazy fucking hot.”

“Me? You… you are.”

“Aw you think I’m hot?” You sigh, looking down for a moment. “Time is ticking, we have less than twenty, and I like to take my time.”

“Jesus… you just wanna eat me out?”

“What, you haven’t done it?” You look away, clearing your throat, and anticipation is eating at you. “Oh fuck, you haven’t!”

“Shush. Why do you want to just do that?”

“It’s fun, duh.” He rolls his eyes at you, as if it were so simple. Your cunt throbs around nothing now, and you look at his lips.

“Don’t most men ask for a blow job?”

“Not men. Boys. I’m a man, baby girl.”

He practically purrs those words, and you’re getting even wetter. “We haven’t even kissed?”

He leans down, wrapping an arm around your hips, lifting you up, like you’re just some doll. Your breath comes out in a squeak, and his lips are pressed on yours now, your arms wrap around his neck, and he’s kissing you as your legs dangle. You open your mouth, moaning, as his tongue slides in, against your own, shooting desire down through you.

“Better?” He whispers, kissing you softer, little pops of kisses. You moan into his lips, tasting his minty breath, mixing with the sweet drink you’d made him.

“I don’t ever do this.” You breathe out. “I… fuck… okay?”

“Yeah?” You nod.

“Yeah.”

Satoru eases you down, and then you’re wildly following him through the throngs of dancers and clubgoers, until he’s knocking, and you all are slinking into the club’s rather fancy fucking bathroom. You contemplate your life in those moments, but when you’re in the bathroom and he’s shoved you against the door, kissing you again, you just go with it.

He feels so good.

“You’re a good kisser, fuck.” You murmur against his lips, he grins, and you realize you’re inflating his ego.

“Mmhmm, I am. I’m even better at this.” He drops to his knees, and your heart is in your throat, your eyes are wide as he’s lifting your skirt up, easing your panties down, smirking up at you.

“Mnh…” Is all that you manage, when he takes them fully off, putting one of your thighs on his shoulder, kissing the sensitive inner part of it. You brace yourself on his broad shoulders, entire body trembling. “Fuck…”

“Say my name, pretty. Satoru.” He orders, and you nod, then your hand gently goes through his hair, silky and perfect against your touch.

“Satoru… I… you sure?”

“If you want it.” You nod, maybe too eager, and his head dips, shoving your skirt up your hips, and he flicks his tongue up your slit. You cry out, trembling at the sensation, so fucking good your hips jerk. “You’re soaked…” He whispers, peeking up at you with those eyes.

You just nod again, you’re at a loss for words now, gulping, and he’s back down there, moaning against your clit, and you gasp as pleasure hits you hard, clenching in your tummy and spreading. His tongue is hot against you, pressure just perfect on your little clit, your hands enwrap further, gripping his hair, and he’s fucking moaning, vibrating on your cunt.

“Satoru…” You cry out, and you’re pulsing around nothing, wetness pouring out of you in spurts, he drinks you up, the sounds obscene in the little bathroom, the music and loud people fading further and further.

“You taste so good.” He murmurs as he pulls back a bit, you manage a mumbled thank you that he smiles at, his eyes are even brighter, a madness almost in them that surely matched your own. You caress his face, thumb rubbing on his lip, mixed with your cum and his saliva, and he moans then, yanking your hand down to your clit. “Feel how wet I’ve got you.”

“Fuck! Mnh…” You feel your slickness against your own fingers now, shaking as you hit your now swollen clit.

Satoru puts your hand back on his head, dipping back down, devouring you, and you hear how wet you are, hear him slurping you up, you’re falling apart, unraveling for this stranger. A guy you just met in a damn nightclub, what is wrong with you? But he’s giving you an unreal amount of pleasure, you’re pulsing now when he slides a long, thick finger in you.

Someone knocks.

You curse.

“Keep quiet, pretty, they’ll hear you.” He winks up at you, and you nod, holding a hand to your face, arching your hips up for more of his touch, his mouth, and he’s working your clit with his tongue as he’s massaging your g spot with his fingertip, it’s too much, too much.

“Mnh!” You struggle to hide your moans, more people are knocking, it’s banging against your back, and Satoru’s devouring you, every bit of your cunt, and you feel yourself start to shake, pleasure shooting through your entire body, your walls are tightening around those long fingers, stretching you out so deliciously. “Satoru… I… too much…”

“Shush.” He peers up at you, those gorgeous goddamn eyes, his eyes are heavy lidded with desire, his face is half covered in your slickness, glistening. “Cum on my face, let me drink you up.” His voice is deep, hoarse, and you start falling apart on his fingers, he grins, devious. “That’s it. Cum for me, pretty.”

He’s back down there, and his finger hits just so, his tongue flicking faster and faster on your aching clit, and you slam both hands on your mouth as he holds your hips up, burying his face. You fall apart, cumming so hard you can’t even see, it’s all blackness, your ears are buzzing, your body is shaking. You reach down blindly, to balance on his shoulders, and he’s drinking it up.

He’s drinking you.

Fuck.

His tongue flicks a couple more times, as more people bang on the door you rested back on, and he pulls back finally, grinning up at you, having just wrecked you completely. You can’t breathe, you can’t stand, he’d just casually given you the best orgasm of your life, and not even known you, not even known your body…

“Fuck.” You manage, and he stands then, kissing you, bending low, cupping your face with those big hands.

“See how good you taste?” He murmurs, flicking his tongue on your lips, all you can do is moan. He laughs a bit at you. “Those eyes after cumming… yep… that’s the hottest shit I’ve seen.”

“My eyes? Have you seen…”

Someone opens the door then, and you curse, yanking your skirt down, Satoru just casually leans over to look, scowling. “Excuse me, I’m busy.”

“Oh shit, sorry…” The drunken guy who’d broken in stumbles back, and then you hear him throwing up.

Satoru rolls his eyes, and then you both leave, you absentmindedly notice your panties are in the bathroom, up on the damn counter, and run embarrassingly back in to snatch them up. You run back out, trying to see where he went off to, but it’s a chaotic mess, everyone is going this way and that, and before you know it, you can’t even see him, so short compared to all of the people.

Maki comes and grabs your hand, and you follow her, searching for him, where could a tall man with white hair hide anyway?

“What’d you do, oh my god!” She turns you to her, you errantly notice everyone around you getting rowdier, there are crazy fights even breaking out. “You got freaky in the club bathroom didn’t you?”

“Oh god, Maki, shh!” Your skin is bright red now, she’s grinning like a crazy woman.

“He was hot! Get his number?”

“No and… I don’t see him, shit.” You’re trying to look around, Maki does too, but no sign of him. You all look for another five minutes, as things are getting rowdy with a couple of the club goers, fighting over some girl. You both sigh. “Dammit, I really… I think I like him, Maki, and he’s gone. Ugh.”

“It’s okay, love, you’ll run into him again.” She squeezes your hand, and your mind goes to him, to Satoru, who has brought you so much pleasure so quickly. “Ooh, look him up!”

“Is that… stalker ish? I only have his first name…”

“Nah. He seemed interested. Let’s get us home and then we’ll see if he has socials or anything, we’ll find him.”

You sit in the back of the car with Maki and Yuta, who are just making out the entire time, staring out the car window at the street lights that pass. You can’t shake the thoughts of him, of Satoru… you pick up your phone, typing his name in Facebook, nothing. Instagram, nothing. Tiktok? You doubt it, but you try… and, nothing.

Without a last name you were screwed, but there weren’t even any ‘Satoru’ profiles that you could find. Cursing internally, you lay your head back in frustration. You didn’t even tell him you liked him, you just… came on his fucking face? An arrogant, gorgeous man’s pretty face. His tongue had done things that had…

Shit.

Two months later, you found yourself sitting in the lecture hall at the beginning of law school, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation for the journey ahead. You take out your little laptop, hands sweaty and nervous, wishing Maki and Yuta were in this class with you. You were in an advanced program, having scored so high, so you were thrown in with more experienced students.

You also had a big chance at the coveted internship with the top law professor, who taught this very class. You peek at your syllabus, this is supposed to be the top young professor that everyone kept going on about, his name was Professor Gojo. You open up your laptop now, popping open the note taking app on there, when a chatter begins.

As the professor walked in, you barely looked up at first, seeing a tall, lithe body in a pinstripe suit. You look back down, turning off your phone to be safe, hearing the women in the class murmuring.

“He’s so hot!” They kept whispering, you peek around curiously, then look back up to him, seeing a shock of silvery white hair.

Your heart falters.

As he began to introduce himself, writing his name on the board, you couldn't believe your eyes. It was him - Satoru.

The man that had made you cum with his mouth.

He was your fucking law professor?

Shit.

As Satoru- or, Professor Gojo apparently, spoke, his eyes met yours, that piercing blue across the room, almost as if he was looking through you. He pauses for a moment, full lips opening then closing, before clearing his throat, putting back on a smirk and an air of arrogance.

“Professor Gojo, welcome to Criminal Law. I assume there are mostly second years. Any first semester students?” You and two others are the only ones that raise your hands. “Interesting. Your name?” He asks the girl to the right of you.

“Yuki.” She answers softly.

“And yours?” He asks the other guy to the left of her, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he saunters across the room, like he fucking owns it, commanding the attention of everyone. The room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop.

“Ijichi.” He says.

Professor Gojo looks at you, and your pulse hammers in your throat, like it’s about to explode. You cannot breathe as his blue eyes laser focus on you, those frosty white lashes framing them, you remember him staring up at you, between your thighs, on his fucking knees.

“And you, your name?” You quietly give him your name, and he smirks at you, upturn to those devious fucking lips. You try not to wriggle under his gaze, tilting your chin up instead. “Ah. All right, so tell me why you’re here today.”

“To attend class?” The class laughs a bit, Gojo just grins, shaking his head at you.

“No, why are you here?”

“To become a lawyer.” You answer, firmer, as he walks up towards you now, stepping up the stairs of the large class and leaning on your desk with one of his long arms, big hand clutching the wood. Hands you can’t help but fucking stare at.

“Aren’t they all? But why did you choose to be?” He asks, leaning forward just a bit. You take a shaky breath, then look directly into that bright blue gaze of his, licking your lower lip, his eyes drop right to the action.

“I wanted to make a difference in people's lives. I want to give voices to those that may not have one.” You murmur, and he exhales, smirk back on, nodding.

“We all start for that, surely. Don’t we?” He asks the class, they nod, attentive to every word of his. He turns, walking back down the stairs and starting to write on the board.

Your heart pounds against your ribs, a flush creeping up your neck as you think of that night, burned into your goddamn brain for months. You were the one making those sounds, those moans, as he drank you up, you remember the taste of him, the feel of his tongue on your sensitive skin.

Your fingers itch to touch yourself, to remember how good it felt, and you burn with shame and embarrassment. The amount of times you had played with yourself thinking of him was borderline pathetic, and now here he was, mysterious little shit, and unattainable.

Fuck.

“Don't worry, we'll get along just fine, I’m pretty relaxed mostly. You could say I have the ‘rizz’.” He winks, and everyone snorts in laughter, but you can’t even focus. “I was where you were just a few years back. So it’s doable to advance if you bust your ass. Understood?”

They all nod, enraptured by him. Who wouldn’t be.

“But first, a few rules before we begin. One, you will address me as Professor Gojo, or Gojo, not my first name. I am very friendly and accessible as a teacher but that’s one thing I do ask.”

Satoru. Satoru… you’d fucking cried out. Jesus.

“Two, you will be respectful of your classmates and their opinions, and hear them out, even if the opinions are shit.” They break out in laughter again. “Shit opinions can be shit on later. Let em finish the dumb thoughts first, so I can fix them.”

They’re all nodding, they women are all swooning, he commands the entire goddamn room.

“Three, there will be no cell phone use during class unless it’s something important, which you can step out for. You spend enough time on your Instagram and Snap at home, not here. Using your laptop is fine for notes, not tentacle porn hentai, heathens.”

They burst out laughing now, and even you giggle, bringing his eyes to lock upon you, drinking you in.

“Do you understand these rules, class?"

When he pauses, your gaze meets his again, and you feel like you're drowning in those blue eyes. Does he remember you even? Did he care? A man that looks like him surely has numbers in the stratosphere, and he hadn’t bothered to get your number. Had he dipped all together?

Did he even like it?

Fuck.

You swallow hard, trying to find your voice amidst the chaos in your head. You manage to croak out a "Yes, Professor Gojo," with the class before looking down at your desk.

“Perfect. All right, so… Yuki, was it?” The girl nods eagerly. “Now, let's say that a student in this class was to break into my office and steal an exam. What would the possible criminal charges be?"

"Well, Professor Gojo, the student could be charged with burglary, as they entered the office without permission. Additionally, depending on the value of the exam, it could also be considered academic fraud punishable by law."

He nods. “Well said. Now… you.” He says your name, and you sit up straight, panicking, you can't help but notice the way he's looking at you. There's an intensity to his gaze that makes your heart race.

“Yes, Professor Gojo?”

He pauses, fixing you with his piercing blue eyes. "A similar scenario, but change it up. Let’s say you have invited me to your apartment, to stay the night, because I’m so charming.” He winks at the class, who are in a fit of giggles, and peers back at you. “You faint, because I was just that good looking, an understandable response.” He’s walking up to you. You raise a brow.

“I have a stronger constitution than that, Professor Gojo.” The class now gasps, some giggling at your answer. He grins, those white teeth blinding, fangs like a damn vampire showing.

“I see, impressive. But, nevertheless, you’re asleep, and you have invited me to stay the night. What if I steal an item of yours?”

The room goes silent as his words sink in. You feel your heart racing, your palms sweating. You try to gather your thoughts, but you can't help but feel unsettled by his line of questioning, of the images he’s painting in your overheated mind. Him in your damn apartment, between your…

"Well?" He prompts, leaning forward slightly. "What would you think is the appropriate course of action in such a scenario? Seeing as you have trusted me, a very handsome stranger, put yourself in the situation. With no proof."

You swallow hard, feeling a knot forming in your throat, it's as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, to make you feel vulnerable and exposed. You try to compose yourself, to remember what you know, but you can't help but feel like you're drowning in the intensity of his presence, hard to breathe even.

"In that situation, Professor Gojo, I believe that the law would still consider it theft, even if you had a personal connection to me. The item would still belong to me, and taking it without my permission would be a violation of my rights." You pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. "However, I also think that the court might take into account the nature of our relationship and any possible mitigating factors, such as your intentions or remorse."

His eyes narrow, and for a moment, you think you see a glint of amusement in them. "An interesting answer," he says, "But remember, the law is not always concerned with intentions or mitigating factors. It is often a cold, impersonal thing, meant to uphold the greater good."

“That can be true, though without proof of having something I also think you would possibly get away with it. I haven’t itemized and taken pictures of everything in my home, so it could be hearsay.” He nods approvingly at that, grinning.

"That’s correct. Fortunately, however, I don't intend to break into your home anytime soon, so you won’t be fainting. From me at least.” The class laughs a bit at his joke, and you can feel your cheeks flush.

“You can break into my house!” Comes a shout from the back, and Gojo throws his head back in laughter, heading back down the stairs, along with the class.

“Calm down, heathens. Now listen, itemizing things or taking pictures is a good idea. So that when you invite handsome strangers you at least have something to go on. So, you all want to be lawyers, to help others, correct?”

Everyone nods.

“You could say that I was drawn to it for similar reasons to all of you.” He sits in his large office chair, tall brown leather, leaning back casually, throwing his legs up on the large desk. “Personally, I found the intricacies of the law fascinating, and I wanted to make a difference in people's lives too. Like you.” He nods to you, and you want to fall into a goddamn hole.

“But I also saw the potential for it to be used as a tool for justice, or perhaps even revenge in some cases, you can be a regular vigilante batman." His voice drops, taking on a more serious tone, intriguing you now, as did his every movement. "As your professor, my goal is to help you navigate these complexities and find your own path within the legal system. Whether that path leads you to is all up to you."

The classroom feels heavy with his words. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you yet again, and you feel as if he's not just talking about your future as a lawyer anymore. There's an intensity to this moment that you can't quite explain, and it leaves you feeling both exposed and strangely alive, every sense thrumming, including unfortunately your cunt.

Cunt he’d licked.

Fucking kill me.

When he licks his lips, you’re wrecked, how you’d focus at all today would be some sort of miracle.

The time passes quickly, and before you know it, the bell rings signifying the end of class. He is electrifying and intriguing as a teacher just as much as he was at the bar, the random dude that kissed you, that danced with you… was your first…

You gather your belongings, slowly making your way towards the exit. You feel a gentle yet insistent tap on your shoulder. You freeze, and turn around, finding yourself face-to-face with Professor Gojo, or Satoru? What would you call him in your head, and what did it matter. Your throat goes dry.

"Professor Gojo?" You say, a little taken aback, the class is filing out, leaving just the two of you in the huge lecture hall.

"Can you stay after for a moment?" He asks, and you gulp, desire shooting through you mixed with apprehension. You nod, feeling a sudden urge to run your hands through your hair or fiddle with something to steady your nerves.

“Sure.”

“Have a seat.” He says softly, going to shut the door with a click that echoes in the room, you feel like some high schooler about to get punished, but instead of worrying you the very thought thrills you far more than it should.

Stop thinking like that.

"What the fuck, Satoru?” You stand still as he comes walking back to you in long strides. You fold your arms in front of your chest, scowling up at the tall gorgeous man. “What even happened…"

"Shh." He covers your mouth with fingertip, then his thumb is tracing your bottom lip, want shoots through you hot, tummy clenching hard as he looms over you. "You're in my class now, and I need you to focus.”

“Fucking focus? On what? It’s goddamn near impossible.” You smack his hand off of you, glaring.

“I said. Have. A. Seat.” He whispers, commandingly, and for some fucking reason you listen, sitting down in his giant leather seat, as he sits up on the desk, casually crossing his stupidly long legs. “That’s better, pretty.”

“Do not even call me that.” You hiss, and he chuckles at you, rolling his eyes, shaking his head.

“Why are you mad at me when you just disappeared that night?” His thin white brows go low over his eyes, and you blink in confusion, frowning.

“Me? No, you. What six foot whatever-”

“Six-Four.”

Fuck that’s tall. “What Six-foot-four white haired dude just disappears in a crowd? Clearly you left. And if you didn’t like what we did, you could have just let me know and stopped! I-”

He’s standing in front of you now, arm on either side of you, glaring deeply into your eyes. You’re panting, he’s so fucking close… “You think I didn’t like eating your pussy?”

You’re dead silent, all the drive and determination has left you, nothing at all is there but an insane desire for it again. The memories wash over you. You manage a little nod, and he laughs at you, throwing his head back, before looking back over you, menacingly almost.

“You’re not as smart as I thought. Guess what…” He’s bent over completely, overtaking your senses. “I loved eating your little pussy. I can’t get the taste out of my goddamn mind.” You freeze, breathing in little pants, suddenly that blazer you wore to look professional feels too tight, suffocating.

“Why’d you disappear then?” You manage to choke out a whisper.

“I got a call from my friend, and I answered it for a moment when you ran into the bathroom again. I came back and looked everywhere, you were completely gone. I was going to…” He trails off, shaking his head and smirking again. “Never mind. So you thought I dipped. Aw, did it make you sad, poor little girl?” He caresses your face, you grit your teeth.

“Nope. Not at all.” You lie. He frowns, narrowing those obscenely beautiful blue eyes at you. “Just found it rude.”

“Are you sure you haven’t played with that tight cunt thinking of me?” He leans over, whispering, and you throb around goddamn nothing. You shake your heat, jaw clenched so hard it ached. He grins. “Liar.”

“Sue me.” You say with a raised brow, his grin just grows bigger.

“Smart ass little bitch.”

“Don’t call me that, asshole.”

“Don’t call your professor that.”

“Don’t look at your student like that.”

He raises a brow, eyeing your chest, where your nipples are hard against the lace of your bra. “Wear something where I can’t see those nipples perk up. Hmm, I didn’t see these, did I?” His hands brush down the side of your breasts, over your blazer, your blouse…

“And you won’t ever see them.” You shove at his chest, standing, and he grabs your wrists, tightly.

“You’d die for me too, wouldn’t you? Bet it was all you thought about as I did my lecture, me sucking on them. Poor little brat.” He yanks you against him, and you melt unwillingly.

“Nope, I sure the fuck wasn't. You act as if it was so monumental.” You roll your eyes, but you’re full of shit.

“Yeah fucking right, you’ve never cum like that, have you?” You scowl, you want to lie, but you just can’t manage it. His devious shithead grin is in full force. “I Knew it, you fell apart so easily.”

“What’s that even matter? And what do you want, Professor Dickhead.”

"You're a good student with insane test scores," he says, his voice low and serious. "But I need to make something clear. What happened between us will not interfere with your education. I won’t go any easier on you, I’ll push you just the same if not more."

“As if I’d want you to? Like I knew you’re a fucking professor. You seem like a whole idiot.”

He scowls now at you as well, you yank out of his grip, backing up until your ass is against his desk, and he’s barring you between his arms. “I didn’t know you were a fucking law student either. You don’t seem the type.” His eyes go up and down your body slowly.

“Fuck you. Professor Gojo. Respectfully.” You shove at him, feeling his hard chest under your hands, you falter.

“Fuck me, hmm? Baby girl, you can’t, you’re my student.”

“I’m sure the fuck not your ‘baby girl’. Who even eats out some random girl at a club anyway!”

He raises a brow, looking up and down your body, undressing you with his stupidly pretty gaze. “Who gets eaten out by a random guy at the club?”

“Ugh!” You shove at him again, he doesn’t budge, your eyes lock onto his and you suppress every base instinct to just kiss his glossy lips. “Fuck you.”

“You like to proposition me. How inappropriate, Miss Brat.”

“I have a name!”

“Miss Brat works better. Fits you more.”

“Professor Dickhead fits you!” He laughs at that, and shakes his head, caressing your face gently, and you freeze. He grows serious.

“I won’t push shit on you. I’m not trying to lose my job, or fuck up your law career, so you don’t really have to worry.” He bends low, a breath away from your lips now, and you tremble, eyes zooming in on them, remembering their taste. “Question is, can you focus when you’re dripping wet looking at me?”

“Oh you conceited fucking dick!” You haul off and smack him then, he grins, deviously, like he enjoyed it, a little red mark on his perfect face.

“Maybe play with your pussy before you come into class, get it all out of your system so you can focus.”

“I can’t fucking stand you! I can’t believe I even… that I…” You feel emotion catch in your throat, blinking it back rapidly, wanting to sob, as you thought you’d felt something, that you liked him.

He pouts a bit, watching you intently, tilting his head and brushing your hair back gently with his fingers. You hate how much you like it. He studies you carefully with those baby blues that you’d dreamt of, a serious look to his handsome face, a jawline you wanted to caress and punch simultaneously.

“That you what?” He whispers, and you shake your head.

“Nothing. I need to get to my next class. Please, move. I promise I won’t be pining away from you or some shit.” He clears his throat, easing back, hands in his pockets again.

“Good, that would be bad for both of us.” He mused, acting so casual, so nonchalant that it infuriated you.

“I imagine shit like that is common for you, right?”

“Eating out stupidly hot girls?” You shrug at that, refusing to acknowledge how that made you feel.. “It’s a favorite pastime of mine.”

“Yeah, that tracks.” You turn, grabbing your books, ass pressing against his hard body, and it makes you throb, thinking of that dance with him.

Something far too big and hard is against your ass, making you both tense. You bend over, feeling like torturing this asshole back just a bit, before standing back up, slowly turning and looking up at him. You smile a bit when you see his flustered look, breaking down the usual cockiness you have seen from him.

“Cat got your tongue, Professor?” You whisper, hugging the books to your chest tightly, he exhales, opening his mouth, and the bell rings again.

“Fuck.” He whispers, backing up just a moment and running his hand through his silky white hair.

“See you in class next week.” You say, and he pauses you again, making you scowl this time. “What are you playing at?”

“I didn’t disappear. I wanted your number or… something.” He mumbles, and you blink in surprise, your heart fluttering. “None of that matters now, anyway, we can’t… do anything. So.”

“Nope, we can’t.” You turn, walking, hearing him sigh.

“Whose class do you have, Miss Brat?” He asks, haughty, you glare at him over your shoulder. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s making things hard.”

“Don’t call me that, Professor Dickhead.” He snorts, you peek down at your schedule then. “It’s Contracts with Professor Nanami. Then after that, Torts with Professor Geto.”

“Fuck you’ve even got my best friends as your other teachers.”

“I really need to go. Just… forget it happened I guess?” Your heart aches as you say it, but what choice do you have? He frowns.

“That’s not happening and you know it. Just get a good vibrator and think of me, it should work. I could give you my business cards to get off to? My picture is pretty.” You flip him off, ignoring his laughter as you walk out of the room.

You struggle to breathe, leaning back against the cold wall of the hallway, wishing it would soothe your overheating skin. The man that you’d been thinking of for two months straight was your goddamn professor, not just that, he was the one that had the top internship opportunity.. You can still taste his lips on yours, taste yourself as he had kissed you…

It only makes it worse.

You walk quickly across campus until you get into Contracts, your cheeks burning from the memory of his hardness against you, and the anger from the way he acted, so fucking conceited, so immature. How the fuck was he the best lawyer for his age? You’d heard so much about him and never knew it was him…

Professor Nanami was ridiculously tall and handsome as well, dirty blonde hair and a tan suit over his buff body. You wonder just what the fuck this school is thinking, hiring all these models as professors, but he had no effect on you like he did the rest of the class. Luckily, he seemed humble, serious, more like what you would expect, but of course…

Your mind was wrapped around Professor Dickhead.

Just what would this semester be like?

And why do you ache so goddamn bad.

Forget him… forget it…

How?

You’re screwed.

Chapter 2

Also on a03 - Ch 1 https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/144669811

[nirvanawrites111]

May I Have Your Attention Please? (Sub!Hongjoong x dom!reader)

Word count: 2757

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem Reader, She/her pronouns

Genre: enemies to lovers, dom!reader x sub!idol

Warnings: smut, pegging, fingering male receiving, GANGTEEZ tings, mention of drugs, cum eating, handjob, spanking, a little degrading not much

Also, MDNI pls and thank you!!!

"Hongjoong, why do you keep stealing my corner, boys?" You barge into his meeting, not giving a fuck who he's talking to or what he's talking about.

His crew, affectionally known as Gangteez, pulls out their guns on you, but that doesn't bother you.

You stand tall and hold your head high with your hands at the sides of your hips. The latest dress from YSL covers your body with your favorite YSL heels to match.

You make eye contact with the devil himself, Kim Hongjoong. His gaze on you is intense, but it doesn't intimate you a bit.

Hongjoong snaps his black-painted fingers, and the six men lower their guns. He stands up from his desk and walks around.

His steps are wide, and he hovers toward you.

While you are wearing a red dress that is inches away from your knees, Hongjoong is wearing a leather jacket with a matching beret—one of his signatures with a Balmain t-shirt and jeans.

Of course, he stands before you a few inches shorter than you since you have on heels. Right now, the only thing that will soothe this matter is you digging your YSL heel into his chest and killing him yourself.

The room is incredible, and even though you are towering over him. He manages to radiate big dick energy though you hate to admit it.

You don't have to explain how much you are a boss bitch to any of these muthafuckers in this room. Your work and contribution to the game speak for themselves.

"Clear the room," he instructs his gang, and there is a quick pattering of feet against the carpeted floor. There isn't questioning of his decision or backtalk. Similar to how things are when you are with your crew.

His orbs are still locked on you, and you haven't bothered to look away. Some people might be scared of the leader of Gangteez, but not you.

The door closes, and he smirks at you. "So, now, do I have your attention, Y/n?" Hongjoong raises a questioning brow.

You tilt your head and study his face. Where the fuck is this coming from? Why would he need your attention?

Attention? You tilt your head and study his face. Where is this coming from?

"What is this really about, Joong? I don't come to this side of town often."

"I know it's hard for you to be around us common folk, but you are so hard to reach. So, I figured this was the best way to get your attention."

"Hard to reach?" You chuckle, almost in disbelief at his gesture. "My number hasn't changed in years. So, cut the bullshit. What do you want?"

"I was thinking we could have a little arrangement," His eyes lower and trails down your body. His gaze is invasive.

You snap your fingers at him. "Hey. Eyes up here. Please, I'm not one of your toys.

He's not the first man to proposition you, and you're sure he wouldn't be the last.

"Yes, a little birdie told me you were looking for a new distributor."

"Who told you that?"

"Maybe you should be careful of who knows all your secrets."

"I keep everything close to me. My organization is doing just fine."

"I doubt that. I mean, your structure is a bit weak. Don't you think?"

You want to take a deep breath to readjust your energy. But, he's so damn close to you that any sign of a reaction would indicate that he's indeed speaking facts.

You're unsure how he knows, but there will be hell to pay when you get home.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"Because you should be running things with me. We should work together and take over the city."

You laugh at him. His ideas are comical and unrealistic. Hongjoong is a power-hungry man. He must be dominant in every way possible.

You know good, and damn well, he wouldn't want to share any decision-making with anyone. He's too bossy for that.

"Work with you? On what planet? You must have lost your damn mind."

"I mean, working with me has its perks. Seonghwa told me how rough you can be in the bedroom."

Your chest is set ablaze when he drops your little secret. This man already has too much entail on you. Why would Park Seonghwa, the one who you have whimpering on his knees, run his mouth to your sworn enemy? It's not that you have told Seonghwa about Hongjoong. But, how could they even be in the same circles?

You also don't want to cut things off with your billionaire boo either because you have such a great time making him fall to his knees and service you.

"Seonghwa didn't tell you that."

"Oh, but he did. He ranted and raved so much about you that it made me curious. You know how he is," you reply.

"How'd you even know him?"

"We went to preschool together. He went the straight path, and I was destined to run the streets."

"Why are you curious about what I do with other men? Are you jealous?"

"I mean, I have had my fair slew of women all over the city, the country, even. But, no one piques my interest in the way you do."

You smirk at his compliment, and you know where he's going with this.

"I'm not letting you fuck me. Hell, no."

"Who said I would do that? I want you to fuck me."

"In exchange for what?"

"Product to hold you until you find a new distributor."

"Fine, this is a one-time offer. Meet me tomorrow at the four seasons at 11 p.m. If you're one minute late, then the deal is off."

"Perfect, see you there."

***

You pull the last flexi-rod out of your hair and place them on the hotel sink. You take a look at yourself in the mirror.

You know you look so damn good, and you hate that you are wasting on that annoying ass Hongjoong. But, your business can benefit from the product to hold you over until you find a new distributor.

You still have a bone to pick with Seonghwa, but you will handle him accordingly for running his mouth.

Tonight, your focus is Kim Hongjoong, and you plan to handle this man. At the end of the day, he will be whimpering on your strap, and after that, you will have some product.

It's a win-win for everyone. But, you still have to keep your enemy close to you.

You do a spin in your red lace bra and panties. Your thigh-high heels match your outfit to give you a bomb look . Your neck is draped in an expensive Cuban link that Seonghwa bought you last month for your birthday.

A knock at the door causes you to step out of the bathroom. You walk down the hall of your hotel room and approach the door. You stare at the peephole. Your gun is tucked in your underwear. You already have your strap-on so that is no fumbling necessary when it is time to fuck him.

You grab your see-through lace robe. You toss it on and open the door.

"Good evening, Hongjoong."

"Hello, Y/n, you look amazing," Hongjoong compliments you, and it's what you expect. He's wearing a black T-shirt which you know is designer without even looking at the tag, and he's wearing ripped dark blue jeans.

You pull him into the room and grab the basket at the door. You close the door behind him, and he stares down at the empty basket.

"What's this?" He points down at the basket and looks at you.

"Keys, gun, and phone, please. You will get it back once I release you. The only one strapped tonight will be me," you inform him and give him a quick wink.

"Fine," Hongjoong says. He reaches into his pocket and drops his keys, phone, and wallet.

You continue to hold the basket. "Gun, sir."

Hongjoong reaches inside his coat jacket and places his gun inside. You pat him down, going inside his coat.

You get close to him and take a whiff of him and his cologne. He's wearing a different scent than he usually does and it smells lighter than usual. He seems good, and you reach down to pat him down further, and you grab his dick.

You stare up at him. "I'm packing, but in other ways," Hongjoong winks at you.

"Uh huh," you roll your eyes at him. You finish inspecting him, and he passes. "I'll be right back."

You retrieve to the back to lock up his items, and you return to him.

"Let's have a quick chat, first."

"Sounds good," he replies.

He follows you to the living room area, and you sit down on the couch, and the moonlight shines in the space. You have candles lit to set the mood and give the room an extra glow.

"So, we agreed that this is a one-time thing. This is strictly a business exchange."

"Yes, that is correct."

"You understand that you won't be inside of me in any type of way, correct?"

"Yes, I understand. That's what I wanted."

"You cannot tell anyone about this either, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You two go further into the conversation to talk about a safe word, and you agree on "Outlaw". You both discuss limits and communicate what you are both comfortable with.

You invite him to go into the bedroom. You push him on the bed.

"Is this what you wanted all this time?" You ask him.

"Yes, I've been waiting a long time to be your bitch."

Something sparks inside of you, and instantly you feel something for him. Hearing him say that does something to you.

You reach for his belt and remove it from his pants. You toss it over your shoulder.

"Of course, you want that. But, trying to sabotage my business isn't the smartest thing."

"But, it got me here.. right?"

"Take off your clothes," you request.

He's mouthy, and it's exactly what you expect. You expect him to try to push you using his words. If you really thought about it, he's always said something to get a rise out of you.

"Yes, mistress," Hongjoong replies. He takes off his clothes layer by layer.

"Get on your hands and knees. I think I need to show you who is in charge."

Hongjoong assumes the position, but he's too eager. It's like he's been wanting to be punished by you for a long time.

You move behind him and rub his ass. "Ready? Count with me."

You slap his ass hard, and he jumps a little—his ass ripples against your hand.

"One," Hongjoong repeats with you.

"Two."

"Three."

"Now, the next time you need my attention, you will not interfere with my business. You will come directly to me. Agreed?"

"Yes, mistress," He whimpers, and you slam his ass really hard that he yelps.

You love seeing him like this. You are not usually one to inflict pain on your partner, but he deserves it.

You turn him over before you can straddle him. You notice how hard he is. Of course, he's a pain slut. It doesn't surprise you at all. You straddle him.

"I want to watch you while I fuck you. Would you like that?"

"Yes.." Hongjoong replies softly. You are amazed at this side of him. The softness and submissiveness are something you aren't used to. It has you wondering has he always had this side to him the whole time.

This is not the same Hongjoong with a different chick on his arm at every event—the one whose name is feared in the streets.

This Hoongjoong before you is willing to submit to you. You grab his arms and put them above his head. You stare deep into his eyes. For a split second, you admire how beautiful he looks.

"Are you enjoying this? Did you like being spanked?"

"I loved it. You are exceeding my expectations and then some, Mistress."

His response has you questioning yourself for a moment. Could you engage with him again?

"So, are you ready to get fucked? Because that's what you came for?"

"Mmm.. yess mistress," Hongjoong moans, and it's the most beautiful thing you've heard in a long time. It sends a feeling wave in your core that quickly trails down to your pussy.

You are a sucker for a man that moans for you. The sounds alone drive you crazy. Even though your word is your bond, if he keeps moaning like this, you might have to break your agreement once.

You roll off him and grab the lube off the dresser. You return back to him. "This is your first time receiving anal, right?" You ask him.

"Yes. I guess you get to pop my cherry, tonight. Huh?"

"I guess so.. let's start out slow, first. I'm going to finger you first. Is that okay?"

"Of course, mistress. I'm your bitch. You can do whatever you want to me."

You lube your fingers and slide one into his ass. His face tenses up a bit. "Relax, baby. I got you. It's going to feel good soon enough. But, you gotta relax."

Hongjoong wets his lips, and he nods. You had no plans to kiss this man, but you didn't want to traumatize the man. So, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips.

Hongjoong relaxes and deepens the kiss. Another moan slips from his lips while you proceed to finger him. You spend a few moments embracing him while you are getting him to relax.

Now, he's working his ass against your finger. "Stick another in, please," he whines.

"Please, what?" You pull away from kissing him.

"Please, Mistress. I need another finger in my ass," His voice is all whiny, and he's surprising the fuck out of you.

You test him by sticking your tongue inside his mouth and jamming another finger in his ass. You stretch him a little bit, but he's so much more relaxed.

He works his ass like a good little slut, and you enjoy exploring this side of Hongjoong.

"You are so needy. I like this side of you. I would have never expected you to be like this. How long have you wanted this?"

"Since we first met."

"Interesting.. so you ready to receive what you've been asking for?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good."

You grab the lube and pour it onto your strap and add more lube to your fingers to make it a smooth experience.

You slide your strap inch by inch until you are entirely into him. You watch his body react to yours. You take it easy and work yourself into him slowly.

Hongjoong rises off the bed and wraps his legs around. He moves his lower half to match your movement.

"Ah, you're not a pillow princess. Have I awakened a slut?" You tease him.

Hongjoong covers his visibly flushed face. You grab his hands.

"Don't get shy on me now, princess." You uncover his hands to reveal his beautiful face once again. You know he's desperate and needy for you all wrapped in one.

"How does it feel?" You pound into him, but not fast. Your stroke is precise and diligent. You could easily make him come and end the night. But, you want to enjoy this.

"Really good, mistress. I've never felt like this before."

You lean forward and slip your tongue in his mouth again. This kiss is much more passionate than before. Your hands push down into the mattress and you drill into him.

You slip to the right side of his neck and suck on it. You bite his neck to entice him even more.

His hand slips between the two of you, and you feel him jerking his dick. You cover your hand with his and help him. After all, he is your bitch even if it's one night only.

"Come for me. Joongie," You coo.

Before you can say anything else, he releases in your hand and his. You lick it off your hand, savoring the taste.

You pull out of him and kiss him on his face. You grab his hand, and he automatically cleans off the last of his cum after his hand.

"I like this side of you."

"You're welcome to see it anytime."

Part 2

[tangledbutterflies]

cum til’ you cry : sjy

PAIRING: bad boy!jake x fem!reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS!!!!! pwp, pervert!dom!jake, big dick!jake, sub!reader, bulging kink, unprotected sex, dumbification, slight praise kink

WORD COUNT: 0.74K

SUMMARY: jake just wants to see you cry

he knows he should stop, 45 minutes of stealing little peeks and his eyes still linger like a veiled cloud over his conscience, present and hard to dismiss

jake doesn’t know when his obsession started, but one look at your bambi like eyes and he was hooked. jailed and chained to nights filled with your doe eyes brimming tears and cries of pleasure

he licked his lips, dirty thoughts spiraling and making him lightheaded. mind full of you, on your back with your legs pressed to your chest, face of ecstasy and your cherry red lips as slick as the one below, you and your plump ass now blushing and scarlet in the shape of his hands

jake knows he should stop, but when he sees your flustered little face after accidentally locking eyes, he finds himself not wanting to

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“can I have a tall, vanilla bean Frappuccino please?” you smiled as the girl at the counter repeated and confirmed your order

“alright, that’ll be $3.25, would you like to pay by cash or card?” her voice was pitchy, positive energy radiating out and influencing your mood. “oh, here” handing out the money before a hand stops you

“i got it” looking up, you found none other than jake paying for your drink. jake sim was every bit of the word bad. leather jackets, vices, and stereotypical manners that you would have found annoying if it weren’t for his pretty face

“thanks” feeling a little shy under his intense gaze, you avoided eye contact “no problem, doll” chuckling under his breath when the nickname got you flushing red

and now he can’t help but think of other creative ways to get you as beet red as you are now

“there’s a party this evening at my house, wanted to see if you’re coming?” his hand stay warm on the small of your back, guiding you to a seat at the corner and away from prying eyes

you know you shouldn’t go. piles of assignment and ongoing projects stacked up at your desk, so it would be wise to finish them and stay at home, right?

but when you find jake sim looking at you with those eyes, you can’t help but say yes

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“you like that? hmm?” now here you are. a leg over his shoulder and your pretty face scrunched up in pleasure

whines of pleas are echoing off the room alongside the sound of slapping flesh. his huge dick was inside you, pounding and hammering your pussy like it was it’s job

“too deep! p-please t’much” your moans sounded pornographic, hung up on too much ecstasy feeling like you were gonna drown, everything was muffled with only carnal pleasure remaining

“i know, doll” he choked out “cunt too perfect, fuck. i could fuck you all day” jake pressed down while pulling your legs around his waist, kissing your plump lips and sucking your tongue almost lovingly, the complete opposite from his sinful hips, muffling your incoherent words and wails, still jackhammering deep and hard at your swollen cunt

“you feel me, baby? m’fucking you so deep, huh?” he groaned, sucking on your neck already littered with his marks from earlier

every thrust was amplified, the tip of his big cock was kissing your cervix and it felt so good, so deep, so hard and—

suddenly his dick was hitting that spot and you were screaming

“yeah? this your spot, baby?” jake chuckled under his breath, coming up and straightening his back. you were too cute, drunk on pleasure and on his cock and he thinks he wouldn’t want you any other way

he gazed down at you, innocent doe eyes leaking little tears from pleasure, tits bouncing with every thrust and hands desperately grabbing his bedsheets, but jake wanted more. he wants you sobbing and crying, so he lifts up your hips, laying down a pillow underneath and his thrusts turns animalistic, hellbent on making you cry out

“look at that, baby” he coos “you can see my cock deep inside you, fuck” he grunted while bring a hand to your abdomen, bulging out every time he slams inside your pussy

“j-jakey, I can’t t’much please” you were barely making sense, so deep in to pleasure you didn’t care about anything else

“m gna cum jake i’m gonnacum” you cried out, big fat tears dropping down your cheeks

“yeah? just cum baby” still pounding at your clenching pussy “im not stopping til’ you’re delirious from my cock”

[mxttellion]

kicks you in the shins we need hcs for all the boys

or else you're getting shipped with matt realsworld /j

WOW OKAY ANON OKAY I'M SORRY I don't have much written down for the others but it's more about a general idea let's say djshs anyway. read under this for the hcs if there's something i dont mention it's because it's like canon, and it feels redundant.

- Edd

-oldest of the bunch, being 27

-bi? gay? I don't know, he doesn't care. He's trans, and made sure to get the biggest dick in su- also, he's the tallest of the group, 190 cm tall. He is a literal bear in more ways than one. He's also autistic because fuck you

-Of course he's the leader and of course he draws do I have to repost the theme song??? He's the artist, and as an artist he has artist issues (tm) (aka art blocks and stuff. He usually tries to do other stuff like playing with Ringo or going for a walk when that happens.) He has a freelance job.

-He is A MESS- His room is a mess and so is his work place. Probably owns 10 distinct sketchbooks and all of them have broken pages and stuff all over the place.

-Treasures his screen tablet. It's something he managed to buy with his commissions money

-Regrets opening commissions. The first one he has ever gotten was from Tord and it was about drawing his big tiddy anime oc. And probably got a bunch of fetish ones as well

PURE BASTARD BREED (TM) "oh no, Tom is fighting someone......... Anyway"...Yes he's the leader, yes he doesn't care about his friends wellbeing anymore at this point. Okay he cares, but at some point, he goes "then die lol"

-After the literal first attempt at stopping his friends he joins them. Well if he only wasn't the one starting the dumb stuff 80% of the time. He's the one who suggests his friends to do stuff. Guys, he isn't the rational one: he fully supports bullshit and is so extra at times (throws a sofa at people) That being said, He's incredibly strong even due to the radiations. He can use his twink friends and baseball bats(edited) and gives the best hugs!!

He is GENERALLY a nice guy, he's the shoulder of support for his friends, but like, that's human decency. He's definitely an hothead at times. Really really impulsive. It's not that he's angry or anything, he doesn't get upset easily, it takes a LOT to get him pissed. He's just a bastard. Basically, impulsive and sometimes angy

-Likes to friendly tease his friends, but this is pretty much everyone in the group. The thing gets very awkward when they step a bit too far. Kind of a trickster, but like his teasing, he means well. Most of the times. He especially love teasing Matt as he's the one who's gonna start complaining a lot about it

-Has borrowed and does borrow some of his friends stuff without asking. See Tom's bass Susan and how he broke it lol

-Honestly out of the four he's the more optimistic. Also over enthusiastic, and ready to just do fun stuff despite being extremely lazy. His energy management is so weird

-He's the one physically stopping his friends most of the time. Especially Matt.

- Tom

- 25, youngest and the shortest of the group, being 175 cm tall.

- agender and bi. Doesn't really care about pronouns

-yknow what? Fuck you divergents your neuro, tom

-Is he an alien? A cryptid? Who knows, he most definitely isn't human at all lmao -He purrs. Uhhh yeah. He also has purple blood. His monster form has both fur and scales he's so weird

-Eyes? Well they're,,,, uh,,,,,,,,, honestly I like the idea of them just being black aight

-He isn't depressed, he's just as chaotic and over enthusiastic as the others. He's just a bit of an edgelord, that's it. He's a punk ass bitch (literally) -Oh he also has no nose. And well, his ears are detachable. He can still smell and hear like anybody else -He bites with those chompers

-Awful anger management issues. Don't get him angry, he'll stay bitter for the entire day. Extremely XD LOL Random: Most definitely had a scene phase and probably still has, doesn't want to admit it. He listens to a Lot of ska punk. and punk itself. He doesn't really fit one subculture just takes some from everything

-Enjoys alcohol (particularly smirnoff / vodka) but doesn't ALWAYS drink it. He had an hard time controlling his alcohol moments when he was younger. Despite loving alcohol, he has little to no resistance. He gets drunk VERY easily

-He somehow holds less grudges than anyone in the house. Probably because he literally fights people to the point he doesn't have to hold grudges

-His hair barely goes down and people genuinely wonder if he was just born like that (yes). Hair so spiky he literally attaches to walls- His eyes are either empty hollows or just black. Sometimes they are, sometimes they aren't. just cryptid things. He ACTUALLY is the voice of reason. Kinda. Kinda. -Edd probably found him in his backyard one day and decided to keep him as his frien :) Tord

-third youngest but same age as Matt, 26. He's 180 cm tall, if not a little bit shorter, but taller than Tom anyway. Enough to punt him out of pure fun

-cishet /j

-Yknow the gist by now, none of them are neurotypical

-is kinda awkward,,,, he just stares at the void with a O_O face. He isn't very silent, he likes to talk, sometimes he talks way too much than he's supposed to. He has no filters and that's NOT a good thing. He probably spilled a few secrets he has with his friends unwillingly, and then paid the price. But at the same time he can be a smug ass bitch. a gremlin. a bastard. Even though he SEEMS like the chillest one of t- He probably hisses at people.

-The Redditor of the house. Bringer of bad takes. However he thinks he's actually right somehow. (he's not)

-Special interest? Mechanics and Technology, of course! He Won't shut up about robots and cyborgs. He loves them way too much. He has built some and he's trying to build some aswell. For now he has only managed to successfully build one, who he treasures almost like a pet. Ringo definitely tried to eat it once. And the garage is a goddamn mess because of him

-He probably owns a few gundams lying there and there, all built by himself and probably some he made himself. Still as much of an anime fan ofc

-Emo. Do I need to add anything else? His wardrobe is mostly red/black clothes. Don't ask him to change colors he WON'T.

-Despite being "stuck in 2007" he is aware of all the latest trends and memes. Watch him yelling amogus.

-He only shows his robot figurines but secretly has a lot of vocaloid and general anime ones. Catch him singing World is Mine at 3 am in the morning

-Gets along with Matt pretty well as they almost have the same music tastes. They're also prank buddies! ...especially on Tom -He's somehow the one who's extremely aware of his surroundings and "imbalanaces" for a lack of a better word. He feels when something around him is wrong or when there's a lot of tension in the house. Even though he doesn't really know how to act. Let's say that Tord CAN read you like a book when it comes to feelings. You can't hide it from him -He has considered leaving the house, but never did. He's way too attached. Even thought there are friends who are willing to give him an home (Pau and Pat lol) And that's all I have (FOR NOW) for the others shsdgsdjks

[nikkzwrites]

Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 1

A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so.... yeah.

CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence.

Word Count:  5.1k

[Next Chapter] 

Meeting Jonas felt as if the world finally started turning for Annalise. Her lips felt dry seeing the blonde boy. Her tongue instinctively licked her lips to moisten them once more. His bright blue eyes were just as Martha had described. He was different though. He did not radiate the happy energy that Martha had once described.

“Anna,” Bartosz called to pull her out of her trance from seeing Jonas. He leaned over to his best friend and teased loud enough for everyone to hear, “Forgive her. She’s still a foreigner so her German isn’t the best.”

Annalise grumbled, “Please don’t call me that.” She rubbed her shoulder anxiously. She never understood why Martha decided to date such an ass when she was previously dating such a sweet boy, especially since the ass was the sweet boy’s best friend.

“Hey.” Jonas gave a small smile, “You know, it’s a fairly pretty name. It’s close to my mom’s name. Hannah.”

She laughed, “Did you just say my name was pretty because it sounds like your mom’s?”

Jonas blushed. He bit his lip for a second. “Yeah.” he quickly changed the subject, “You’re German isn’t that bad.”

Annalise rolled her eyes as she watched everyone walking towards the doors, “Well, Bartosz likes to make fun of me.” She spotted Magnus and said, “I’ve gotta go talk to him.” She honestly just wanted to leave the awkward conversation.

Bartosz laughed and explained to his friend once she left, “She lives with them since her exchange status, you know. Anna is weirdly close to Magnus. Martha always asks me to stop pointing it out but the way she looks at him is fucking weird.”

“Did you tell anyone,” Jonas changed the subject.

Bartosz chuckled, “I told everyone you were on a two-month school exchange in France, playing hide-the-baguette. Conveniently enough, Annalise came over from America a month later so no one really questioned much.” He looked at Jonas who still seemed worried, “Relax. Come on.” He walked towards the school and encouraged his friend, “Come on.”

Magnus looked down at Annalise and rolled his eyes at the girl’s smelling of him, “Yeah. Mikkel is at school safe. You should have just waited for all of us if you were that worried.”

“You smell like weed,” She commented pulling away from the older boy.

Magnus shook his head, “Who are you? Franziska? What has gotten into everyone today?” A slight blush grew on his face.

“Franziska,” Annalise teased dancing just out of his reach, “That’s a big surprise, Magnus.”

“Shut up,” He turned his head and asked, “Shouldn’t you go find Martha?”

Annalise nodded then turned just in time to spot her, “There she is, I’ll go. Bye Magnus. Have fun~”

Martha looked at her foreign friend. “You left without me this morning,” she complained, “where did you go?”

Annalise shrugged, “I just walked to school.” She lied. She had gone to try to pick up some bread for herself that morning and past Ulrich on her way coming back from the bakery. He made her promise not to tell anyone about it, so she had eaten as much as she could before getting to school before passing it off to one of her other classmates.

“Assemblies like this are for idiots,” Bartosz reasoned, “They need to get rid of them.”

Jonas didn’t reply, but instead, kept an eye on Martha who was walking towards them. He truly smiled for the first time since getting home. His hopeful eyes watched as she moved to sit.

Bartosz moved to give Martha a place to sit next to him. When he noticed Annalise with her, he whispered to the person next to Jonas to move.

Martha sat in between Bartosz and Jonas. Sorrowfully, she gave Bartosz a kiss as he wrapped an arm around her. Completely unaware of Jonas’ face changing to one of hurt, she linked her hand with Bartosz’s.

Bartosz leaned over and confessed as if an afterthought, “Maybe you did miss something.”

Annalise shifted uncomfortably on the other side of Jonas and looked away. A sick feeling filled her stomach seeing how Jonas’s expressions changed. She just bit the inside of her lip and decided to stay out of it for the moment though.

Martha looked up at Jonas to finally fully study him. She mustered up her courage to let out a, “Hey.”

Very quietly, Jonas replied back, “Hey.”

Martha looked around the room trying to figure out exactly what she wanted to say next. She could feel that they were making this moment awkward for everyone. “How was France,” She asked.

Before Jonas could respond, Bartosz answered, “French. How else?” He laughed at his own joke causing Martha to look at him unamused.

Annalise leaned over, made a face at him, and said, “Shove off Bartosz, that wasn’t even funny.”

“Oh, shut up Anna,” Bartosz rolled his eyes and sneered back at her before he and Annalise shifted to sit correctly in their seats once more.

Everyone started to applaud as Katharina walked onto the stage as if the entire school were thankful that she interrupted the awkwardness between Jonas and Martha. The woman thanked everyone for their warm welcome and then started on the assembly about Erik Obendorf. This caused numerous students to whisper amongst themselves as Jonas and Martha just looked at each other.

Afterward, they all walked to their classes. Annalise lagged behind with Jonas kind of just following Bartosz and Martha. She really didn’t know what to say to make the situation any better. So she instead elected to stay silent. The girl did overhear Bartosz talking about meeting up to go to the caves later to get the remains of Erik’s dope. She shook her head and stormed past them, “Excuse me.” She walked into her and Martha’s shared first period.

Bartosz smiled and chuckled, “She really needs to get some dick. Magnus still hasn’t done that yet?” He teased Martha.

Martha lightly hit her boyfriend, “Gross.” She pulled away and followed Annalise into the classroom to try and apologize.

Bartosz anxiously waited until the middle of the first period with Jonas to discuss going to the caves. First, he needed to make his friend laugh though. While Franziska gave her report, he leaned over to his friend, “You know what I’ve been wondering for days? If the blackest hole of all is parked in Franziska Doppler’s ass.”

Jonas finally chuckled. A giant grin spread across his face and he tried to suppress his laughter. 

“But, seriously,” Bartosz stated seriously, “what I really wonder is this: If Erik didn’t run away, but got snuffed out or something instead, then all his dope is still in the caves.”

Jonas looked at his friend confused.

Bartosz continued, “He kept his entire stash there.”

“So,” Jonas asked.

Bartosz shook his head, “Oh, man!” He sighed at his friend’s foolishness, “We go in there and….bingo!”

Jonas scoffed, “That’s bullshit.”

“It’s awesome,” Bartosz counteracted.

Martha leaned over to Annalise and whispered, “I know you two aren’t the greatest of friends, but can’t you and Bartosz try to be at least a bit more polite and nicer to each other?”

Annalise twirled her pencil in her hand, “Tell that to him first. I’ve always been the one to try and play nice.”

“Well, you are coming with us to the cave tonight right,” Martha pleaded, “It would be really awkward if it’s just me, Bartosz, and Jonas.”

Annalise smiled and stifled a laugh, “Isn’t Magnus also going? Want another person there so you can hoe with your boyfriend without feeling bad about Jonas.”

“Shut up,” Martha blushed and hit her shoulder against the other girl a bit harder than she expected that caused Annalise to fall out of her seat with a large clang of the metal stool against the cement floor.

The bell rang signifying the end of the school day before any of the kids could realize.

Jonas called Bartosz on his bullshit then asked, “Then you’ll go around selling it or what?”

Bartosz hummed, “No dude. We’ll smoke half of it ourselves. And if there are capacities on the market, you don’t hesitate.” He further explained, “We’ll go there and get the stuff. Easy Peasy.”

“Who’s getting what stuff,” Magnus’s deep voice called over to the two boys as he and his sister joined them atop the stairs.

“We’re going to the caves tonight,” Bartosz explained to the boy before going to greet his girlfriend with a deep kiss. 

Magnus laughed. He turned towards Jonas and asked, “You turning into boy scouts?”

“Bartosz thinks Erik’s dope is there,” Jonas replied.

The group started their way down the stairs to meet up with Annalise who was waiting hanging off the metal banister on the outside of the stairs. Martha spoke up, “Fanny told me they once found a dead squirrel with five legs there.”

“You’ll believe any old crap,” Magnus teased his sister.

Annalise laughed and said, “Come on Magnus. Leave Martha alone. Let her live in her dreams.” She hopped off to pounce on her surrogate brother’s back causing him to stumble a bit. They both started to laugh and Jonas smiled at the pure ridiculousness of what was going on between Magnus and Annalise. 

Martha turned to the two laughing like crows, “Just because you can’t see past your nose doesn’t mean there aren’t things going on out there that the nuclear power mafia keeps secret from the public.”

Magnus pushed Annalise off while Martha went on her rant. As he passed his sister, he told her, “Don’t forget to breathe.” Franziska, as if on cue, stood in the doorway blocking the group. She looked up at the tall older boy. Magnus carefully moved past her. “Franziska.” he acknowledged her.

“Magnus,” she replied walking backward to eye him up and down before continuing her way into the school.

Bartosz, Jonas, and Annalise stood back to watch her walk away in awe with what had just happened.

Just as Franziska was out of range, Martha looked at her brother disgusted, “You got a crush on her now or what?” 

“Shut up,” Bartosz muttered under his breath.

Annalise chuckled and murmured, “So it’s mutual. I see.”

When Magnus ignored her, she said, “Hey, idiot.”

“Okay, what the hell.”

The other boys started to ‘Woah’ at Martha and Magnus. Starting to get into the middle of the near fight, Jonas said, “Let’s go to the caves tonight and look.”

Bartosz gently slapped his friend’s shoulder, “Yeah dude.” He did his handshake with Magnus before taking Martha’s hand and walking ahead, “Come on.”

Jonas stood there and watched as the other three walked for a moment. He was completely lost staring at the sight in front of him that he nearly panicked at Annalise bumping her shoulder against Jonas’s.

“Do you live at school or are you coming,” Annalise teased as she started to urge him to walk with her.

Jonas laughed a bit while shaking his head, “Yeah. Thanks.”

The rest of the group was so far ahead at that point that Annalise decided to try to make some conversation. She smiled at Jonas and walked ahead of him a bit so she could walk backward and face him, “So, you know the first time I got here, I wasn’t used to so many men speaking German. In fact, I was a bit afraid of German.”

Jonas looked up and raised a brow at her, “Yeah?” He didn’t one hundred percent want to be rude since she was Martha’s friend, but he really didn’t know where she was going with telling him this.

Annalise smiled and continued with her story, “Well, when I was first moving here for the program, I heard that Katharina was going to pick me up. So I was waiting for her when a tall authoritative intimating man walked up and started speaking to me in full German.” She started laughing, “I knew what he was saying, but I couldn’t help it. I just started crying right there in the middle of the airport. Everyone just kept staring at Ulrich and me until someone asked what was wrong. You should have seen his face.” Annalise doubled over laughing at her recollection.

Jonas smiled and chuckled. He couldn’t help but feel a bit more cheerful after seeing her eyes sparkle. Her laugh infected him and before he knew it he was laughing as well even though he didn’t even think the story was that funny. He just really enjoyed the fact someone was putting so much effort into making him feel normal again. Jonas looked at her again. It was as if she was made of vibrant colors and radiating it outwards. The pinkish-orange hue that she emitted from just existing in his life was like watching the most beautiful sunset. 

Annalise finally was able to stop laughing as they got where they needed to part ways so that way she could pick up Mikkel and then head home. They stopped and looked at each other for a moment. “Please don’t tell anyone I told you that,” She plead with him jokingly, “Bartosz would never let me live it down.”

“I won’t,” Jonas nodded. He laughed.

Annalise laughed again and said, “Jonas. Don’t laugh! Makes me think you are going to tell him as soon as I’m gone.”

Jonas continued to laugh, “What do you want me to do about that, you’re laughing too. You stop first.”

“Promise me, Jonas,” Annalise giggled.

The boy wiped happy tears away from his eyes, “I promise.”

“I promise what,” She dogged him.

“I promise,” Jonas smiled, “that I won’t tell them so that they will make fun of you. Only I get that.”

Annalise shook her head, “See you later asshole.” She giggled and blushed as she walked away.

Jonas watched her leave. He walked towards his house still watching her. “See you later,” he whispered under his breath as he waved towards her leaving form before he turned around to continue walking back home before the meetup.

Annalise touched her tree of life necklace. Its silver comforted her as she waited for Mikkel to walk over to her. She scanned to try to find the little boy who had grown to be like a little brother to her. Her heart felt scared knowing she was going to keep Ulrich’s secret from him. It was for the best, but she never wanted to lie to him.

When Mikkel spied Annalise, he smiled and ran up to her. He gave her a forceful hug that made them have to spin to keep balance. He yelled, “Lise! You came to pick me up!”

Annalise smiled and said, “Yeah I wanted to be the one to walk you home before Magnus took you to Heide’s.” She laughed as she held the boy, “So you will never guess who I met today.” She grabbed Mikkel’s hand so that they could walk together.

Mikkel laughed, “Did you finally meet Jonas?! He’s great, huh?”

Annalise ruffled the boy’s hair with her other hand, “Yeah.” She didn’t notice the pink painted on her face until Mikkel spoke up.

“You’re blushing,” He teased, “Do you like him?”

Annalise unconvincingly scoffed, “What? Me? I just met him.” Her face glowing.

The young boy laughed and concluded, “So you do like him.”

“Well, he isn’t not handsome,” She conceded with the boy letting the truth out about her feelings just a little bit.

When they got home, Annalise hurried upstairs to get freshened up. Martha was just about to leave but decided to wait for her friend. Martha looked at her and asked, “Wanting to impress someone now?”

Annalise blushed and finished up freshening up. She turned to her friend and asked, “Are we going?”

Martha nodded and asked, “Can you pick up some drinks from the convenience store since we are so early?”

Annalise made a face but agreed to anyway. She walked to the convenience store. She wandered down the isles and grabbed a six-pack of the mini plastic bottled Coca Cola’s and grabbed two tall glass Coca Colas. She smiled as she walked back towards the train tracks where she was going to meet back up with Martha.

Then she heard voices. She squinted and snuck closer making sure they didn’t hear her. “Where are Bartosz and the others,” asked a boy’s voice. Annalise surmised it must have been Jonas’s. It was similar and very fluid like the way he spoke.

“Late.” Martha responded, “As always.” This made Annalise want to wring her neck, but the girl stayed silent to listen. “The thing with Bartosz…”

Jonas quickly interrupted sounding panicked, “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain.”

“But I want to,” Martha replied to him. She started to sound like she was holding back tears, “I wrote you a text while you were away. Not just one. But I never sent them. It all sounded wrong somehow. What happened between us last summer…I...” Martha trailed off.

Jonas spoke up once more, “It’s really okay.” It didn’t sound okay. They were silent again. Annalise was just about to reveal herself when Jonas started again, “Something up? They were both lightly laughing now. This really hurt Annalise for some reason.

“I think I’m having deja vu,” Martha explained, “The light, the forest. As if all of this has already happened before.”

Jonas looked around looking right past Annalise with no notice. He looked back towards Martha with a small chuckle and a shrug, “A glitch in the matrix.”

Martha asked confused, “What?”

“If the world is a simulation,” Jonas explained, “deja vu is a glitch in the matrix.”

“Or a message from the other side,” Martha retorted, “I read that somewhere.”

Annalise felt very awkward watching such an intimate moment. For some reason, her heart ached a bit hearing them talk so easily. Part of the girl honestly wanted to just leave and go home. Have nothing to do with any of this.

Then Mikkel and Magnus walked near her. The younger boy noticed the girl hiding from the other two. Mikkel smiled as he linked his arm with Annalise’s and made her walk up with him.

“Hey, what the hell,” Martha asked Magnus.

He quickly replied, “Parents’ meeting. Heide’s got a stomach bug. I’m stuck with him.”

“Hi, Jonas,” Mikkel pulled away from the girl, “Ultimate fist bump?” He held out his fist to the older boy.

Jonas smiled and gave the boy a quick fist bump.

Annalise looked to Martha and Magnus then offered, “I can go home and stay with him if you want me to.”

Martha shook her head and looked towards her brother who responded with, “You take him back.” Magnus looked straight at Martha.

“Relax guys,” Mikkel interrupted, “I’m not a baby anymore.”

Bartosz, then, jogged up. “What is the idiot doing here,” he asked swatting Mikkel behind the head.

“Hey,” Annalise pulled Mikkel more towards her.

“Yeah,” Magnus agreed, “Only I can do that, okay?” Then he swatted his little brother behind his head. Annalise made a face as Mikkel complained that it hurt. She pulled the boy closer to her and gave him a plastic bottle coke while covering one finger over her lips. Magnus flipped his flashlight in his hand and held the light up to his face before saying, “Let us go.”

Mikkel looked up at Annalise as everyone started to follow Magnus, “Thank Lise.”

“It’s no problem Mikkel,” She grabbed a glass one out of the bag for herself. She opened it and turned to Jonas, “Do you want one?”

Jonas smiled gently, “Yeah. Thanks.” He took the other glass bottle from her and held it towards her so that she could open it.

Finally hearing the noise of a Coca Cola being opened, Bartosz turned around, “Oh nice! Thanks Anna.” He grabbed the bag from her hoping to find more of the glass bottles then turned towards her, “Did you only get two of those?”

Annalise smiled coyly at the boy, “It’s not like I was paid to get everyone a glass one. First come, first serve.” She clinked her bottle with Jonas then took a sip just to spite the boy.

Bartosz rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” He turned back around to continue walking with his arm around Martha howling at the moon with the others.

Jonas looked at the two wistfully and Annalise bumped his shoulder, “Come on.” She coaxed him into walking with her as a pair in the back.

It wasn’t too long once they entered the woods that the group started to walk more in a line across. Mikkel was the first to speak up again, “What do you guys think happened to Erik?” He walked with his older brother then continued, “Kids in our class are saying someone kidnapped him and has him locked up in a basement.”

Magnus rolled his eyes, “Oh shut up. He just ran away.”

Martha used this opportunity to look at Jonas once more. 

“But it could be that he’s locked up somewhere and can’t get out,” Mikkel explained his side. “Why would someone do that? Lock someone else up?” the boy asked.

“It’s like the witch in Hansel and Gretel,” Bartosz tried to joke, “When she gets hungry, she has something to eat.”

Martha held back a laugh and hit her boyfriend much to the displeasure of Mikkel. She shook her head then replied, “No, Even if Mom and Dad tell you that most people are nice, there are people out there who are anything but nice.”

Magnus and Annalise both spoke up.

“Like your sister,” the oldest boy said.

“Like Bartosz,” the girl had said at the same time as the boy.

They turned towards each other and laughed as Martha complained, “You idiots.”

Jonas then spoke up, “My father said good and evil are a question of perspective.” He looked around seeing everyone suddenly quieter and a bit awkward. He joked, “Dead father, bad topic?”

Mikkel spoke up once more to get the topic back on track, “And if Erik is no longer alive? If he’s lying dead somewhere and no one finds him? That would be the worst. Even if you’re dead, you want to be found.”

“No one is dead and no one won’t be found, okay,” Martha angrily said clearly tired of the conversation, “Can we please change the topic now?”

Bartosz smiled deviously and said, “Annalise has been awfully quiet during this exchange. Why not we pick on her for a little bit?”

Annalise rolled her eyes, “You’re only mad that you didn’t get a glass bottle. Here, if you want it so badly take mine.” She held it out to the boy who quickly took it and returned the back of plastic mini bottles to her. 

“Thank you,” Bartosz teased getting hit again by Martha, “Ouch. What?”

Jonas looked towards Annalise and held out his bottle, “I didn’t drink too much of it if you still want some from the bottle. I saw that you only took like one sip of yours.”

Annalise smiled and joked, “Thanks, I’d much prefer to share an indirect kiss with anyone else.” She was just about to press the bottle to her lips before she realized what she had said then paused. She tried to hand it back to Jonas.

Jonas, trying to ignore his own blush, said, “No. It’s okay.” He smiled, “It’s just funny that you would say that.”

Annalise took a quick sip before handing the bottle back to Jonas, “Why? Is it weird I don’t want to kiss my best friend’s boyfriend?”

Jonas laughed, “No. I think it’s just funny that it was your first thought. It makes me think you’ve thought about it before.”

“Ew,” Annalise shook her head, “That’s Bartosz you’re talking about. That’s disgusting.” She blushed and mumbled, “maybe someone else but not Bartosz really.”

Jonas chuckled and drank some of his drink himself. 

“I’m bored, can we go home,” Mikkel complained as they passed the nuclear power plant.

“We are almost there,” Bartosz explained.

Jonas stood in front of the gates and stared. Strangely enough, he felt as if all of this had happened before as well. He was lost in this thought when he felt a small gentle pressure next to him and a girl’s voice call to him.

“Jonas,” Annalise tried to snap the boy out of his trance. “The others are leaving us.”

Jonas stared back at the plant then nodded following her once more.

It wasn’t long before the group finally made it to the caves. Bartosz called for everyone to split up to look for the drugs. He, himself, went to the chair it was normally in and looked. 

Magnus called to him, “And?”

“Fuck, dude,” Bartosz replied, “It was here.”

A girl’s voice called over to the group, “Looking for this?” Everyone turned to see that it was Franziska holding the drugs and what looked like a burner cell.

“What is she doing here,” Martha complained.

“That’s mine,” Bartosz told Franziska.

Franziska sneered, “The definition of ownership says, ‘the possession is nine-tenths of the law,’ so it’s mine for now. But I’m selling. What’ll you give me for it?”

Bartosz pretended to think for a moment before moving to push her, “A kick in the ass.”

“What’s in here is easily worth 500,” she said pulling the drugs away from him, “It’s yours for 200. Daddy’s got plenty of money.” She tormented him.

Bartosz pushed the redhead and said, “Stop the bullshit.” He growled, “Just give it to me.”

Magnus shifted trying to hold back his anger at his sister’s boyfriend as Bartosz took the drugs away from Franziska.

As Bartosz walked away, he sang songed, “Jackpot.”

Franziska was just on her way closer to the group when there was a loud noise that came from within the cave. It sounded as if a door had opened inside of it. “What’s that,” Magnus asked terror unhidden from his voice.

There was a noise that sounded not too far from the group that made all of them turn to look. Martha spoke up, “Someone’s there.”

“Oh, shit!” the oldest boy whispered.

The noises continued making everyone turn. Then everyone’s flashlights started to flicker while looking towards the cave.

Everyone started to panic. It wasn’t long before Magnus yelled for everyone to run and go.

The rest of the group turn and ran leaving Mikkel and Jonas behind. Jonas quickly grabbed Mikkel’s hand and told the boy, “Come on.” He ran with Mikkel through the woods. Jonas tried to keep the boy ahead of him as he kept turning back to see if anyone was chasing them.

Annalise looked around realizing that Jonas and Mikkel weren’t with them and turned back quickly.

Jonas tripped in the woods. He tried to stumble and crawl his way back up. He turned and tried to call out, “Mikkel?” He yelled out, “Mikkel!” When he turned again, the boy saw his dad covered in black liquid. Jonas started to panic even more. He fell again before he was fully able to run away from the terrifying fright.

Annalise heard Jonas’s call and ran towards it, “Jonas?” She called. She started to hear footsteps as if they were running towards her. “Jonas?!” She called afraid.

Jonas soon revealed that it was him and grabbed her, “Lise, come on!” His iron grip pulled her with him as they ran out of the forest. He never let go of her wrist.

“Where’s Mikkel,” she called to Jonas over the falling rain that had started to drench them. When he didn’t answer her she called to him, “Jonas, where’s Mikkel?!”

He asked, “Is he not with the rest of the group?” He stopped only for a split second to ask her. His chest heaving from running so much.

“I don’t know, I came looking for y’all,” She yelled over the rain. Thankfully the rain hid her tears from him.

Jonas shook his head and started to pull her towards the exit again, “He must be with the others.”

When the rest of the group got to the bridge, Bartosz hit Magnus’s chest, “What the fuck, man! What was that?”

Magnus yelled, “No idea. Shit!” He looked towards Franziska and Martha that had finally caught up to them.

“Man, what was that,” Martha yelled as the other girl thrashed around as if looking for something or someone.

Magnus finally had a moment of clarity and yelled, “Where’s Jonas, Lise, and Mikkel?!”

Right on time, Jonas emerged from the forest dragging Annalise behind him. He sprinted to get to the rest of the group causing Annalise to trip. He stopped to help her up only to run back to them.

“Where’s Mikkel,” Magnus asked the two. Jonas and Annalise tried to take a moment to breathe. When they didn’t respond Magnus yelled, “Where is Mikkel?”

Annalise started to sob. Jonas replied, “Why isn’t he with you?!”

Martha yelled back at Jonas, “He was with you!”

“Shit,” Magnus yelled before running and calling for his brother in vain, “Mikkel! Mikkel!”

Everyone else ran after him. Annalise stopped and pulled out her phone. She quickly called the police and said, “H-h-hello. I think my brother has gone missing in the Winden woods. We’ve been calling for him, but he won’t respond.”

The police then instructed her to gather everyone else so that way they could stay together and accounted for. They then asked who was with her. Annalise started to give everyone’s names and the police then notified the parents.

All the teenagers split up into groups so that way the adults had an easier time finding who was who’s.

Ulrich ran to his son and daughter who had started to make their way towards their father. Charlotte and Regina comforted their respective children. Annalise stood behind Jonas still sobbing and shaking as Hannah ran to her son and held him. Jonas turned back towards Annalise and extended his hand to lace his fingers with hers. He pulled her close to him as she tried to calm herself. Hannah instinctively grabbed onto Annalise to pull her into the hug as well.

Ulrich, when Katharina finally arrived, ran his way through the woods calling for his son.

The next morning, everyone was just in shock. Annalise turned to look at Jonas. Hannah had let her stay with them that night to let the Nielsens’ have some family time alone. Lise had end up sneaking in with Jonas after asking if it was alright because neither one of them could really sleep. They just lay there breathing next to each other staring up at the ceiling not knowing what to say or do.

[mikenips]

Pinheads

“What the fuck are you doing back here?  You aren’t even working tonight.”  One of the other managers at Bowlero, the new bowling alley and venue, says to me.

“I’m playin’ tonight.”  We all wish we had known the Stools were doin’ a live album recording down at OLL tonight before we booked it though.  Rae said Chuck told her before I picked her up that they don’t play till midnight.  So the goal is to rush the sets so we can get there in time for their set.

“That explains the war paint on the eyes.”  Chip, the mechanic that once got fired as a carny, says as he spits dip into a coffee cup.  “Ya know ya got some jeans with those holes though Mike?”  Damn.  That’s pretty clever.

My mom’s side of the family is down at lane one.  And my dad’s side is hangin’ in the lounge.  Even my uncle from New Mexico is in town for the holidays.  Jordan is setting up the kit.  Sound checkin’ the violin.  Drew walks into the storage room that doubles as a green room for gigs.  Me and Greg the bartender are hittin’ a vaporizer before I get on stage.  We play first.  “You see how Drew walked in here man?  He walked up like he owns this bitch!”

And the scene really does own this bitch.  I’m the bar manager at twenty one.  Drew just started training to bartend.  Dom works the front desk here and there.  Everyone else askin’ if we can pull some strings to get them hired or booked.  Just waitin’ on Sugar Tradition.  Gotta make sure they don’t get carded.  The kids are still in high school.  And we’re eighteen up.  Like the owners would really care though.  They got history too.  One of ‘em owning the Garden Bowl.  The other is one of the top lawyers in Oakland County.  Used to own the Falcon Club in Hamtramck in the nineties.  Actually even was Johnny’s lawyer to get Outer Limits their liquor license.

We open with “Haunted House.”  I’m fuckin’ baked.  And already forgettin’ the lyrics.  That shot of jezy Greg fed me probably didn’t help.  Nobody is here yet besides my family.  A few members of the Hand.  And some Royal Oakies waitin’ on lanes that don’t understand what the fuck is happening.  We’re botchin’ even our classics.  At least the Oakies are gettin’ a real weird show.

Yelp into a drone cover of “Real Cool Time” as Jordan saws away at his violin behind me.  Antonio rollin’ across the stage in front of me.  Glad they got in alright.

Fuck it.  We got a show to get to tonight.  “This is gonna be our last one.”  A piece of glitter falls into the corner of my eye.  “It’s about when it’s five am.  You’re blacked out.  Shirtless.  Pissin’ on the side of a 7-11.  Smokin’ a spliff.  Shotgunnin’ a tall boi.  If you could all raise your drinks.”  Rip through “Miller High Life” before boltin’ for a cig while Sugar Tradition sets up.

“Dude!”  Jordan says to me as we load some gear into the car.  “I think that was the worst set we ever played.”

Dee comes up behind us.  “What are you talkin’ about?  That’s the best part about Just Guys Being Dudes.  There’s no bad sets.  Every set is it’s own experience.  I really dug it.  The owner was behind me and Rae vibin’ too.”

Take a drag.  “Thanks Dee.  That means a lot to me.”

Walk back inside.  Didn’t even realize how many people had showed up.  Sean’s dad, my old high school film teacher, is here.  Still doesn’t know he showed my dick at the student film show at the end of the year.  Even fuckin’ Ian Ruhala showed his bitch ass.  There’s no way that was coincidental.  Not when his girlfriend’s sister is performing with Zilched at the Stools show.  Joey’s gonna lose his shit when he gets here from the wedding.

“That was sick Michael!”  My coworker Reagan says to me.  “Wanna celebrate by doin’ a shot of Jager with me?  You don’t even gotta give me a drink ticket.”  I’m about to be trashed tonight.  What am I talkin’ about?  I already am.

“Why not?  I’m gonna need seven shots of jezy too though.”

“Wakin’ up I got a nothin’ to do!”  Sugar T kicks into one of their many rippers.

Cy, my GM, walks over to me.  “These guys are really good.”  I can barely make out her words over Kevin’s spastic style of jazz drumming.  “They’re like a psychedelic Mudhoney.”

“Yeah.  They’re also only seventeen too.  Don’t tell the managers though I booked some minors.”

She laughs.  “Nobody should be that good at that young of an age.  Do they have a CD?”

“Nah.  We put out their debut album on the cassette label I’m helping run though.”

“What the fuck are you kids doing making cassettes again?”

“Cause they’re fuckin’ sick!  You wanna hear this fuzz on something just as fuzzy.  We don’t wanna clean this noise up!”

Walk back to center stage.  Jake is in the corner with Evan.  Owen layin’ on the floor in front of the couch.  Crossed the border for this night.  On the couch next to Rae is Joey Molloy goin’ hard to Sugar Tradition’s set.  Gotta love Joey.  Nobody goes as hard at a show as good ol’ Joey Molloy.  Bleached tufts of hair whippin’ through the air the same way their brain whips back and forth in the skull.  Everyone takes the Polish, purple nectar.  Jeżynówka.  A Hamtramck staple.  A little piece of home all the way out here.

Joey walks in, still in his suit, and helps Drew wheel three cabs into the crammed lounge as I meet Antonio at the merch table.  They spent over a mill on this remodel.  And the Hand is about to shatter all the windows here when they hit their first note.  This will be the first and last time they let a stoner metal band in here.  TJ stoned as fuck on the floor testin’ out the Juno.  Sean, equally as baked, clicks open the briefcase synth he made.

“Yoo Antonio.  Whenever you guys are ready I’ll take you to the office so the manager can cut you a check.  You just gotta fill out some tax forms.”

“Shit…  This is like a legit gig then?”

We weave through the overfilled lounge.  Drunks and stoners attempt to file towards the stage.  BO and fuzz forcin’ the yuppies to wait for their lanes elsewhere.  Tonight, this bitch is ours.

Paperclips and loose change vibrate their way off the desk in the office as the Hand strikes their first drone.  “Wait…  Kev,”  Antonio spins in the desk chair.  “What’s my social security number?”

“How the fuck should I know?”

“You guys don’t know your social security numbers?  How?”

“Dude.  We’re in high school.  We’ve never had to use ‘em before.”

“Honestly,” my coworker cuts in.  “We don’t really need the W-9.  If you take it with you and bring it back in a couple days it’s probably fine.  But I really don’t give a shit if you do.”

Head back to the bar.  All the freaks headbang in unison to Joey’s screams before Drew rips into a solo.  Greg hands over two shots before I even flag him down.  “I knew Drew was gonna shred because he never talks about his band.  The quiet ones always shred.  Good job putting this together Mike.  Not a huge drinking crowd.  But I’ll take a chill night.  Gettin’ stoned to some chuggin’ bands whenever it comes.”

Or at least I think that’s what he said.  I can’t hear over the riff.  Hail the fuckin’ riff!  Wrappin’ it just before midnight.  Nobody says goodbye to each other before we all dip.  It’s every man for himself.  Drag racin’ down I-75 to get to OLL.  Somewhere in the night Caveman Woodman is yellin’ about the Stools.  Tellin’ folks to fuck off if they think rock n’ roll is dead.

Walk into Outer Limits greeted by the familiar unbearable humidity of a crowd of familiar faces.  Not a single face you don’t recognize.  Greeted with a free Stroh’s and shot of Hornito’s courtesy of Johnny.  Kid Infinity on the stoop of the stage.  Documenting the entire night on camera.  208.  The Long Stairs.  The rest of the Waterheads.  Everyone from the Bowlero show there too.  Sweat gluing bodies together as flesh meets flesh.  “This one’s about a spooky dream Will had!”  KQ shouts into the mic as Chuck uses his already soaked shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead.  As Will’s screeching guitar bends, cuing “Black Fly Stew.”  Two step tune off their latest seven inch from Third Man Records.  Jack White may be a prick.  But he sure puts out some good ass music.

This time I’m not gonna concuss myself on Joey Molloy’s eye socket.  They speed and slop their way through their discography.  Dig into some tracks Will claims are older than some of us.  Kirk recording every second through the soundboard to be put out on Chuck’s cassette label Painter’s Tapes.  “How does two more sound?”  KQ asks after finishing up a version of “Q-Nails” that’s half the length of the studio version.  But still has all the original notes. Bodies make their way off the concrete ground to their feet.  Stomachs cramp from downin’ Stroh’s.  Lungs attempt to catch their breath.  Jake yells back to ‘em “Eat shit Mike Duggan!”  We don’t need no curfew.  Unplug us and we’ll scream louder.

Mikey of the Waterheads discusses Sigmund Freud on the patio while we all pass joints to each other.  Never give those lungs a break.  Kyle of 208 passes out Remove Records t-shirts.  Tells us none of us need to pay for ‘em.  But we all force money into his hands.  “This is what the scene is about man.”  My words come out half coherent.

“Exactly!  That’s why I’m so glad me and Shelby came here from Florida.  This is what music should be about!  Community.  Doing it for each other.  Fuckin’ being there!  Cause without each other, none of what’s goin’ on is possible.  We’re like one big, happy, chaotic family!”

Jake punches my shoulder at the bar.  Radiating the energy of the Bananas in Pajamas.  A loose and excitable toddler ready to play.  We each get a shot of jezy.  “You here anything yet about HMF Nips?”

“Nah.  I saw they ‘leaked’ some of the lineup.  But it was all like Hala.  Legume.  Who Boy.  The indie bands ya know.”

“See.  And that’s what’s fucked man!  They don’t fuckin’ get it like we do.  We’re out here every fuckin’ night playin’ these joints.  We’re all at every show for each other.  They make one appearance a month.  Half the time not even in Hamtramck.  They don’t support each other.  They’re in it for the clout!  And fuckin’ Who Boy gets picked before any of us?!  That’s fucked up man.”

“It is dude.  But don’t worry so much about it.  I’m sure it’ll all pan out for us.  Cause we get it.  And they don’t.  You wanna come over to my place after?  Make some pancakes or some shit?”

“Oh heeeellll yeah!  Pancakes at Belmont.  I’ll rally the troops.  We gettin’ trashed tonight!”

As if we aren’t already.  Rip through a fifty pack of whip-its in twenty minutes.  Sittin’ around eatin’ pancakes at three in the morning.  Listenin’ to the 13th Floor Elevators as Joey tries persuadin’ everyone into watchin’ Pirates of the Caribbean.  “Dead Man’s Aaaaasssss…” his whipped voice whispers to every single one of us individually.

Jake does his first popper as if he’s huffed it before.  Panicking in the barstool in my living room.  “I’m sweaty.  My head hurts.  And my face is hot, man.  My face is hot!”  Before locking himself in the bathroom with a sealed fifth of tequila.  We continue to chainsmoke in the house I rent.  No mention of not smokin’ in my lease.  Dunkin’ chocolate chip pancakes in a bowl of syrup.  He re-emerges from the bathroom.  Quarter of the bottle now inside him.  Or possibly in my toilet.  “Rae.  You gotta finish this.  I can’t do it.”

Owen spits up on Giovanna while tryin’ to rush to the bathroom.  Attempts to wipe the bile off her knee before returning to the cool tile floor around the toilet to sleep for the night.  Jake arguing with me and Rae about ordering him an Uber home.  “You’d fuckin’ love it if I crashed on your futon Nips.  You’d fuckin’ love ordering me an Uber home wouldn’t you Rae?”

“Jake dude.  I don’t know what you want from me man.  Your car is at Evan’s anyways.”

“I just wanna shit on my toilet!”

So eventually he consents.  Tells Rae he’ll Venmo me the ten bucks she spent on him cause he’s “Venmoed Michael Nipples before.”  Even though I’ve never had one.  Yells back to us with the passenger door open “what’s its name?”  As he struggles to crawl into the whip.

And as Rae and I go to sleep.  My phone buzzes with three texts from the drunk Toehead.  “Uh oh…”

“Help…”

“We listenin’ to Dough Boyz!”

Fuckin’ idiot.  Pinhead.  That’s what we all are though.  Or at least what we pretend to be.

[artificialqueens]

Glimmer & Gold (Branjie) - TheDane

Authors note: Hi everyone! Long time no see. Big thank you to Q-tip, Mac, Grey-Darling and VeronicaSanders for helping me out with betaing and advice for this fic. You can find me on @ArtificialDane.

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Some called Vanjie stupid, her fog horn voice the first thing anyone noticed about her. She was not educated, Vanjie proclaiming it loud and proud, but she was smart. So smart she had picked Brooke apart in a single glance, looking into his soul from the moment she directed her full attention to him.

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Brooke slid the wig off of Vanjie’s head, his boyfriend’s hair slick from how hard she had worked the stage, the tiny body somehow holding more energy than Brooke had seen in even the most trained of dancers. The elastic had left behind a dent, Brooke running his thumb over it, soothing the skin, the angry mark only one of several he knew he would find on Vanjie’s body.

“There you are.”

“Bitch, I’ve been here the entire time.”

Brooke smiled, Vanjie already tipping her head up to accept the kiss she knew was coming, Brooke touching their lips together, her lipstick sticky and sweet against his own lips, the cherry almost even sweeter when he wasn’t wearing anything of his own.

He had come out to see her, watching as she twirled and spun, flirting with patrons and picking up the dollars she had promised she’d use to buy something nice for her sugar, though Brooke was the one who pulled out his wallet more often than not, money something that came and went in Vanjie’s hands.

“You have.”

Brooke liked to save, each and every dollar counted by the end of a night and getting tucked away, safe and sound for a rainy day, though those were few and far between in this new life.

Vanjie cackled, her voice loud and filled with joy, a joy Brooke couldn’t help but match, Vanjie like fireworks, always ready to explode in bursts of color.

“Help me?”

“Sure.”

Brooke knew it was more for his benefit, Vanjie dumping down on the hotel chair, a teasing glint in her eyes as she leaned back, spreading her arms along the back, owning the room she was in. Brooke caught his breath, the air in the room suddenly hot, his cheeks dusted with pink, his khaki shorts growing tighter.

“Then get to it, stud.”

Brooke couldn’t really say exactly when the ritual had started, Vanjie peeling her own lashes off. He grabbed a makeup wipe, his knees hitting the carpet, Vanjie just the perfect height for him to fit between her legs and work away at removing the thick layers of Vanjie from his boyfriend. Wipe after wipe getting discarded in the trash can as Jose came into view, his eyes bright with the mischief Brooke so adored.

Some called Vanjie stupid, her fog horn voice the first thing anyone noticed about her. She was not educated, Vanjie proclaiming it loud and proud, but she was smart. So smart she had picked Brooke apart in a single glance, looking into his soul from the moment she directed her full attention to him.

/

“Stay still.”

“Make me.”

Brooke ran his fingers through Vanjie’s hair, the air around them filled with steam, hot water beating down on their bodies. It didn’t matter where they were, didn’t matter what continent, what country, what hotel or apartment they were in, as long as Brooke got to have this.

Brooke knew who he was, but he had never expected anyone to not only see, but appreciate that part of him. He had tried to hide, tried to change, tried to do anything to be someone he was not, but it always came to the surface. An itch he couldn’t ignore, a need so strong he could taste it, and it had come with Vanjie too.

The first time it happened it had been during Drag Race, Brooke unable to hold back, Vanjie’s worry, her anxiety rushing off of her in waves, calling Brooke like a siren song. He had managed so well, staying on his own path, staying in his own lane for three whole weeks until it became too much. Vanjie had faltered, stumbled for a second, the judges unable to see what Brooke saw whenever he looked at her, a fireball of red and orange.

She had let him dance around her, Brooke nearing her, almost as scared of her rejection as he was of the defeat he could see on her face. Vanjie had allowed him to soothe and tut, to bring her back to the magnificent creature Brooke knew she was with gentle touches and encouraging words, the tape forcing him to bite his lip the first time he saw it, his voice so soft he could barely recognise it

“Be careful what you wish for.”

Brooke took the showerhead, his height meaning it was barely a reach, his hand covering Vanjie’s eyes as he rinsed his hair, washing the day away, washing the night and her performance down the drain, though they would do it all again tomorrow.

He had never had a boyfriend before, and it wasn’t hard to blame this part of himself for that fact. Brooke knew he was a handful, knew his need to pamper, his inability to keep his hands away was sometimes overwhelming. He had always been tall, strong, masculine, his hookups often urging him to take charge, but Brooke couldn’t bring his palms to hurt, not by his own will. The sharp sting of flesh did nothing for him, the ecstasy he knew he should be feeling never truly there. Brooke had never enjoyed being in control in the bedroom, and with Vanjie, he didn’t have to be.

Vanjie hummed, pleasure radiating off of him. He was soaking up Brooke’s attention, like a flower that finally had water, and Brooke knew exactly how he felt, his cock digging into Vanjie’s lower back, but he knew what came next, and his pleasure wasn’t it, at least not the physical kind. Brooke’s arm was around Vanjie’s waist, holding him against his body, Vanjie smiling as he helped him lather up a washcloth. Brooke washed his arms, his shoulders, the pure strength in those limbs almost taking his breath away. He could lift Vanjie without breaking a sweat, the two of them even attempting it once or twice, Vanjie declaring loudly that there was a ‘fucking trick in there for the coins!’ but Vanjie was stronger than he let on. His chest and stomach tight and trained, Brooke almost having to force him to come to the gym, but after the first stolen kisses in the few seconds of privacy they had at the Drag Race hotel, it had become a ritual for them.

“You’re missing something, lover boy.”

Brooke nodded, his hand on Vanjie’s hip turning him around. He once again fell on his knees, Vanjie’s body blocking the spray, Brooke shivering as the drips on his body dried, cold air wrapping around him, but he didn’t care, not when he got to do this. He lifted Vanjie’s foot, wiping it off, first one, then the other. Strong calves, perfectly formed thighs. He almost didn’t dare look, but Vanjie’s hand in his hair forced him, a bitten off moan falling from his lips as he came face to face with Vanjie’s cock, shaft standing to attention and thankfully as hard as Brooke was himself, his dick bopping and weeping, precum mixing with the water that swirled around beneath them both.

“Can I-?”

“No.”

Brooke froze, eyes wide, Vanjie’s hand tugging. He was pulling Brooke’s eyes up, up, up, until he was looking at him, brown and blue irises meeting. It was a game they played, Vanjie’s shoulders square, his stance telling Brooke everything he needed to know. It was going to be a long, and very very pleasurable night.

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Being with Vanjie was like playing with fire. Bright and hot, so warm it almost hurt, licks of flames covering Brooke’s body.

Vanjie had forced him to take his time, not that Brooke had minded, hands exploring his body, their mouths tracing lazy kisses that betrayed the desperation he felt as he moved his fingers inside of him.

Brooke was fucking Vanjie exactly how he liked it, their bodies twisted together, his nails buried in Brooke’s bicep, his mouth open in pleasure, moans and gasps leaving him as he worked his hips, chasing his pleasure, using Brooke, who didn’t mind it at all.

“More.”

Brooke sat up on his knees, lifting Vanjie’s leg, hooking it into his elbow. Vanjie’s nails were digging in, breaking skin, the spark of pain doing nothing for him compared to the satisfied groan he was rewarded with when the angle became just right. His hips snapped, Vanjie’s spine arched, his entire body taunt and tight.

“Shit, please- I- Brooke.”

Vanjie was usually loud, so loud and lively, always the center of attention, always the life of the party while Brooke was anything but that, but in bed, Vanjie rarely spoke at all, his body telling Brooke everything he needed to know. A moan here, a groan there, a hitch of breath or, if he was lucky, a whimper telling him more than any praise ever could.

He sped up, skin slapping against skin, Vanjie’s cock trapped between them, their chests sliding together, Vanjie’s foot digging into his hip. There was still glitter there, Vanjie shining gold, the flecks splattered across his pecs. Brooke felt a sharp kick, Vanjie making him change his angle.

“Wha-”

“Getting tired loverboy?” Vanjie smiled, and Brooke wanted to kiss it off his face, the grin tormenting him. “Show me what that dick can do.”

Brooke gasped, all breath leaving his chest and he nodded. Vanjie was urging him on, and Brooke felt like he was shaking apart. Vanjie forcing him to go faster and faster, their breath mingling, hot groans and sounds of pleasure falling from their lips until Vanjie pulled his hair, Brooke crashing into him, their mouths messy, teeth clicking but it didn’t matter, didn’t matter at all because Vanjie was coming, his body so tight Brooke cried out, and then, relief, his stomach coated in Vanjie’s cum, his mark on him.

“Come on.”

Brooke groaned, his eyes squeezed together, his hips still pumping, their bodies so close together they felt like one.

“Come on Papi.”

Vanjie kissed him again, and he was gone.

/

“Sweet or regular?”

“Regular. Who do you think I am? Some fancy New York bitch?”

Vanjie smiled brightly, the challenge clear on his face, and under normal circumstances Brooke would have thrown something right back, the shade playing at the tip of his tongue, but he was simply too content, like a cat that had gotten the cream.

“No, you’re just a regular dad.”

“Oh my god bitch shut up.”

Brooke laughed. He knew Vanjie cared for him, maybe even loved him, his traits of jealousy one he usually despised but he had only felt pure contentment when Vanjie had hollered and yelled at the bellboy to cover his eyes when he had answered room service with only a pillow covering his junk.

Brooke climbed into bed, plates of fries in hand as he settled against the headboard, his boyfriend stealing some of his sweet potato straight away, despite his words only seconds before. Vanjie pushed his arm, demanding and commanding space as he laid down next to him, snuggled up and safe underneath his arm. Something meaningless was playing on TV, Vanjie already caught up in it, but Brooke simply turned his face, a kiss getting pressed into Vanjie’s hair, his chin resting against Vanjies head as he breathed in, completely at peace with the world here at this anonymous hotel because he had him, right where he needed to be.

“So, about that blow job?”

[storytaeme]

confession – day 24

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Namjoon

➵ Prompt: Church Sex   ↪ content: anal fingering, semi-public, anal sex, riding, religious themes

➵ Word Count: 2,560 words

The door clicked shut on the other side of the barrier. Yoongi heard the resounding snap echo through the empty space. There was some rustling before the noise faded away, bathing the booth in silence. Yoongi couldn’t see the priest, nor was the priest able to see him. The screen between them was thick enough to maintain anonymity which was important in situations like these.

It felt tight and stuffy, the air seeming to tighten its hold around his lungs. However, what Yoongi was more concerned about was perhaps the hand that was slowly sliding up his bare thigh, brushing over the hem of his white shirt and eliciting a delicious shiver out of him. Namjoon propped his chin up on the older boy’s shoulder, humming quietly. His voice only reached Yoongi’s ears, barely above a whisper that tickled the skin of his neck. "Go on, Yoongi, time to confess your sins."

Yoongi could only swallow the clog in his throat, feeling his breath hiccup in his chest as he attempted to keep his reactions in check. "Father," he began just as Namjoon's hand slid up again to stroke the insides of his thigh, touching the smooth, soft skin and relishing in Yoongi's provoked shivers.

"Go on," Namjoon murmured again. His breath was hot against Yoongi's ear, a reminder that he was still there and would always be.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi gulped again as he started again. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He paused, biting on his bottom lip as Namjoon cupped his balls. Yoongi wanted to scream. He was so, so painfully hard. Namjoon had stimulated him so much earlier, had teased him endlessly to the verge of tears and left him pleading for more. However, the priest had entered before they could finish and Yoongi was left to his own devices. "I-it has been two months since my last—" Namjoon's hand tightened, Yoongi choked "—my last confession."

The priest said nothing, awaiting for Yoongi's next words, which were supposed to be an admittance of all of his sins. Though, that might take a while considering he was more than mildly distracted by the warmth radiating from Namjoon's palm unto his skin. It felt like it was searing fire straight through his flesh, burning with the energy of a thousand suns. Yoongi's cock twitched in Namjoon's hand as he bit back a whimper, nudging forward so Namjoon could keep working on it. Instead, the younger only gave him a quick squeeze. "Come on, Yoongi-hyung, you can't keep Father waiting. The Lord is busy after all."

Whatever the priest had to deal with, it surely couldn't be as miserable as the torture Yoongi was undergoing at that moment. He regained his composure, taking another deep inhale before continuing, "Since then, I have committed mortal sins. I accuse myself of the following sins," Yoongi sank his teeth into his tongue to stop the moan from escaping when Namjoon bounced him a little on his lap. He prattled off a few that he could name when searching through his mind for the right words to say, but he could barely process any of it when Namjoon was still toying with his skin.

Fuck, the sensations, the nudging on his ass and the feeling of his cock bouncing in Namjoon's hand were enough to have Yoongi throwing his head back, pressing the side of his face against Namjoon's. The younger peppered his bare neck with kisses. His partly unbuttoned shirt was holding on for dear life off his shoulders, dangling haphazardly around his body. Namjoon proceeded to bob his knees, causing Yoongi to shift on his thighs. The tall man's leg dug into his ass where it was settled, the tent in his pants a good sign of how hard Namjoon was.

Namjoon ran his fingers through Yoongi's hair and tugged back, nipping the boy's ear swiftly. "You're being awfully slow, Yoongi. You know Father has no time for this."

Yoongi slammed his eyes shut and nodded quietly. "Admitting one's sin to oneself is far from easy, Father. It had taken me some time to grow accustomed to the truth that I have gone against our Lord's wishes," Yoongi whispered, trying to keep his voice as low as possible to hide his pained whimpers as Namjoon began to stroke his cock. His long fingers wound around his shaft, moving up and down with his spit on his palm. Namjoon used his fingers then and flicked his wrist faster, pressing tighter around the sensitive length. Yoongi gritted his teeth, "I have been thinking of another, Father, another of my kind. Although the Lord has taught us through you time and time again of the wrongfulness of such attraction, I can't help but find myself falling into temptation each time."

It was difficult—it was becoming increasingly, ridiculously difficult to keep his libido stable when Namjoon's fingers were doing wonders on his dick. His fingers expertly twirled around the hardened member, his thumb digging into the slit and seeming to peel open his opening. His other hand roamed carelessly to fondle his balls and caress them in his palms. Yoongi could feel everything. The booth's suffocating space contributing to the lack of oxygen that was unable to fill his lungs.

"Will you specify your temptation, child? To confess your sins means to admit all your doings," the priest finally spoke, his voice soft and gentle. His words, kind. Words Yoongi certainly didn't deserve considering his state at that moment.

"I have been involved with another man," Yoongi confessed, and this was true. "We have a mutual understanding of our attraction and we have, unfortunately, acted upon it."

He heard Namjoon snort softly in his ear. "Unfortunately," he echoed mockingly.

Yoongi jabbed his chest with his elbow, which earned him another cock squeeze from the man. Wincing, he continued, praying that the little squeak that he had let escape hadn't been caught by the priest. "We've done things…" His sentence faded when Namjoon's wet fingers, he guessed with lube, was beginning to prod at his entrance. Yoongi's lips trembled as he felt one slick digit slide inside of him, curling in the thick ring of muscle. God, it was amazing to finally have some friction inside of him.

But the priest was not pleased, instead pressing further, "My child, elaborate your sins further."

"I've—I've lain with him, have lain with another man. We've worshipped each other's bodies and rid ourselves of our purity," Yoongi gasped a little when Namjoon pushed another finger in and nudged him forward just a little. With his hands pressed up against the walls of the booth, he had his ass up towards Namjoon, exposed and open for the taking. The younger, of course, wasted no time before he was fingering the daylights out of Yoongi. His long, long fingers twisted and spread inside of him, stretching him open. Yoongi could only hope that the lewd squelches didn't carry to the other side of the confessional.

Namjoon's hand grabbed onto his ass, pushing it apart so he could see how Yoongi's rim enveloped his fingers nicely, circling tightly around the constantly moving digits. He let out a pleased noise when Yoongi jerked forward, Namjoon having touched a particularly sensitive spot. The tip of his fingers kept rubbing on the prostate, stroking the tissue until Yoongi's thin legs were quivering.

"He's… he's a beautiful man, a son of God truly. We both are. But perhaps we have fallen too far into our temptations and sins to be redeemed from them," Yoongi professed with honesty dripping in his voice. He could hear some of his desperation leak into his tone. "The two of us believe in the Lord and His words, believe that He is our savior and messiah."

Namjoon tugged him back again, slower this time, and Yoongi found out why when he could feel a thicker poking on his opening. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the smug smirk Namjoon had playing on his lips. The smile of the devil, some might say. This wasn't the first time the younger had messed around the church—perhaps Catholic boarding school had certainly done a number on him.

A number in which Yoongi took pleasure in as Namjoon slowly inched himself inside of the older boy. His hands grasped Yoongi's small waist as the boy cautiously sank down on the thick length, the girth that pried open his entrance forcefully. His ass was stinging with how big and thick Namjoon was inside of him, but it was the kind of pain that sent delicious jolts of electricity coursing through his veins. He swallowed back a groan and nearly creamed himself when he finally bottomed out.

"Go on, Yoongi, tell Father everything we did, tell him how I fucked your ass open in detention, how you tasted my cock in the back of the chapel," Namjoon grinned, his teeth sliding along his skin, nibbling and tasting the soft flesh. "God, I remember how fucking sweet you were. I could listen to you beg for me to come down your throat for hours. Do you remember swallowing my come, Yoongi?"

Yoongi barely managed to suppress a whimper as Namjoon nudged his cock deeper into him, the tip of it seeming to reach the deepest part of the tunnel.

"Bounce on my cock, baby," Namjoon muttered, tugging him back so Yoongi could lean against him. "I want to see that pretty ass bounce on my cock, see your little cock flailing around."

The elder mumbled something incoherent and lifted his hips up before dropping back down, letting Namjoon's cock fuck deep inside of him. The movement pulled a moan from deep in his throat and he froze for a second, wondering if the priest had heard him.

"That's right, show Father how good you take cock, baby. You open your legs for anyone, don't you? I bet you'd let the boys take turns fucking your hole open and coming inside of you," Namjoon growled, sinking his fingers deeper into Yoongi's hips. Yoongi held back his cries, the pricking of Namjoon's nails on his skin surely leaving marks.

"Is there more you'd like to confess, child?" the priest asked, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that Yoongi was silently blabbering his agreement to whatever Namjoon was saying, to the fact that Yoongi was taking Namjoon's cock "like the good bitch that he was."

Namjoon gave his ass a little slap, just enough to surprise Yoongi and drag another shocked groan from his lips. "Tell him, Yoongi, tell him everything we've done."

Yoongi was still riding Namjoon's cock, the length sliding deeper inside of him each time and he hadn't known that that was even possible. It felt incredible, every stroke seemed to ignite up a resistance inside his belly, a flame burning hot lighting his entire being on fire. "I've—We've touched each other in inappropriate places, Father, holy places. Forgive me, Father, for I am aware of the sanctity of those rooms, yet I have defiled them with my immorality."

"Good boy," Namjoon snarled in his ear, yanking his hair back again. Yoongi's scalp ached with the movement but he could feel his cock throb even harder with it. "Tell him how sorry you are, or better yet, tell him how much you fucking enjoyed christening all those rooms."

"N-Namjoon," Yoongi whispered over his shoulder, eyes wide with panic, "please, I can't. I can't take it any longer."

"Then apologize to our Father and Lord, Yoongi. You're not allowed to come until you're absolved of your sins, that would be too impure of you," Namjoon purred delightedly, obviously taking pleasure in the conflict flickering through Yoongi's eyes.

Holding back the profanities and blasphemy towards Namjoon, Yoongi glanced up at the dark ceiling of the stall in search for help and patience. He took a deep breath and went on, "I apologize, Father, for all I have sinned for. I have tainted my own spirituality and have acted against our heavenly father's words."

"Our Father is merciful, dear child, He does not hold onto vendettas or any of your wrongdoings for all of eternity. As you seek absolution from the church, you may pray to our Father to cleanse you of your sins. Despite it being so, the promise to uphold God's words must be kept and your sins thus far may be removed," the priest recited as if he had memorized this by heart. "You may ask for our heavenly father for forgiveness."

Yoongi inhaled a shaky breath, his hips stuttering with the movement.

"Oh my God," he said, more for the fact that Namjoon just raised his hips the same time he sat down on his cock rather than his calling for God, "I apologize for all my sins for I have offended you and your teachings. You are my priority, the one I should love above all. Please allow me to atone for my immorality, to improve myself, and to eschew all that may lead me back into temptation. Amen."

Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's hips harshly, pounding into him every time Yoongi sank down on his cock. The pleasure built up inside of him like vines that coiled around his gut and twisted around his heart. He could feel every touch of Namjoon's surrounding him, his scent overwhelming his senses and the pain that ricocheted through him through his hands.

"God bless you," the priest said, "go in peace, child, and sin no more."

Yoongi made no promises.

"Make the cross, Yoongi," Namjoon grunted, thrusting into him again and again. "Do it."

With trembling fingers, he motioned the cross from his forehead and across his chest. He felt filthy and sinful, absolutely stained with all of his wrongdoings. He surely was going to hell for this but the way to hell seemed sweet if Namjoon were to hold his cock and stroke it like the way he was doing then. Yoongi's cock thumped against his stomach before white strings spurted out from the tip, coating his body and his and Namjoon's legs with the thick semen. Namjoon slapped his hand over Yoongi's mouth as the boy came with an audible, muffled moan. His entire body was still quaking with the force of his orgasm when Namjoon followed after, the warmth of his come coating the insides of his ass and leaking from where they were joined. Even the thickness of the younger's cock couldn't hold in the liquid oozing down the insides of his thighs.

"That's a good boy," Namjoon smiled.

The elder panted quietly, slowly regaining his breath as he struggled back to fix his appearance. He yanked on his pants and buttoned up his shirt before stumbling out of the booth. The air was fresh outside, unlike the humidity and the unmistakeable aroma of sex that had diffused through the air of the confessional. Namjoon slid out of the confessional afterwards, giving his ass one last pat before walking on his merry way back to the dorms.

Yoongi walked to the pew and kneeled, looking up at the figure of his salvation up on the cross. And, as much as he would like to pray earnestly to God for his sins, the only thing he could feel was Namjoon's come still dribbling out of his hole.

[avengers-dark-messenger]

                                                Chapter 1.1                                              “First Contact”

My name is Peter Parker and I am Spider-Man. I just want to say it out loud. I wanna scream it from the roof of the school. I wanna say it to her... But I can't even say it to myself. Not even alone, not even to the closest people in my life. I'm scared that if I say it once I won't be able to stop.

What if, as Aunt May was bringing me wheat cakes, I just blurted it out. She'd freak! Broken dishes, tears; she'd be terrified. Scared every night. And Gwen, oh boy I bet she'd be excited. I bet she'd kiss me right there and then. The Amazingly Spectacular Spider-Man! I could swing her around the whole city. But if she ever told a soul... if anyone ever found out, if we broke up and she – she would never, not on purpose, but if...

“Parker. Earth to Parker.”

Crap. Spotlight. What was he talking about? Mr. Anslinger is a nice man I guess but some folks just shouldn't be teachers. I couldn't focus in his class if my life depended on it.

“Um... sorry?” Brilliant. Just like that, top of my head, can you believe it?

“Single-point reactors, Parker, we've been discussing them all week. There's only one instance of one such reactor melting down, name the disaster and where it happened.”

Oh yeah I forgot I'm a nerdy dorky dweeby nerd-pants and of course I know the answer. Crisis averted, thank God I don't have things like friends and fun holding back my academic progress.

“Inchion. South Korea. Um, it went supercritical because of the, uh, all the safety measures broke down, like how the backup generators failed all at once because the code was written to measure energy in jou–“

“The Inchion Disaster. Correct. More than a million people died in seconds and it all could have been prevented in any number of ways. Everything had to go wrong, and when it did, what happened?”

“An energy burst. Like a big, giant, Hiroshima-sized microwave. They saw some of the Cherenkov radiation all the way from Seoul. They said it was beautiful, 'bluer than the bluest sky.' I read an article online that said they found the shadows of the bodies of the scientists in the room, there with the reactor beam, burned into the walls. You could even see their coats. It's...”

I hear Heather Watkins gasp behind me and realize maybe I got a little too morbid for 10 a.m. Physics.

“... Um, still there. You can even go see it...” Learn to stop talking, Peter. Learn to just stop. Talking.

“Let's be satisfied with what's in the textbook today, Parker.”

This is why you study so much, Pete. Your greatest gift is your uncanny ability to say exactly the wrong thing at the perfect time. Spider Sense, proportional spider strength, leaping tall buildings in only like two or three bounds, it all pales in comparison to my big fat mouth.

Anslinger moves on to another victim and I wait for my spider-sense to calm down.

“Flash, don't be such a dick!” Jenna Horne is jumping up, trying to get a water bottle Flash just grabbed off her desk. He's aiming to toss it to Charlie and the way my spidey-sense is buzzing I feel like he has a grenade in his hands. What the hell is going on? It's not from a particular – all I can do is look around, when I notice Heather at the window, staring up. So she hadn't gasped at me? I walk closer to see –

Oh crud.