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jazzthatonewriterchick · 11 months

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Lost in the Woods (Werewolf!BakuKiri x Black!Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"You scared now, baby?"

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Kirishima Ejirou x Black!Plus-sized!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you get lost on your way home one night while coming back from a party and end up straight in the jaws of two strange yet sexy men who you get the feeling aren't quite human.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Reader is Drunk; Monster Fucking; Coercion; Dubcon; Rape (to be safe); Foreplay; Biting; Mild Degradation; Mutual Oral; Double Blowjob; Double Cunnilingus/Analingus; Big Dicks/Knots; Knotting; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Cowgirl; Unprotected Creampies; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Happy Halloween, y'all!! 🎃🎃 Enjoy!! -Jazz

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It has gotten darker outside. Way darker than it usually is around this time in the fall.

You walk along the trail in your fake cat ears leading to your co-worker's rented cabin deep in the woods, clutching your leather jacket closer to your plump frame and tasting your third drink on your tongue. You're still not sure what's in it, but you can taste the vodka and the fruity juice flavors with every sip you've taken since you've gotten to the party.

You originally were supposed to stay at the party for only an hour, but that turned into four. Four hours of watching your bestie shake her ass in her ladybug costume and dealing with your coworker and the host of the party flirt with you. Though Denki Kaminari is cute and loaded from his rich parents, he also is a huge slut.

He has what you call "community dick". The guy gets around to almost every girl in your office, minus you, of course. He's been trying which is why he invited you to his Halloween party, but you aren't interested. You thought the man was going to cry earlier when he saw you put on your jacket and head to the door.

Aww, you're leavin'?" he asked in his makeshift toga and leaf headpiece. He was supposed to be a Greek God. "But I'm about to start the competition and announce the winners!"

"I know, but I'm really tired and it's really dark out there," you sighed, trying to seem like you're apologetic.

"You sure you wanna drive?" he asked, sounding concerned. "Didn't you drink tonight?" You shook your head, your hand moving to grasp the doorknob behind you. "I didn't drive here. I took an Uber."

"You don't need to take no Uber, sweetheart," he tutted. "Not when you've got a personal chauffeur right here! Lemme drive you home. I promise that my ride is faster." He smiled big, confident, seductive smile at you that you're sure gets all the ladies' pussies wet, but you weren't swayed.

You gave him a small smile, desperate to leave. The music was too loud and your social battery was running way low. "That's very sweet of you, Denki, but I'm good. I'm gonna wait in the driveway."

Denki's eyes ticked outside the window where the woods lay in wait for you. "Well, my house is surrounded by woods. You sure you wanna walk alone out there? Wouldn't want all the creepy-crawlies and freaks to get you." He smirked down at you, cocking his head to the side."Lemme walk you," he whispered. "It would at least make me feel better. Plus, I'm great company."

He gave you that same seductive smirk as he leaned in, no doubt attempting to corner you against the door. You began to twist the knob, opening it in preparation to run out and escape his tricks."Thank you, but–"

"Heeey, girl," Mina, your coworker and bestie, sing-songed. She inserted herself right between you and Denki, drunk and a major cockblock (and your savior). "You havin' fun?" She side-eyed Denki who gave her a sharp glare before slinking off to attend to two of his guests who were about to fight over the last mini-pumpkin cupcake at the snack table.

"Yeah, but it's getting dark out there," you pointed out, relieved that Denki left. "Shouldn't we be heading home soon?"

"Go home?" Mina scoffed. "Denki said we're all welcome here! He cleaned out his five guest rooms upstairs just for us...or rather, for you." She giggled as you rolled your eyes. "You know, he's hoping you'll stay the night."

"Yeah, I know," you muttered. "But it ain't gonna happen. Denki gets around too much."

"So?" Mina scoffed. "I've heard he's good! Plus, it's not like you're looking for a forever. It's just a one-night thing you clear your head and get you some dick."

Mina is so convinced that you need to start dating if not having meaningless sex with coworkers if not men at bars, clubs, or online (which is hella dangerous). To her, you could use the release to ease your stress from your job and life, but in your eyes, you're more than happy using your fingers and toys to get that release. However, you would be lying if you said that you didn't want someone to break you off, but so far, you haven't found a man who could do so for you.

"I'm fine, Mina, really," you chuckled. "I know you think that I need some dick to ease my stress at work, but I can handle myself just fine." Mina didn't look too happy with that but didn't push it. "Whatever," she sighed. "But at least stay for the costume competition. You'll get to see me win for my super-cute costume!"

"Sorry, hon," you giggled, playing with her fake antenna, "but the dark isn't gonna wait for that. You know how I feel about traveling in the dark anyway. I'm just gonna bounce and call you when I get home."

At this, Mina grew worried. "You sure you don't want me to walk you?" But you shook your head, not wanting to interrupt her fun. "I'll be fine, Mina," you reassured her. "I'm just gonna wait in the driveway for my ride. You stay and have fun."

You wish you had just stayed in Denki's driveway like you said you would. You wish you never decided to venture along the trail to find the road. It's too dark, and you're too tipsy. You're not at all dressed for a walk, such as this one either–a mini dress that hugs your plump, chunky body, a leather jacket, fake cat ears, and black pumps that you try to walk slowly in to avoid breaking your ankle.

Plus, and this is the main reason, the forest is starting to creep you out. It is quiet. Too quiet, as if something is causing this eery silence. The woods trail is rather bumpy, and the trees seem taller than before when you came here four hours ago. They are bare of any leaves and their branches stretch towards the sky like long, crooked fingers. Speaking of the sky, there isn't a single star in it–just the large, white moon that looks almost ominous behind the clouds floating among the inky, black canvas.

You thought that making it to the road would make it easier for the Uber driver to find you when you ordered, but you can't even find the road. You ordered the ride before leaving Denki's party, hoping to make it there before the driver could call.

But now you're realizing that you should've just called before. 'You stupid bitch,' you think. So you call your driver now as you keep a hand out to grab onto trees for balance as you hike down the trail. The driver answers after three rings, but they sound grainy and broken.

"Hello?" you say into the phone.

"Hi, is this Y/N?" the Uber driver asks. "I was just going to call you. I'm here."

"Shit, you are?" you reply, your stomach leaping in fear. You only have five minutes to reach them and you still don't know where you're going! "H-Hang on, I'm comin' now. I can't find the road."

"I'm sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you," the driver says. "I can't seem to find a way through these trees."

"It's through the woods!" you call. "There's a trail that leads to the address. If you follow it, you'll find me there." Silence follows and you panic, thinking they hung up. "Hello, you there?" you call.

"Hello?" the driver asks. "Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yes!" you call. "Hang on, I'll come to you!" You waddle and stumble along the trail, pushing a long branch out of your face. "Can you still hear me?" Silence. "Hello?" you call into the phone. "Helloooo?"

Still nothing. You look at your phone to find that the call has dropped. "Goddammit!" you groan. Of course, this happens to you. Realizing that you're out of luck and have no clue where you are, you dial Mina's number and turn back around where you came.

Four rings go by before she picks up and you're hit by a barrage of sounds–music, yelling, and laughter. "Hello?" she shouts into your ear. "Mina, I'm coming back," you sigh. "My Uber driver can't find me and–"

"Y/N, you're breaking up!" she shouts. "I can't hear you!" Her voice begins to sound grainy and chopped, her words cutting off. "Mina?" you ask. "Mina, can you hear me?" Nothing but silence follows.

You look at the four bars on your screen, finding them to be completely gone. No reception. "Fuck!" you groan. Tonight is now a complete shit show. The beginning of a horror film. However, if keep on the trail to Denki's cabin, knowing you have a better chance of calling another ride there.

But then you get lost. Very, very lost. "What the fuck?" you whisper to yourself. "Where's the cabin?"

What looks like the trail to Denki's cabin turns out not to be...or is it? You can't quite decipher the trail anymore. Or where you are. Everything looks the same–the same leafless trees and brush stretching around you, making you feel suffocated; the same dark shadows; the same dirt trail that leads to nowhere.

Even worse is the darkness. It has gotten increasingly worse since you've been out here, stumbling about. You can barely make out the trees now, bumping into a few as you walk. The quietness only makes you feel more paranoid. All that you hear is the lone hooting of an owl and your heavy breathing in your ears. It's uncomfortable. Unsettling. Like something is lurking among the woods, ready to pounce at the perfect opportunity.

You go for your phone to switch on the flashlight only to find your phone on 20%. You growl in frustration, stomping your heel. How did you forget to charge it before you left Denki's party? "God, can this get any worse for me?" you sigh to the heavens.

And as if answering you, a droplet falls from the cloudy night sky onto your forehead. You gasp at the sudden feeling, pressing your hand to your forehead to feel the wetness. And then another one falls. And another. Soon, you are caught in a downpour. "Shit!" you squeal and take off your heels before immediately start running to avoid the rain.

You don't know where you're going but you run anyway, desperate to find the road or someone who may be out here to help you. Maybe one of Denki's guests from the party or a hiker. Maybe a camper. As you peel back tree branches and try to avoid pits of mud that have begun to churn from the rain, you finally find your light in the darkness.

Through the trees protrudes a cozy-looking house in a clearing, surrounded by a stack of logs for firewood and smelling of something spicy and warm. The windows are aglow which means someone is inside. Someone who can help you! "Oh, thank you, God," you sigh.

But as you go to run towards the house, you hit your foot on an overgrown tree root and go tumbling. With a shriek, you fall to your hands and knees, luckily not scraping them but staining them with dirt. Your heart lurches into your throat and you try to calm yourself. "Relax," you whisper. "You're okay. There's no one out there to hurt you."

"Well, look who stumbled along the trail," a teasing voice says. "Literally." Immediately, you look up and scurry away from the two figures standing above you. They are big. Huge, even. All lean muscle, broad arms, and thick, toned thighs and calves that could crush watermelons under their clothes.

They're not too bad looking either. The one on the right has a platinum blonde undercut, a sharp jaw any model would be jealous of, an eyebrow piercing, and a lip ring that glints in the moonlight in his plump, pink bottom lip. His vermillion eyes feel like hot rays on you as he glares down at you. "Who the fuck are you?" he growls. "Why are you here?"

You try to find the words to speak, but you're still too in shock from what has happened to you and the two strangers standing before you. "I-I..."

"Chill out, Katsuki," the one on the left chuckles. He is bigger than the blonde with long, red locks of hair, tattoos, and a toothy smile that unnerves you slightly. "You alright, miss? Sorry about him. He's territorial of our home is all."

He offers his hand to you, and though you hesitate at first, you take it and let him pick you up off the ground. "That's your house?" you ask, nodding at the cozy home. Katsuki glares suspiciously at you. "Why? You lookin' to break in or something?"

"N-No," you stutter, intimidated by his roughness. "I came from a party up the way and I couldn't find the road to catch my Uber."

Both men look at each other, realizing your story. "Oh," the redhead says, that grin still on his face. "You're lost. Gone too deep down the rabbit hole?" You don't answer, unnerved by his teasing and their presence.

"So that explains why a pretty thing like you is out here alone," the redhead comments, crossing his buff arms over his broad chest. "So no one walked you out here?"

You shake your head, hugging your jacket to your soaked body. "I told them not to," you admit, feeling guilty. "I thought this wasn't going to happen."

"Well, no one expects to get lost in the woods," the redhead chuckles. "But don't fret. You've got us and we know these woods like the back of our hands. It's not safe to be out here alone on such a dark night though. It could be...dangerous."

Something in the way he says this and the glint in his eyes makes you uncomfortable. There is something off about these two, you realize. Something ferocious. Predatory, like an animal. "I-I just need wifi," you stutter. "Or a phone to call my friend and tell her I'm here."

"You need more than that, sweetness," the redhead chuckles. "You're soaked to the bone! Guess you got caught in the rain." He nods over to their home. "Come on in and we'll help you out. We'll get you a towel and a phone."

"Really?" you ask, shocked by their kindness...and also wary. "Of course!" he laughs, his crimson eyes kind. "It wouldn't be many of us to have a beautiful lady out here alone and lost. Ain't that right, Katsuki?"

The blonde says nothing but keeps his eyes pinned on you. "Oh, I never introduced us!" the redhead tuts. "That's so rude of me. I'm Kirishima, but just call me Kiri. This is Katsuki. Say hi, 'Suki." Once again, Katsuki doesn't speak. "And you are?"

"Y/N," you softly answer. "Thanks for helping me out, but I just need a phone or a wifi password."

"What, you scared to come in or something?" Katsuki snarls. "You have no problem walking around out there in that." He nods at your mini dress and cat ears, making you flush.

"Leave her alone, Katsuki," Kiri growls. "I happen to think she looks amazing." He gives you a wink that makes your stomach flip. "I know it's weird since we're strangers and all, but we'd really feel bad if you just waited out here. We've got spicy ramen cookin' in there too, if you want any."

You should say no. You should firmly stand your ground and tell them to just give you a phone. But against your better judgment and taken by their strange attractiveness, you give in. "Okay," you sigh.

They guide you to their home and get you inside just as the rain becomes a thick sheet. Their home is cozy, warm, and has a roaring, brick fireplace. The walls are made of thick logs packed tight together and the furniture is covered in throw pillows and comfy blankets. Kiri leads you over to the couch and hands you a blanket to wrap yourself in while Katsuki heads to the kitchen. "Take a seat and we'll get you set up," he says. "And get comfortable. That's what the couch is here for."

He smiles at you before heading off to gather some things for you. You sit there, shivering under the blanket after taking off your coat, doing your best to relax. But you can’t. Not when you’re in two strangers’ home with your phone halfway to death and in the pouring rain. There has to be a phone you can get to. You begin to look around for a phone, but are interrupted the Kiri returns with a towel and a tray holding a steaming bowl for you. "Here's a towel for you," he coos. "And a pipin' hot bowl of ramen if you're hungry. I'm sure you worked up an appetite at that party and walking through the woods."

He hands you the towel and carefully places the tray down next to you. ”Thanks," you mutter. Kiri gives you your space and sits in a chair across the room, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. He watches you very carefully as you slowly slurp down the ramen, clearing your throat from the spiciness. He chuckles under his breath whenever you do.

Katsuki then returns to the living room, his shoes off and clad in a V-neck and jeans that sit low on his hips. "Landline's down," he passively says. "The rain must've fucked it up." Kiri sighs while your stomach flips in panic. "Aw, man," he sighs. "Any luck with your phone, Y/N?" Something about the way he says his name in that raspy voice sends shivers down your spine.

You ignore them and check your phone, finding it to be on 10% and the bars still low. You shake your head, ready to scream in frustration. "Guess you're stuck with us for a minute then,” Kiri says, sounding apologetic. Katsuki doesn’t say anything at all, still standing in the middle of the living room, adding to the tension you feel. “Does…this happen often?" you carefully question.

Kiri shrugs, leaning back in his chair. ”Sometimes, if the rain is real bad. It's just one of the things about living away from the city in the middle of the forest." He gives you a humored grin, a twinkle in his crimson eyes. "You're probably wondering why we're out here, hm? Well, city life just got to be too much. Sometimes you just wanna be wild and free. Feral, if you will."

His smile turns sharper and almost just as feral as he describes. You don’t even look at Katsuki. You’re too afraid too. Instead, you look down at your feet and squeeze the blanket closer to your form. "So what about you?" Kiri asks. "What's your life like outside of these woods?"

‘Lie!’ your brain tells you. ‘Don’t tell them anything about you!’ But you also don’t know if they’ll know you’re lying. So you tell the truth, but keep things as tame and vague as possible. ”Well, I live in the city and I work in an office. I just came from a work costume party that my coworker was throwing." Kiri nods, his eyes scaling over your fake cat ears and legs poking out of the blanket. ”Well, you've dressed the part for it."

"And decided to come in here to show us," Bakugou growls, speaking for the first time in minutes. His hot gaze runs over you as if he can see right through the thick blanket. "Ignore him," Kiri says, rolling his eyes. "He thinks you look fantastic, as do I. I'm sure all your coworkers of the opposite sex were re all over you tonight."

You’re not sure if he says this to comfort or relax you, but it doesn’t do either. Your body is wound up like a drum and you feel hot with discomfort. ”T-Thank you," you whisper. "No, I...I didn't want that. I don't date my coworkers...or hook up with them."

"That's a good idea," Kiri replies, nodding in approval. "It often makes your job complicated. But it relieves the tension, don't you think?" He pauses, letting the pitter-patter of the rain fill the silence. ”Eases the stress?" he suggests, smirking at you.

Katsuki’s eyes find you. They are sharp and intense, glaring at your very soul. You find it hard to breathe and have to push away the ramen because your stomach is flipping too much. You need to get out of here now. So you stand, letting the blanket fall, and grab your jacket.

"You okay, cutie?" Kiri questions, sounding worried.

"The rain eased up," you huff. And it has––you can’t hear the harshness of it anymore. It is softer which means it’s easier to travel through now. ”And it's getting late. I-I think I should leave."

Kiri’s brows knit in confusion. ”Didn't you wanna call someone first?" he asks. "And why leave if you got lost before?"

"Don't feed into that bullshit she's spouting," Bakugou scoffs. "It's just a cover to hide how scared she is of us." You stand rigidly near the couch, your eyes flicking to the door across the way. Maybe you can run.

”Is that true, sweetie?" Kiri asks almost sweetly. "Are you afraid of us?" They both stare at you, waiting for your answer. Your heart thunders wildly in your chest, your blood pumping in your ears. You don’t know how to get out of this or what to say. "I…I…” Your brain is moving slow like it’s moving through sludge, your thoughts jumbled.

"'Cause you should," Kiri finishes, his tone dark and low. "You should be very afraid. But we won't hurt you...unless you want us to."

He stands up from his chair, making your fight or flight kick in. Both men stand before you now, not touching you but also giving you the feeling that they could stop you at any point from leaving. You can’t escape now. Their predatory gazes stop you from moving entirely.

"Why leave when you know you're curious?" Katsuki asks, raising his pierced eyebrow. "Or should I say horny?" You blink at him, confused and taken aback. ”W-What?” you squeak.

"Don't play the fuckin' fool, girl," he growls. "Why else did you come up in our home when you don't even know us? And don't say it was because of our hospitality or for our wifi."

Now, you begin creeping towards the door. Their eyes follow you, but then don’t stop you. ”I don't know what you mean," you whimper fearfully. "Please, I just wanna leave." You slam your back against the door and try the knob, but it doesn’t budge. Locked. You’re completely trapped.

Katsuki and Kiri stand side by side now, watching you, eating you up with their eyes. ”We don't want you to leave," Kiri softly growls, but his voice doesn't sound human. It is deep and growly as if he is an animal. He blinks and his eyes turn from a sharp red to an eery, golden iris. Katsuki’s eyes do the same, shifting from human to not at all.

You try the knob again, now panicking. Even though you know it’s locked, you try again and again, pathetically so. But you don't take your eyes off of the two men in front of you…and you wish you did. You really wish you never witnessed what you are right now.

Instantly, the two men grow taller and bigger, their muscles widening and growing thicker. Their teeth grow sharp like pointed fangs and their nails turn into claws that protrude from fine-haired, paw-like fingers and toes. The hair on their heads grows wild and untamed, just as their eyes do as they rake them over your body. Fluffy ears and tails protrude from their heads and backsides, indicating that they are, indeed, not human.

As their bodies grow and their muscles swell, their clothes rip to shreds and fall from their bodies, leaving them completely naked. Your eyes instantly fall to their shafts swinging between their thighs, your mouth falling open. They are huge. Thick. Long. You know they would reach your stomach if they got inside you. You can already feel the lockjaw. you’ve never been so scared of dick before.

Katsuki smirks down at you. ”You scared now, baby?" he asks in a low growl.

You press yourself against the door, your heart hammering and breath coming out in panicked huffs. "What the fuck are you two?” you whisper.

"Two men who are gonna give you what you really want," Katsuki replies. "And you're gonna give us what we want too." They then crouch down and begin to creep toward you on all fours, their eyes still on you. Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you grapple with the doorknob, begging someone, anyone, to save you. ”Please,” you whisper.

That is all you can say as they creep closer and closer to you. Katsuki takes one side while Kiri takes the other, both standing up and towering of you. "You’re too deep in the forest now, baby," Kiri whispers, a smirk on his face. "Wouldn’t be wise to wander around in the dark by yourself at this hour anyway. Too many predators.”

One of his huge, clawed hands brushes a hair out of your face. You flinch away from him.

"It’s better to just stay with us. You can kill two birds with one stone: stay here for our protection and take responsibility for your slutty little actions.” He says it so sweetly that you almost miss the last part.

“What?” you squeak. ”I-I’m not a–"

"The fuck you aren't," Katsuki snarls. He pokes at your cat ears, nearly knocking them off of your head. He then moves closer to you, moving so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of his big body. “Comin’ in here dressed like that...smelling so fuckin' good...you're practically handing yourself over to us on a silver platter."

"Mmm, I like that," Kiri hums, tweaking your cat ears as he presses into you from behind. "I like my toys eager. Vulnerable. And so, so easy to please." You are now sandwiched between the two werewolves, trapped. You can feel yourself shivering and trembling between them, your purse still in your hands.

Katsuki presses his nose into your hair and inhales deeply, a deep growl vibrating through his chest. ”God, I just wanna rip off her clothes and pound her right here," he growls. You nearly gasp at his vulgar words. ”Patience, ‘Suki,” Kiri says. “We have to ease her into it." His hand comes across your neck to turn your head towards him. ”Your lips are trembling, baby," he coos. "I know how to ease those nerves."

Then his lips are on yours, giving you a slow yet hungry kiss that takes the air right out of your lungs. He played with you during, pulling away to lick and lightly nibble at your bottom lip with his pointed canines, relishing the tiny gasps you let out with every new sensation. He then pulls away, lightly pulling at your bottom lip until it pops back into place. ”How was that?” he asks, his voice husky and lustful. “Exactly what you needed?"

You don’t want to admit it, but it is. That kiss was hot, passionate, and lustful. It gave you butterflies and made your pussy wet. You can feel yourself gushing now despite your situation and you feel like a disgusting, nasty little whore for even feeling like this. Katsuki lets out a deep, rumbling growl from in front of you, his hands sliding up your thick hips. "Fuck, I can’t take this waiting game anymore," he impatiently growls. "Keep teasing her while I get these clothes off of her. I need to see her without this fuckin’ thing.”

Kiri chuckles as he begins to kiss and suckle on your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. "Doesn’t look like you need to do much, Kats. Just tear off that dress and we’ll get right to the main course." His eyes rake over your body and your little black dress, his hands sneaking under to toy with your thick thighs. ”Mmm, such a naughty outfit. She definitely came here for a reason.” He smirks at you, his gaze hooded and devious. "Let us give it to you then."

"No, wait!" you protest.

But it’s too late. Katsuki is already tearing the little black piece of fabric off of your body, revealing all of you to him and Kiri––your pudgy stomach; your jiggly thighs and thick ass ridden in stretch marks and cellulite; your juicy breasts held up by your laced push-up bra. Both werewolves stare at you like you’re a full course meal, practically salivating at the mouth at the sight of you. "Aww, that little yelp was so cute!” Kiri giggles, his hands still wandering among your thighs and backside. “Was that your favorite dress, sweetheart?"

Katsuki could give less of a shit as he kneels before you. ”She shouldn’t have worn it then. I hope you hate these stockings you’re wearing ‘cause they’re goin’ too." He then shreds your nylon stockings to pieces while Kiri’s fingers curl below between your thighs. “And these little panties. Doesn’t look like you’ll need ‘em anymore."

Before you can take a breath, one clawed finger cut at both straps of your panties. Katsuki does the same to your bra, cutting the straps off your shoulders so they fall off of your breasts. Each piece of undergarments fall off of you, leaving your breasts and pussy exposed. You whimper in protest, moving to cover yourself, but Katsuki slaps your hands away. “No,” he sternly says. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from us.”

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, baby,” Kiri sighs, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “So fuckin’ sexy.” Katsuki’s mouth attaches to your nipples, sucking hungrily on the hardened peaks as his hands grope and mold your breasts. You instinctively your head back, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensations. Here you are, standing naked in your heels in front of two total strangers who may or may not eat you or let you leave.

‘How the fuck did this happen?’ you think.

This is all you can think when the wolves stop their ministrations and push you down on the couch. They stand over you, each muscle and vein of their thick cocks glinting in the moonlight that has appeared through the window. The rain has stopped. "Bend over the couch," Katsuki demands. "We wanna taste how wet you are, and don't try to play like you're not."

Though you’re trembling, you do as he says and bend over the couch, presenting your ass to the strange men. You hear them growl and groan in arousal at the sight of you. "Oooh, you're right, 'Suki," Kiri cackles. "She is wet for us." You then feel his fangs drag across your asscheeks, emitting squeaks and moans of pleasure from your mouth. "And so responsive from these ass bites," he giggles. "Don't fret, cutie. We'll take good care of this poor pussy."

He bends down with Katsuki following suit, hypnotized by your sobbing, wet, brown cunt. He takes a finger and lightly glides it against your labia that hangs. You twitch pathetically at his touch, your toes curling. "Wanna share this kitty with me?" Kiri teasingly asks.

”As long as I get to taste her, I could give less of a fuck,” Katsuki huffs.

Then their mouths, tongues, and soft lips are on your pussy, slurping and sucking up everything you give them. As soon as their mouths touch you, your mouth falls open into an O and your eyes flutter shut. Their tongues slide through your walls to slurp at your pussy and their lips suckle gentle on your clit, sending shivers and shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Shit,” you moan, gripping the back of the couch for dear life. You’ve never had someone eat your pussy so well before. Let alone two men! …Or two not-entirely-human men. They don’t just stay in one place either. They switch places, alternating between your pussy and your asshole. When Katsuki is busy tongue fucking your pussy and sucking on your clit, Kiri places his tongue all over your asshole, nipping and biting at your cheeks before dipping his tongue back between them. "You taste so good, kitty," he sighs. "We could eat you up."

Katsuki growls in agreement, placing his hands on your hips as he devours your cunt. You can hardly speak. All that exits your mouth are moans, whines, and cries of pleasure that seem to explode out of you. The more their mouths move and their moans vibrate against your clit, the farther you’re taken to your orgasm. Soon, that knot in your core is tightening, threatening to snap, and your moans grow louder and more shrill. "Fuck!" you scream. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm about to cum!”

Kiri repeatedly moans “uh-huh” into your pussy now, taking Katsuki’s spot while his blonde partner devours your ass. ”Fuckin’ do it," Katsuki growls. "Cum all over us, you little slut." Then you feel two fingers flicking at your clit and this is all it takes for you to finally explode all over the men devouring your pussy.

When you cum, you cum hard. Actually, you damn well squirt all over the wolves’ faces as a chorus of moans and whimpers leave your mouth. You’re seeing stars and your head is clouded as you cum, your hands gripping the couch. Katsuki and Kiri excitedly and delightedly take what you give them, hungrily growling as they slurp up all of your squirt that drips down your asscrack and pussy. They clean you up until you’re twitching and sensitive, whimpering at the feeling of physical contact against your clit.

Finally, they stop and let you breathe. You are sweaty, tired, and drained. And yet so, so satisfied. You’ve never cum so hard before. You tiredly turn your head up to the two men standing behind you, noticing them licking your juices off of their lips and fingers as if they can’t get enough of you. Katsuki then turns to you, his hand wrapped around his thick cock dripping pre for you. "You're not done yet, little slut," he huskily says. "Open your mouth for us. Wide.”

Kiri stands beside him, also lazily fisting his cock with its angry-red tip dripping pre-cum for you. You don’t move from the couch and they don’t force you to. You’re too weak from your intense orgasm to do much except shift onto your knees on the couch and open your mouth as Katsuki demands. Kiri goes first, first tapping his head lightly on your tongue before sliding balls deep into your mouth. You try to accommodate to his size by stretching your jaw and breathing through your nose, but it’s hard at first. He’s just so big and thick!

The redhead is less than quiet or subtle about how good your mouth feels as he begins to slowly fuck your throat. Lewd gagging and squelching noises escape your mouth as he does so, drool beginning to drip from your mouth. As he does, Katsuki fucks one of your hands, tiny grunts and groans leaving his lips as he watches you swallow Kiri’s cock. “That’s it, little kitty,” Kiri groans. “Open that throat for us. You’re such a good girl takin’ two big cocks at once.”

A hand falls onto your scalp, stroking your hair.

Then it’s Katsuki’s turn. He isn’t as nice or slow as Kiri. He is rough; hard; downright feral. He fucks your face like it’s his own personal fuck toy, making you gag and choke all over his dick. You do so to the best of your ability, your makeup running and cat ears askew. You stare up at him as he does as he pleases, getting an eyeful of his pelvis and toned stomach. “Don’t use no teeth either, slut,” he grunts. “If you do, you can make sure you’ll be punished for it.”

Kiri chuckles as he fucks your free hand, holding onto your neck to give you support as Katsuki fucks your throat. “Have confidence in her, Kats. She’s been doin’ such a good job so far, fuuuuck…” His words turn into a moan and his eyes roll back as he continues to thrust into your hand like it’s your pussy.

And they switch. And switch again. And again. They use your throat and hands like you’re nothing more than a cock sleeve to them. They’re own little toy. They fondle your breasts and lean down to smack your ass. They touch, squeeze, and stroke every part of you as they fuck your throat until it’s raw and your eyes are watery. Mascara drips down your face and your lipstick smudges until it is practically gone, instead all over Katsuki and Kiri’s cocks.

Just as you feel like you can’t take much more, you feel a hand come behind your neck to grip your hair, pulling your head back to look into two golden irises. “You like this, don’t you?” Katsuki growls. “You like being used by us?” You slowly nod, still choking on cock. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, kitty cat. And stop suckin’ ‘cause I don’t want to cum down your throat.”

He slides out of your mouth with a groan, his cock now sobbing wet with your spit. “Mmm, same here,” Kiri moans, sliding his dick out of your fist. “Her throat feels so damn good, but I wanna feel how tight her other hole is.”

You gape at them, shook. They don’t seriously believe…but they can’t! You’re still too sensitive! And they’re just too big! You could barely fit them in your mouth! “W-Wait,” you stutter. “I don’t think–“

“Don’t be scared, cutie,” Kiri shushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. “We’ll prep you real good before we fuck you into the couch and you take our knots. Gotta make sure you’re soaked for us.”

And they do. You have to hand it to them: they know how to treat a pussy. They once again spread your legs wide and eat your pussy until you cum again all over them, their tongues slurping up everything you give them. They take turns, Kiri holding your legs open by your ankles while Katsuki tongue fucks you, and vice versa. When your pussy is finally nice and slick, and twitching for your second orgasm, the moment of truth has finally come.

Kiri goes first. He sits back on the couch, legs spread, and cock at attention for you. “Alright, baby girl,” he coos. He pats his lap, giving you a sexy, fanged smirk. “Come and sit right here. I’ll hold you up.” Though you’re nervous, you do as he says and position yourself above him. You place your hands securely on his shoulders and hover above his cock, biting your lip.

Slowly, you begin to come down, Kiri’s hands on your hips to give you all the support you need. “That’s it,” he encourages, his body trembling with need. “Come down slowly on this dick. No need to rush.” Behind you, Katsuki growls impatiently, wet sounds filling your ears from him stroking his cock for you. “Ignore him,” Kiri whispers. “He’ll just have to wait.”

You listen to him, not wanting to rush and hurt yourself. You take things as slowly as you can and breathe as you come down onto Kiri’s knotted cock. You both react immediately, him to the pleasure and you to the stretch. And fuck, is it a stretch! Kiri sounds the inches you take, face red and eyes clouded from the pleasure. “One,” he softly grunts. “Two…t-three…four…”

He grips your hips tight as you slowly come down, your body shaking and gasps leaving your lips. “Almost there, cutie,” he coos. “Don't give up now. You’re being such a good slut for me and Katsuki.” He reaches down and rubs your clit for you, helping you become wetter to take his cock all the way. Though it helps, he still feels too big; too thick; too much. You’ve never felt so full. “F-Fuck!” you whine. “Too much! It’s too…much!”

Even when you finally sit down onto his cock, it still feels like it’s too much. Before you realize it, you’ve taken the full twelve inches of his dick. “I told you you could do it,” he breathlessly chuckles. His hand comes down onto your asscheek, smacking it. “Now fuck this cock for me. Give Katsuki something to look at.”

You start off slow, grinding your hips into him and rocking your clit against his pelvis. Then you begin to bounce once you’ve found your rhythm, causing your titties to bounce in his face and your ass to jiggle against his lap. The only coherent words that leave your lips are swears and of Kiri’s name as you bounce on his cock. You’ve never felt anything like this before. This feeling only becomes more intense when Kiri lifts you up by your ass and lifts his pelvis to fuck you from underneath you.

His thrusts are slow but deliberate and intense, nailing your G-spot again and again. You wrap your arms around him tight and moan into his ear, unable to hold onto your sanity anymore. You then feel Katsuki push and grind his cock up against your ass for some relief, slowly becoming crazy with the thought of feeling you wrapped around him too. “C’mon, shitty hair,” he groans impatiently. “Fuck her faster. I’m tired of waiting to fill that hole too.”

Kiri chuckles at his partner as he continues to fuck you jackhammer style. “Patience–fuck–, man,” he huffs. “She’s really–fuck, baby–loving this. Aren’t you, kitty?” He turns to you and presses an openmouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue swirling with yours. When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects to your bottom lips, making you even wetter.

Eventually, he does begin to fuck you harder, holding your wrists together behind your back with one hand while his other palms at your ass. Wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out of your sobbing, wet pussy fill the air along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans, huffs, and whines of pleasure. Before you can even realize it, your third orgasm of the night is arriving like a train in the night, headed all full speed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you scream. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”

“Do it then,” Kiri grunts, still pounding into you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to do so. “Do it and take all of my cum, kitty cat. Deep, deep, inside you…” And then he finally does so, spraying your insides with his cum while you cream all over his cock, dripping down his balls. He cums with a mixture of growls and moans while you let out a loud, high whine that rips from your chest. He holds you down onto him, making you take his knot and all of his cum until he is finally drained of every ounce of it. “So much,” he sighs. “And you took all of it. Such a good girl.”

He presses a kiss to your lips before lifting you off of him. His knotted cock is shining with your juices while your pussy leaks with his cum, so much so that it drips down your thighs. You are exhausted and winded, your body heaving and twitching from the roughness of his fucking.

“My turn,” Katsuki grunts, already grabbing you and positioning you into all fours. You squeak, looking back at him in a panic. He rolls his eyes at you. “Relax, I’ll go slow first. I’m a werewolf, not a barbarian.”

Before you can say anything more, he is sliding balls deep into your sensitive, sore, cum-filled pussy with all of the intention of making it even more sore and filling you up again. He begins to fuck you then, one hand dripping your breast while the other rests on your hip. Your mouth falls open as his pelvis bounces against your ass, his balls swinging against your clit. “Oh, my God,” you whine tearfully. “P-Please…t-too much! I’m s-so…so…”

“Sensitive?” Katsuki cackles, licking his lips at how cute you are. Such an adorable, plump little slut getting fucked silly on his cock. “I know. That will make this even better. I can’t wait to make this pussy cum again.” He then goes a little faster, building up speed and enjoying the way your plump ass bounces and jiggles against his pelvis. “Can’t wait to feel you cream all over this knot, just the way a slut like you should.”

And then he goes even faster. Harder. The man is practically railing you as he fucks you into the couch in front of Kiri. You lose the last bit of self control and sanity you have at this point, succumbing to the life of a cum slut for the werewolves. You’ve never been fucked so hard in your life. “Oh, my God!” you scream. “Oh, my God!” And at some point, you think you really see him.

Kiri stands on his knees in front of you now, his semi-hard knot in your face. “You’re so loud, baby,” he chuckles. “Guess we need to plug up this hole too.” As your wobbly lips open, he plunges his cock into your mouth and begins to slide it against your tongue. “That’s it, take these cocks, kitty cat,” he grunts in time with Katsuki’s thrusts. “You’re doing such a good job being our little cum sleeve. Our little cockslut.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Katsuki growls, gripping your hips so hard that he may leave bruises along your skin. “If you’re gonna say shit like that then you’d better such that mouth for something else too.” Kiri smirks over at the blonde, lust in his eyes. “Well, since you’re suggesting…”

Their moans silence for a moment, muffled by their wet-sounding, passionate kissing as they fuck your holes from both sides. This only makes you wetter and brings you closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. You know that after this, you can’t do another round. Tears of desperation prick your eyes as you begin to bounce yourself back onto Katsuki’s cock, needing to cum. “I’m gonna cum!” you whine around Kiri’s cock. “I’m gonna cum again! Please, please make me cum!”

“Then admit it,” Katsuki growls.

You look back at him and blink wildly, confused. “What?”

“Admit that you love being yours. That you love being a cum slut for us.” His hand comes around your throat to squeeze, his eyes flashing. “Say it!” he demands, his voice coming out in a low growl.

“I love it!” you desperately shout. “I love being a cum slut for you! Please, please, please make me cum and fill me up! I need you, daddies!”

Katsuki and Kiri each share a look. A look that is possessive and wanton. A look that says, “Yeah…she’s definitely ours now.” “Those were the magic words, kitty cat,” Kiri coos, lifting your chin to peck your lips. “Now cum for us.”

Katsuki begins to pound your pussy into the couch, ramming you so hard that your orgasm slams into you before your brain can process it. “Gonna cum, little kitty,” he growls. “Gonna fill you up! Fucking take it!” And you do. You have no choice. His orgasm is explosive and he cums with a growl-like roar, his cum filling you up as you cream all over his knot. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and a sob leaves your lips, all energy pulled from your body instantly.

“Goood giiiirl,” Kiri coos, stroking your hair. “You took another load of cum just like that! Such a good fucking kitty!” He is so proud of you watching you shiver and shake all over Katsuki’s cock. Katsuki slowly pulls out, giving them both a look at the mixture of his and Kiri’s cum dripping out of your twitching pussy lips that they have fucked red. “Look at all of that,” Katsuki huffs, rolling his eyes. “Now we’ll have to clean the couch off.”

Once he pulls out, you feel empty. And so, so tired. You can’t stop yourself from falling face first into the couch between them, feeling like you just ran a marathon around the world.

“We’ll do that later,” Kiri sternly replies. His voice sounds muffled like he’s speaking underwater. “First we have to worry about our little kitty here.” You feel his breath fan your face and his hand gently caressing your cheek. “Y/N?” he whispers. “Can you hear us, baby?”

You don’t know. You don’t know anything anymore. They fucked all logic out of you. All you want now is sleep. You want your bed. “Home,” you mumble. “Sleepy…Wanna…go home…” Kiri shushes you gently, stroking your hair away from your sweaty brow. “We’ll take you home, sugar,” he hushes you. “But let’s get you cleaned up first.”

You then feel Katsuki scooping you up off of the couch, cradling you against his broad, toned chest. Some time later, you then feel warm water surrounding you from above and the wolves pressed against you as they wash your body. The scent of warm vanilla fills your nose and your fingers touch muscles as you lean against the wolves’ big bodies.

Next, you feel Kiri’s arms around you this time as he carries you out of the shower and then soft bedsheets. You open your eyes slightly, barely slits, to see the men standing at the foot of the bed. Then suddenly, they change. Now they are full on furry, four-legged wolves, glowing eyes blinking at you in the dark bedroom. You don’t react at first, but when they start to surround the bed, you begin to whimper in fear.

Kiri shushes you as he climbs into the bed next to you, gently licking your hand. His tongue is rough and long. He then lays on his side beside you, his furry tale curling around your foot while Katsuki takes a seat at your feet, laying on his stomach and staring at you. Kiri presses his nose to your ear, his hot breath fanning in your face as sleep comes closer and closer to eating away at the darkness behind your lids. “Rest, baby,” he whispers. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N!”

You startle awake at the sound of your name being yelled. You have no idea where you are at first as you look around the room. Though it looks familiar, you can’t place it. Your mind is too muddled to do so.

What you realize first is that you’re in your bed. You can tell by how soft the duvet is. When your eyes finally register, you look around the bedroom and realize that you’re in your room. Your apartment. But…how? You look down at yourself, finding yourself in your costume from last night, your shoes off. “What the fuck?” you whisper. How did you get here? When did you get here?

Several loud knocks come from outside your door, making your heart leap. “Y/N, open the door!” Mina yells like a madwoman from outside. You scramble to get out of bed, hissing slightly at the soreness of your muscles. “H-Hang on,” you call out. “I’m coming!”

You hurry to your front door without first checking out your appearance, examining the living room as you do. Nothing is out of place. The windows aren’t open nor shattered like someone broke in. It is as you left it last night before heading to Denki’s party.

Ignoring the roiling in your gut, yu fling open the door to find Mina looking very worried. “God, there you are!” she gasps. She throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around you. “I’ve been calling you since last night! You never got in your Uber last night, so I called the front desk to your apartment and the clerk said he never saw you come in!”

You blink dumbly at her, letting the information process in your foggy mind. So you never came home last night. So last night did happen! ‘Did it?’ you find yourself thinking. Even now, you can’t quite remember. “How did you…get here?” you ask Mina, your brain still sluggish and confused.

Mina stares at you, dumbfounded. “What?” she scoffs. “I drove here. I spent the night at Denki’s and sobered up after he convinced me to stay and wait for you to call. We were all freaking out, looking for you! Where the hell have you been?”

“I…” You want to tell her you don’t know. You also want to tell her that you think you saw something last night. Or rather, somethings. Creatures. But you just can’t get to that part. You remember getting lost in the woods and getting caught in the rain, but…then what? What happened after that? Did you ever find the road? Did you walk home? No, impossible. You would’ve never done that.

You know something happened, but you can’t remember what. It’s like an inch you can’t scratch. A puzzle piece you can’t find the space for. When you close your eyes, you see flashes of fangs and glowing eyes, startling you.

You decide to keep it to yourself and hug Mina. “I guess I just crashed last night,” you nimbly reply. “I’m so sorry, Mina. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Mina hugs you back tightly, giving you a sense of reality. “Just as long as you’re safe,” she sighs.

You close your eyes again and see two smiles with glinting, sharpened teeth. “Yeah,” you say, not truly believing it. “I’m safe now.”

THE END.

#bnha smut #smutty smut #black fanfic writer #my works #my fic shit #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x black!reader #katsuki bakugou x black!reader #werewolves #poly smut #happy halloweeeeeeen #my one shots #black reader #plus sized reader #tw monsterfucking #monster kink

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veliseraptor · 7 months

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @anghraine - thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

under my main pseudonym that I actually use these days, 610. total, across pseuds, we're looking at 1,013.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

4,930,564, which is so close to 5 million!!! we'll see if I hit that threshold this year, I might if all goes well with big bang fic

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I thought I could do this from memory and I was so close, only missed two.

Life in Reverse (13,990)

With Absolute Splendor (10,436)

some good mistakes (6,551)

The Villain Wrangler (4,445)

half a league onward (4,437)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do not, because I don't know what to say, get overwhelmed, fall behind, get more overwhelmed, and ultimately end up with a backlog I don't feel capable of dealing with so I just don't. I feel bad about this periodically (often) but I don't do anything with that feeling. Just kinda feel bad.

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I've written a lot of fics with angsty endings but I might have to give this one to Mercy, because that was a very mean fic on the whole. arguably even meaner than my other murder/suicide fic.

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I have a hard time with this question because I feel like most times my happy endings are at least touched with some kind of bitterness or loss or at least underlying open door that could be a problem down the line, or, like, lingering trauma.

but on the other hand I'm sure I have written generally happy endings in my backlog of fics, there's just a lot of fic in there so it's hard for me to pull them out, because they're probably also the ones that I find less memorable.

in some ways I think With Absolute Splendor might get this one, because it feels like it has ones of the strongest sense of earned catharsis, even if everything isn't all the way fixed. there's probably happier endings in terms of world state, but that's one where the ending feels happier because it doesn't start that way. but how this grace thing works is also one of the fics where I feel like it's on the whole softer/tenderer than my usual work.

7. Do you write crossovers?

not really! I wrote a few once upon a time, and a couple pastiches (one fandom in the style of another fandom), but those are years behind me and I'm not generally a crossover person as a rule.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

oh yes. most of it more entertaining than truly upsetting, but there are a few exceptions. my favorite remains the person who was really bothered by the fact that my Black Jewels Trilogy fic wasn't High School Musical fic. still no idea what was going on there.

9. Do you write smut?

sure do. I haven't been writing as much these days (but then, I haven't been writing as much these days, full stop) and I've never been all that much of a pwp writer but it's still very much a part of my writing.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

once, some time ago - I think it was Life in Reverse got posted on Wattpad. oh, though there was also another MCU fic that got reposted on AO3, but the person deleted it pretty quickly when I commented to inform them I didn't appreciate their doing so.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! into a few languages and it's always super cool and flattering to me.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have the one in progress but never anything I've finished/posted. I've done a lot of RP over the years but I always kept it pretty squarely separate from my fic writing.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I've had a lot of all-time favorite ships, and there are plenty for fandoms I'm no longer really in that stick around in my head for longer than I'm really participating in the fandom (Celegorm/Aredhel is notable for this), but I think I will say that Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen occupies a very particular kind of sort of insane place in my brain that feels relatively unique. so I'll give this one to them.

14. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

oh lord, so many of them. mostly various MCU wips I'll probably never finish but where I'm like "this was a good idea and I like what I have of it so far, too bad the MCU killed my caring about the MCU." outside of those...I'm so loathe to accept that things will or might remain unfinished, so I'll go with one of those and say the "Hela is around when Thor and Loki are growing up" one, which would've been so good and I still sometimes toy with the idea of returning to, only, you know. aforementioned "caring about the original canon" issue making it hard to actually do the writing thing.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I've been slowly filling out this meme for a while and I left this question conspicuously blank almost to the last. I think my strongest area is probably dialogue, though I worry that I'm giving myself too much credit there. I think I'm pretty good at writing it, though. it certainly is one of the pieces of writing that comes most easily to me.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

description and action, for sure. I tend to skimp on description in a way that probably weakens much of my writing (I have so much respect for writers with good descriptive language), and I loathe writing action scenes the way that I loathe writing few things - it always feels like wrestling a bear. I usually know what I want to have happen as a result but getting there is just. very hard.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

something you gotta be very careful with. I was going to say I almost never do it, but the one exception to that is Lymond Chronicles where I do it a lot, but that's because it's a fairly important part of the style of canon and I'm just. following that lead. otherwise, I tend to shy away from it personally, partly because I write from pretty deep in a character's head and if they don't understand what's being said in another language then that's what I want to convey in the story, rather than giving the reader privileged access to what's being said that the character doesn't have.

does that sound really pretentious? probably.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

technically I wrote a cracky Harry Potter fic first, but I consider my first actual fandom to be Wheel of Time.

19. What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

either bingjiu or beefleaf are two pairings that I love and have a lot of strong feelings about but haven't actually managed to write anything for, and both are on my list as like...just #waiting for the right idea.

also hua cheng/mu qing, which is a tiny pairing of my heart that Needs Me (or whatever) and I know the kind of fic I want to write for it but actually executing it is, as usual, proving harder.

20. What's your favorite fic you've written?

it fluctuates wildly depending on mood, but I'll give this one for now to the backyard is full of bones - it was the first project I bound into a book, which I feel like says something for it.

tagging @gloriousmonsters, @curiosity-killed, @mikkeneko, @brawlite, and @feralkwe; not actually sure how many people I'm "supposed" to tag on this one so if you want to do it consider yourself tagged as well.

#lise memes #confessions of a frustrated writer #memeing instead of dealing with my bad feelings

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polarveil · 14 days

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⋆ co-star!Dohwa Baek x GN actor!reader

⋆ warnings: mentions of indecent activities (doing the deed), smoking, kissing, y'all get interrupted aw, also a bit rushed :') i don't know shit about acting and stuff, english isn't my 1st language, forgive me ! also this is timeskip dohwa where he's an idol + actor.

⋆ wc: 672

You were partnered up with Baek Dohwa, the most popular K-Pop idol ever since he debuted. But he shined more in movies, acting was basically his expertise. In the movie, you were his secretary while he was the CEO.

It was a cliché plot for a movie but no one really cared if it was Dohwa playing the male lead. You both were halfway in the making of the movie, Dohwa’s character smoking after they did the.. deed.

That scene was difficult for you to do, since you have never filmed something like that in your 3 years of acting. But you couldn't really complain, Dohwa's hands on your body and his lips on yours felt too real to be considered ‘acting’. Well, at least it did for you, you didn't know how Dohwa felt for you.

You were hanging out in the balcony, still in your lingerie and robe for the sexy scene. The cold air felt nice on your heated skin, you could still feel his hands on your body and his lips kissing your neck. You groaned, feeling your face heat up as you remembered it once again.

You turned around, seeing Dohwa inside, smoking the cigarette he was given. It wasn't a real cigarette, it was one of those ones filled with flowers so it was healthy for the actors to inhale. You slid open the glass door, entering the room. The production team all left, both of you alone together. You assumed they bought food and probably ate at the place instead of the hotel the scene was stationed at, because it was a bit small for how many people there were earlier.

“Hey,” You greeted Dohwa, smoke escaping his lips as he stared up at you.

“Hm? Are you okay?” He asked, patting the seat next to him on the couch. You were extremely flustered before, during, and after the scene was filmed.

You chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, sorry about how I reacted earlier. I have never filmed those type of scenes.” He chuckled as well, taking a puff of the cigarette. “It's all good. I also didn't know how to react, I just went with the flow.” He shrugged.

There was a comfortable silence after, with you beside Dohwa as he continued to smoke the cigarette. You looked at him, “Why are you smoking?” He shrugged, exhaling a puff. “I just want to get used to the feeling of it, it's quite foreign to me.” His voice was low, making you feel dizzy and heated again.

You chuckled. “Can I try?” You asked curiously. You started to reach for the box where it contained the cigarettes when he stopped you, a hand wrapping around your wrist.

You looked up in confusion, seeing him stare at you with the cigarette in between his lips. “You don't need a new one. Try this,” He inhaled a puff from the cigarette.

You were expecting him to hand it to you after he pulled it away from his mouth, but he suddenly pulled you closer by gently pulling on your wrist. His arm wrapped around your waist while his other cupped your cheek and he leaned in, connecting his lips with yours.

You could feel him exhaling the puff in your mouth as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, a silent way of saying to open your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered close, letting him kiss—or blow the smoke in your mouth.

After a few seconds, he pulled away. A small smirk showed up on his lips. “How was it?” He asked lowly. You were about to answer when the door opened. You both pulled away from each other while the production team entered the room one by one.

“You both should eat before we resume filming.” The director said, handing you both a brown bag which was probably filled with food. You nodded and walked away, your body extremely heated.

You turned to look back at Dohwa and found him already watching you, a small smile on his lips.

#baek dohwa x reader #operation true love #go eunhyeok x reader #pure love operation #operation true love x reader #pure love operation x reader #dohwa baek x reader #baek dohwa #manhwa #webtoon #webcomic #dohwa baek x you #baek dohwa x you #operation true love x you

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Insecurities - Karim Adeyemi

Pairing: Karim Adeyemi x female reader

Warnings: talk of insecurities in academic knowledge, little bit of angst, a curse word here or there

Word count: 1077

Note: This just came to mind and I thought it was a good idea. If I have missed anything in the warnings please let me know. Again, English is not my first language, I don't know Karim in real life so this is pure fiction and part of my imagination. Please do not copy or repost my work, reblogging is fine though!

Karim was never interested in school. When he talked about school, he told everyone how he didn’t do anything and the ways of telling his parents about school. How he was honest with his dad and said he failed his test because of football, whilst lying to his mum and saying that the questions were too difficult. So imagine everyone’s surprise when Karim started dating a teacher. One who had a huge passion for teaching and helping her students grow.

Karim was used to busy days of training, traveling and games. It’s safe to say he never thought he would find a girlfriend that is busier than he is. It isn’t just teaching, it’s endless meetings with both co-workers and parents, paperwork and grading, preparing lessons and following courses to stay up-to-date with the changes in education. It almost makes Karim feel bad about the way he was in school. How he just didn’t put in any effort, when there are teachers like his girlfriend who give their all.

There are three big problems when it comes to dating her though. One, she would spend endless nights getting everything ready. Two, the teasing from his friends and family. And last but not least, how she absolutely crushes him when it comes to game night. He’s about ready to ban 30 Seconds from game night. She’s like a walking encyclopedia. When she’s on his team, he’s over the moon. But unfortunately for him, she isn’t this time. They invited some of his teammates and their spouses over for a game night.

They all decided to draw names from a hat to figure out the partners for 30 seconds. Karim and Jude end up as a pairing, which isn’t bad, but according to Karim it isn’t great either. She teams up with Nico, which is everyone’s worst nightmare. Both of them know quite a lot, but together they are a well oiled machine. They fly through the cards, scoring 5 points on almost every turn. Karim is starting to think they’re cheating and their laughs and happy high fives/shoulder bumps are getting on his nerves. And everyones teasing just doesn’t end when he and Jude barely get any points.

“I thought you’d be better at this Karim. You’re dating a teacher. Everyone would think you’d pick up some facts from that alone.” “Wow man, you really should’ve done better in school.” “Guess those jokes about failing tests are backfiring now.”

The last comment is the last drop. Karim stands up abruptly and stalks towards the kitchen. It shocks everyone to see him walk out of the room like that, he can usually take the jokes. What they don’t know is that dating her makes Karim insecure. He knows he doesn’t know as much as she does and with everyone pointing it out. It makes him think he’s not good enough and that she should be with someone smarter, someone like Nico who did pay attention in school. For fucks sake, Nico even knows how to sew clothes.

In the living room, she gets up to go after Karim. She’s also a little confused, Karim is always calm and collected, even when he’s angry. She walks into the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, his back facing her. She slowly walks his way and softly wraps her arms around his waist. His tense form immediately relaxes a little. They just stay like that for a minute before he turns around in her arms and he wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Her arms tighten around his waist as well, her face resting in the crook of Karim’s neck.

“You okay baby?”

She softly murmurs against the skin of his neck. It makes a shiver run through his body. He just nods and holds her that little bit closer. He almost panics when she starts to pull away, only to calm down again when she holds his cheeks and puts her forehead against his.

“Are you sure? It’s like you snapped out of nowhere.”

“I’m fine, I just… Are you sure you should be dating me?”

His question shocks her so much that her hands leave his face. Her mouth drops open, forehead losing contact with his, as she stares at him incredulously.

“What are you on about? How does that question even cross your mind? I’m crazy about you, what makes you think I shouldn’t be dating you. You’ve stolen every single piece of my heart.”

“I just think you might be better off with someone that’s smarter than me. Someone who actually paid attention in school. Someone that can match you in these games, someone like Nico.”

Her eyes rake over his face, studying his eyes and the emotions swimming in them. She’s not sure if he means what he’s saying. As far as she knows, she’s never doubted their relationship because she’s a teacher and he hated school. She loves that they are different like that. And she thought he felt the same way.

“I would never be better off with Nico. Nico is your best friend and my friend. You have never doubted your friendship with him even though you differ in academics. And there is no reason to doubt our relationship for it. My work is just that, work. You Karim are everything to me. You are my private life, where I am the happiest I’ve ever been. Yes, I love my job and the kids. But I’ll never love it and them more than you. I don’t care if you know the full encyclopedia or if you know nothing at all. I love you for you and I would never even think of replacing you in my life.”

This time it’s Karim that studies her. He can tell that she’s telling the absolute truth, not a single trace of a lie. She’s clearly determined to convince him of her love for him and he’s never been more grateful to have her.

“I love you.”

It’s the only thing he responds with, but it’s enough. She understands every underlying thought. She leans her forehead back against his, happy to just be as close to him as possible for the moment. They stay like that for another minute before she pulls away and grabs his hand. They walk back into the living room, no one commenting on it. The night continues as though nothing happened and all is well again.

#karim adeyemi x reader #karim adeyemi x female reader #karim adeyemi imagine #karim adeyemi one shot #karim adeyemi fanfic #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot

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xieyaohuan · 7 months

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Writer Tag

Thank you for tagging me @blindmagdalena and @saintmathieublanc! ❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

43, but many of them are one shots and one of them is a translation.

What's your total AO3 word count?

203,854.

Ca. 120,000 of those words were banged out in just a few months during a single manic episode in 2017.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ravishing a God (which is still incomprehensible to me as tickle fics normally never get many kudos lol)

I've got you pegged (rushed fic and cringy title)

All a king should be (a collection of 47 drabbles of 100 word -- I want to do a drabble challenge like this again for Homewell or Butchlander)

All God's children took their toll (it's not been abandoned)

Under the Twisted Weirwood Tree (my only crossover fic; I really want to finish this one even though it's no longer my fandom)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do unless it's hate (and sometimes even then)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

This is a tough one because most of my A Song of Ice and Fire fic is angst lol. Probably Heart of Darkness? Maybe Joanna (despite the relatively 'happy' ending)? But it's a pretty stiff competition.

What’s the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I would say Spinster, which is still pretty angsty.

Do you write crossovers?

I've written only one, Under the Twisted Weirwood Tree, which sets A Song of Ice and Fire characters in a semi-modern AU based on The Purge. I really enjoyed the worldbuilding for this one!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. I gave the wrong name to a character, which REALLY upset at least one person. I think I responded to them in good faith the first time, and then the second time told them to kindly fuck off.

I also used to post my fic on ff.net, where people seem to consider yelling at the author a legitimate type of feedback, and I definitely got a lot of that, but I don't consider that hate since it's just how people on ff.net interact.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, in all kinds of directions, but I don't think it's my forte lol.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think I might have had stuff reposted to websites I didn't know without credit, but it might have just been one of those mirror sites that didn't include all details??

Not to be cavalier about plagiarism, but my internal reports at work get stolen all the time, so with fic, I honestly don't care, since, unlike at work, I'm not actually losing any money. I think if someone took my fic, passed it off as their own, and then got famous with it, I might feel different about that, but that's never happened to me.

I plagiarized @deliciouskeys' title once (for The Dollhouse), but not intentionally because I'd been working on that fic for a while and didn't realize until after publishing the first chapter that my title had been taken.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I co-wrote a fic with a fandom friend over 20 years ago, but we ended up never publishing it. Haven't co-written any fic since then, and I don't think I'd enjoy it.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't think I have one since that would require me to maintain an obsession over decades, which is not how my brain works.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

A bunch of fic I wrote for ASoIaF like Lions of the Realm and Fatherly Love. I won't to finish all my fic because I hate not to, but with these two, I'm pretty certain I never will. Probably a few others in that same category out there.

What are your writing strengths?

This doesn't really show in my current fandom, but I think I have some pretty unique ideas. I'm also willing to experiment and play around with concepts, which I generally consider a strength on the whole.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I lean towards GRRM's ways of telling a story, but without the skill of being able to pull it off (and to be fair, he's failing, too).

Also, I will say that writing in a language other than your native language will limit you in some pretty fundamental ways that can't be overcome, and that can be frustrating.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

The most I do is insert individual words and phrases, and I only do that for languages I actually speak.

I did write one fic in which several of my characters spoke with pretty heavy dialect, and if I were to rewrite that fic now, I would really tone that down.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Published: Lord of the Rings

Unpublished and without realizing what I was doing: Asterix and Cleopatra, probably

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I haven't written published any real Maevlander or real Starlander, and I definitely want to change that.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Hard to say, but I really like Moonlight on her Face. I'm also rather attached to Ravishing a God, but I don't count that because for something to be a true favorite, it has to outlive my obsession.

I'm late to the party on this one and have lost track of who has already been tagged, so I'm not tagging anyone, but consider yourself tagged if you want to do this!

#tagging game #writer tag #fic #writing #about me

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uncloseted · 7 months

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i don’t think i agree with what you said. mcdonalds has donated over 100,00 meals to the military and security forces in israel and specifically go out of their way to make sure no one thinks they help palestinians which for me is enough to feel disgusted even by the idea of spending any money there. obviously people boycotting mcdonalds isn't going to convince them to close their franchise locations in israel, but that isn’t really the point. even though the boycott has actually put a dent in mcdonalds sales, just like the act of reposting videos might not directly help anyone, it definitely sends out a message of solidarity. personally i feel like it is the LEAST you could do to support palestine. this isn’t directed at you specifically but i just don’t and can’t understand how people’s happy meal is more important to them than the 30,000 dead palestinians? are all of your hearts cold?

Like I said in my last post, you’re free to boycott McDonalds if you see fit. I get why people want to. But I think for people who are engaging in the boycott, we need to be realistic about why the boycott is happening and what that boycott is actually accomplishing.

Starting with why the boycott is happening, I'm not sure I agree with your assessment of what McDonald's actually did. I don't think McDonalds corporate made a strategic decision to "go out of their way to make sure no one thinks they help Palestinians". Corporate has no real incentive to do that, especially since there are a ton of McDonalds throughout the Middle East. But even if they did, McDonalds operates on a franchise system, which means that the decisions that are being made in any given location aren't coming from McDonalds' corporate offices. They're coming from the owner of the local franchise. In this case of Israeli McDonalds, that's Omri Padan, an Israeli man from Jerusalem who owns the franchises. He (not McDonalds corporate) pledged a daily donation of 4,000 meals to not just to security forces, but also to healthcare workers and residents of the affected region. We don't really know what the ratio of meals given to security forces vs healthcare workers and civilians is, and we don't know what percentage of the "security forces" were IDF, as opposed to other branches of like police or emergency services.

Somewhat interestingly, Padan is also the co-founder of Peace Now, an Israeli advocate group whose main goal is a two-state solution for the Israeli/Palestinian conflict. Obviously I don't know how effective Peace Now is as an organization, where Padan's personal politics lie, or how they've changed since he founded Peace Now. It's possible that he's been radicalized since October and is now doing what he can to support Israeli action in Palestine. But from what I can gather, I'm not personally convinced that Padan is trying to support the genocide of the Palestinian people.

Because of the franchise model, if you're boycotting a franchise anywhere in the the rest of the world, you're kind of just boycotting some guy in your city who owns a McDonalds and the minimum wage employees who work there. They probably aren't taking a stance on the Israeli/Palestinian conflict at all, much less actively supporting the IDF.

Anyway, none of that is even the real point I want to make. The point I want to make is that a better show of solidarity is taking action. Action should be our bare minimum to send a message of solidarity to the Palestinian people. I could be wrong, and let me know if I am, but I don't think the Palestinians are sitting around being like, "wow! So many Westeners have volunteered to give up their Happy Meals in support of us. What a beautiful show of solidarity." Frankly, I'm not sure that they even know that a boycott of McDonalds is happening, and if they do, I don't think they care. I do think a lot of Westerners are sitting around being like, "I am such a good ally because I didn't go to McDonalds today, a thing I already wasn't going to do. That's my activism done for the day." In my opinion, the majority of boycotts like this are so people can virtue signal to their friends and social media followers about how pure and moral they are. It's not about making any actual progress or even about letting the Palestinian people know that they have support.

Boycott McDonalds or don't. I don't really care either way, and I do get why people feel the need to boycott. I probably won't go to a McDonalds between now and when the war ends. But I think we should be really clear about our intentions and goals when engaging in activism and make sure that we're prioritizing actual, actionable tasks that will have an actual impact on the lives of the Palestinian people. Take the money you were going to spend on McDonalds and donate it to a reputable organization working in Palestine if you really want to boycott. Just make sure that you're taking action.

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Spotify's open and is playing some 70s-80s sap, overlaying my current bittersweet symphony of feelings that I thought would be kinder to me when I went to the co-working space for: a) at least one onsite bonding with the colleagues, b) to sell some stickers lol, and c) to send David off since it's his last official day with my company. I was already crying at 4PM while I was sketching some logo studies for our upcoming event's area design, and I was crying, right, then my boss comes up and talks to me about her 2019 Japan photos she happened to repost on Instagram, how a number of them were homages to The Garden of Words' beautiful framing and cinematography, how it was snowing in Spring sometime in April when it should've been cherry blossom season. Anyway, she leaves as soon as I stood up to throw out the sauce for my food.

I continued to cry-bawl-sniffle when I talked to David intimately about why he's leaving, actually, why so abrupt, how was I supposed to know he'd been feeling so desolate about being in esports for 11 years when I've only known him for about a year and some change and I feel like I've known him my whole life in such a short amount of time. He's a big guy but he wanted to cry as he tells me the lowest point wasn't because of the good people in our company, despite the setbacks and challenges, but because he needs to know all of this is worth it. And so the job offer comes to go multinational, and he's immediately validated and needed, and this goal of his, talking about it, came from the heart... but tears were still streaming down my cheeks as I dab a ball of tissue on either side.

Anyway, there's a whole segment of parting words in the smallest room we could be in out of the entire co-working space, I managed to be spoken to last, I got to hold his hand for what feels like solidarity, but I wanted him to feel? like I'm with him. Excited for him.

And then we wrapped up the workday with some soju and lemon soda, which I only managed to get about two small cups of before I started to float in tipsiness. I only got 3 hours of sleep, see. I was also beaten with so much emotion for David that I had to talk in seesaws. Now it's time for me to leave. I give everybody a hug and ended with giving him a really tight one, arms around this big bear, as he reassures me we can still talk. The way I raised my head up at him and away quickly was the only way I can say, yeah, sure. Live your life first then maybe I can consider if I should even come out to you and tell you I've had a crush on you ever since we stepped into the same bookstore after we've carried out an ocular with the team. Ever since you told me some stuff from the rule book during FG tournaments, at our actual event last September. Ever since you told me how much fun you had roleplaying as a way to amass virtual coin sometime ago, which made me laugh as we shared a drink at the tiki bar last Christmas party.

I just feel like I didn't get to properly get to know him, and how it's, I don't know, a little too late to be telling him that now that he wants to pursue his dream of changing the esports scene outside of this place. And he'll never know. He will never know I've liked a David this much the way I did/do with him.

#personal #text post #i've grown so tired of love that i don't know how to parse this #about why i've cried so hard over someone i can identify as a workplace crush and leaving #i'm going to squeeze what's left before i fall asleep

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sidhewrites · 11 months

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20 questions

tagged by the best bird @dreamcrow!

Tagging you !

1.) how many works do you have on ao3?

11 works, 1 series

2.) what's your total ao3 word count?

46,333

3.) what fandoms do you write for?

Trollhunters/TOA occasionally. Mostly I write original stuff off Ao3 so this may not be the most exciting thing lol

4.) what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tales of Arcadia: In Search of Home

A week in the Woods

Glimte

Wait

Parenting 101 BC

everything is TOA except for glimte, which is an original work you can read on Ao3 OR you can pwyw for the final edited version of it over on gumroad :3c

5.) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yeah! i try to at least thank people for commenting if I have nothing else to say

6.) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's not an ENDING per se but Parenting 101 BC has the saddest chapter that's been posted I think?

7.) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think Wait probably? If only because a Week in the Woods is nothing but fluff

8.) do you get hate on fics?

nothing that I've seen so far. If there's any hate my way, it's probably a vagueblog somewhere that I haven't seen.

9.) do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Meh. Like I don't go out of my way to avoid writing it, I just don't often write anything where it feels necessary personally?

10.) do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

not legit crossovers but I love imagining my various OCs in the silliest possible situations. My favorite remains a spider librarian in centaur.world as a spidertaur

11.) have you ever had a fic stolen?

not my fic. I had an ooooold rp group stolen twice, but beyond that I haven't seen anything reposted and claimed. If there's something out there please let me know!

12.) have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! there's a fantastic group of russian folks who liked to read In Search of Home when I was updating it. If i start it up again, it's gonna be for them <3

13.) have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not in recent history nope

14.) what's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly I don't think I have one? I like imagining various blorbos together but nothing stands out to me off the top of my head.

15.) what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I want so badly to finish In search of home, but the motivation....the muse...they are away never to be seen again...

16.) what are your writing strengths?

scene setting and character building. Action and dialogue can sometimes feel stilted, but I'm really good at giving the narration a strong voice and making strong, 3D characters :3

17.) what are your writing weaknesses?

pacing and plot. I get lost in the weeds, or I dont go into the metaphorical grass at all, and it's so hard to find that middle ground. Fortunately for fanfic you don't need to worry about pacing quite as much as you would for more traditionally-written stories with a planned beginning middle and end

18.) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I love it honestly. I threw in some spanish here and there for a bilingual character, and I think it adds some authenticity when you know the language. But if you don't, there's nothing wrong with just writing it in the language you do speak and just indicating that it's in a different language.

19.) first fandom you wrote for?

When I was 9 years old I was introduced to na.ruto and made my first OC. nothing was ever the same.

Although my first FIC fic was a H.arry P.otter fic when I was 11, posted on quizilla. Anyone remember Quizilla? That shit rocked. i loved those interactive fics.

20.) favorite fic you've ever written?

Honestly In Search of Home. It's just fun and silly and feels like a good continuation of my version of the series finale.

#answered meme #dash games #just for fun #tag games

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Fencer is SO obsessed with Lewis! it’s weird but also kind of cute. It’s like he had admired Lewis for years and now can’t believe they are friends 😂 he does sometimes rub me the wrong way, but again my opinion doesn’t matter as long as their friendship is genuine with mutual respect for each other and happiness.

Meanwhile I follow Lewis’ BFF from a young age who he’s mentioned a few times from interviews (Jan) and he hardly posts about Lewis even though he attends races, hangs out with him in London, even produces Merc’s car launches (wonder if he gets the gig to start doing that for Ferrari now 🤔). I guess personalities/friendships are different who knows. Also to be fair Jan is married and can’t be going on all those ‘boys trips’ with bunch of girls Lewis &co go on 😂😂

Hahhaha. I get what you mean. Especially these last couple of days it’s a fine line between adorable or 🤔

I think Miles feels like the momentum is with him (which is right of course if you’re competing in the Olympics) and posts a lot. Before the match you could see him repost A LOT of his meeting with Snoop and the pages that posted about. Now you see him do the same with Lewis visiting. The main focus is Lewis in the reblogs and thanks yous (besides his fam).

But I do have to say I don’t mind it so far (I’m getting more annoyed by another Lewis friend of his atm 🤭). At least Miles does something - and I presume since he is selected for the Olympics - successful. He’s an athlete like Lewis and also busy with gym life, diet etc. So I’m glad he has a friend like that with the (kind of) same mindset. Miles also already has a lot of sponsors who have nothing to do with Lewis (lol @ RB).

So I don’t mind it. I think genuinely he was so very happy to see him there and it was kinda adorable 😊

Yeah I know he has some oldies who post nothing. I also follow one and I rarely see a Lewis post, but he does chill with him 100%. But that’s also good. I like both. A mix is also good for Lewis haha.

#anonymous

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1:34 AM 11/16/2022

ALA just announced they're not going to accept A.I. generated art in their con. (https://twitter.com/AnimeLosAngeles/status/1592638640261242880) Or as Twitter user marikyuunn just suggested we start calling them (https://twitter.com/marikyuunn/status/1592158281812045825): "AI generated images". (Though I don't agree with marikyuunn about Art requiring intention, and anyone can ascribe meaning to anything.) The comments on ALA's Twitter announcement is full of people who don't know why AI art is problematic. They clearly have not been keeping up with the discourse in the art community. They absolutely are not aware of how the "AI art bros" have been harassing and demeaning artists for months now, while stealing their work to feed into their AI datasets. The interesting thing, is that hearing these unaware, uninformed, non-artist perspectives has helped me think about this topic in a new way.

The artist community has a lot of unspoken rules and enshrined philosophies, that the uninitiated wouldn't be aware of.

These commenters are unaware of how the "AI art bros" repeatedly harass artists online with comments about their work being useless, all while their AI wouldn't be able to do what they do, without feeding it all that "useless" hand-drawn artwork, even from those same artists. So now I'm wondering, if AI image generating software wasn't being represented by these harassing and demeaning communities, punching down at independent and sometimes even deceased artists, would artists have been more accepting of A.I. art? If instead of taking business away from small, indie creators, trying to get by, while simultaneously harassing and demeaning the small artists communities, would A.I. image generators instead be seen more as tools to help artists reiterate ideas, before hand-drawing their art? Would A.I. image generators been seen more as tools to use midway through the process, instead of emblematic of these harassers?

Like the taboo of reposting art. When I got on some of my first social media, way back when, I didn't know what reposting was. So when I saw lots of Tumblr blogs full of multiple people's art, I thought that was just what people did on Tumblr. Someone had to tell me about sharing the original post (reblogging, retweeting, etc.), in order for the artist to get traffic to their original post, to help them get the exposure they needed to get jobs, or at least recognition for their efforts.

Another unwritten rule: though artist alley and Etsy are full of fanart for sale, which is technically copyright infringement, communities still allow it and recognize the fanartist as the "original artist" of a hand-made work, even if that art is representing a recognizable pre-existing character. This allowance is likely based on the fact that most fanart is so incredibly transformative and unlike the official art, that people can recognize the effort into making the art, virtually from scratch. Often, the only effort skipped in a fanart is the character design process---Though, even that is frequently so transformed that a character can range from almost-unrecognizable, to simply "not exactly aligned with the official character design sheets followed by the official IP".

In America, we've had so much of our thinking unconsciously co-opted by copyright law ideas: "only the purely original is good", "comparing an artwork to anything that previously existed is an insult", and "transformative work falls under Fair Use". And so I've seen these uninformed commenters, clearly from outside the art community, reacting to ALA's anti-AI image policy announcement, wondering why artists don't count A.I. art as "Fair Use" and therefore acceptable. They wonder why fanartists, out of all people, wouldn't recognize "Fair Use". And artists have to explain to such commentors that A.I. image generators steal their artwork to train the software and fill their datasets. The A.I. software wouldn't be able to do anything without being fed someone else's art.

But I think these commenters still don't understand the egregious offense here, because people have to be taught that making life harder for small indie artists, in ways that big IP-owning corporations can easily absorb, is "punching down". Most people, outside the art community discourse, view small indy artists the same way they do the big IP-owning corporations. "We let this 5 year old's birthday cake with Mickey Mouse on it slide, so why don't artists let A.I. using their art as datasets slide?" (Incidentally, Disney has sued parents who got Disney characters decorated on their children's birthday cakes.) Outsiders really don't understand that small independent artists are not big IP-owning corporations, and you can see them treat small artists with the same mentality as corporations.

Within the art community, we have so many unspoken rules about "punching up at big IP-owning corporations is acceptable", "taking business away from small independent artists barely scraping by, is not acceptable", "stealing art can effect someone's livelihood and is bad", "pay artists with money instead of exposure", etc. I have seen customers demand artwork, that took dozens of hours to make, isn't worth the money amounts asked for, to compensate that time and effort, just so they could barter discounts, for an art piece that the customer lauded and praised as worth asking to be hand-made in the first place. (In this case, the customer thought a hand-knit blanket should cost the same as a machine-knit blanket from a big chain store.)

People outside the art community discourse do not have an awareness of how battered small independent artists are, with the constant disrespect, theft, harassment, and threat of big corporations coming down on them. Big corporations don't just pose the danger of accusing fanartists of not making art transformative enough to count as Fair Use. But rather, very often, lots of independent artists, making their own original art will get their art stolen. Like the small artist who made the Catpuccino art, and had a hell of a time trying to get Forever 21 and other big chain retail shops to stop stealing their art. (Incidentally, Forever 21 steals A LOT of designs from small independent artists.) Or a certain cute shark artist who is CONSTANTLY getting their art stolen by everything from merchandise makers to hotels. Just this past week, I saw another artist who found someone had stolen their art, to use as a pattern on a water bottle, to sell in the thief's print-on-demand shop. Theft happens to small indy artists A LOT. And because they're small indie artists, not only is that sale of their stolen art a profit being taken away, but it is a big blow to their livelihoods. A sale that could have gone to a small artist instead, is much more significant to a small studio scraping to get by. Compounding that, when the big corporations are the thieves, they can tie up small artists into legal procedures that many small artists can't afford. Often, they can't even afford to defend their own original work. There is such a long history of art theft taking advantage of small artists, that "art theft" has become enshrined into the most taboo of taboos in the online art community.

But when outsider non-artists see small artists up in arms over anyone using their art without permission, they don't know the terrible history of "art theft taking advantage of small artists who can't fight back". They just know the vague sense of Fair Use making it acceptable for someone to trace Mickey Mouse onto a birthday cake without anyone at the party calling the parent decorating the cake, a "thief". So they don't understand why AI using other artists' art in their datasets counts as offensive, let alone why it qualifies as stealing. These are people who probably don't even understand why tracing orher people's art is considered "no effort" on the part of the tracer, and would be offensive to sell prints of. These are probably the same people who wouldn't understand the controversy of when some artist alley booths sold prints of sketches of unaltered figurines. I once saw an artist alley booth that took others' art (I think both official art and fanart) to make woodcarvings (laser-cut, if I recall), and they guy totally didn't understand why all the artists found his work offensive and considered him a thief who didn't put "real" effort into his work, more than inputting others' art into this laser-cutting machine. People don't know these things! I didn't know these things, at first! I'm STILL learning! People outside the art community don't understand why artists have a problem with AI text-to-image software, because non-artists don't know the history of what's significant (and offensive) to artists.

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I feel funny writing lines like:

There is such a long history of art theft taking advantage of small artists, that "art theft" has become enshrined into the most taboo of taboos in the online art community. But when outsider non-artists see small artists up in arms over anyone using their art without permission, they don't know the terrible history of "art theft taking advantage of small artists who can't fight back".

when the Ichiruki community angrily came after me last Christmas, for trying to make a good-will statement towards the Ichihime community. They RAKED ME OVER THE COALS for trying to be benign, extend good will, and fight against assumptions that all Ichiruki fans hate "this group" or "that faction" of the fandom. I had SO MUCH EMOTIONAL DISTRESS DURING THAT CHRISTMAS. And it was a Christmas that was supposed to be relaxing because I gave up on most gift giving! Thank goodness I did clear up my time like that, because I needed that time to instead heal my emotional wounds.

Anyway, the reason me writing in this way about art theft being "funny", is because I am explaining the same mistake I had made.

I had NO IDEA the Ichihime community was threatening physical violence against real life people's pregnancies, and therefore any good will extended to ANY Ichihime fans would be taken as sympathy for such terrible harassers. I still think it's wrong to assume generalizations about ALL the fans that will EVER EXIST of a certain ship. That's just illogical and mean. But I also think that harassers, no matter which ship factions they come from, are a$$holes and I didn't mean to imply sympathy for such a$$holes. (I was writing that post in reaction to someone on Twitter making broad, terrible assumptions about ANYONE who EVER ships Ichiruki, so I wanted to prove that Ichiruki fans like me can't be all categorized under terrible blanket statements, and we don't even do that to others. Maybe I was wrong about the latter. But even so, I still can't believe that ALL Ichiruki fans hate ALL Ichihime fans. Just those harassing a$$holes. They can rot. But I actually hope they seek psychological therapy instead.)

Maybe I wouldn't have been able to understand this correlation of people outside a community simply not understanding why something is offensive to that community, and being unaware of touchy subjects, if I hadn't gone through that trauma that scared me away from the Ichiruki fandom. I won't say I'm grateful for trauma though. I would much rather have gone without the trauma, and taken my chances with learning this correlation through other methods/happenstance---which is fully possible. It's always possible to arrive at good results and lessons, through a different method, instead of through trauma.

Similarly, these non-artist commenters wondering what's wrong with A.I. art, have no idea of the touchy history of art theft perpetrated against struggling, small, independent artists. They don't know how vehemently, quickly, and absolutely the art community is vigilant against and seeks to stamp out any hint of art theft, because of how such attitudes have taken advantage of artists and ruined their real life person livelihoods. Sure, I can pick out some comments that seem to genuinely not understand the problem with AI art, and they ask to be enlightened. But other comments sound like they're from defensive "AI art bros", who not only have no sympathy for the artists with precarious livelihoods and constant weathering of harassment, but also don't recognize how their precious AI text-to-image generators wouldn't be able to make the art that these bros want, without being fed the art from these independent artists. They won't even recognize that independent art as valuable, even while their AI desperately needs it to make anything (that's not stock footage).

#random ramblings #a.i. art #please ignore my idiocy

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SELF LOVE 101 (Gojo x Black!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Black!Self-Insert!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)

Synopsis: When you get invited to your coworker's Valentine's Day party, you have no intention of going. Especially since this particular coworker isn't exactly your cup of tea: Gojo Satoru is just too proud, too cocky, and too damn full of himself for a girl like you. But when you're persuaded to go and find yourself alone with him, Gojo will stop at nothing until you see that loving yourself is nothing to hate on. After all, a beautiful woman like you deserves to be loved on...especially on camera.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Coworkers to Lovers; Mild Enemies to Lovers; Secret Crush; Reader is a Self-Insert; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Foreplay; Mutual Oral; Spitting; Cunnilingus + Fingering; Deepthroating; Facefucking; Lipstick Marking; Heels On During Sex; Body Worship; Spanking; Begging; Dom!Gojo; sub!Reader; Breeding Position; Missionary; Dirty Talk; Eye Contact; Mutual Orgasm; Creampie; Reader Cums 2x; Sex on Camera/Nude Photos

Writer's Note: A very special thank you to @curiouscutie143 for requesting my writing again for a V-Day special! I love writing about that sexy blue-eyed MFer & I hope you enjoy reading about him. -Jazz

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Commission Fan Art by greentforever on Fiverrrr

“So, V, you goin’ to Gojo’s Valentine’s Day party tonight?”

You sit at your computer desk between the gray walls of your cubicle lined with photos of you with family, friends, and co-workers. One of them, your good friend Shoko, leans against the doorway to your cubicle in her black blazer, slacks that do nothing to hide her shapely ass, and blouse as red as her bold lip color. You, too, are dressed for the day of romance and love in your pink sweater paired with a black pencil skirt, nylon stockings, and pumps.

She gives you an expectant smile as if she already knows your answer as she stirs sugar into her mug of coffee. You have your own coffee–iced despite the cold–that you sip as you sit at your desk, answering emails for the morning before the team meeting at 10 AM. This leaves you two hours to bullshit and gossip with Shoko which is one of your favorite points of the workday. “No,” you calmly reply. “You know I don’t do parties, Sho.”

“But it’ll be with our coworkers,” Shoko protests. “You know these people! Gojo is inviting everyone from all of the departments, including our boss.” You inwardly roll your eyes behind your cat-eye glasses. Of course, Gojo would invite the bossman too. You always thought of him as a “boss’ pet” as well as a “people whore”, meaning he always makes it his mission to socialize and make everybody like him. Or maybe that’s just your strong distaste for his personality talking.

“Sorry, girl,” you sigh, giving Shoko an apologetic smile. “It’s a no for me.” Shoko gives you a look between a glare and a pout. “Why? You’ve got plans? I wouldn’t doubt that your fine ass has a hot date.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and snorts as you roll your eyes at her ridiculousness.

Though you know that you’re a very attractive woman with your smooth, brown skin, plump frame, and an ass and rack that can stop traffic, you don’t do the dating thing. At least not right now. It’s too complicated. Too messy. Too distracting. You’re way too focused on your job, which you enjoy and are very good at, to be fooling around on dating sites and chasing after coworkers for some short-lived office romance.

“Actually, yes, I do have plans,” you reply to your friend. “I have a date with my cat, TV, and Chinese takeout, thank you very much.” You then take a manila folder from the corner of your seat, stand from your chair, and give Shoko a tight-lipped smile. “Now, if you wanna continue pestering me with this, you’re gonna have to follow me to the scanner room.”

And she does. She follows you, hot on your heels, as you walk through the office of cubicles holding your coworkers making calls, doing work, and sipping their morning coffee. She follows you into the scanner room with its dozens of scanning/printing/copying machines and boxes of extra office supplies. “Come on, V!” she groans. “I’ll be there too and we can have some fun! It would be the perfect time to work on your introvert tendencies.”

You side-eye her as you begin to fire up the machine and put sheets into the scanner, one at a time. “A party isn’t gonna help with that,” you argue. “And it’s not like I don’t go out! I just don’t try to socialize with people I don’t know like you and…” Your words seem to die in your throat when you catch a glimpse of him through the scanning room’s doorway.

You’ll never get over how tall Gojo is, standing a whole head taller than you with a lean, toned build that you can see even through his blue button-down shirt and slacks. His office attire is casual yet expensive-looking judging by his red bottom dress shoes. He keeps his locks of snow-white hair unstyled and slightly unruly as if he just rolled out of bed. It gives him a sexy look that you know drives so many of the girls in here crazy. Not to mention his voice––smooth, oh-so-sweet, and annoying like a song you’ve heard over and over again and can’t get out of your head.

And then there are his eyes. They are an intense, electric blue that seems to shock you whenever you see them. Even now, when he turns his head slightly from chatting up a coworker, his eyes meet yours and you forget how to function. A small, crooked smile appears on his lips and he nods at you. You nod back in greeting––one of the only three ways you acknowledge each other. The other two are “good morning”s and unreadable glances across the office at one another.

Shoko notices and bumps you with her hip. “And you can finally stop acting like you don’t like this man and get you some dick,” she sniggers. “You know he’d give it to you if you asked, V. The guy has pining after you for months now.” You give her a glare which she just laughs at. She swears that you have a “thing” for Gojo, but you will argue that down into the dirt until your very last breath.

Shoko doesn’t understand that you and Gojo would not work. You and him are total opposites. He is extroverted and makes it his mission to go to every party, club, and kickback on the weekends while you’re more introverted and . rather stay home. While you know you’re attractive, you don’t constantly throw it in people’s faces like he does. He’s cocky and pompous and waaaay too into himself.

You don’t dislike Gojo as a person, but you dislike his personality. And the persona he seems to put on for everyone else as if they are his audience. You’ve had the misfortune of seeing him drunk at your company’s Christmas party and left after an hour because of his constant jokes, loud singing, and how much he badgered you to take a shot. Despite this dislike, you don’t hate the guy. You both stay mannerable when your paths cross for any reason and sneak glances at one another but never speak beyond a “good morning” or about work. He works in a whole other department so you don’t see him often, but on the elevators or at company meetings, it’s a different story.

Shoko can see you battling internally with yourself, so she stands in front of the doorway to block your view of Gojo, leaning her hip against the frame. “Listen, I know you have this whole love-hate thing with this dude,” she sighs, “but I promise you, he isn’t that bad. An attention slut, sure, but he means well. But I’m not here to talk about him–I’m here for you. I’ll be damned if you’re going to spend V-Day alone with your cat and takeout, which is why you need to come out with me, drink, shake ass, and make fun of our coworkers! Just for an hour, V, pleeeeease?”

She folds her hands into a prayer, interlacing her fingers. You want to say no, but maybe she’s right. Maybe you can use a change. “One hour,” you firmly say. “One. Hour. And then I’m leaving.”

Shoko squeals and presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving a red lip mark. “You won’t regret this, I promise,” she says though you groan indifferently. However, you can’t help but feel like maybe you won’t regret it either.

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You’ve never seen a house so big until your Uber pulls up to the estate Gojo rented out for the party.

“Wow,” you whisper, staring up at the house in awe. After going down a trail lined with trees with bare branches to a forest that seemed to get deeper and darker, making you feel like you were entering a horror movie as you sat in the back of the car, the trees finally cleared and the mansion revealed itself. It’s more like a castle with its many floors, balconies, cobble-stoned walls, and glass windows. You spot a large pool on the right covered with a tarp, a tennis court, and a parking lot to the left filled with cars of all kinds. The lawn before it is clean, cut, and dewy, freshly cut and watered for the guests.

The driver parks near the door and you pay him extra in cash despite also putting his tip on your credit card. “Keep it,” you tell him with a smile before thanking him and leaving the car. You press your wool trench closer to you as you walk up the path to the mansion in your heels that click against the cobblestones. The closer you get, the louder the party gets. Music and miscellaneous conversations drift to your ears, making you feel nervous. You want to turn around and run.

‘No,’ you think, forcing yourself to keep walking. ‘You agreed to stay for an hour. AN HOUR, BITCH. You’ll be fine.’ So you swallow your fear, take a deep breath, and knock loudly on the door (ringing the doorbell for good measure). The door opens, revealing not Gojo but someone just as tall, built, and fine. He sports long, black locks of hair tied into a neat bun, gage earrings, and a tailored suit that he looks absolutely drool-worthy in.

The stranger stares at you warmly but questionably with his chocolate eyes that you find yourself falling into. “Hello,” he greets you in a deep yet soft voice. “I’m guessing you’re here for the party?” Gulping, you find your voice and manage to answer the handsome stranger: “Y-Yeah, um, I’m V. Gojo’s coworker?”

Recognition appears in the stranger’s eyes. “Oh, you’re V!” he chuckles. “Pleasure to finally meet you. Gojo has told me so much about you..and you’re just as pretty as he told me.” He gives you a wink that makes your stomach flip, but even more so that makes you react in such a way is the newfound information that Gojo has talked about you…and he thinks you’re pretty?

You can’t mull over it for long though because the stranger moves aside to let you in. “Please, come in,” he says. “I’ll take your coat.” You thank him as you shed your coat, revealing your outfit of a red, curve-hugging dress that crosses over your chest, only giving viewers a peak of your cleavage. You curled your hair so it falls and bounces around your neck and paired your outfit with nylon stockings, pumps, a bold red lip and cat eye, and some small gold jewelry. You feel sexy and expensive.

You take a moment to look around and admire the place. It’s something straight out of a movie with its polished marbled floors and walls, tablecloth tables covered in expensive snacks, fondue fountains, and champagne glasses, and a DJ playing slower songs as guests continue to show up. It’s truly a beautiful setup.

“I’m Geto,” the stranger says once he’s finished hanging up your coat. “Suguru. I’m a friend of Gojo’s from high school and I own the place. Pretty, right?” You shake his hand when he offers it, noticing how large it is. “Nice to meet you,” you reply, “and it’s magnificent. I’m curious about what you do for work if you own a place like this!”

He chuckles at the compliment and your curiosity. “I’m a business owner,” he explains. “I own one of the largest art companies in the country. We work primarily in setting up art exhibits, selling historical pieces, and keeping all art museums funded.” Ooooh…that means he got money. “I’ll have to tell Gojo that you’re here. He was so sure you weren’t coming.”

You scowl confusedly at him, but before you can ask bout it, the man of the hour makes his grand appearance. “Getoooo!” his annoyingly familiar voice bellows. You turn, finding Gojo strutting over with a glass of champagne in a sleek, black button-up shirt, dress slacks, and red-bottom shoes. Darkened glasses sit on his eyes and his fingers and neck drip with gold jewelry. He looks expensive. And annoyingly good.

He tosses an arm around Geto once near him, leaning into his friend. “Where’d you get to, man? I’ve been looking for your ass for over 15 min…” He trails off when he gets a look at you and lowers his glasses down the bridge of his nose. You two stand there, silent, the music and noise swelling around you. “Huh,” he exhales, shocked. “And here I was wonderin’ who you were chattin’ up.”

“Nice to see you too, Satoru,” you mutter. Sensing the tension, Geto clears his throat and takes Gojo’s glass from him. “I’ll just leave you two to talk,” he says before practically hurrying off. Then it’s just you two left alone. You don’t know whether to look at him or at the floor. “I can’t believe you actually came,” he huffs. “Shoko said you’d be coming, but I didn’t believe her. You never really come to any work-related events.”

You flush under the lights, hugging your arms close to your body as a self-soothing mechanism. “That’s not true,” you protest. “I came to the Christmas party.” Gojo gives you a humored smile that irritates you for some reason. “But you left early,” he points out.

“Well, maybe that’s because I don’t like seein’ my coworkers drunk,” you pointedly reply. “I’m just not a party person…but I did promise Shoko, so here I am.” You look off to the side to avoid Gojo’s gaze, but you can still feel him looking at you. Having no choice, you look back at him and find him giving you a soft, unreadable look. “Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” you ask, uncomfortable.

“You just look…” He stops and bites his lower lip as if struggling internally with himself. It feels as if the room has gotten ten times hotter. “Really nice,” he decides, giving you a smile. “I’m shocked you’re not here with somebody.”

“Well, I sorta am…” You begin to look for Shoko and find her in a green mini dress chatting up Nanami and Haibara from another department at your job. When she sees you, she gasps and immediately struts over you to you, a glass in one hand. “There she is!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around you. You sigh in relief, glad to have her here. “Is this guy bothering you? It’s okay, baby, I’m here now.”

She turns to Gojo with a scowl, her arm wrapped around your plump waist. “So you can make your exit, Gojo,” she jokingly tells him. He puts his hands up in mock defense and backs away.

“Fine with me, just don’t make out in front of our boss. I’ll see you two around.” But as he says this, he looks dead at you as if making a promise. When he finally turns to walk away, you finally feel like you can breathe. “He’s got it bad,” Shoko chuckles.

“Shut up,” you sigh. “I’m already uncomfortable here. I feel like everyone is staring at me.” Shoko titters, taking a champagne glass from a nearby tray and handing it to you. “Maybe it’s because you look fine as fuck,” she laughs. “Girl, just take a glass and relax! It’s a party! Those nerves will start to melt away the minute you get that champagne down the hatchet.”

You do as she says and sip on your first glass of the night. And though you start to feel somewhat calm, you still feel disturbed. Mostly because of Gojo. Throughout the night, you become increasingly annoyed by his constant socializing and his noise. Why is he so loud? Loud when he talks. Loud when he laughs. Loud when he sings karaoke in front of his adoring, tipsy coworkers who cheer him on.

Not to mention he constantly takes photos with everybody! Every person, including your boss, he takes a photo with, causing his phone to flash in your face every five minutes. Combined with the loud music and drunken laughter, you’re quickly becoming overstimulated (and not at all in a good way).

Fed up with your snowy-haired party host and the noise, you down your second glass and text Shoko that you went to find the bathroom. But really, you just need to get away and be alone. Then you sneak away from the party and up the stairs until you are in the long hallway lined with paintings, oakwood vanities, and doors. Many doors. You push open the door that is cracked, leading to an empty study that is only lit by the big, round cheese moon outside the window behind the oakwood desk.

The study is spacious and cozy with its polished bookcases of books on every subject, hanging paintings, and carpeted floor. The moon cuts through the glass window, creating a silvery square on the carpet and the wall near the desk where you see Geto’s name plastered on a college diploma. This must be his study. Hopefully, he won’t be upset that you’re in here, but the door was locked and you won’t be in here for long.

You shut the door behind you and slowly walk into the study before stopping at the desk leaning against it. You feel so good to just be alone for a while, the sound of the party muffled beneath the floorboards. The only loud sounds are of your breathing and the hooting of a lone owl outside the window. It is peaceful. Serene. But not for long.

The door opens before you can duck to hide and a tall figure stands in the doorway. He steps in, revealing himself to be the exact man you were trying to escape. “Shit!” you gasp, placing a hand on your leaping heart. “Don’t you knock?”

Gojo stands there as if he didn’t just nearly scare you half to death. “I did knock,” he says. “Said your name too. Must’ve not heard me.” The door shuts behind him as he walks further into the room, slowly as if you’re a spooked animal. You don’t move from the desk, even when he comes to lean on the edge of it with you.

“I was lookin’ for you,” he explains. “Shoko said you went to the bathroom, but that was over fifteen minutes ago.” He takes off his glasses to reveal his eyes, worry embedded in the crystal blue irises.

“Oh,” you sheepishly say. “Sorry, I just…needed some time to myself. It was too loud down there.” He quirks one eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his pink lips. “Is that code for me bein’ too loud?” he chuckles. “C’mon, I know you were annoyed by me. I could see it all over your face. That’s why I came up here to check on you and tell you I’m sorry.”

And he actually sounds genuinely sorry about it. It makes you feel incredibly guilty. “You don’t have to apologize,” you sigh. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I guess our personalities just clash…and I’m not too fond of a phone flashing in myself every five seconds when you take a selfie.”

Gojo laughs at this, the sound pleasant to you. “Just taking advantage of how good I look,” he jokes, flashing you a pearly-white grin. You don’t respond, staring at your shoes. “You don’t agree?” he asks, taking your silence for disagreement.

“I didn’t say that!” you protest, flushing. “I just don’t see the need in takin’ all of those photos of yourself just because you look good. I mean, who’s gonna see ‘em?” You shrug to yourself, not really liking this conversation. “I am!” he laughs. “It’s not always for others to see. Maybe I just wanna admire myself. Don’t you, V? Admire yourself, I mean?”

Now you really don’t like this conversation. You don’t reply, your thoughts running a million miles a minute. You feel like you should leave…but at the same time, you like the quiet and you enjoy Gojo’s openness. You enjoy him when he isn’t someone else. “Lemme ask you somethin’,” he says, not waiting for a response. “Do you hate confident guys? Guys who know they’re good-looking?”

You look at him then, your eyes sharp and pointed. “No; just the ones who are cocky and into themselves.”

A twinkle appears in Gojo’s eyes that is illuminated by the moonlight pouting into the window. Unbeknownst to you, he loves your boldness. Your bite. It’s sexy. And more than anything, he loves to prove you wrong about him. “It’s not that I’m into myself. I just know I’m a strong, smart, sexy guy. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I have the kind of confidence that no one’s opinion of me can make me feel some type of way…I mean, other than yours.”

You furrow your brows at this, confused. Gojo just laughs, shaking his head. “In case you ain’t pieced it together, I like you, V. I think you’re way too smart for your department and you’re not bad on the eyes either.” He tilts his head to the side, a puppy dog look in his eyes. “But for some sad reason, you just seriously dislike me.”

“I don’t dislike you!” you protest, feeling even guiltier than initially. He must think you’re such a bitch! “I just don’t like how cocky and overly exaggerated you can be with your confidence. To me, it feels like you rub it in my face.” Gojo raises an eyebrow, shocked at this confession. “Why?” he asks curiously. “Don’t you think you’re just as good-looking?”

You look away at your nails, hyper-fixated on how shiny and glossy they are. “Well, yeah, but…” You pause, pretty sure that you’re oversharing at this point. You do know that you’re beautiful, but taking photos isn’t your thing. You don’t even have an Instagram account! It just isn’t for you. But Gojo thinks this is a travesty. “But what? Do you not take selfies of yourself?” You don’t answer, too embarrassed to. Gojo honestly looks shocked. “How?!” he exclaims. “Do you not see how beautiful you are? Seriously, V, you’re a fucking knockout! Especially right now.”

You feel his blue eyes roaming across your body, your curves, your dress, and suddenly, the room feels hotter. “Here, c’mere,” he suddenly says, pulling out his phone. He then scoots closer to you to which you move away. “What are you doing?” you ask, confused.

“Takin’ photos with you,” he replies as he opens his camera. “What’s it look like? Just scoot in close and you can see how gorgeous you are.” He flips the camera lens around so they’re facing you and him, but you scoot out of the shot, hesitant. “C’mon, just a few pics!” he pleads. “Pleeeease? I’ll put the camera on auto flash so it’ll go off every 20 seconds.”

He gives you those puppy dog eyes again and you sigh, knowing that you’ll regret this. “Alright, fine,” you huff and scoot closer to him, trying not to inhale his cologne or feel some type of way with his shoulder and calve rubbing up against yours. “Say V-Day,” he says before the screen flashes in your face. He smiles but you don’t though, keeping your expression stoic.

Gojo hums in satisfaction at the photo. “See? Look at that gorgeous face!” You look between the two contrasting faces and facial expressions. “Mine or yours?” you ask. He smirks at you and you realize your mistake. “Yours, of course,” he chuckles. “Why? You think I’m gorgeous?” You tsk and nudge him, earning a cackle. “C’mon, another one! Smile in this one.”

Though you roll your eyes, you do as he says and smile, big and bright, into the camera. When the camera flashes, Gojo all but cracks a smirk in the photo. “Shit, I wasn’t ready for that one,” he sighs. “Now you’re definitely the gorgeous one in this one.” You flush, mostly because you feel that he’s right––you do look gorgeous in the photo.

After another photo where you’re both smiling, you start settling in and realize how funny Gojo is. He cracks jokes and makes you laugh as the photo flash goes off, leading to pictures being taken of you and him cracking up. Soon, you’re making silly faces at the screen which makes you both laugh even harder. “Okay, okay, lemme do this one normal,” you giggle and smile at the camera, feeling warm and happy.

Gojo can tell and that is why he tells you exactly what he thinks of you, unable to keep it in: “Goddamn, you truly are beautiful, V,” he sighs. “Can’t you see us together?” You turn to him, confused and alarmed by his words, but you don’t realize how close you are. As the camera goes off, your lips touch his in a soft, quick kiss that is as fast as the flash of the camera.

You pull away as quickly as it happens, shocked and alarmed by how much you liked the kiss rather than by the fact that it happened. He’s a good kisser. Gojo stares at you in the same light like he can’t believe that that just happened and that it was with you. But he also looks at you in a way no one ever has: adoringly. Enchantingly. Like you’re the most beautiful thing in the room. Your eyes roam down his handsome face to his lips, soft and pink.

Gojo places his phone down next to him before, silently, you both lean in again, your lips moving slowly yet passionately against each other’s. Scratch that “good”. Gojo Satoru is a great kisser. He moves his lips like it’s his profession, taking his time easing you into it. His hand caresses your face and holds your cheek, his touch making you shiver. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to become hotter and more passionate while your hands move along your bodies. At some point, his phone falls off of the edge of the desk and lands on the carpet, face-up. You can’t tell if the camera is still open and can’t care enough to check. Gojo’s lips move from your mouth to your neck, peppering your skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses. You grasp his shoulders and close your eyes, blissed out from the sensations. Despite him being your coworker, despite his personality, despite the party going on downstairs and you still being in another person’s room, you don’t care.

You can’t care. Not when Gojo is giving you everything you’ve been craving. So when his hands inch to the zipper at the nape of your neck, you let him do as he pleases. He pauses, looking at you questionably, and you nod, wanting him to continue. He continues to kiss you down, giving you small lovebites as his fingers work the zipper down. “Gojo,” you exhale. It’s all you can utter as the dress comes off, only falling down from the waist up due to you still sitting.

Gojo stares at you like you’re a work of art, eyes now dark with molten lust. “Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, drinking in your soft, brown skin. “Look at these.” His hands move to your breasts, big, soft, and juicy. You whimper softly at his touch, his thumbs moving over your hard nipples. “You’re absolutely beautiful, V,” he groans like it pains him. “How the fuck aren’t you with anyone?”

You don’t answer, too horny to speak. All that is on your mind is him. “Well, it’s their loss. Now, I have you tonight…if that’s what you want.” His hands begin to leave your body, but you stop him, keeping them on your chest. “Yes,” you whisper. “Yes, I want this.” He smiles, a light sparkling in his eyes. He doesn’t begin playing with your titties just yet. First, he runs his piano fingers up and down your back as he kisses you again, soft moans traveling into each other’s mouths.

Your hands find his body, touching and stroking his forearms; his chest; his sides; his waist. At some point, you brush up against his crotch where you feel his obvious hard-on pushing up against his pants. You gasp at the feeling and he lightly laughs into your ear. “Do you see? You see what you do to me?”

He then stands in between your legs and latches his lips onto one of your hard, brown nipples. You gasp at the sensations of his wet tongue flicking the sensitive bud and swirling around the areola. “Fuck, Gojo,” you quietly moan, tossing your head back to the ceiling as you lean back onto one hand on the desk. He is so good with his tongue! Every flick against your nipple has you gushing, along with his fingers gently fondling the other breast he doesn’t have his mouth on. He switches, giving both of you girls equal attention. He is sloppy and greedy with it, just as you hope he is eating pussy.

Gojo hums into your nipple, pulling away to look at you with a mischievous smile. “Rubbin’ that pussy against my leg, huh?” he chuckles. “You’re so needy, V, baby. Didn’t think that was possible for you.” Realizing that you’ve been embarrassingly rubbing your cunt up against his leg wedged between your thighs, you try to pull away, but Gojo firmly grips your outer thigh to stop you. “No; tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”

You know you shouldn’t. You know that having relations with your coworker at a party can only bring trouble, but the need that you have is desperate to be unbottled and overflow; not trapped again. “Taste me, Satoru,” you say in a soft plea. “I want your mouth on me.” The smile he gives you just about melts your pussy right off the bone.

“You’ve got it, kitty,” he coos, using his thumb to gently play with your plump bottom lip, watching the way it bounces and jiggles slightly. “But on one condition: you be as loud as you wanna be. Don’t pull that quiet shit with me. The music is loud enough anyway…and even if it isn’t, fuck them.”

Before you can argue or protest, he kneels between your legs so he is at eye level with your panties and pulls them to the side, exposing them to his naked eyes. He hisses at the way your arousal sticks to your panties as he does, your pussy lips so soaked that strands of your wetness stick to the fabric. “Shit, baby,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

You bite your lip, embarrassment and arousal mixing within you. You hate how horny he makes you, but you can’t deny that you love it too. You’ve never had anyone make you feel this out of control before. But when Gojo finally proceeds to slurp up your pussy like his favorite meal, you just about lose yourself. “Fuck!” you moan, immediately grabbing his shoulder while the other grips the edge of the desk.

Gojo is a master at eating pussy. He wiggles his tongue this way and that, stroking your lips and your clit. He just kisses the entrance of your pussy with his tongue, never quite venturing inside but you can still feel him stroking your inner walls. When he does that, his nose bumps against your clit, nudging it gently and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your entire body. It’s so hard to keep quiet or control your body because of the immense pleasure you feel.

“Oh, my God!” you gasp, earning a hum of pleasure from Gojo that he makes in your pussy. Your thick thighs clamp around his head, making him feel smothered just the way he wants to.

God, he loves your thighs! He uses his hands to grip them; stroke the outside of them; even lightly spank them and the space where they meet your ass that he is more than eager to see in 3D.

When he pulls away to spit onto your pussy and slurp it back up, you swear you nearly shout to the heavens, but you manage to bite your lip to keep it all in. Noticing, Gojo gives the meat of your outer thigh a light spank that makes you squeak. “I said let that voice out,” he mumbles into your pussy. “Come on, baby…ain’t this where you’re weak at?”

He then begins to gently flick and rub your clit with his thumb, paying close attention to the way you respond. Judging by the way your moans echo throughout the empty study and your thighs quiver, he assumes he’s right on the money. “I guess it is,” he chuckles. “Let’s see what other pretty sounds I make you make with these fingers.”

And he gets exactly what he’s looking for when he dips one of those long fingers into your tight, wet, delectable pussy and begins to stroke upward to rub your clit and G-spot at the same time. You’re unable to keep your voice hidden, each moan, whimper, and sob loud and unbridled. Thank God the music is loud enough to mask the sounds, but even if it isn’t, you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when Gojo’s tongue and fingers feel so good.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel that knot in your core beginning to tighten with each stroke, lick, and slurp. When he pulls away to once again spit on your pussy and then slurp it back up while his finger continues to stroke your insides, you feel that tension about to boil over and grab his head to push into your pussy. He welcomes it, loving the feeling of being drowned in your wet cunt. You can’t even speak a coherent sentence. You begin to babble cusses and his name as you feel yourself about to cum: “Fuck, ‘Tarou! Shit, you’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna…I’m gonna…oh, shit, shit shit!”

“Mmm-hmm,” Gojo hums eagerly into your cunt, repeating this and becoming more eager the faster his ministrations get. The faster they get, the harder and faster you cum. You throw your head back and grip his white locks as you cream all over and into Gojo’s mouth. A loud moan from deep within you rises to the surface and exits your mouth, echoing throughout the room. You feel euphoric, tingles of pleasure coursing through you.

Gojo doesn’t stop licking or finger-fucking you until he can feel your pussy twitch and weak moans leave your lips. He finally pulls away with a gasp, his chin and lips coated in you. He licks it all off eagerly and sucks on the finger he had inside of you, staring deep into your eyes as he does so. Your eyes trail down to his hardened cock which has now begun to pulse beneath his pants, desperate to be released…and you’re desperate to get it. “Need you,” you whisper breathlessly. “I wanna taste you too.”

Gojo gives you a lustful, molten hot stare that nearly gets you out of the rest of your dress. “Not here. Follow me.” He takes your hand and helps you off of the desk before leading you out of the study and into the hallway. You walk all the way down the hall to an empty master guest room, spacious, clean, and comes with a balcony that overlooks the outside. The tree branches stretching their spiny fingers to the window cut across the floor in shadows, the moonlight shining through into the bedroom.

You barely pay any attention to the room because you’re too busy kissing on Gojo. You wrap your arms tight around his neck as your lips move against one another’s, your tongues swirling and moans traveling into each other’s mouths. Gojo, skilled as he is, kicks the door shut with one foot and unzips the rest of your dress so it falls to the floor. His hands immediately go for your ass, groping, squeezing, and spanking your plump cheeks. He chuckles through your kiss at each soft moan and gasp you make, the sounds going straight to his groin.

When he pulls away, his lips are plump from constantly kissing and his eyes are blown with lust. “My turn,” he says, smirking at you, and suddenly, he’s hoisting you up into his arms like you weigh absolutely nothing compared to him. He laughs at your cute little squeak as he carries you over to the humongous, neatly-made bed and tosses you onto the soft mattress where he hums seductively at the way you bounce against the bedsprings. Seeing you naked in just your heels is many things to him, one of which causes him to strip himself out of his clothes. Before he does, he leans his phone up against a charger on the nightstand so it faces you and the bed. You can’t tell if it’s on or not, too focused on him to even care.

You watch him from the bed, turning over onto your tummy to lean against your elbows, your chin in your hands, and heels kicked up in the air. You’ve never seen someone take off his clothes so quick and in a flash, Gojo is completely naked. Your hungry eyes roam over his body, drinking in his muscles and lighter skin that contrasts with yours. They then go lower where they latch onto his big, thick, gorgeous, hard cock. You see veins and stark white pubic hairs that are trimmed short leading up to his toned stomach and V-line. You feel your body twitch with need, wanting him inside you in any possible way.

Gojo takes a handful of his cock and begins to slowly stroke it in your face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “You want this?” he asks. Slowly, you nod, unable to speak. “Then open your mouth and take it like a good girl.”

You do so, inching to the edge of the bed so you’re able to reach him. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around him, emitting a needy groan from his luscious lips as you begin to suck and lick on his cock. “Thaaat’s it, baby,” he praises you, pushing stray hairs out of your face. “Lick it just like that. Like a lollipop…but just a little bigger.”

Bigger, indeed! He stretches out your mouth and barely fits in your hands as you begin to stroke him, but you love his girth and length. You love how your dark, long nails look against his pale skin stroking him up and down. You love the sounds he makes, each moan and hum of pleasure encouraging you to give him major throat. So you bob your head and stare into his eyes as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks around his length. “Shit, baby!” he hisses, tossing his head back. “How are you this fucking good at suckin’ dick?”

You just answer by continuing your work, loving how good you’re making him feel with your mouth and hands. After letting you do your thing for a while, Gojo slides out of your throat with a groan and gently slaps his cock against your lips dripping with spit, smearing it and your lipstick around your mouth. “So pretty,” he sighs dreamily, giving you a hooded gaze that makes you gush. “Look at how much you marked me, kitty.”

He nods down at his cockhead ringed in your red lipstick which only makes you want to make more. “I wanna mark you too,” he says in a sultry, breathless voice. “I wanna fuck your throat, baby. Is that okay?” Is that okay? He may as well ask if it’s okay to fuck you! “Yes,” you reply, staring up at him through your lashes. “It’s okay…use my throat, ‘Tarou.”

Your voice and nasty words make his dick twitch excitedly. He wraps his hand around himself and taps the head lightly against your tongue, making light, wet smacking sounds as he does so. “Just tap my hip or my thigh twice if you need to breathe, okay?” he coos to which you nod. And then he’s gripping your hair as he slides deep, deep, deep into your throat, nearly making you choke. A loud, needy moan leaves his lips as he settles into your tight, wet mouth and begins fucking it, bumping his pelvis and heavy balls against your face and chin as he does so.

“Oh, my God,” he groans, fucking your throat like it’s a fleshlight. “Oh, my fucking God, baby, you’re so good at this shit! So, so good at suckin’ cock. Why the fuck didn’t we do this a long time ago?” You can only gargle and gag around his cock in response, earning a pleased chuckle. “Those are the sounds I like to hear,” he huffs. “You’re doin’ so well for me, baby, takin’ this big cock. You love gettin’ that throat fucked, don’t you? Maybe that’s all you needed to see things my way.”

After some time of fucking your throat and leaning forward to plant some smacks on your ass to watch it jiggle, Gojo slides out of your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe. Spit and pre-cum drips from your mouth and chin, dribbling down to your tits and onto the bed. Gojo stares down at you, cheeks flushed, eyes narrow, and pumping his hard cock wet with your spit. “You still want this?” he asks. “We can leave it here if you want. No pressure, baby.”

But you want all the pressure he can give you. So you position yourself onto your back and open your thighs for him, your heels planted on the edge of the bed. His intense, blue eyes immediately flick down to your gorgeous, edible pussy shimmering in the moonlight for him. “I want this,” you whisper into the dimly lit bedroom. But Gojo doesn’t move. He just stands there, still stroking his cock. “Do you not want this?” you ask uncertainly.

“No, I wanna fuck you,” he answers easily. “I just want you to beg.” He grins at your gobsmacked expression. “That’s right, kitty: beg for me. Beg for this cock nice and pretty for me.” The heat of embarrassment crackles at your cheeks and skin, but it also makes your pussy quiver. “Please,” you whimper, swallowing your pride. “Please fuck me, Satoru. I need you. I’m so, so wet for you.” You begin to lightly play with your pussy in front of him, rubbing your clit and coating your lips in your wetness.

It’s enough to make Gojo go absolutely insane. “Keep rubbin’ that pretty clit for me,” he demands before taking your ankles and yanking you to the edge of the bed. You gasp as he does so, but it turns into a moan as he slides himself home inside of you. Your body instantly tenses at his girth stretching out your walls, but he doesn’t move immediately. He watches you intently, waiting until you relax to start moving. And even then, he doesn’t fuck you hard and rough straight off the rip. He is gentle and slow, giving you strokes that are careful but still draw moans out of you.

You can feel every inch of him inside of you, feeling unbelievably full. As you continue to rub your clit, the pleasure begins to build and your body becomes comfortable with Gojo’s cock, adapting and molding into a shape just for him. Gojo notices and grips your hips as he continues to roll his hips nice and tortorously slow into you. “This okay, baby?” he huffs. “You need it faster? Harder?” You nod, whimpering pathetically.

Smack! His hand collides with the outside of your thigh, making it jiggle. “Nuh-uh, baby,” he growls. “Look at me. Say it to my face.” You open your eyes, just slits, and look at his handsome face slightly gleaming with sweat, as he bumps his hips even slower into you. He cackles at your groan of frustration, not giving up until you give him what he wants. “Please!” you whine. “Please, Gojo, baby, fuck me harder!”

That’s when he holds you close by your hips, hoists your legs over his shoulders, and puts your ass straight into the mattress. Your eyes widen and your nails dig into shoulders as he fucks you rough, gripping the flesh of your thighs and fucking into you with a speed and precision that has you seeing stars. You’ve neve been fucked so good before. You pussy squelches and gushes all around his cock the more it pummels into you, drilling you just the way you need.

It’s so good. Too good. Your eyes squeeze shut at the overwhelming pleasure, moans and whines leaving your lips to echo throughout the bedroom. You then feel Gojo’s hand gripping your chin, squishing your cheeks together. “Look at me, V,” he demands. “I said fucking look at me when I’m fucking you!” At his tone and volume, you weakly open your eyes and stare into his that remind you so much of the oceans in the Bahamas.

“Keep lookin’ at me,” he orders but it sounds more like a plea. “Don’t look away. I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fill this pussy up.” You have to force yourself to keep staring, mostly because of the vulnerability. You’re here being splayed out and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, your heels dangling in the air and pussy squleching around his cock! And here he is, wanting to see every single cute little expression on your face and in your eyes. It’s too much. It’s too intimate.

But it’s so intoxicating. So addictive. And the feeling is mutual. Gojo commits your body and the way your tits jiggle as he fucks you into the bed to memory, wanting to give you good dick any time you want as long as it’s his. “This is all it took, huh?” he chuckles. “You just needed some dick to see how beautiful you are? How much you deserve a guy like me?” He holds your face in his hand, forcing you to keep looking at him. “Do you see how good we are together, V? Huh? Do you see it now?”

You must be delicious from the dick because you do. You do see it and you’re desperate to make it known as he speeds up, plowing into that pussy again and again until the bedsprings creak. “Fuck, ‘Tarou, yes!” you sob. “I’m gonna fucking cum! I’m so close!” You can’t stop the way your pussy clenches and your clit swells as you continue to toy with it.

But then Gojo stops, stilling his movements. “Me too,” he warns. “But not like this.” He suddenly hoists you up farther onto the bed and edges onto it with you on his knees. He grips your ass as lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, leaning forward so your knees are pressed against your chest. “Need to make it count,” he grunts. “Need to be closer to you…need to be deeper.”

You’re confused at fist, not sure what he’s doing.

That’s when he proceeds to fuck you into a breeding position, his hips slamming down against yours with his feet planted firmly on the bed. “Oh, my God!” you practically scream as his cock pummels in and out of you at a breakneck pace, causing every part of you to jiggle and move with the force of his fucking. Now you understand why so many women are crazy for him: he’s amazing in bed. He has such stamina being able to fuck you in such a position without hiring, feral moans and grunts leaving his lips as he fucks you stupid.

Now you have no choice but to cum. You’re completely trapped beneath him with no place to go, your pussy quivering and twitching around his cock. “G-Gojo!” you stutter, gripping his shoulders for dea life. “‘M g-gonna cum! Gonna…you’re g-gonna m-make me…” You can’t even speak, your tongue heavy and mind blank with pleasure. But Gojo understands. “Cum for me, baby,” he begs, staring deep into your eyes. “Cum with me. Give it to me like a good girl!”

And you do. As soon as he bursts inside of you with a loud moan of your name, your pussy clenches and you cum all around his cock, drenching him in your juices. Gojo grips you to him, making you feel restricted and trapped with just his arms and his body. You gasp as you feel him fill you up with his nut, warm, wet, and endless. He groans as his cum drips out of you and leaks down your thighs and his balls, soaking you both in the aftermath of your sex. Your sex. You just had sex with a coworker.

As the fog of your orgasm fades, you feel nothing close to bliss and everything close to mortification. Gojo finally releases you and stands up straight, hissing as he does so. “Ah, shit!” he groans. “Think I overdid it.” He puts a hand to his lower back, winching. You just stare up at him, trying to make sense of him and everything that just happened. “Sorry,” he sheepishly says, smiling down at you. “Did that ruin the mood?”

Your eyes roam over his naked, toned body to his semi-hard cock still soaked in your and his cum. You quickly look away to your clothes and bag, feeling the urge to throw up. “No, I…fuck!” The gravity of the situation hits you like a freight train. “I can’t believe I did this,” you murmur to yourself. “I can’t believe we did this.”

Gojo chuckles, laying next to you on the edge of the bed. “Believe it, baby; the hair speaks for itself.” He runs a hand through his unruly, sexed-out locks of silvery-white hair. “You were so, so good,” he sighs happily. He goes to touch you, but you move away, immediately feeling guilty for doing so when you see his saddened eyes. But you can’t bring yourself to touch him or snuggle. Aftercare doesn’t matter right now when all you feel is guilt and confusion. “I-I’m sorry, Gojo,” you weakly say. “I have to go. I took things too far with you tonight.”

It was the alcohol, you try to reason. And you were trying to distract yourself from the noise of the party. You were vulnerable. You try to think of every reason this happened instead of just blaming it on the fact that you’re very attracted to Gojo Satoru. He lays on the bed now, scowling in utter confusion at you. “Wait, huh?” he asks as you scramble to leave the bed. “Wait, V, don’t go! Let’s sit down and talk about it!”

But you don’t want to talk about it and you can’t talk about it. If you do, you’re sure that you’ll start crying. You can already feel the tears building. But as you rush to the door, gravity has other plans for you and you knock right into the nightstand, causing Gojo’s phone to fall. “Shit!” you gasp, immediately bending down to pick it up. His phone sits faceup in your hand, the screen glowing at you.

There, you see his camera roll. And in it, every new picture taken by Gojo tonight. You see photos of him and your team; him and the boss; and him and you. Not just the ones you took side by side in Geto’s study, but also…other ones. More intimate ones taken every 20 seconds of you both. Naked. Having sex. Heat runs through your veins and up to your face, creating a permanent blush. ‘No,’ you think. ‘No, no, no!’

You open all of them, each one becoming more embarrassing and lewd than the previous one. You see photos taken from the floor in the study where Gojo is on his knees eating you out; photos of you getting your face fucked at the edge of the bed, your heels kicked up and his hand gripping your hair; you on your back legs spread wide and face contorted in pleasure as Gojo fucks you into the couch; you and him together, locked into a breeding position, your eyes locked on each other’s as the moon glows against your skin.

Gojo slides off of the bed to check on you, seeing you staring at his phone completely in awe. “What?” he asks, curious. “What is it?” Wordlessly, you pass the phone to him and he sees the photos. His blue eyes widen an inch as he scrolls through each one. “Oh,” he just says. “Well, at least you look hot in all of these. But I can delete ‘em if you want.”

And you realize that he’s right: you do look hot in all of them. You drink in your smooth, brown skin glowing in the moonlight; your thick thighs spread and ass looking so delectable; your pussy stretched around Gojo’s cock as your pretty face contorts beautifully with pleasure, spit and red lipstick smeared around your open mouth. It’s still embarrassing, but also liberating. And a turn-on. You see yourself just as Gojo sees you in those photos: sexy, beautiful, and meant to be with him.

“No,” you reply. “Send them to me.” He gazes at you, shocked. “You’re right: I do look pretty hot in those…we both do, actually.” You give him a shy smile to which he returns, a slight blush adorning his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad you see it my way, but I can’t send them to you. I don’t have your number.” He actually looks sad to give you the bad news.

But you smirk, one step ahead of him. You put your hand out, palm up, for his phone. “Then I guess you’ll need my number then,” you purr. He stares at you for a few seconds, his mind slowly processing your words, and then hands you the phone. He continues to give you that laughable look as you put your name and a cute heart emoji beside your name into his contacts, along with your number.

When you pass it back to him, your heartbeat has accelerated, your stomach fluttering with butterflies. “You can use that for a brunch date too,” you add, feeling somewhat shy. “Or the movies.” You silence yourself, letting Gojo piece your words together.

He stares down at your number and then at you before breaking out into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on a person. He tosses his phone onto the bed before engulfing you in a tight embrace, picking you up off of the ground. You squeal as he tosses you both onto the bed, kissing you all over on your face; your neck; your shoulders. “Finally!” he laughs. “Finally, you’re mine!” You laugh with him, feeling giddy like a schoolgirl who just found out her crush likes her back.

You lean up to kiss him, but stop when a knock interrupts you. “Yes, finally,” Shoko agrees. “I was waiting for the day you two finally stopped acting like you weren’t crazy about each other and just fucked.” You gape at the door, mortified that your friend is behind it. Did she hear you two? Did anyone else hear you two?

“As happy as I am for you Satoru, can you at least clean up my bed when you’re done in there?” Geto asks. “And come down for the party toast in about fifteen minutes.”

Gojo presses a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet while he’s silently dying with laughter. “Sorry, Sugu!” he calls. “We promise we didn’t break nothing!”

“Uh-huh,” Geto replies blandly. “You’re lucky you’re my friend because I would’ve tried to scoop her up myself. She’s a keeper, indeed.” You flush as you hear him and Shoko finally leave, no doubt going to give the others a good story about the noise…but you also find that you don’t care if anyone knows. You want them to know.

Gojo gazes down at you as you lean against his chest, feeling so small and so safe against him.

“Now let’s get back to that snuggle. We’ve got fifteen minutes to spare and I’m not wasting any of ‘em.” He then leans down to capture your lips with his and you remind yourself to treat Shoko to lunch for persuading you to come to this stupid party.

THE END.

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Happy Father's Day - Colin Shea

Pairing: Colin Shea x female Reader

Warnings: mention of a mother abandoning her child, sleeping around,

Wordcount: 3.8k

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A/N: Part of the "Happy Father's Day" series. Dividers by the fantastic @/firefly-graphics

Giggles and breathless gasps came from the couch in 6C on which its owner made out with his newest flavor of the day. Teeth collided as lips pressed against each other and tongues swept into the other’s mouth. Hands wandered, tugging at the clothing that hadn’t been shed yet as their bodies shifted against one another.

Colin planned to get to the baseline, another hookup, another woman he would have to hide from in the morning. At least until knocking on his front door alerted him. Fully planning on ignoring it, he concentrated back on his date’s lips. His neighbors knew not to disturb him and even if, they surely would leave on their own if he didn’t respond. But the knocking persisted, getting louder and more insistent.

With a promise to be back in just a minute and lips that chased him as he stood up, he went over to check the door. Upon opening the door he was greeted with an empty hallway. At least he thought it was empty until a noise made him look down. There on his doorstep stood a carrier with a small baby in it. Looking left and right he couldn’t see anyone on the landing and even peeking down into the stairwell there was no one. Had the person who knocked on his door simply vanished?

The baby made a noise that made Colin snap his head back around. Rather alarmed he watched, fearful it would start to cry. The baby didn’t cry, it made another small noise before it yawned. He could watch its eyes fall close, the small thing asleep in mere moments.

Internally he was panicking, he didn’t know what to do with the sleeping baby on his doorstep. To make matters worse from within his apartment his hookup called his name. Without thinking much about it he grabbed the carrier and hurried into the apartment. Hurrying in this case was him tiptoeing as he didn’t dare go any faster, still too scared to disrupt the sleeping child.

“You have to go,” he told the random woman still laying on his couch. She had propped herself up on her elbows and watched him descend the five steps down from the entryway into the heart of the living space. She didn’t react at first, only raising one eyebrow but Colin didn’t pay her much attention. Carelessly he grabbed the discarded dress as it came across his path just after he took the last step. He flung the flimsy cloth in her way, not caring if it landed in her face or on her, or on the floor again.

Much more careful he handled the carrier, there weren’t many spaces in his apartment he deemed safe enough to place it. The floor didn’t seem like a good idea to him. Too much potential to trip or knock it over. Really, the only place available was his kitchen table. The carrier wobbled slightly, his hands held out towards it, but it stayed in place. In the background, he thought to hear the woman pull her clothes back on, loudly complaining about his behavior. Colin didn’t care, he looked around for his phone and when he finally found it he practically dove for it. Wildly pressing buttons he pressed it against his ear.

“I need you to come over. ASAP.” The woman he had wanted to bed not long ago complained again in the background, to which he waved his hand at her and pointed towards the door. He hadn’t had a woman leave his apartment this fast in forever.

Leaving her apartment after a very unsuspecting but dire-sounding call of help from her neighbor, she witnessed an angry-looking woman storming out of said neighbor’s apartment. It confused her. What had happened that Colin shooed his booty call away? And what could it have to do with his SOS that needed her to come over? She watched the angry and tumultuous retreat of the woman, following her down the steps until she was out of sight but not out of earshot.

The next thing she noticed was the open door, prompting her to step into her neighbor's apartment, at least until she reached the steps. She didn’t want to go any further without his welcome.

“Colin?” she asked into the empty space, no trace of him anywhere. With one hand still on the doorknob, she strained her ears to listen for him.

“Why did you need me to come over so suddenly?” There was no blood and if he had injured himself his date would surely have left in a different manner. Not a moment later Colin slid into the hallway, a finger in front of his lips and loudly shushing her. “I thought Friday evenings were your hookup nights?”, she whispered, even more confused by his weird behavior.

Closing the door behind her and walking down the steps she was eye to eye with her neighbor. His attire made more questions pop up. He was only wearing jeans. No top, no shoes. Colin cringed, his nose scrunching as he rubbed his neck.

“Something uhm interrupted,” he told her, placing his hand at the small of her back and guiding her into his kitchen.

“Why do you have a baby?” She broke the silence that had settled over them as they stood in front of his kitchen table. The kitchen table on which a baby carrier with a sleeping babe in it stood.

Her brows were furrowed both in confusion and worry. She couldn’t stop eyeing the babe carefully, not entirely believing its existence here. Colin’s place seemed like the last place she would expect to see a baby. He hadn’t stolen a baby, had he?

“That’s the interruption,” he told her, rubbing his neck, eyes constantly flickering towards the baby. He didn’t seem able to hold still at the moment, constantly fidgeting, shuffling his feet, and going from rubbing at his neck to combing his fingers through his hair or even so far as biting on his fingernails.

“The baby rang your doorbell?”, she asked him deadpan, making Colin groan. He shook his head.

“No. But someone did and left the baby there.”

“Who in the world would leave their baby in front of a stranger’s door? Especially up on the sixth floor?” Colin let his head hang with a loud sigh. She glanced over at him, taking in the droop of his shoulders before his movement caught her eye. He slid an envelope over the table, pushing it her way. Raising her eyebrow caused him to whine.

“Just read.” Complying she took the envelope and peeked inside. There was a note in it. Fishing it out and unfolding it, she started to read.

“Shit Colin, this is serious,” she told him, the hand with the letter slowly sinking to her side. He was leaning against his kitchen counter, arms crossed before his chest and chin resting in one palm. He didn’t look at her. She had a bad feeling about this, not only because he refused to look at her.

“I know..” He mumbled quietly, seemingly in thought. Looking back at the baby she had to swallow down a lump. It was no secret to her that he was getting around, she had seen many of his ladies leaving his apartment. He had even searched refuge in her apartment a couple of times. That’s how they first met. But Colin was smart, at least she had thought he was smart enough to keep it wrapped.

“So that’s your…” She couldn’t see it but he nodded.

“Daughter,” he finished her sentence, confirming what she had already read in the note. One of his hookups had fallen pregnant, now she wasn’t able to look after her child anymore so she had dumped it onto him. He was supposed to look after his daughter now. Raise her.

With a loud sigh, she stepped up beside him, leaning against the counter too. Their shoulders touched. Colin finally looked at her while she kept her eyes focused on the baby. She missed the way he eyed her softly and fondly, quickly replaced with guilt and a brief glimpse of sorrow that crossed his face before he too focused back on the baby.

After a while of heavy silence, he spoke again, “You’ve got to help me.” His words made her look back at him, puzzled this time.

“I have no clue how to look after a kid.” She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“You have a nephew. You look after him regularly.”

“That’s different! He is nine. I wasn’t around when he was a baby.”

“Are you asking me to raise this baby with you?” She looked at him, hoping to find denial to her question. Colin only looked at her, hopefully and quietly. Biting her bottom lip she looked away. This was a lot to ask of her. Deep down she wanted to say yes to him without even thinking about it. Something told her this would be the closest thing resembling being with him that she could probably get. A glimpse of what a shared future with Colin Shea would look like. But even if his track record read like that of a manwhore, she had fallen for the charm he possessed and the human side he showed her. The Colin that was hidden beneath the superficial want of getting into one's panties. Focusing her eyes on his ceiling she took a deep breath. She felt a sense of sadness and hurt swirl in the pit of her stomach she couldn’t understand.

“Fine.”

Colin jumped up beside her, whooping and fist pumping the air. Barely started with his celebratory dance he froze mid-movement. Both their eyes jumped towards the table, waiting with bated breath. The baby didn’t budge and they could breathe a sigh of relief. Colin drew her into his arms and pressed a friendly kiss to her head.

“You are the best!”

“Only because I don’t want you to accidentally kill the kid.”

Frantic knocking and panicked phone calls at the most ungodly hours had become the norm. Now too Colin stood in front of her apartment in the early morning - or what some people would still consider the middle of the night - with his daughter in his arms. He was at his wit's end, the small child didn’t want to stop crying no matter what he had tried.

He kept knocking until the door to his neighbor's apartment opened, revealing a tired, still very sleepy woman. The breath in his throat hitched at her sleep-disheveled sight. She looked cute and had it not been for the baby crying her soul out on his arm, he would have given himself longer to take her in.

Ushering both into the apartment, she was quick to close the door. A noise complaint from some of the other tenants was the last thing they wanted. Almost immediately she took over, grabbing the small child from his arms and pressing her against her chest. One hand laid on the baby’s head, the other propped under her little butt to keep her up. Shushing and swaying did nothing, not even from her. Colin looked exhausted, she noticed. There were deep purplish circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess and he wasn’t wearing a shirt under his jacket.

“What have you tried already?” She asked. It wasn’t the first time he had ended up at her place when the crying didn’t want to cease. They had the routine down to a notch, but normally the little one wasn’t as agitated as she was now.

“Everything!” Colin’s voice was laced with desperation, wobbling even as he felt ready to cry together with the small baby. He felt helpless, not knowing what to do anymore to soothe the baby.

She remembered the first time he called her over when she hadn’t stopped crying. That one had been easy. In the following times, it had steadily become harder as Colin’s own skills had evolved. Now she feared they had reached the point in which she too couldn’t help him with expertise anymore. Thinking hard, she kept swaying and shushing the baby that cried into her neck, tiny hands painfully tightened to fists that clasped her sleepshirt in their grip.

“Have you tried music yet?” Colin stopped in his movements, hands falling from his temples to look at her with big eyes. She could see the fatigue in his eyes, the heaviness with which they drooped. Her lip twitched upward at the hopefulness with which he looked at her right now. He had played for the little baby a lot of times before and she had always seemed to like it.

“Go get your guitar and bring her nest too,” she instructed him, sending him out of the apartment. The way Colin bolted made her chuckle quietly, he nearly tripped up her stairs too. While he was gone she looked down at the baby. Her face was red, wet from tears, and screwed up in an unhappy frown.

“What a silly dad you have. Be nice to him, he is trying his best.”

The baby kept wailing, it couldn’t have been hunger or a poopy diaper that had her this unhappy. Colin had become a pro at feeding and changing her. She was getting to the age at which babies normally started teething, so maybe it was that. Sometimes babies didn’t even need a reason to cry, they just did. She surely remembered the many stories her parents told her about their experiences, which reminded her of something.

Positioning the baby so she was laying in her arms instead of pressed against her chest, she smiled down at the little girl. A soft tap on the tiny nose did make her wailing stop for a moment, but only a short one. While Colin was still away - he certainly took long - she started to softly hum a lullaby her parents had always sung for her when she was little.

Coming back the first thing Colin noticed was less crying. He slowed down on the threshold and strained his ears. He could still hear wailing but it wasn’t deafeningly loud anymore. Stepping into the living room he looked around and he saw she had migrated toward her bedroom, now walking back and forth in front of her bed. The second thing he noticed was the soft singing. It amazed him, both her beautiful voice and the way she sang to his daughter who was still fussy but not screaming at the top of her lungs anymore.

He felt like an intruder standing there and watching her, even more so when she looked up and their eyes met. Her smile had him smile back at her before he followed her nod towards the bed. He placed the nest on one side of the bed before he sat down and put his guitar on his lap.

Strumming the strings he listened to the melody she sang until he felt confident enough to follow and accompany her voice. With the added acoustic of the guitar, the baby finally calmed down.

It felt almost magical to Colin how fast she calmed down, back at his apartment it had felt like she would never do so. He watched in awe as the small girl looked up at her with those round and innocent eyes, yawning and reaching her hand out towards her. He watched as the baby settled against her shoulder, eyes growing heavy as she was swayed from left to right.

When his daughter was asleep, they put her down in her nest on the bed. Colin allowed himself to relax, feeling the tiredness pull on him. With a sigh she too sank down beside him on the bed, the way her head leaned against his shoulder had him smiling. He set the guitar down, leaning it against the bedpost.

“How did you do that? How did you know it would work?” He asked her, and she shrugged.

“I didn’t.” She shimmied a little, leaning against him as he wrapped his arm around her. “When I was a baby the only thing that put me down was music. She seemed to like it whenever you played. I figured it was worth a try.”

When he looked down at her, the softness in his expression was back. He was quiet, smiling to himself. Carefully he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Thank you,” he whispered, causing her to hum. A yawn left her mouth, eyes closing on themselves. It was still early in the morning. Too early for them to be awake. Before he knew it, they both were sinking down on the bed, asleep before their heads even hit the mattress.

Waking up much later when the sun shone through the windows into the room, she noticed the quiet. Glancing over to the nest the baby was sound asleep. Waking up like this felt like a dream, one in which she could convince herself that this was her life. Her baby and her Colin, she could wake up next to every morning. If only that dream could be reality. Stretching a little, she turned her head around to the body beside her. Colin was already awake and watching her with soft eyes and a dreamy smile. It made her cheeks heat up.

“What are you staring at you weirdo?” He chuckled at the words stumbling out of her mouth.

“Just you,” his words caused her to raise an eyebrow, cheeks still hot. He kept watching her for another moment, his eyes taking in the slightly disheveled hair, the crinkles from sleep, and having her face pressed against the sheets, her eyes still a little droopy and glossy. She could practically see his mind working as he thought about his next words before he pushed himself up onto his elbow. Colin hovered above her and she looked up at him while she lay on her back.

“I was just thinking…,” he trailed off.

“Yeah?” Her prodding made him smile, a hint of embarrassment tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“How nice it would be if this was my life.”

“This is your life, Colin. Are you sure you slept? You sound like the lack of sleep is making you say crazy things,” she asked with a laugh. His words sounded so silly to her.

“Shh.” He pressed his finger on her lips to silence her. “Let me finish.” She nodded silently, his finger still on her lips.

“I was thinking how nice it would be to wake up every morning beside you.” She gulped. Her heart stammered in her chest. She kept staring up at him with bated breath.

“How nice it would be to share this all with you,” he trailed off once again, leaning down and resting his arm across her middle. His eyes mustered her face before he glanced to the side. She followed his view to the nest, “How nice it would be if she was ours.”

Her heart was in her throat; breath and words leaving her at once. His words made her head spin, the meaning behind them overwhelming her. So many things convinced in so few words. Colin’s finger had slipped off her lips when she had turned her head.

“She could be,” she whispered, eyes still focused on the small baby. She stared at the small human with longing.

In the beginning, she had wished for her to never exist, now she felt shameful to have ever considered that. The more she had helped Colin adjust to life with a baby, the more she had fallen in love with the girl, the same way she had with her father. From then on the wishes in her had changed, wishing for the small girl to have been hers.

“Yeah?” Colin gasped. She nodded. The grin that spread on his face from that made her heart leap once more. He leaned over her again, coming closer and whispering against her lips, “I’m going to kiss you now, ok?”

Instead of reacting she was the one to breach the last distance and press their lips together. The kiss ignited a firework in her stomach. Colin’s hand wandered to her waist, softly grabbing and holding her there. Her fingers clutched the front of his jacket, fabric soft under her palms.

A noise had them pull away. Simultaneously they turned their heads to the little darling that had disturbed them with her coo. She was awake, gnawing on her fist and smiling at both of them. The gummy smile made her gasp and pat Colin’s chest.

“I knew it! She is starting to teeth. Oh honey, that has to be so uncomfortable.” Rolling towards the small girl, she rubbed her stomach. For the moment she seemed content, not too bothered with the growing pains. Colin behind her chuckled, she heard and felt him shuffle until his arm slung over her middle and his head came down to rest on her shoulder.

“You meant what you said?” He asked her quietly, watching his girls. Turning back to rest on her back she looked up at him again.

“She may not be mine biologically but I could love her like my own,” glimpsing back at the baby she corrected herself, “I think I already do.”

Colin descended down on her once more, kissing her breathless this time. With his hand on her waist, he pulled her even closer to him. This time they also weren’t interrupted by the baby, instead, it was her phone.

Pulling away with a groan she looked for her phone while Colin chased her lips, trying to get another kiss from her. With a chuckle, she pushed his face from hers and wiggled up to grab her phone. While stopping her alarm she caught a glimpse of the calendar.

“Huh,” she chuckled and looked back at him, “Do you know what day it is today?” He shrugged his shoulders, both hands landing on her waist and pulling her back towards him.

“I don’t care,” he told her, leaning in but she turned her head away. His lips landed on her cheek with a loud smack, one that had her laughing and Colin whining in protest.

“It’s Father’s Day,” she told him. Her phone got thrown back onto the nightstand before she turned around and put her hands on his cheeks.

“Happy Father’s Day,” she told him and pulled his face down for another kiss.

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Study Date [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

request/summary: if you’re taking requests please could you write a fem!reader and peter where the reader has a crush on him but doesn’t think he would date her cos she isn’t the smartest at their school and really struggles with classes but he like cheers her up and helps her and maybe on a study date they kiss or something 🥺🥺🥺 please and thank you and i love your writing xxx

warning: me not knowing how to write in past tense… but still writing this fic in past tense?

word count: 3.3k (idk if this was a blurb request but i just read your request when you sent it in a few days ago and just … wrote)

-this is a repost of an old fic-

Saying you were nervous would have been an understatement.

You hated that the teacher waited until the last five minutes of the lesson to give back your tests.

Now everyone around you was smiling at their tests, everywhere you looked you could see people getting good marks.

So maybe that meant you didn’t do as bad as you thought.

You felt okay during the test. You knew you’d never get an A in maths, and that was okay. But while you were trying to solve the problems, you felt like you actually knew what you were doing for once.

You had studied the whole weekend. Saturday morning you got up and studied.You had lunch. Studied again. Had dinner. Studied again. Went to sleep. And repeated the whole thing on Sunday.

And yet, when everyone was discussing their answers afterwards, you had no clue what they were talking about.

But seeing everyone’s faces light up as they got their tests back, red A’s and B’s in the top right corner, made you a little more positive. Maybe you weren’t as dumb as you thought and there had been multiple ways of getting to the right answer.

You looked around and didn’t see a single disappointed face.

You couldn’t be the only one with a bad grade then. Right?

Your teacher, Mr Baker, looked at his watch and dismissed the class.

“Uh, I haven’t gotten my test yet,” you spoke up.

Mr Baker made a face as if he just remembered you existed and went through his bag, getting another piece of paper out. Your test.

You got up, walking past all the other students who were leaving and you went up to his desk.

Your face fell when you saw the big red F in the corner.

You didn’t have to look at the rest of the paper, the red was uncomfortably intense, covering half of the page with corrections and loads of those irritating question marks next to your answers.

Everyone else had left the classroom, and you didn’t know if that made the situation better or worse.

“Another one of those,” Mr Baker commented. He was trying to be sympathetic but it came out as condescending, a what-am-I-supposed-to-do-with-you tone as if you were the problem child.

“I see you’ve been paying attention in class. But sometimes that’s not enough. You have to practise, do the homework I give you. Maybe even a little more. This was the easiest test of the year, and you were the only one who didn’t get at least a B.”

He was still smiling, expecting you to thank him for his tips. As if you weren’t doing all of those things already.

And surely telling you you were behind every single person in this class wasn’t something teachers were encouraged to do.

“Ask me questions when you need to. I’m here for you. If you’re too shy to do it in class, you have my E-Mail and I’m always here a few minutes after class. Just practise a little and I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, hm?”

He handed you your test, ready to leave now.

“I-I thought I understood it.”

“It’s all just practice, I promise. Now I have to get to my next class so..”

You nodded and left the classroom.

It’s all just practice, sure. It’s not like you spent twenty four hours studying for this test alone. You couldn’t always do this. You had ten other subjects, half of which you were nearly failing too.

How did people manage this? Why did you fail a test that everyone else got A’s and B’s on?

You walked towards the doors, relieved that most other students had gone home already so no one would see you fighting back tears.

Just as you were about to fold your test in half, not wanting to see the blunt F staring back at you anymore, you bumped into someone, dropping your test.

You looked up and it was Peter. Shit. You were about to bend down to pick up the piece of paper, but Peter beat you to it with his quick reflexes.

He picked the paper up, and you could tell he didn’t mean to look. But the red ink across the whole page caught his eye and he looked at the test for a split second before handing it back to you.

Fuck.

You shared many classes with him, and if the few times you embarrassed yourself in front of the whole class, not knowing the answer to the questions the teachers asked you wasn’t enough, now he just had to know you also failed the easiest test of the year.

He probably thought you were stupid already, but he didn’t have to see all the dumb mistakes you made on a test that he probably easily got an A* on.

When you grabbed your test, a tear slipped out of your eye and you couldn’t look at Peter as you walked away.

“Hey, no wait!” He called out.

You reluctantly stopped. You could feel more tears about to spill from your eyes, and after the humiliation of your crush seeing your failed test, you didn’t need him to see you crying too.

“Can- Can I have a look at that?” He asked, pointing at your test.

“You’ve seen the F already. If you want to make fun of me—“

“No! Not at all. I just, when I picked it up I saw your first step, but it’s actually the second step. And nothing makes sense if you skip the first step.”

“There are different steps?” You asked.

“Yeah- it’s not too hard. But um listen, I need to go now, but maybe you can text me and I can help you figure out where your mistake was. Only if you want to, of course.”

“Yes, sure, thanks-“

“Okay, great, bye!”

Before you could ask him for his number, he was gone.

After the much needed cry you finally let out at home, you wondered how you could get Peter’s number. You could text one of your friends to text another friend, so they could text another friend who you surely knew had Peter’s number.

But that just felt like it was too much.

Did he even mean it? Or was he making fun of you in some intelligent humour you didn’t understand?

Okay, you knew Peter wasn’t like that.

But the thought of texting him made you nervous enough, and you didn’t want to bother three other people in order to get his number in the first place.

So instead, you cried a little more over your test, looked at your notes from previous lessons, and understood less and less with every thing you read.

Eventually you fell asleep thinking about Peter.

Peter kept glancing at you from across the classroom the next day.

You simply didn’t want to annoy him and other people, that’s why you hadn’t texted him. But maybe he thought you were rude for not accepting his help. When, truly, you just didn’t want your crush to realise how different your levels of intelligence were. But he probably knew that already.

If it was obvious to him how stupid you were, you didn’t want him to think you were rude too, so in the next break you went up to him.

He looked right into your eyes, and you felt like he could see that you’d been crying the whole night, even if you looked surprisingly refreshed this morning.

“Hi um, sorry that I didn’t text you. I don’t have your number,” you said.

“Oh- I thought we were in that math group chat together?”

Mentally, you slapped yourself. Of course you were in that group chat. You were in so many different school related group chats with him.

It just kept getting worse.

“Oh well, yeah we are. But actually I just couldn’t be bothered thinking about maths yesterday. Do you think you could explain it to me now?”

“Yeah I-”

In that moment the bell rang and you had to get back to class.

“How about we meet after school?” He said.

“Sure. The library?”

“Um maybe somewhere where we don’t have to be quiet?” He asked.

Maybe you just shouldn’t say anything in front of Peter. It’s not that you didn’t think. Just sometimes the speaking happened before the thinking. But Peter probably just thought you were dumb. You probably were.

“We could go to mine.” He proposed, “I live with my aunt and she’ll probably be at work. Either way, she’s cool.”

“Okay, cool. Should we meet by the entrance then and walk to yours?”

“Cool. I mean yes, let’s do that. See you later,” he smiled weirdly before he left.

You met Peter after school and got lunch together, talking the whole way to his place. You ate first, and continued talking even when you were done.

You didn’t feel dumb for a single second.

Maybe you weren’t as dumb as you thought.

Maybe your grades at school didn’t always determine your intelligence.

Maybe you were just being dumb again though, and Peter was just a nice person to be around who didn’t care that he was way more intelligent than you.

Unfortunately, your conversation ended when Peter remembered what you were here for.

You didn’t want him to see your failed test again. With all the red ink and all your embarrassing calculation methods.

But Peter remembered what he had seen on your test the previous day, and started talking without you having to show him again.

First, he tried to cheer you up though. Which you appreciated.

“That test was so weird, I'm sure loads of people got a bad grade this time.”

“Nope,” you said, “Everyone had A’s and B’s.”

“I’m sure at least a few others were worse than that.”

“No. Mr Baker assured me of that. He went out of his way to let me know that I was the only one who failed it. It’s not like I didn’t think I was dumb already,” you looked away.

“Hey- who said you were dumb? Mr Baker is dumb. He doesn’t understand what he’s doing half of the time and just looks at the answer and writes it down without explaining anything at all.”

Sure, you’ve said those things about Mr Baker too. But it was more to find a justification why you’d failed another test, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t stupid, and it was someone else’s fault. When really it was your own fault.

But if Peter said those things about Mr Baker, maybe you weren’t entirely to blame.

“So for example he doesn’t tell us that there are multiple steps you have to go through. And when I saw your test, I saw you skipped the first one. Which isn’t your fault because Mr Baker doesn’t tell is about these steps,” Peter said,

“But I immediately recognised that that’s what happened to you because I made that mistake too when we first learnt this.”

Peter Parker makes mistakes? In maths?

“Yeah, sometimes.”

Oops, did you say that out loud?

“Anyway, so there are two different ways, both depending on that first step where you prove if X is.....”

An hour later you were writing down all the different steps Peter taught you, working out the answer to the problems on your previous test which Peter wrote down for you on another piece of paper.

But you were stuck on the last step, and you were unsure if you’d even gotten the previous results right.

“Okay time is over, this is how much time we had during the test too.”

You dropped the pen with an unsure breath, looking at the test on your lap.

Peter sat down next to you- you were leaning against the headboard on his bed. His bed was small, and suddenly Peter was really close. You gulped.

“Okay um I‘m stuck on the last step. But I don‘t know if the rest was correct though.”

“Let me see,” his leg brushed against yours when he leaned over to grab your test.

You saw him pulling out his green pen to correct your answers, but you didn’t look at the paper. He was way too close, you couldn’t concentrate on anything but his face that was mere inches away from yours.

He turned his head towards you, and you felt like you’d just been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do. Then you realised he was talking to you.

“W-what?”

“I always use my calculator for this last part. I don‘t actually think it‘s possible without a calculator.”

You looked down at your test, and there were green ticks next to every line. You tried to hide your smile, you didn’t want to get too hopeful because you got a few answers right.

“I don‘t think I brought my calculator.”

“Wait, you did all of this in your head?” Peter asked.

“Uhh.. yeah?”

“Woah.”

“That‘s not the part that‘s hard for me. It‘s more the logical thinking, I guess,” you explained.

He nodded, getting out his calculator. You typed in what you needed, and wrote down the answer, throwing Peter a fearful look.

He checked your answer, and gave you another tick at the end of it, adding a little :) at the end. You’d never gotten a :) on your maths answer.

Peter high fived you, but you were still confused.

“Wait, so that was it?”

“Yeah. You would have gotten an A-star on this one.”

This time you didn’t hide your smile.

Peter was still so close.

“You know the way you explained it with those steps? That was really helpful. No one‘s ever explained it to me like that. But now it makes sense.”

He just shrugged, grinning at you.

“Wait, there‘s also this really good Youtube channel. They have tons of videos that are really good. They also explain the exceptions when there‘s another step,” he said.

“What exceptions?”

“Oh, actually we haven‘t done those in school yet anyway, so you can just watch the videos once we actually do it in school. I‘ll send you the link though.”

You didn't want to sound weird, but Peter just did more for you than your teacher did in the last year, “So um do I pay you or is this just like…” You tried to find the right word.

“No- you don’t have to. We’re friends and it was just a small favour. I just saw your mistake right at the beginning and recognised it from when I used to do that, so I thought I could help.”

Woah.

Peter Parker considered you a friend.

You would have liked to disagree. You barely knew each other. But if you knew him well enough to have a crush on him, then he could know you well enough to consider you a friend.

There was a silence while you thought about that, and Peter started talking again.

“Actually, I was worried you’d think I was a dick. You didn’t ask for my help and I didn’t want to seem like a smartass or like I was mansplaining when I offered to explain it to you, so I was kind of worried when you didn’t text me yesterday.”

“No, not at all. I appreciate it a lot. I just forgot we were in that group chat and didn’t know how to get your number, but I’m glad we talked. Thanks for helping me.”

He simply nodded and gave you a smile.

You were still next to each other on the bed. Maybe it was just your imagination, but it felt like you were about to kiss.

Just as you saw Peter moving towards you even more, you heard the front door open, and a female voice greeting Peter.

He got off the bed quickly, “Uh that’s my aunt. She’s uh, home early.”

You followed him into the kitchen where you introduced yourself to his aunt. The good looks must run in his family, even though you weren’t sure if they were blood related.

“Peter has told me so much about you, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she smiled.

Before you could respond, Peter was talking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, May-”

“No, I’m sure I remember the name. Peter‘s been talking about you non-stop,” she grinned at you and you tried to stop your smile from taking up half of your face.

If you’d heard that yesterday, you would have worried what Peter said about you. Maybe he had told his aunt how dumb you were. But after three hours with Peter, you knew he’d never say something like that.

That night you stayed up until three a.m. watching the videos Peter sent you. You discovered they had multiple channels. Apart from maths, they also had physics, biology and chemistry videos- all the subjects you were bad at.

You never thought you’d enjoy studying, but watching those videos wasn’t half bad because finally you understood something, and you only stopped when you were too tired to pay attention.

Peter kept helping you with maths, and a few weeks later you wouldn’t disagree anymore if he said you two were friends.

You were at his place again, sat opposite of each other on his bed.

Just a week ago, you had another maths test. What you were writing had felt right, but in maths that didn’t mean anything.

The test was in front of you now, facing down, and you were too anxious to turn it around and look how you’d done. You didn’t want another F.

“What if I failed again?” You asked.

“Then we’ll just practise more, and you’ll pass next time,” Peter said.

He took your hand to calm you down, but it only made you more nervous.

“Last time he gave it to you personally, to talk to you. He didn’t do that this time, so that could be a good sign,” he tried.

“Maybe he’s just given up on me.”

“I don’t think so. Should I look at it for you?”

“No, I’ll do it.”

You took a deep breath, and before you could change your mind, you looked at your test.

Peter looked at you, “What did you get?”

And as loud as you could, you shouted, “I got a B!”

Peter’s whole face lit up along with yours, and you promptly kissed him.

You hugged him immediately after, shocked at your own action, and your eyes went wide behind Peter’s back.

You could feel his hands at your waist, but they were unsure and shaky.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I couldn't have done this without you,” you said, deciding to ignore what you just did.

You pulled away from the hug, looking at your test instead of looking at Peter.

But he was all fidgety, playing with his shirt, scratching his neck and the back of his head, and when you looked up at him his face was red. You felt bad.

“Um sorry, I shouldn’t have just kissed you- I was just um really happy.”

“No, no, that was okay,” he smiled.

“Okay?”

“No, like very okay. I mean uh- good. Nice”

You smiled.

You had just reduced Peter Parker, the guy who knew the answer to everything, the guy who was the smartest person at your school, to a stuttering mess.

“Okay,” you smirked.

“I-it was so very okay, that I would like to repeat it- if you wanted to, that is.”

You took a second to process his words, and then you kissed him again.

It was just a short, sweet peck, but it gave you a whole swarm of butterflies.

“How- how about maybe we could go on an actual date instead of just a study date tomorrow?” He asked.

“I‘d love that.”

And you kissed him again.

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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: As two famous people who like to keep their personal lives private, you and Lizzie have decided to keep your relationship a secret. But a small slip makes it all come to light. [2.042 words]

Warnings: just fluff

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You have always been a very private person.

But to keep it that way and to work in the film industry, you had to follow two rules: 1) keep your professional life separate from your personal life as much as you can; and 2) keep the latter as far away from the spotlight as possible.

However, the first rule was broken when you fell in love with your co-worker.

Working together on an independent film, you and Lizzie met on an afternoon with the film's director and head writer for casting tests. The connection between you and her was instantaneous and was present far beyond the set.

Long conversations about the project turned into long conversations about nothing in particular, which turned into deeper conversations, about dreams and insecurities. And so casual outings turned into real dates, and it didn't take long for that to turn into a relationship as well.

But much like yourself, Lizzie is a very private person, so the two of you agreed from the start to keep your relationship a secret.

So you acted like friends at awards shows and parties and always said that you were single in interviews. Every now and then gossip blogs and even the fans themselves would bring up on the internet the subject that you were dating. But it was just that, gossip.

Until one day the second rule was also broken.

To be quite honest, you're not really the type to get involved in social media. You have tried a few times, but in the end it was either too boring, with you not knowing what you were doing, or too overwhelming, with the thousands and thousands of interactions.

But your agent, Olivia, insisted that you maintain at least an Instagram account so that you could keep your audience engaged and promote your projects. So you joined the social media network, and ended up liking it enough to create two accounts: a professional one, for your career, and a personal one, so you could interact with your family and friends without exposing more than you intended to the world.

Today is Sunday, and it's the first time in the week that your schedules have coincided with Lizzie's so you're cooking together now.

Soft background music playing as you chop ingredients, glasses of wine on the kitchen counter and stolen kisses once in a while.

"What are you doing?" Lizzie asks at some point, realizing that you were reaching for your phone. "Making our friends jealous." You reply and Lizzie giggles. "And letting my family know I'm alive, I haven't spoken to them in longer than I should have."

"A phone call would do the trick." She retorts and you giggle, opening the app on your phone. "Yeah but then I'd miss the 'make them jealous' part." You retort and Lizzie chuckles, shaking her head before giving you a brief kiss on the lips.

"Good evening, beautiful people." You say as soon as you start recording. "Guess who decided to play chef today? Here we have pappardelle and wild boar ragu." You say, showing the pans and doing a playful imitation of an Italian accent and Lizzie laughs.

"Oh and here, of course, is the love of my life." You announce, filming her as she takes a sip from her glass of wine. "A hopeless romantic, aren't you, my love?" she says in amusement and you give a contented chuckle. "I think the word you're looking for is... cheesy." You joke, picking up the Parmesan cheese that was on the counter and placing it in front of the camera and Lizzie rolls her eyes.

"You're insufferable." She says, but she has an amused smile on her face as she goes back to cutting the ingredients. "You love me though." You tease and Lizzie lifts her gaze from the board, her eyes on yours from behind the camera and a loving smile on her face.

"I really do." She replies, and with one last infatuated giggle you finish the recording and post the story. As soon as you put the cell phone back on the counter, you walk over to her and pull her around the waist. Without hesitation, Lizzie turns to you, wrapping her arms loosely around your neck and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

"I love you too." You say, completely devoted to the woman in your arms, and Lizzie flashes you a small smile. "Do the dishes then." She replies, and you huff, offended. "And I'm the insufferable one."

She laughs, giving you a kiss on the cheek before turning her attention back to the ingredients on the counter and you walk over to the sink to wash the dishes.

You return to enjoying the music and each other's company soon after, but the lull is short-lived as your cell phone begins to ring.

Picking up the device, you frown. Your agent didn't usually call on Sundays. With slightly frowning eyebrows, you answer the phone. "Hi, Oli-"

"HOW COME YOU REVEAL YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT TELLING ME?!" She shouts from the other end and you startle, pushing the cell phone away from your ear soon after. "I did what? What are you talking about, Liv?" You ask, completely oblivious to what the woman is talking about.

"What do you mean what I'm talking about?!" She replies, still energetic. "I'm talking about your audacity to-" She stops talking and you frown. "Oh... Take a look at your Instagram, dear." She says and it still takes you a few seconds to understand what's going on.

Then you do. So you widen your eyes and look at Lizzie immediately, the woman still unaware of the situation, quietly chopping vegetables and humming along to the music.

You hang up the call without even saying goodbye to Olivia. You place the cell phone on the counter again and Lizzie looks at you, a confused expression beginning to form on her face.

"Please don't be mad at me." You ask, anxiously, and Lizzie frowns in concern. Before she can ask anything, however, her cell phone rings. Lizzie takes one last glance at you before answering it.

"Hi, Mom." Lizzie says as she answers the phone and you watch the interaction, feeling your heart about to jump out of your mouth. She remains silent as her mother speaks, until Lizzie's eyes widen, probably like you did when Olivia told you, and she looks at you next.

"Oh really?" She says, a hint of suggestiveness in her voice as she looks at you. She's silent for a few more seconds as her mother speaks. "Thanks, Mom, I'll tell her." She answers, and as soon as she says goodbye to her mother and hangs up the phone, she looks at you.

"My mom just congratulated us for talking openly about our relationship." She comments and you smile apologetically at her. "I accidentally posted our video on my work account."

Lizzie stares at you for a while without saying anything and you don't know if her intense stare is worse or better than if she was yelling at you. "How many people saw it?" She asks, trying to keep her voice calm. You quickly reach for your cell phone.

The screen explodes with notifications of all kinds, notifications that keep coming. You put the cell phone in your pocket. "A lot."

Lizzie nods slowly, looking away from you as she rests her hips on the kitchen countertop. You watch apprehensively as she crosses her arms and nibbles her thumb, thoughtful. But then she starts to laugh, and you fear that she has gone crazy.

"...What are you laughing at?" You ask cautiously and Lizzie laughs some more, shrugging. "At all of this." She answers and you frown. "That we've been so careful all this time for one slip to take the whole secret away." She explains and you feel your heart heavy. "I'm so sorry, I-"

"Hey." She interrupts, turning to you and placing her hands lovingly on the sides of your face, a tender look in her eyes. "It's okay." She assures you in a sweet voice and you hug her around the waist, still uncertain. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." She says with a smile. "There are things in life we can control and things we can't. And we controlled this for as long as we could. It was going to happen sooner or later."

You nod slowly, assimilating her words. "So what do we do now?" You ask, and Lizzie strokes your cheek as she looks into your eyes. "We deal with it." She answers, shrugging her shoulders. "What else can we do?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You answer with a giggle and Lizzie gives you a wide smile before kissing you. You let her lips against yours comfort you, and when the kiss is over you rest your forehead against hers for a while.

Lizzie smiles at you before turning her attention back to the almost finished dinner, and you do the same. But as you go back to washing the dishes, all you can think about is what the revelation of your relationship with Lizzie means, what the truth will bring to both of you.

Then arms wrap around your waist and you startle, making Lizzie chuckle. "You think too much." She whispers against your back and you let out a giggle. "You talk as if you don't." You tease and feel the vibration of Lizzie's soft laughter against your body.

"I do, that's why I know when to tell you to stop." She retorts and you smile, having no argument to counter. "Come, let's have dinner." She says, giving you a squeeze before letting go of you.

You set everything up and go to the garden table, enjoying the warm summer evening air. As you pour some wine for you and Lizzie, you see your girlfriend reaching for her cell phone and you frown. "What are you doing?"

"Well, you've done your part. Now I'm doing mine." She replies teasingly, an amused smile on her face. You smirk as you take a sip of your drink, and Lizzie takes the moment to take a picture.

"You're not even gonna let me pose?!" You ask indignantly, and Lizzie giggles. "What for? You look beautiful anyway." She replies charmingly, and you roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up. After that you turn your attentions back to dinner, enjoying the pleasant evening and each other's company.

Later that night, you and Lizzie are on the couch watching TV and you reach for your phone. Although you still have several notifications coming in constantly, it doesn't even compare to the hell it had been hours ago. Looking at Instagram, you smile at the photo Lizzie posted, the caption saying 'the best wines are the ones we drink together.'

"A hopeless romantic, aren't you, babe?" You comment teasingly and Lizzie takes her eyes off the TV and looks at your cell phone, giggling when she sees the photo. "I think the word you're looking for is cheesy." She retorts, referencing what you said earlier and you laugh through your nose as you put your cell phone away and then cuddle up with her on the couch.

After that things change a lot.

The two of you have been all over the media and practically all the gossip sites. Your relationship didn't seem to be a surprise to anyone, however, and you and Lizzie laugh about that. The subject comes up in the interviews that you or Lizzie give, and it's undeniable that you both feel relieved that you no longer have to hide this very important part of your lives.

There are a lot of mean comments, of course, people spewing hate for no particular reason. But the caring and supportive comments outweigh them exponentially, making it easy to ignore them.

But even if it weren't for that, it would be okay. Even if the whole world was against you, now you and Lizzie arrive together at every event you go to, her hand firmly entwined with yours, and she kisses you fearlessly whenever you win some award, and you do the same with her. And, having her by your side, nothing else matters.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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