derek morgan who forces you to keep eye contact with him every time you fuck.
he breathes heavy in your ears and he never. stops. talking. they're either dirty encouragements or teasing praises that border on condescending. he can be cocky when he slips deeper into his dominating headspace.
his worshipping turns rough in a way that's flattering; a shift in the tides of control where it becomes less about your pleasure and more about his. it's not like he's a selfish lover by any means, but sometimes his own arrogance gets to his head, and the panty dropping charm he has turns into making you cry while he's deep in your guts; a strong arm wrapped around your throat keeping you in a headlock, making you take it.
or maybe you're in missionary, and when you go to turn your head or shut your eyes, he squeezes the fat of your face and keeps your gazes tethered together.
"c'mon. keep your eyes on me, princess."
there's no mercy to his pounding, and you're forced to look up at him with teary eyes and a drooling mouth as your nails rake down his rock hard abs that haven't seemed to soften with his age.
he's all consuming and dripping in sweat, and there's a certain rhythm to the stroking of his hips that's so uniquely him that keeps you anchored to reality despite the musk of sex and the faint remnants of his fancy cologne that refuses to fade away completely - and it probably won't until he showers, and even then, there's a round or two waiting for you in there alone.
he says things like:
"uhnt uh, don't run from me."
"c'mon baby, you know you can take it."
"you said you wanted it rough, sweetheart."
and he can just get so mean, and it completely contrasts how he acts in his everyday life. he's an absolute fucking powerhouse in the sack, and you'll be feeling him for days.
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You had always been quiet, and always tended to stray away from larger crowds or groups. I guess that was why Derek had become so close to you, overprotective almost. Maybe he saw a bit of himself in you? He was just like you after what happened to his family, and he was still like you. Quiet, yet he was brooding and got grouchy — you two were different kinds of quiet, yet there was an underlying tone of understanding between you two.
He always made sure to watch out for you, knew how you acted and could tell how you felt just by your body language and your posture. He kept an eye out for you always.
You were always shy and soft spoken, but once you moved to Beacon Hills a few years ago, it was like your social skills plummeted into the dirt. You got anxious whenever you had to talk to someone, specifically Stiles. He was actually the most intimidating to try and talk to — the constant chatter, questions, pestering. Derek fully saw why you preferred to keep to yourself, he understood you.
Currently, the both of you were at a pack meeting, discussing the latest news about the Kanima, and the suspects. Stiles was yabbering on about the stupid bestiary, and potential suspects from their school who have been acting weird. Lydia looked done with the talking, like she would rather be any other place than here — which was true. Scott was next to Allison, holding the hunters hand as they listened with focused faces. Jackson wasn’t there, some lacrosse injury excuse. And Derek was standing in the doorway of the lounge, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His Henley shirt partially unbuttoned as usual, with his leather jacket on too.
He had a furrowed brow — when does he not? And a scowl which he said was his ‘focused expression’ yet it was just an excuse to scowl at the people he found annoying in the meetings.
And you were sat on the couch by yourself, since Stiles was originally next to you but was currently in the middle standing up, waving his hands wildly with random gestures as he spoke about suspects.
You sat there, fidgeting with the sleeve of your hand-me-down zip up hoodie, watching as Stiles whirled around. You felt a sudden glooming presence next to you — and you were met with the scent of leather.
Derek.
You glanced over at him to find his sharp green eyes already glaring right back at you. It wasn’t his usual aggressive glare, no. It was one filled with understanding and maybe even a little bit of empathy? If Derek even knew what that emotion was..
“Hi Derek.” You mumbled towards the male werewolf, his posture stiff and tense as if he hadn’t expected your soft tone. Nobody spoke to him like that — it was always sarcastic remarks or something other that.. soft.
“Hey.” He replied back in a gruff tone, his thick brows furrowed as he scuttled slightly closer, almost protecting you from the looks of the pack.
You gave a small smile, not noticing Stiles’s cheeky grin. You rested your head against his broad, leather bound shoulder. Leaning on him. You felt safe with Derek — You didn’t have to talk to fill the silence, he didn’t either. You two were just in your own little world.
LATER
Derek had offered to drive you home in his flashy, black Camaro after the pack meeting. The meeting had ended with nobody coming to a conclusion about who the suspected Kanima was, as the entire time was spent by Stiles just yabbering and waffling about new leads he had heard from snooping in on his fathers work calls.
“You live around the next block?” Dereks gruff voice broke the comfortable silence. He already knew where you lived but just wanted to double check. You gave a quiet, almost timid nod as per usual.
His Camaro screeched around the sharp turn of the curb before coming to a stop in front of your house. He turned to you with his usual scowl-y, overprotective look. “Sure you’ll get inside okay?” You opened your mouth to give a one word answer but he butted in. “I’ll walk you in.” He insisted broodingly as he got out, slamming the door unintentionally as he strides over to your side, waiting for you to get out of the car.
You quickly scrambled out of the car and he led you to your own door. He paused suddenly as you two reached the door, his body tensing as he turned to look down at you.
“You sure you’ll be alright by yourself?”
He was clearly worried when you just nodded, no words. Only a singular nod — but that’s probably what Derek would’ve done if someone asked him that same question. “Right. I need to go.” He muttered abruptly, with a conflicted look before attempting to give you a side hug — a very awkward side hug.
His muscular arm slinging over your anything but straight shoulders in an unnatural way, the leather of his jacket creaking as he attempted to physically bond. He pulled away, ears red. So were yours, your whole face actually.
He quickly turned around on his heels and basically stormed back to his car, grumbling something about a ‘stupid connection’ and ‘his wolf.’ — Whatever that meant.
You smiled softly to yourself as you let yourself into the house, watching him drive off through the window. You texted him a thank you and plopped down onto your bed, staring at the plain white ceiling.
Maybe someone does actually understand you, the thought brought a smile to your usually timid facial expression.
You finally felt seen, or understood — by ironically the most emotionally stunned person in Beacon Hills.
The Derek Hale.
(IK ITS A LAZY ENDING IM SORRY!! I would like to write a part two if y’all want that? Let me know pleeeeasseee!)
Kinktober has been upon us for a while, so I've been writing these babies up in my free time hehe
I'll def post some more for funsies in other fandoms, but here are these!
TW: It's btd and tpof so what is there not... sexual content, dub/noncon mentions, too many kinks to list fr
If you ain't a fan or aren't 18+ MOVE ALONG
Ren (btd2) :3
Primal play, obvi
Chases you around the house, tries to corner you in the basement, because of all the “fun toys” down there (only a few are fun for you lol)
He’s gonna bite, scratch, make you bleed, and cuddle you later, admiring any marks he left
He’s a verse, so it really depends on whether you’re behaving and his mood
Subby him is very cute
Tug on his ears, tail, he doesn’t even try to hide how much he enjoys being your “pet”
I’d like to think he makes lil fox noises when he’s overstimulated; little yips which he toooootally won’t find embarrassing until later
Yes, he has a knot
Yes, you’re getting that every time
Yes, I think he’s got the prettiest dick of all of Gatobob’s characters– WHAT ABOUT IT
Bro WILL put you in a maid's dress
He’ll also wear one for you if you ask ;3
He’s the sweetest and gives the best aftercare, always murmuring praises and apologies, even if injuries are “for your own good.”
Loves when you call him baby boy
Gets pouty if you call him puppy
"I'm a fox! >:3" which is true lol
Ride him until he cums inside a few times, though, and he won't care WHAT you call him
He's a big fan of overstimulation, mostly on him
Especially if you're "punishing him," he wants you to use his dick until he's shooting blanks
His dick gets really flushed when he's excited; towards the tip, this rosy red, glistening with thick precum
Fav position is mating press, it gets him going like nothing else
He will fold you for hours, just hitting your sweet spot over and over until he's "bred" you enough
Lawrence
I don’t see sex with Lawrence being super often, once a week TOPS for this man
I wouldn’t say ace spectrum, just low sex drive vibes
But when he gets down, he’s a FREAK
I think a verse that leans towards dominant, but likes to be on top
Def has a thing for choking; takes it too far half the time
He “likes when you stop breathing”....okay, weirdoooo
Gets a little mean when he’s about to cum, but then whimpers like a bitch :D
“Shit— fuckin…stay still…st–stay still! *puts his hands around your throat, a scowl painted across his face, before leaning down to moan into the pillow next to your head*”
Sometimes he will want you to roleplay as a corpse, which, if you’re down for that yay, if not I don’t think he’d push it too much
He is into somnophilia, though, specifically with you being the one sleeping/pretending
Prefers receiving head to giving; he finds giving anxiety-inducing lol
He's kinda bad at it anyway (both sucking dick and eating cunt), fucking loser...God, I love him for it...
He has cried exactly once during sex...you still don't know why, but he gets mad if you bring it up
Seldom lets you shower with him, scary ass hoe, but if you get in there, he is super shy
You can get away with doing a little reach-around action and jerk him off from behind
His tall ass starts shaking when you pull that
Honestly, in any position where he doesn't make eye contact, he gets a lot more expressive
Strade
Sex all the time, whether you want it or not, you’re lucky he even kept you
Tops almost always
Obviously a sadist, hardcore
You have to beg him not to fuck your wounds half the time
If you shower, you honestly have to prep to wash up twice cuz he’s gonna fuck you against the wall
At least he can’t dunk your head under water
Threesomes with ren all the time mwahaha
Softer in the morning sex, so best to try and drain him then
He’ll often let you ride him at times like those, or he’ll spoon you and fuck you from behind
Likes to watch you and Ren fuck, plain and simple
I think he’s a huge fan of giving and receiving head
To get him in a mood? Suck him off nice and slow, but gag a ton and breathe as little as possible
If he’s in a good mood? He’ll eat/suck the FUCK out of you. Over and over until you’re shaking, and even then, he might end up fucking you roughly
But sometimes he just gives head and admires your reactions
If ur afab...PERIOD AH PERIOD UH (aka period sex, it turns him on so much it's gross)
Probably gonna piss on you at some point, better than in u tho
Derek
Going off of the “Derek took you home” ending mwahaha
You’re getting fucked EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
You’re always gonna be subbing even if he yanks your ass on top and makes you ride him
Raw. Next question
Aka, if you’re afab, he gave you an IUD with that tracker.
“Like I’ll let some useless whore ruin my life with a kid!”
He almost always wants you begging, even if you’re enjoying it, you'd better act like you’re in pain or he’s gonna make it hurt
Sadistic af, you’re almost always bleeding
An upside is he does like to watch you cum, so you’ll finish most of the time
Seeing you lose it gives him an ego boost, like even if you hate him, he’s still making you cum, so boom double fun
Also, he can be really soft from time to time when he’s tired from work
Exhaustion from his dad can either lead to the beating of your life, or Derek's version of love…kinda
When he’s tired and feeling attached to you, he’ll just make you blow him and then cuddle him and order alcohol for you both
He says he loves you a lot when he's wasted, and might even cry to you about how much he needs you while fucking you terribly
He'll beat you if you bring it up, tho, so don't say nothin
Probably has a thing for public sex, too
He'll take you to parties, the casino, anywhere really, and fuck you right in front of everyone
Mason
Two words. Size. Difference.
Assuming you’re not the same size as him at least erm sorry for those over 6’5
He’s got a thing for chasing you down and fucking you in the woods, as we’ve seen
Sometimes he’ll switch it up and haul you back to the cabin to fuck the shit out of you; man is proud with the “meat” he brought back
Speaking of meat…HHEHEHEHEHE
He’s average length wise but THICK as fuck
You stretch painfully every time he fucks you because he almost always rushes into it
More “animalistic” if he just puts it in rather than prepping you, he says
Rips clothes like it is nobody's business
Secretly gets off on how his clothes swamp you and make you smell like him
Aftercare is actually pretty good here ("Ooooo this is noiceeee! Gurllllll")
Always gives you hearty food and water after, tea if it's cold outside
The morning after he cooks something especially reguvinating so you have your strength for more hunts ;) and cuz he liiiiikes you hehe
Cockwarms almost always after cumming in you
He has walked back to the cabin, carrying you with his dick inside you, because he didn't wanna pull out
You're still getting hunted in the winter btw, that will not end unfortunately
He will always give you a nice warm bath and cuddles after, though, so you don't get frostbite
He's a strong ass man, so he fucks you standing often
Either that or from behind, he's not the biggest fan of missionary but if you beg enough he'll do it
Ceilia
MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY
Can y’all tell she’s one of my favs…hehe
She is always dominant, even if you’re on top you are in absolutely NO control
Especially if you’re a man/masc presenting, she’s gonna love making you her bitch (WE LOVE OUR CANONICAL MISANGRIST)
Don’t worry, girlies! She will still gonna crush you <3
She’ll step on you in the fiercest pair of stilettos and then coo that you’re her “pretty little pet”
Let’s be honest she’s gonna make you paint her toenails (the color of your eyes if she’s feeling sappy), and after it dries she’ll have you massage and suck each one
Not full-on foot fetish, she just likes feeling above you
If you’re good she’ll let you suck her tits
If you’re bad you aint touchin her for a WEEK
Unless it’s to eat her out but even then maybe not
You're getting the strap no matter your gender
The one she uses will usually be a pristine, clear, 6 inch dildo, but she has MANY others
Same with toys; vibrators, wands/rabbits, butt plugs, etc
Back to my first point, she'll make you call her mommy
Or ma'am, but mostly mommy
If you have a dick, expect CBT
Less likely to have your puss tormented if you have one, but don't push it
Domestic sex is not frequent, but if you're in that ending where you run away together, sometimes, if she wakes up after a good night's rest, coffee and breakfast made, it'll be nice, slow, and loving
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Best: Dragon(Thickkkk fingers, also has patience and self control unlike his counterpart), Rire(He has aeons of experience, to doubt his expertise would be akin to saying it won't rain in the Rainforest), Celia(I'm Biased)
Good/Average: Strade(Fat, experienced fingers know their way around a machine, I doubt the concept isn't all that different when performed on a person), Lawrence(Slender dexterous fingers, penetrating deep rather than stretching; his pace can be a bit too lethargic and gentle for most tho), Jack, Mason(He doesn't do it often and when he does, It could either be the most world-shaking, transcendent orgasm of your life, or the most frustrating session of edging you'll ever experience; most days he leans towards the latter)
Bad...: Ren Hana/Fox (Claws... Probably not a good idea.), Komodo(Unlike his counterpart, he fingers you like he's searching for buried treasure; in conclusion, not a good time.), Derek(Rushed and unsatisfying, he cares more about his own pleasure)
Who'd kiss you with cum in your mouth:
Can and WILL get messy: Strade(He's gross. Ie. Its hardly a kiss and more of a filthy attempt at force-feeding you his cum and saliva), Ren(He's curious about the taste), Komodo(Makes you beg for it), Dragon(Also makes you beg for it, although he's a lot crueler. Ie. Making a cut against the roof of your mouth, watching the mess mix from light pink to crimson before kissing you.)
Only after you've swallowed: Rire, Fox( Makes you swallow out of possessiveness, not because he thinks its gross), Jack(He gets off on humiliating you, he'll force you to swallow; the edge of a blade dribbling thin crimsons rivulets against your throat, then calls you a slut for doing so)
Yuck. : Derek(Boyishly immature & hypocritical; he has no problem cumming in your mouth but God forbid he gets a taste of his own medicine), Celia(She has a image to uphold, who does she look like walking around with pussy on her breath), Cain(He'll make you beg for it until your vocal cords are raw and strained, just to call you disgusting for even asking)
Doesn't cum in your mouth: Lawrence( Not because he finds the act disgusting, but it's his personal preference to come into his hand, he doesn't want to 'taint' you more than he already has), Mason(Finishes somewhere on your body)
Potential Breeders?
Actively trying to knock you up: Ren Hana(Shamelessly fantisizes about you having his pups)
Circumstancial: Jack, Komodo, Dragon, Fox
NO.: Strade(He'd like to prolong this nice system he's built for himself, adding a kid to the mix would ruin everything) , Derek(Neither is he emotionally mature enough to have a kid nor would he actually raise the thing; there's a reason why you're on a steady supply of birth control), Mason, Lawrence(He's infertile, even if he wasn't - you couldn't look me in the eye and say this man could handle a child, let alone raise one), Rire
Dick Sizes?
(8+ in)Petah… the horse is here.: Rire, Mason, Lawrence(I'm biased, sue me), Cain,
(6-7 in) oh lord he comin: Strade, Jack, Dragon, Vincent
(5 in) I mean... It's ight.: Ren/Fox, Derek, Komodo, Sano
(3-4in or less) Whatever TS is🥀: Celia(Oh She's packing... Packing A gun.
• Requested by anon: It's totally fine if not but could you write a smut fic for Derek Morgan where he walks in on the reader and her bf having sex and the next day he turns back up to her apartment when she's alone and says something like " that orgasm wasn't real and we both know it , do you want a real one princess?" If not fine thanks xxxx
• Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (DON’T BE LIKE THEM FELLAS WRAP IT UP), curse words,
• Word count: 6.6K.
• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. I really don’t like how this turned out to be honest but here it is lol. I changed the request a bit, making the reader single and just having a quickie with a stranger because I don’t write about cheating, hope it’s okay xx love you all as always and thank you for your support ❤️
You'd always thought you deserved an Oscar, and that performance was the clearest proof of that.
You were having sex with a guy, Trevor, for the first time in months and he made you remember why so much time had passed since your last sexual encounter.
From time to time you remembered to moan, just not to stay too silent, with such fakeness you sounded like the most experienced porn actress.
You know those ones that you barely touch with a finger and they’re already screaming and moaning at the top of their lungs as if they were having the best orgasm of their life? That was you.
How the hell did that guy not even understand that your moans were fake? Even the damned stones would have understood.
But not him. Trevor seemed so satisfied with his performance and you could see from a mile away that he hadn’t touched a woman in years, that he was only and solely focused on his pleasure.
His hips were moving too frantically, he had no rhythm and it seemed as if he was chasing something.
It was these random encounters that made you hate sex. You weren’t one of those women who needed sex in their life 7 days a week, you were fine without it, but sometimes you needed that human contact, that adrenaline, that desire, feeling your intestines turned upside down and your organs moved from their original spot, you needed to feel like dying while having an orgasm.
God how you missed sex like that.
You hated to admit it, but the only man who had been able to make you feel so much pleasure, to make you forget your own name was him.
Stop, don’t think about him right now.
You realized you were too quiet so you started panting and moaning again as if Trevor was rocking your world instead of almost putting you to sleep.
Man, you regretted inviting him so bad.
But what could you say? Desperate times, called for desperate measures.
When the hell is it going to end?
“I’m coming…” he groaned and you mentally sighed in relief. You didn’t even bother faking an orgasm, you just got out of bed and locked yourself in the bathroom, not even saying a word, hoping Trevor would get the hint and leave before you came out.
You turned on the shower and waited for the water to get a little warm before entering the stall, your only thought directed towards your vibrator best friend who was impatiently waiting for you.
-
The case the BAU was working on was successfully closed and the unsub got arrested before he could kill his next victim. You were on the team jet, returning in Virginia, and you were making yourself a cup of tea when you felt a presence behind you.
You turned and rolled your eyes when you noticed Derek Morgan standing behind you, his muscular arms crossed over his chest and a sneering smirk — both panty-ripping and slapping — plastered on his face.
“What do you want now Morgan?”
You had noticed Derek giving you strange looks all day now, but you had never had the chance to ask him why since you were both busy on an important murder hunt. You weren’t sure how to describe the way he looked at you, like he was teasing you on one hand but also analyzing and scrutinizing you from head to toe on the other.
You and Derek weren’t complete strangers, to say the least.
You ended up in bed together after a night of drinking after a successfully closed case, months ago. You wanted to forget it, god you tried so hard, but your mind kept replying that night every day since it happened.
He thought you didn’t remember anything, but every time you looked at him you could only think about how that bastard had been the best and most beautiful sex of your life.
And you hated it.
Stupid Trevor, why did you have to be the worst sex of my life and make me believe even more I’ll never have something as overwhelming as I experienced it with Derek?
Both you and Derek silently decided it’d only be a one-night stand but there had certainly been no shortage of jokes and barbs from him, or the languid and mischievous glances he’d throw you, like he wanted to undress you with his gaze, or how he’d give you that panty-ripping grin when he caught you staring at him.
You had always thought that Derek was a handsome man, since you joined the BAU. You’d always fantasized about him from day one, god you was so attracted to him likefew, but knowing what it was like to have sex with him had turned your world upside down.
And it didn’t help that you were so frustrated after the Trevor fiasco.
That day Derek was wearing an all-black look, almost as if he knew how crazy he was driving you.
Please calm down now.
“Oh nothing, I just wanted a coffee,” he replied, his voice so husky and soothing that just hearing it almost made you want to beg him to give him a blowjob right there in front of everyone.
Fucks sake I’m becoming an animal.
Your heart almost stopped when you realized he had taken a step towards you, almost making your drop your cup.
“You’re welcome, the kitchen is all yours then.”
“How was your night?” he asked, making you stop in your tracks before you could exit the jet’s small kitchen.
You sipped your tea, your heart skipping a beat. “It went well.”
His grin grew even wider, and you wondered what the hell was going through his mind. “Just well?”
“What do you want, Morgan?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh nothing, baby girl. I just asked a simple question.” His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips and your mouth suddenly felt dry. Derek noticed the way you wet your lips with your tongue, even though it was completely unintentional.
Even though your stomach was in a tizzy, you feigned calm and tranquility as you took another sip of your tea. “Well, I answered you, now if you don’t mind, I’m going to…”
He cut you off. “You know, if I hadn’t known before, I would’ve actually given you an Oscar for Best Actress.”
You frowned. “What?”
His grin grew even bigger than it already was. Your breath caught for a moment as he took another step towards you.
He was close.
Too close.
Your eyes never left his, which despite the dim light shone like two bright beacons in the night. His scent flooded your nostrils and that was enough to rekindle your senses.
Why the fuck did it have to smell so good?
“Oh yeah,” he fake-groaned in a low but high-pitched tone and you wished the earth would swallow you right then.
That’s what the bastard was talking about, he heard you.
Derek Morgan heard you having sex and, in that moment, you hated Trevor even more.
“Why fake actress?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.
“You look so beautiful when you fake a confidence you don’t have,” he retorted, reaching up and stroking your cheek with his index finger. It took all of you not to lean into his touch and close your eyes. “But the blush on your cheeks always gives you away. It’s so damn cute.”
Your breathing was visibly quickening, and you found yourself putting the cup of tea on the sink because you knew it would slip out of your hands sooner or later. You tried to put distance between you and Derek, but the space was too small.
“Morgan, they could hear us.”
“We’re just talking,” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and — even though you fought it — you couldn’t help but look down at his lips, so beautiful and sensual. “I’m congratulating my dear colleague on her amazing performance.”
“Will you just stop? It wasn’t a performance. It was sex, have you ever heard of that, Morgan?”
He chuckled, his fingers still playing with the lock of your hair. “Oh yes, of course, that’s why I can tell reality from fiction and that orgasm, my beautiful agent, was the furthest thing from reality.”
“It’s not true,” you muttered, unable for the life of you to pretend and be more convinced. Derek’s eyes traveled along your body, making every cell that passed under his hungry gaze light up and set ablaze. He wet his lips and you almost moaned at the gesture. And that would’ve been a real moan. “You’re so creepy, did you really listen to me having sex with someone else?”
“It’s not my fault our rooms were practically attached,” he replied, his voice lowered and a hint of irritation surrounding it. “Believe me when I tell you the last thing I want is to hear you with someone else. But it comforts me to know that he wasn't even up to your level.”
“Oh, and what do you know? You weren't there with me.”
His chocolate brown eyes met yours again. His face came so terribly close to yours that you thought he was going to kiss you right then and there.
And the bad thing was that you wanted it and you were going to let him.
“Because I know what you look like when you're coming, I know what you sound like when your body is shaking with a real orgasm, I know how to touch you, how to make you lose your mind,” he whispered but his voice reached your ears powerfully. You clenched your hands into fists because that one whispered sentence made your vagina throb.
“You remember?” You whispered back, alternating your eyes between his and his lips. God how you wanted those lips on you, on every inch of your body.
You decided that you would think about how pathetic you sounded later.
His left arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards his body, already interrupting the tiny space between the two of you. A sigh escaped your lips involuntarily when you felt his erection press against you. Your hands, which were resting on his sculpted chest, clenched his shirt in a fist.
“I have done nothing but replicate that night for the last three and a half months, every fucking day.”
With his free hand, Derek moved your hair aside, letting it fall over your shoulders and leaving your neck free.
You sighed when he placed his hot mouth on your skin, leaving a series of chaste kisses that made you lose your mind. You forgot for a few moments where you were, that at any moment any member of the team could walk in there, but you couldn’t give a fuck.
“I know how your body shakes with pleasure, you pant uncontrollably, your moans aren’t loud,” he kissed that spot below your ear, “but they are so intense and so fucking sexy, I can come just hearing them. You don’t scream, but everything that came out of this mouth when you were with me was real. The way your body writhed, the way your pussy tightened around me was real. Tell me baby, did this happen with him? Did you feel like you were going to explode?”
“Oh God… Derek…” you muttered, your eyelids half-closed as his lips kissed your neck and his teeth nibbled your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. You didn’t even realize you’d tilted your head to the side to give him more access but you didn’t care, if that man wanted to fuck you right there, you would’ve let him without hesitation, even if it meant everyone would catch you.
That’s how desperate you were.
“I don’t think so,” he answered his own question and raised his head so he could look at you.
You bit your bottom lip, trying hard to hold back the urge to kiss him until you were out of breath.
His erection continued to press harder and harder against your body and you writhed, just wanting some relief.
“I tried to forget about that night, believe me. I was drunk but I remember every single gasp, every breathy moan, everything that dirty mouth said to me,” his thumb traced your bottom lip and you parted your lips spontaneously, your breathing quickening and your heart beating like you had just done a hard workout. “I remember perfectly the way you looked at me, how your eyes shone while you had my dick in your mouth, how you smiled at me when you turned around and looked at me while I fucked you from behind… Every little detail is burned into my memory and I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.”
“Fuck Derek please…” But you were begging him for what? You didn’t know.
His lips slammed against yours before you could finish that sentence and you moaned.
Yes, damn it, you moaned, and all you could do was pray that no one had heard you.
Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck as he held you tightly against his body, both of his hands gripping your hips with a firm, steady grip. His tongue wasted no time in possessing your mouth as soon as you gave him the chance and you lost yourself in that kiss.
All the frustration that had built up ignited like a match hitting gasoline, ready to explode and drag you into the ash.
You were rubbing yourself against him, his erection so hard you wanted nothing more than to free it.
“Y/n! Can you get me a cup of tea too please?” You heard JJ’s voice and that little bubble you and Derek were trapped in burst, making you separate from each other.
“Yes, I’ll be right there!” You exclaimed back, never taking your eyes off Derek whose chest was rising and falling rapidly in response to yours, his lips slick with saliva.
“Don’t even think for a second this is over,” he whispered, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll kill before I let another man take what’s mine.”
“Not very jealous, huh?” You bit your lip and he sucked in a breath.
“Yeah. I’m quite possessive of what’s mine.”
“Since when?”
He grabbed your face with one hand with a tight grip, determined to leave you no escape but at the same time gentle, careful not to hurt you or leave marks. “From this moment on you are. Understood?” He kissed you one last time and you found yourself nodding in a trance like a poor idiot.
Girl stand the fuck up!
“See you soon, baby.”
When Derek had said those last words you didn’t think he was serious but when that same evening he knocked on your doorbell, you couldn’t hide your amazement and — above all — your excitement.
God what kind of witchcraft had that man done to you?
You waited a couple of moments before opening, just to keep him on his toes.
When you opened the door Derek revealed himself at his best, breathtakingly wonderful. You noticed he had changed clothes, he was wearing a white shirt and black pants and you wondered why he had dressed so elegantly to come to you.
But then you remembered when you—still drunk—told him how sexy he looked in a white shirt.
Needless to say, the memory of it made you want to bury yourself.
“Took you a long time, baby girl,” he grinned, a cheeky smirk plastered across his lips as he took pleasure in the way your eyes hungrily roamed over his body.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you, this isn’t over.” He took a step toward you and then walked past you into your house, not even waiting to be invited in. Typical Derek Morgan.
“Come in, I guess,” you muttered under your breath before closing the door and following him into the living room. You watched him sit on your couch, legs spread and arms stretched over the back, his eyes on you as they devoured you.
He was so fucking hot you wished you had Reid’s eidetic memory so you could never forget that image.
He looked like a king sitting on his throne, ready to spit out orders and sentences left and right that you’d have happily obeyed whatever he asked.
Good job, sending back feminism back a hundred years.
His presence filled your modest home, it felt like every inch of it belonged to him and a part of you hated how good he looked sitting there on your couch.
He nodded to the empty seat next to him, never taking his eyes off you, as he looked at you and observed you so intently almost as if he wanted to find your most intimate secrets.
“You want something?”
His eyes traveled down your body and for a moment you cursed yourself for not wearing something sexier than a simple t-shirt and shorts. But, in your defense, you didn’t think he’d actually show up at your house.
He nodded as he looked back up at your face. “You.”
Your stomach clenched in on itself and for a moment you didn’t know what to do. Your options ranged between kneeling in front of him and running away to your bedroom and locking yourself in just because of the intensity of his gaze.
“Should I drag you here or what? I don’t bite, you know.”
“I wish,” you muttered under your breath but the deep, sexy chuckle that escaped his lips proved that it wasn’t as short as you thought.
“Come here, baby girl.”
Your feet moved on command and you stepped towards him. You were about to sit down but he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, making you sit on his lap.
Your arms spontaneously wrapped around his neck, just like they had done that same afternoon during that kiss. Your eyes looked and studied his face as if you hadn’t already imprinted every detail of his features in your memory.
Desperate? Very much so. But who could blame you.
That man was walking sex.
And he was sitting on your couch.
“I don’t understand you…” you started to speak, trying for a moment to think with your brain and not with your vagina.
“About what? I’m afraid you need to be more specific, baby.” Just as it had happened only a few hours before, his fingers began to play with a lock of your hair that had escaped from your messy ponytail.
“All of this. We had sex months ago, we both pretended it never happened and even forgotten about it. You hear me with another man, and now you act like this, you want me, you come to my home… I don’t understand Derek. What do you want?”
“I already told you. I want you,” he replied, “And I don’t want any other son of a bitch to put his dirty hands on you.”
“And why? What has changed from today until a few days ago when you were pretending nothing was happening?”
“You call what happened in these last few months ‘pretend nothing happened’?”
He was right about that, there had been times when you and Derek had been close, so close to ending up in bed again and breaking your promises. Even when you were around people there was always that attraction that pulled you towards each other.
He paused a little. “You really want to know what changed?”
You nodded.
His fingers moved to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek with a sweetness that almost made you go crazy.
“Absolutely nothing, that’s what changed. I’m as obsessed with you as I’ve been since that damn night and as I’ve been since I laid eyes on you the day you stepped foot in the unit.” His words, although almost whispered, were firm and his eyes never left yours as he spoke, almost as if he was trying to convince you he was sincere. “I pretended to forget for you, because that’s what you wanted and because I didn’t want to make things worse since you didn’t even look at me for two weeks, right?”
He wasn’t wrong.
You didn’t say anything.
“I was so stupid and I’m sorry. If I had done something we wouldn’t have, or at least I wouldn’t have, spent three and a half months of torture. Seeing you every day at work and not being able to touch you, seeing you and reliving every minute of that night we spent together with the knowledge it wasn’t going to happen again,” he sighed, a hand stroking your back. “Seeing you and knowing there was another bastard who was lucky enough to be with you. I imagined you would’ve eventually be with someone else, but hearing it… It was awful and I’ll be damned if I’ll let that happen again.”
He moved closer to you and pressed a kiss to your cheek while his other hand was still resting on the other cheek.
You chuckled. “Lucky you, first time I have sex with someone and you manage to hear me.”
“Wait, really? He was the only one?”
“Well… Yeah… I tried but you rocked my world pretty bad Agent Morgan,” you spoke as your fingers caressed the back of his neck. “You know, I always hoped you’d try again because with or without alcohol in my system as an excuse, I would’ve given in in a nanosecond.”
He frowned. “Don’t play with me. If you think I’ve never hit on you these past months then you’re completely wrong, you know you’ve always been the one to say no.”
“Well you’re right about that,” you chucked, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose and watching him try to suppress a smile. “It’s just… Like I said, I thought you didn’t remember that night, I told myself it was a one night stand and I’d definitely find someone else who…” you paused “Oh and wipe that grin off your face.”
“No, no, go ahead, baby girl. I love hearing about how I’ve turned your life upside down with my sexual skills.”
“Idiot.” You laughed and gave him a small slap on the back of the head. “I was saying… Trevor was the first one I hooked up with but… Well… As you could hear it was a disaster, I had to use my vibrator when he left.”
“Oh well well, that’s the really interesting part. Tell me more, baby, I’m all ears,” he smirked and you giggled like a schoolgirl. Yep. Like a schoolgirl.
God, you were so fucked.
“Seriously? How are you already hard?” You said, gasping as you felt his erection press under your thigh.
“Baby I’m always hard when you’re around. Especially now, you’re sitting on me, looking so beautiful, smelling so good and you’re telling me about how you touched yourself, c’mon what did you expect?”
You stood up from his lap, earning a confused look from him but before he could ask what you were doing you positioned yourself on top of him again, this time straddling him as your legs surrounded his.
A mischievous smile appeared on his lips while his hands wasted no time gripping your ass. You sighed, in that position you could perfectly feel his erection pressed against your pussy and that was enough to rekindle the desire.
You caressed his shirt-covered chest, with slow and sensual movements, without his eyes ever leaving you. He looked at you as if you were the eighth wonder of the world, as if he was a pirate and you were the treasure he had just discovered.
“So you want to know how I lay naked in bed, still dripping wet from the shower, how I spread my legs and put the vibrator on my pussy while I thought about you and how you fucked me so, so good?” You whispered in his ear and his fingers tightened on your ass, pressing you more onto his erection and making you sigh again.
“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth. You placed your lips on his neck and he immediately tilted his head to the side, giving you full access. You stuck out your tongue and began to lick his skin while your lips sucked and your teeth nibbled.
Derek let out a deep, guttural moan as you sucked and licked his skin. His hands continued to squeeze, press and grope your ass more and more, almost as if trying to release the tension he felt.
“Do you want me to show you?” You nibbled on his earlobe, basically dry humping each other.
“What?” he asked, dazed and confused.
You let out a chuckle. “How I used to touch myself thinking about you.”
You didn’t know where that confidence was coming from, you just knew you were horny as hell, that you were done talking and that this time you weren’t going to let anything stop that man from fucking you six ways into Sunday.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, please.”
You giggled. “So desperate.”
“For you? You don’t have a clue.”
“Come with me.”
“I’d rather come in you. Actually, no, I believe in my pants if you keep this up.”
You burst out laughing again before getting up from his lap. You held out your hand and pulled him up with you before leading him to your bedroom. Did you have to say how he didn’t keep his hands to himself for even a second and how he kept touching your ass nonstop? No, you could imagine by now.
He was undressing you with his eyes. His gaze continued to travel up and down your body, analyzing every inch of exposed skin and imagining every depraved thing he could do to you.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said and wrapped his arm around your hips, pulling you closer to his body. His mouth was on yours before you could respond and for the second time that day, he sucked the soul out of you, kissing you until you were breathless.
This time, however, there was nothing that could stop you.
You were a mix of wandering hands, sighs, you touched each other as if it was the first time and as if you never wanted it to end.
Derek wasted no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. The air was thicker and hotter, your body possessed by the sensation of being engulfed in flames.
His hands moved to your face, one around your throat and the other around your ponytail which he pulled, forcing you to lean your head back.
Your mouth was still half open in an attempt to catch your breath after that pornographic kiss. You moaned when his lips kissed your neck, when you felt his tongue slide over your skin leaving a wet trail behind it, his teeth nipping and his lips simultaneously sucking every inch of skin he could access.
“Oh Derek…” you sighed in ecstasy as he continued to lick and suck the skin of your neck, moving down your chest and then back up, almost in disbelief that after months of pent up frustration his imagination had finally come true.
“Yeah baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re so beautiful it drives me crazy,” he whispered against your lips and you closed the distance, sucking in his breath and canceling out his words.
You slid your hands down his chest and, in the heat and frenzy of finally having him naked, you ripped open his shirt, ripping the buttons and letting them fall scattered across the floor.
You pulled away as your brain processed what you had done and you gasped, noticing the now ruined and open shirt, his chest on full display. “Oh God Derek I’m so…”
Before you finished your sentence he grabbed you by the back of the neck and slammed his mouth hard on yours again, this time stopping your words, kissing you so deeply and so intensely that your knees went weak.
It was sloppy, messy, and the best kisses you’d ever had.
That’s what you’ve been missing.
The feeling of the ground disappearing beneath your feet, of having a person who wanted you so much your absence took his breath away, to the point that he couldn’t stop kissing you, touching you, breathing the same air as you.
“If you do something like that again you’ll make me come in my pants before we even start and don’t think for a second that I’m kidding,” he murmured against your lips between kisses and you smiled, letting out a giggle. You hated and loved the way that man made you giggle like a little girl.
Before you could even realize it, both of your clothes ended up on the floor, leaving you both naked. As his mouth continued to devour you, you slowly backed away until you both fell onto the mattress, his arms resting on either side of your head to cushion his weight on you.
You moaned as his lips trailed down your neck to encircle your breasts, first the right and then the left, biting and sucking on your nipples as his fingers spread your pussy, penetrating you with them with absolute ease.
“Derek please…” you sighed as he pushed his fingers in and out of you. “I want you so bad, fuck please.”
“So wet for me, my sweet, dirty little angel… All mine to ruin,” he murmured as he continued to brush your lips with his and you nodded, desperate, in the throes of pleasure as your hands cupped his face.
“Yes, yes, all yours, yes…” you felt your walls begin to contract and you knew your orgasm was already upon you. God, how you hated to admit it, but there was no man like Derek who could make you lose your mind, who could bring you to the edge with just two fingers.
You kept writhing beneath him, overwhelmed by the pleasure that you had missed so much, so intense you almost passed out.
“I’m… Oh God…” You dragged your nails over his bicep.
“Yes baby, come on my fingers, show me how only I make you feel,” he whispered in your ear as his lips licked and marked your skin and it sent you over the edge, making you explode in an orgasm not even your vibrator had ever given you.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath but he didn’t give you time to recover because he had spread your legs and positioned himself between them again, lining up his cock with your entrance.
He wrapped his hand around your throat and you gasped, feeling your head spinning and light, as if you were on some kind of narcotic. What the hell had that man done to you?
“I want to eat your pussy until I pass out but I need, I need to be inside you right now,” he continued to tease you with his cock, rubbing it along your wet folds, making you both pant with anticipation. Before you could respond though, he entered you and in that moment you finally felt complete.
“Oh shit yes…” you moaned, breathless, enjoying the feeling of fullness. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed under his breath, breathing heavily as he concentrated on not coming right away. But too much time had passed and your pussy felt so damn good that he literally had to think about other things to keep from exploding right then and there.
“Please move,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into his ass, your body shaking with the desire, the kind of pleasure you knew only Derek could give you.
“Fuck baby stop squeezing me like that or I’ll come before I even get started.” His voice was rough, desperate, the restraint in his tone barely hanging on. He finally started moving his hips, rolling them in a slow, controlled rhythm that sent a stinging jolt of pleasure through your body.
It wasn’t enough though, not to satisfy you completely. But Derek was doing it on purpose, he wanted to torture you, he wanted to make you beg and go crazy for every inch of him and it was safe to say he was doing it perfectly. He fucked you slowly, deeply—too deeply, making you feel him in every inch of your body.
You continued to pant as he fucked you, tension building in your stomach, tightening with each of his thrust, your hands pressing into his back so deeply they left marks.
You never looked away from his eyes, not even for a second.
And neither did he.
“God Derek please, give me more… I need more,” you panted. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours, both of them coated in sweat, his lips parted as his ragged breath tickled your mouth. You kissed him deeply, your gasps and moans mixing as well as his own.
His muscles were shaking, every inch of his body trying to resist letting go completely but he didn’t want to. He wanted to last as long as possible, to experience that feeling of pleasure and euphoria as long as he could, especially after so long.
“Fuck,” he groaned again, his voice strained as his fingers pressed tightly into your hip. “You destroy me.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and licked and bit every inch of your skin he could reach, making you literally tremble beneath him.
When he raised his head again you kissed him again, biting his bottom lip, sucking his tongue. This made him thrust deeper and that almost made your heart stop.
“Shit yes do it again,” you moaned, “Break baby, break for me. I want to feel all of you… Please,” you brushed your lips against him, your hands on his cheeks.
And that’s when he completely snapped.
He started moving his hips deeper, harder, keeping up a rhythm so devastating it consumed you completely, made you lose your mind.
“Fuuuuck yes baby,” you gasped, almost breathless as he kept hitting over and over again that spot inside you. “Just like that oh my god, ah…”
“Baby I’m not… Fucking hell… I’m not gonna last…” He couldn’t hold back any longer, buried so deep inside you, wrapped in heat, in need, in the unbearable pleasure of your body. “This pussy feels so good, all mine to fuck.”
You tried to say something but it was almost impossible. You were losing yourself and as you dragged your nails down his back, holding him tighter, you felt another orgasm build up inside you.
Your breathing became frantic, your back arching beneath him, and he knew you were as close as he was. He could feel the way you tightened around him, your body responding to every stroke of his dick.
“Derek…” you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as you crashed your lips against his. Your kiss was frantic now, desperate as his hands grabbed a fistful of your hair.
“Come for me,” he groaned into your ear, his voice raw with need. “Let go, baby. I got you.”
That was all it took.
You shattered beneath him with a cry, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper, and that was enough to send him over the edge, his own climax crashing through him like a tsunami.
He collapsed onto the mattress next to you, drained of energy as he waited for his soul to return to his body. He pulled you into a hug, holding you as if you were a lifeline. Your arm wrapped around his torso, your head resting on his chest as you felt the frantic beat of his heart in your ear.
“My God Derek, you’re destroying me. I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore,” you murmured, your eyes half closed. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment as his free hand caressed your hair—which you had no doubt resembled a swallow’s nest at that moment—and your face.
“Look at me,” he whispered instead and cupped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head towards him before kissing you softly. “How can you be so beautiful?”
You smiled, before kissing him again. “Now what?”
He raised his perfect eyebrow in question.
“Between us, I mean.”
He frowned. “I thought I made myself clear enough. You’re mine just as much as I’m yours, don’t think for a second that it’ll go back to the way it was before. I want you and I want to explore what’s between us.”
You opened your mouth to speak but he continued, stopping you. “And if you think I’m going to let another man get close to you, you’re sorely mistaken, I know a thousand ways to kill and ten thousand ways to get away with it, remember that.”
You fought back a smile, a flock of butterflies flooding your stomach. “So it’s already decided? I don’t have a choice?”
“Yes and no,” he said, dead serious. “You won’t get away from me again, I’ve already made this mistake once and it won’t happen again.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, and you snuggled up to him again, but not before planting a kiss on his lips. “There’s no danger Agent Morgan. Aside from ruining me for everyone else, I already told you that you rocked my world pretty bad.”
“That’s what I love to hear,” he smiled triumphantly, before hugging you. “Damn I’m so obsessed with you,” he kissed you, over and over again.
Hello Hello, We meet again Nessy! I have forth with another idea for sfawtde/dawtde!
I am so not using this to cope!
D3rlord x Love! Female! Reader x Avery!
Waiter, Oneshot Please!
Plot: The reader will be based on the Iloveyou virus and a lil bit of Eternal Sugar for this. Similar to the king if yellow, being a god, instead, a nice one but just sort of lonely.
does not like the king for being boring and horrifying. they rather be nice than that entity.
so for this order, Derek and Avery go to a cave deep to mine, the reader both of them and wishes to meet in person. since they are mostly feared by most minecraft players as a virus and some even deleting them.
they just hope for company. so they transported bith of them to their world, a complete contrast of the king's worlds. it is almost like a paradise. (make it like ESC's)
As Avery happily tries everything and having fun while Derek does not trust them as he refuses the offerings by their servants.
eventually, the reader explains to both their backstory, with Avery feeling bad and crying while Derek accepts them in.
and now the reader is no longer lonely as they both hug both. plus they watch or stalk both of them through their computers respectfully. like through a popup or one of those companions that wander off through the computer btw :3
also writes them king messages when they need it, in return, hang out with them and with both telling them about the outside world.
TY!
Ooo, you're scratching a new part in my brain and I love how you think!
The idea of a virus-esque reader is already very intriguing because I love non-human entity readers already but also a digital being?? Ugh, take my liver- /j
As requested, She/her reader and I hope you enjoy~
You were one of the lesser known eldritch entities.
Other eldritch beings saw you as soft and too mortal for your status.
But can they blame you? Ever since you started existing you were craving to be loved and tried to understand mortals because entities like the King in Yellow were far too boring and stubborn. Although, sometimes his chosen vessels interested you.
Just like today, when you managed to spot his newest victims before they even met him. It was a rare occurance but that meant you had a chance.
Before they could descend towards the King, you decided to open a hole underneath them. It served as a portal to your "garden", as you called it. Really, it was a world that just had a pink-ish sky, matching clouds all around and some unique creatures floating around like Allays, bearing a much cuter and much tinier resemblance to you. You could control the world and your little minions fully but you did expect them to need more convincing since you did just kidnap them...
Don't be afraid, I had wished to save you from your fates!
You knew that message would probably not do you any favours, given that you were still a strange entity to them. An eldritch being warping itself into a form they could comprehend to gain their trust but struggling to find a size that can still make you feel bigger without it seeming threatening.
Most were afraid or disturbed in the past, be it from your form or behaviour, but you always tried to learn from the mortals that slipped from your grasp and adjust to one day convince someone to stay in your world. To stay with you.
But first meetings never get easier. There just isn't one way to introduce mortals into your realm without them feeling alarmed.
<TheMostMayo> This would be creative for a bedwars map but I doubt we're all that safe
<D3rlord3> It kind of reminds me of the Aether
I could have it look like the Aether too if you'd prefer.
You were aware how risky it was but you let the world shift around the two, disconnecting land between islands and spreading them across the expanse. You hadn't seen much of the Aether itself but heard enough from previous victims visitors to get a rough idea. Floating islands, winged creatures, the whole deal. You didn't know how to make the winged creatures though so you had to settle with only changing the world itself.
But one goal was clear; You could not let them leave.
It was maybe after an hour of you trying to have your chibi-duplicates offer them various items to convince them to stay which only seemed to satisfy Avery but Derek's refusal made you a little nervous. Were your offerings not good enough? Did he not like the world? Was he bored?
<D3rlord3> Can we ask questions?
You were puzzled. Of course you'd be happy to answer any questions they had and were already going over all your explanations for the questions previous guests had asked.
'They couldn't leave because another entity was after them.' 'You just want them to be comfortable in your "garden".' 'They weren't the first and won't be the last.' 'You were fascinated with mortal beings and want to understand them.'
<D3rlord3> What are you?
Now that... Made you pause. So much so that even your mini-clones stopped to look taken aback. No one's ever asked you to describe yourself. You even hesitated to answer because how do you explain your existence to a being that shouldn't normally be able to comprehend your true form?
I'm
The word lingered in chat but the two seemed to patiently wait for an answer as your unease washed over you. How much of the truth would be too much? How much would you reveal before they inevitably tried to leave?
I'm something completely different from you. A being that could drive you insane from trying to understand its true form. However, I have crafted myself a form that will be easier on your minds and eyes. I am a being that seeks something rooted in your very existence.
Yeah, that should do, right? Surely that's enough to-
<TheMostMayo> But why us? There's lots of others out there?
<D3rlord3> And why can't we leave?
Did they try to leave?! Oh no, oh no no no- That won't do!
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN
I CAN'T BE ALONE AGAIN
The messages flooded out of you before you could stop them. A blinding panic having lured you out of hiding to teleport in front of them, your towering frame shaking from the thought of loneliness. You were desperate not to lose another guest and them logging off would mean the King could follow them again! You couldn't let that happen!
I beg of you
I will do anything but I can't let him get to you
I can't take being alone again
I just need more time to understand you
They could hear your faint cries through their headphones. It sounded nothing like a human crying but that was all the more convincing they would need to believe you.
<TheMostMayo> Is someone after us? I'm sure we can figure something out to help you as you helped us!
<D3rlord3> Who is it?
You debated telling them but not telling them now would be suspicious and push them away, somethingyou couldn't afford at the moment.
The King in Yellow. He sought a new vessel and you two were fated to be tortured for it if I hadn't brought you here. His realm is closed off to me just as mine is closed off to him so I had hope that if you stayed, he would eventually grow bored and leave you be.
But I also wanted to avoid alarming you with telling you everything right away.
You mortals are quite interesting and hard to understand because you all react so differently to the same situations.
Your form beyond their sight shivered in anticipation and you caught yourself mimicking the nervous behaviours you had witnessed from previous guests. Maybe it was your obsession with mortals that had an influence over your own behaviour now but their lack of reaction gave you a sense of confidence. Maybe they would accept you even just a little longer?
<TheMostMayo> Then maybe we could stay a little longer!
<TheMostMayo> And if we need to, we could probably just avoid making a new world or even leave minecraft running if you really need us to stay
<D3rlord3> Although it would be better if we could actually shut off the game and save more on the energy bills
You were far too excited, swooping down to meet them in the form of a player model only twice their size with blocky wings you modeled yourself for a prettier look. Plus, moving the wings sometimes helped with feeding your craving for human admiration. Their screens did glitch a bit from how your model moved outside of the game's limitations to hug them with way too fluid movements all around but they didn't seem to fight back upon seeing the excitement in the chat.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
I promise I'll make sure you won't forget it and I'll wait patiently if you promise to return even after the King gives up!
Anything you want, I'll do it!
It was odd, being hugged by a much larger entity and just having to accept that they've become your friends now and there was no going back since you seemed determined to protect them... Yeah, maybe they shouldn't mentioned how much your behaviour reminded them of a dog...
A... Big and... Eldritch one but... Well...
At least now you had some friends to tell you what the real world was like? Though you might want to hold onto the thought of choosing a vessel to see it for yourself... Wouldn't want to stop to the same level as the King with his foolish plans...
At least your patience awarded you a cute a new form to interact with them outside of the game and learn even more about humans. Were they playing it safe or actually trusting you?
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Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my imagination, except hotie Tahir raj Bhasin (derek). References to real Mumbai landmarks are used fictitiously for atmosphere. Depictions of "ragging" or conflict are for dramatic tension and do not reflect the author's values or institutional policies.
Derek (from chhichhore) x reader
his love language, calling her laila... His Laila
Chapter- I
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The Mumbai humidity was at its peak, the kind of heavy heat that made the Gothic arches of the college look like they were sweating.
It was "Fresher’s Week," a time of organized chaos where the hierarchy of the food chain was established.
Derek pulled through the main gates on his blacked-out Cafe Racer, the roar of the engine bouncing off the stone walls.
He wasn't supposed to park in the inner courtyard—that was reserved for faculty—but Derek lived in the grey areas of the law. He kicked the kickstand down, pulled off his helmet, and shook out his dark, messy hair.
He was reaching for his cigarettes when he heard the whistling.
In the center of the dusty sports ground, a group of third-year seniors had cornered the new batch of girls. It was "normal" ragging—nothing malicious, just the usual Bombay college initiation: singing cheesy Bollywood songs or wearing their dupattas as turbans.
Derek leaned against his bike, lighting up, prepared to be bored. But then, he saw her.
y/n was standing in the middle of a circle of shouting seniors.
Unlike the other girls who were giggling nervously or on the verge of tears, she stood with a quiet, terrified dignity.
The afternoon sun hit her face, illuminating skin that looked like silk and eyes that were wide, dark, and shimmering with unshed salt.
"Aye, Fresher!" one of the senior guys shouted, grinning.
"Itna ghuman kis baat ka? (Why so much pride?) Sing 'Chaiyya Chaiyya' and do the hook step, or you’re not leaving this circle."
y/n’s voice trembled, barely audible over the distant roar of the city traffic.
"Please... mujhe ghar jaana hai. (Please... I want to go home.)"
Derek stopped mid-inhale.
There was something about the way she held her notebooks to her chest, like a shield, that made his chest tighten. She looked so soft, so out of place in this concrete jungle—like a wildflower growing in the middle of a Mumbai pothole.
"Hey! Laila!" Derek’s voice cut through the air like a knife.
The circle went dead silent. The seniors turned, their bravado evaporating the moment they saw the leather jacket and the cold, genius-level indifference in Derek’s eyes.
Derek exhaled a plume of smoke and walked toward them, his boots crunching on the dry grass.
He stopped right in front of y/n.
Up close, she smelled like jasmine and nervous energy. He could see a single bead of sweat trailing down her temple.
He didn't look at the seniors. He only looked at her.
"Naam kya hai?" (What's your name?) he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle, dropping the usual sandpaper grit.
"y/n,...y/n Malhotra" she whispered, looking up at him.
She had to crane her neck; he was a head taller, a wall of rebellion standing between her and the world.
Derek turned his head slightly toward the seniors, his expression shifting into something dangerous.
"Ho gaya drama? Ya main Dean ko bataun ki tum log ground mein circus chala rahe ho? (Done with the drama? Or should I tell the Dean you're running a circus in the ground?)"
"Derek sir, we were just having fun—" the leader stammered.
"Chalo, katlo yahan se. Fatafat." (Move it, get out of here. Fast.)"
As the crowd dispersed in a hurry, the ground suddenly felt too big and too quiet. y/n let out a breath she’d been holding for a lifetime.
Her knees wobbled, and she instinctively reached out, her small hand catching the sleeve of Derek’s jacket.
The contact felt like an electric shock. Derek, the guy who calculated quantum physics for fun, suddenly couldn't remember how to breathe.
Her face was so innocent, so untouched by the cynicism of this city.
"You okay?" he asked, his thumb tracing the edge of his lighter.
"Thank you," she said, her Hindi sounding soft and melodic.
"Aap... aap sab ki madad aise hi karte hain?" (Do you always help everyone like this?)"
Derek felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, though his heart was hammering a rhythm he didn't recognize.
"Nahi. Sirf unki jinka chehra itna masoom ho ki dekh kar math ke equations bhool jaun." (No. Only those whose faces are so innocent that looking at them makes me forget math equations.)"
He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a second too long on her skin.
y/n blushed a deep, dusty rose, her gaze dropping to her shoes.
"I’m Derek, Derek Kapoor... 3rd year," he said, stepping back to give her space, though he already knew he never wanted to be far from her again.
"Sambhal kr jaana, y/n. Bombay thoda tezz hai... aur main bhi. (Go carefully, y/n. Bombay is a bit fast... and so am I.)"
He turned back to his bike, but he didn't put his helmet on until he saw her safely reach the college gates.
He had come to the ground to park a bike, but for the first time in his life, Derek felt like he was the one who had been parked—stuck, completely and hopelessly, on a girl he didn't even know.
The St. Xavier’s library was a cathedral of silence, mahogany, and the scent of centuries-old dust.
Large arched windows looked out over the Mumbai skyline, but today, they were blurred by a thick grey sheet of rain.
y/n had fled here to find peace.
The encounter on the ground a few days ago had left her restless.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that sharp jawline and the way his leather jacket smelled of tobacco and the monsoon.
She walked deep into the "Stacks"—the narrow, dimly lit aisles where the rare reference books were kept.
She needed a specific volume of Advanced Calculus. Finding it on the highest shelf, she stood on her tiptoes, fingers straining.
"Looking for this? Ya height ka intezar kar rahi ho?" (Or are you waiting for your height to grow?)
The voice was like a low vibration right behind her ear.
y/n jumped, her heart leaping into her throat. She spun around, only to find herself trapped between the bookshelf and the solid chest of Derek.
He looked different today. No leather jacket—just a black t-shirt with sleeves rolled up to reveal a tattoo of a complex mathematical fractal on his forearm.
He reached up effortlessly, his arm brushing her shoulder as he pulled the heavy book from the shelf.
"Derek," she breathed, her voice echoing in the hallowed silence.
"Pehchann liya? I'm honored," he smirked, flipping the book open. He didn't hand it to her. Instead, he leaned one hand against the shelf, effectively boxing her in.
"Calculus? First year ke liye thoda zyada nahi hai?" (Isn't this a bit much for a first year?)
"I like a challenge," y/n replied, trying to regain her composure, though the proximity was making it hard to think.
"Aur aap? Yahan kya kar rahe hain? Everyone says you never attend classes." (And you? What are you doing here?)
Derek leaned in closer, the smirk fading into something more intense. The light from the window caught the amber flecks in his eyes.
"Main yahan chupne aata hoon, y/n. Duniya se... aur khud se." (I come here to hide, Y/N. From the world... and from myself.) He paused, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her eyes.
"Lekin aaj lagta hai, chupne ki jagah milne ki wajah mil gayi." (But today it feels like instead of a place to hide, I found a reason to be found.)
He began flipping through the pages of the book he just pulled down. He stopped at a blank page at the back and pulled a pen from his pocket.
With a fluid, practiced motion, he scribbled a single, long equation.
"Solve this," he challenged, sliding the book into her hands.
Y/N looked at it. It was a mess of integrals and Greek symbols.
"This isn't in our syllabus."
"Zindagi syllabus se nahi chalti, meri Laila." (Life doesn't run on a syllabus.) He leaned down so his lips were inches from her temple.
"If you solve it by tomorrow, I’ll buy you the best cutting chai in South Bombay. If you can’t... you have to tell me why you were looking for me in the hallways yesterday."
Y/N’s breath hitched. "I—I wasn't looking for you."
Derek gave a knowing, wolfish grin.
"Tumhari aankhen jhoot bolna nahi jaanti. Seekh lo... kaam aayega is sheher mein." (Your eyes don't know how to lie. Learn it... it'll help in this city.)
He straightened up and began to walk away, his footsteps silent on the carpeted floor.
"Derek!" she whispered-yelled.
He stopped and turned, one eyebrow arched.
"The equation," she said, clutching the book to her chest.
"It’s missing a constant. It’s unsolvable without the limit."
Derek froze. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face—not the smirk of a rebel, but the look of a man who had finally found a match for his mind.
He walked back, took her pen, and added a small x to infinity symbol.
"Genius bhi ho. Problem ho jayegi," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. (You're a genius too. This is going to be a problem.)
"Why?"
"Kyuki ab mujhe tumse peecha chhudane mein aur bhi takleef hogi." (Because now I'll have an even harder time getting you out of my head.)
He winked, tapped the cover of her book twice, and disappeared into the shadows of the library, leaving y/n standing in the quiet, her heart racing faster than any Mumbai local train.
The next day, Bombay decided to show its true colors. The sky was a bruised purple, and the rain wasn't just falling—it was reclaiming the city.
y/n sat in the college canteen, the air thick with the smell of fried samosas and wet umbrellas.
In front of her lay the library book. She hadn’t slept.
She had spent the entire night under her table lamp, her fingers stained with ink, chasing the variables Derek had thrown at her like a challenge.
She had done it. At 3:14 AM, the chaos of the equation had collapsed into a single, beautiful integer.
"Solving for 'X', or just staring at the page until it surrenders?"
The stool next to her scraped against the floor. Derek sat down, looking effortlessly cool in a damp grey hoodie, droplets of rain clinging to his eyelashes.
He placed a steaming paper cup of cutting chai on the table between them.
y/n didn't say a word.
She simply turned the book around. At the bottom of his messy scribbles, she had written the answer in her neat, rhythmic cursive.
Answer = 1
Derek stared at the page. For a moment, the charismatic rebel was gone, replaced by a stunned silence.
He looked at the answer, then at her, his eyes tracing the slight dark circles under her eyes that told him she’d stayed up for him.
"Tum sach mein khatarnaak ho," he muttered, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. (You are truly dangerous.)
"A promise is a promise," y/n said, her voice gaining a newfound confidence.
"You owe me the best chai in South Bombay. Aur ye canteen ki chai count nahi hoti." (And this canteen tea doesn't count.)
Derek’s eyes darkened with something softer than mischief.
"This isn't South Bombay, y/n. This is just college. If you want the real deal, you have to leave the campus gates."
He stood up and extended a hand. It was a silent invitation—a bridge between her world of rules and his world of rain-slicked roads.
y/n looked at his hand, then at the crowded canteen.
If she walked out with him, her reputation as the "Good Girl" would be over before the first semester ended.
She took his hand. His skin was warm, his grip firm and grounding.
The ride to Marine Drive was a blur of neon lights reflected in puddles.
y/n clung to the back of Derek’s leather jacket, her face pressed against his shoulder to shield herself from the wind.
He drove like he lived—fast, precise, and completely unafraid of the curves.
He pulled over near a small, nameless stall tucked under a banyan tree right across from the Arabian Sea. The waves were crashing against the tetrapods, sending salt spray into the air.
"Two specials, Kaka," Derek called out, leaning against the stone sea wall.
He turned to y/n, the wind ruffling his hair. "Why did you do it? Most girls would have just ignored the equation. Tumne puri raat jaag kar ise solve kyun kiya?" (Why did you stay up all night to solve this?)
y/n looked at the dark horizon, the rain cooling her heated cheeks.
"Because you made it look like a riddle. And I... I wanted to see if I could speak your language."
Derek stepped closer, blocking the wind for her. The silence between them wasn't awkward; it was charged, like the air before a lightning strike.
"Meri zubaan thodi mushkil hai, laila. Sabko samajh nahi aati," he whispered, reaching out to wipe a drop of rain from her nose. (My language is a bit difficult, laila. Not everyone understands it.)
"I’m a fast learner," she countered, her heart doing a frantic dance.
The vendor handed them two glasses of chai, the ginger and cardamom scent cutting through the salty air.
As they sipped the burning hot liquid, Derek looked at her with an intensity that made the rest of the city disappear.
"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly intimacy.
"Main hamesha sochta tha ki is sheher mein sab kuch bheed hai. Shor hai. Par tumhe dekh kar... sab kuch chup ho gaya hai." (I always thought everything in this city was just a crowd. Noise. But looking at you... everything has gone quiet.)
y/n looked down at her chai, her voice barely a whisper.
"Derek, we're very different. Aapko rules todna pasand hai, aur mujhe unhe follow karna." (You like breaking rules, and I like following them.)
Derek laughed softly, stepping into her personal space until their shoulders touched. "Toh theek hai na? Main rasta todunga, tum rasta dikhana. Physics ka law hai... opposites attract for a reason." (So it's fine, right? I'll break the path, you show the way. It's a law of physics...)
He tilted her chin up with his forefinger. For the first time, the "Bad Boy" looked vulnerable.
"Just don't disappear when the sun comes out, okay? Bombay ki baarish ka bharosa nahi, par mera hai." (You can't trust Bombay's rain, but you can trust me.)
y/n smiled, a small, genuine thing that reached her eyes.
In that moment, surrounded by the roar of the ocean and the smell of ginger tea, she realized that the most dangerous thing about Derek wasn't his bike or his rebellion—it was the way he made her feel like she finally belonged in the chaos.
The atmosphere in the hostel was thick with the scent of rain and damp concrete.
Derek was sitting on his bike outside the girls' hostel, a single red rose tucked into his jacket—a peace offering for the two weeks he was supposed to be away.
But y/n hadn’t come down.
She hadn’t even answered her phone.
Her roommate, Preeti, came out instead, her face pale.
"Derek, woh nahi aayegi," Preeti whispered, looking over her shoulder.
"Sameer and his friends cornered her near the back gate after the library closed yesterday. She managed to run away, but... woh darr gayi hai. She hasn't left her room or eaten anything. She just sits there, staring at the door."
The rose in Derek’s hand snapped. The velvet petals fell into the mud, unnoticed.
The shift in Derek wasn't loud. It was a terrifying, glacial silence. His eyes, usually sparking with genius, went completely flat—like a predator that had finally locked onto its prey.
"Hostel Block B?" he asked, his voice a low, vibrating hum that made Preeti shiver.
"Derek, please, don't—"
But he was already gone.
The air in the room seemed to vanish. Derek didn't ask another question. He didn't even put on his jacket. He stood up, and the look in his eyes wasn't the usual playful spark of a genius; it was the cold, terrifying stillness of a storm about to break.
Derek’s walk across the campus was slow, deliberate, and chilling.
Every step he took toward the 3rd-year boys' hostel—Sameer’s block—felt like a countdown. Students moved out of his way instinctively. He didn't look left or right. His jaw was locked so tight the muscles in his face stood out like cords.
He reached the heavy wooden doors of Block B. He didn't knock.
He kicked the door open, the sound echoing through the hallway like a gunshot.
"SAMEER!"
His voice wasn't a shout; it was a low, vibrating growl that reached every corner of the floor.
He found him in the common room, laughing with his friends over a game of cards. Sameer looked up, his smirk faltering as he saw Derek standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the darkening Mumbai sky.
"Derek? Arre, kya hua, bhai? Itna gussa—"
Derek didn't let him finish. He moved faster than anyone expected, his hand reaching out and seizing Sameer’s throat. He slammed him backward onto the card table, scattering the deck across the floor.
"Teri himmat kaise hui?" Derek hissed, his face inches from Sameer’s. (How did you have the audacity?)
"Maine kaha tha na usse dur rehne ko?" (Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?)
"Derek, chhodo mujhe! Woh toh bas mazak—"
"MAZAK?" Derek’s fist connected with Sameer’s stomach, doubling him over.
"Mdarchd, tujhe mazak lagta hai kisi ladki ko darana?" (You (Cuss), you think scaring a girl is a joke?)
Derek grabbed Sameer by the hair and dragged him toward the open corridor. Sameer’s friends tried to step in, but one look from Derek—a wild, predatory glint—sent them backing away.
"Aaj tu seekhega ki 'Nahi' ka matlab kya hota hai, b*enchod!" (Today you'll learn what 'No' means, [Cuss]!)
Derek threw him against the concrete wall.
Thud.
The sound was visceral. He grabbed Sameer’s collar, lifting him until his toes barely touched the ground.
"Uska chehra yaad kar," Derek snarled, punching him across the jaw.
"Memory bohot achi hai na teri? Yaad rakhna ki usne 'nahi' kaha tha." (Remember her face. Your memory is great, right? Remember that she said 'no'.)
Another punch. Then another. Derek wasn't just fighting; he was dismantling him with the same precision he used on machines, but with a thousand times more hatred.
"Kaminey, agar uske aansu ka ek katra bhi teri wajah se gira, toh main teri haddiyaan ginne layak nahi chhodunga!" (You scoundrel, if even a single drop of her tear falls because of you, I won't leave your bones in a state to be counted!)
Sameer was a bloody mess on the floor, coughing and pleading. Derek stood over him, his knuckles raw and dripping, his chest heaving. He looked like a fallen angel—beautiful, brilliant, and absolutely lethal.
The crowd of students parted as the Warden and the Head of Discipline arrived, their faces grim. They saw Sameer on the floor and Derek, standing there like a statue of vengeance.
"Kapoor! My office. Now!" the Warden barked.
Inside the dimly lit office, the Warden looked at Derek’s blood-stained hands and sighed. He knew Derek was the brightest mind the college had seen in a decade.
"Derek, you can't keep doing this," the Warden said, his voice lower now.
"I know why you did it. Everyone knows what Sameer is like. But this level of violence? Tumhe nikaal diya jayega. (You will be kicked out.)"
Derek didn't flinch.
"He touched her, Sir. If the college won't protect its students, I will."
The Warden leaned forward.
"This is your final warning, Derek. No suspension today—only because Sameer’s record is already filthy and he won't dare report this. But one more move, one more fight, and you are gone. Samjhe? (Understand?)"
"I understand," Derek said, his voice cold.
"But if he touches her again, Sir, your suspension won't be enough to stop me."
Derek didn't go back to his room. He went to the girls' hostel. He stood outside the gate in the pouring rain, his bloodied hand hidden in his pocket.
He waited.
Ten minutes.
Twenty.
Finally, y/n appeared at the window of the first floor.
Her eyes were red from crying, but when she saw him standing there—drenched, bruised, but steady—her breath caught.
He didn't say a word. He just lifted his hand—the clean one—and touched his heart, then pointed to her.
"Ab koi nahi aayega, meri laila," he whispered into the wind, knowing she couldn't hear him, but hoping she could feel it. (No one will come now, my laila.)
