#gopher writes

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[yourstrulyakavasha]

new hsr fic

hi i wrote 70k of mikhail char legwork angst based on voices from my head aaaaand @lake19907's art please check their art out if you haven't alreadyyyyyyy okay here's the link byeeee

LINK

[stellamancer]

hellow and welcome to ideas I probably won't write— just a x reader where you are taken in by gopher wood to basically be groomed to help spearhead his intent to force order on the universe... only to be thrown away when he decides sunday + robin are better suited for it only for you to return much later as an adult with a desire and plan for revenge. or something like that.

[blackbloodteeth]

[Reverb 2024] - Today Is Special

Oh snap, I'm finally posting this fic!!

Be sure to check out my partner @lilliesofinspirationvalley's art (linking it here!), and stay tuned for my artist entry in a couple weeks :3c

Had a very interesting experience bringing this story to life, and I'm pretty stoked on how it came out, all surrealism considered haha. This definitely isn't going to be a story for everyone (and is somehow something I wrote without Soul in it), but if you wanna check out Today Is Special, here it is up on AO3:

[snuggerudism]

snow days | ryan chesley

event masterlist

warnings: none

a/n - sorta went with a whole backstory for this… i think i like that!

Growing up in Southern California, you had never gotten the opportunity to see snow in person.

You absolutely loved California and your life there. It was all you knew, and you were incredibly grateful to live in such a beautiful place.

When you had started looking at options for college, your parents had begged you to stay nearby. They said that they wanted to be close enough in case anything happened, or you needed them.

You understood what they wanted, but you craved a freedom that you didn’t get if you chose to stay in California. You needed to explore, to see what life was like outside of the bubble you had grown up in.

You did you research, and the University of Minnesota was your top choice. When the acceptance letter came, it was time to come clean to your parents about what you really wanted.

That was three years ago, and your relationship had changed with them to your dismay.

You don’t regret the decision. The friends you had made were the best, and you chose to live with them in the summer and sophomore year.

Three months into the school year, you started dating Ryan Chesley. The two of you met in a biology class, sitting next to each other.

He made the first move, asking if you wanted to go grab lunch after class. You agreed and it had become a weekly routine, the two of you getting to know each other more and more.

Saying yes to that lunch was one of the best decisions you had made.

Which leads you to your current conversation. You had been going on almost two years together, and he had a free weekend. He wanted to spend quality time with you, as hockey didn’t always allow him to do so.

Snagging a fry from his plate, you grin at him. “What’s a fun winter activity we can do?”

“I was gonna ask you what you wanted to do.”

“Ry, you’re the expert on anything snow related.”

“Hm?”

Your mouth slightly drops. He knew you grew up in California. You had always assumed he knew that meant you’ve never seen snow in person, at least until you came to Minnesota.

You told him exactly that, and watched his face fall. “Never before? Have you been skiing? Or built a snowman? Or went sledding?”

“Well, no.”

“I know exactly what we’re doing, and the perfect place for it.” He smirks, getting up and clearing the table.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

An hour and a half later, you and Ryan are getting out of the car after parking.

Thanks to his sister's snow pants, Ryan said you were able to do what he had planned.

“Sledding.” He smiles wide, pulling the sleds out of the backseats.

He grabs the tube, putting it down on the edge and sitting on it. He pats his lap, smirking. You listen, and his arms snake around your waist as he pushes off the side.

The hill is so big and you’re speeding down it, Ryan’s laughter filling your ears. Your hands are white knuckling the handles of the tube, doing everything you could not to fall off.

The tube slows to a stop, and you turn around to look at Ryan. You flip over, pressing your lips to his “That was so fun.” You mumble against his mouth as he chases another kiss.

“You still have to go down on your stomach, baby. That’s next.”

The walk back up feels like it takes forever, but you eventually get back up to the top.

“All you’re gonna do is lay down flat on your stomach, and hold the handles, okay? I’ll be right next to you on the other one.”

He shows you how to position yourself, and you take off at the same time as he does.

You’re speeding yet again, this time hitting a bump and catching air.

It only lasts a few seconds, and you’re coming crashing back down on the snow and flipping face down.

Ryan’s rushing to you, getting your face out of the snow as you go into a fit of laughter.

“That was so much fun, oh my gosh. I'm so glad you took me here.”

“We’ll have to do it again. I still have more snow related things to do with you.”

“I love Minnesota, I love snow, and I love you.” You burst into his arms, pressing your lips to his.

His hands snake around your waist. “I love you more.”

“Not possible, Ry.”

[starmage-constellar]

soul eater manga where everything is the same except gopher doesn't exist

[writingfreezer]

fingerfucking amirite‼️⁉️

bdsm study w/ our second favourite halovian🔆

0.87k words hsr sunday smut

cw: sunday has a vulva, subbot!sunday, domtop!reader, bondage, worship (if you squint), fingering, overstim, reader gets nothing but the pretty sight of a ruined man, and also wet fingers, ooc sunday? idk ive never written him b4

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

sunday, so used to having his orders listened to whenever he told them, found himself in a bit of an unusual situation at the moment.

his hands and feet were tied up tightly behind him as he was strapped to a chair. the fancy clothing he wore was gone since long ago, probably thrown into some corner of the room. despite the beautiful halovian wings covering his even more beautiful face, you could see how red he’d become from the absolutely pathetic situation he found himself in.

you gently rose from your kneeling position to reach up to his face, cradling it with one of your hands while the other gently tried to move the skinny wings from covering his angelic features.

”my beloved…” you softly whispered into his ear as you’d leaned in closer to his face. the one hand cradling his left cheek now moved away, down to instead squeeze at his waist, earning a small whimper from the man. you held back from giggling at the adorable sight and continued to whisper in his ear,

”i want to see you. please.”

sunday, who was just about to give back a witty response, instead let out a strangled groan at the feeling of something pushing against his sensitive clit. ”wha-” he panted, peeking out from his hiding in order to figure out what happened.

seeing that your plan had worked, you smirked and forcefully grabbed one of his wings, effectively keeping it away from his face. sunday whined and squirmed against your hold, but his focus completely changed once you pressed your fingers against his clit once again.

”aangh- p-please…” he pleaded as your fingers slowly circulated that sweet bud, trying to ignore how the small wings around his labia fluttered and spasmed in excitement. he involuntarily closed his eyes and threw his head back, completely exposing his sensitive neck.

like a starved vampire, you leeched onto the lower side of his neck, biting down harshly as you slowly sped up your finger movements around his clit. this caused the man beneath you to shiver and arch his back on the chair he was strapped to, leaning himself into you. his mouth opened and he practically started singing out moans and whines as you continued to assault his most erogenous places, things that only you, his significant other, would know about.

”hah- nngh…” he continued to pant as you sped up your work against his erect bud, almost vibrating your fingers to keep up with his building pleasure. slowly, you lifted your face from his now wet, bruised neck, to see the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

sunday, head of the oak family, known for his authority amongst all of the families and around the whole penacony, tied to a chair beneath you, having been reduced to nothing more but a moaning and whining mess. you slowed down your movements at his vulva to give him a small break, watching as he flopped back on the chair and let his mouth hang open as he let out small pants.

”wh-why’d you stop…?” he asked, almost whimpering. his red eyes opened and the head that had once been forcefully thrown back was now leaning forward, and like always, it had found a way to look up at you. his wings hung heavy beside him.

”look at you…” you cooed, slowly pushing two fingers against his entrance, causing him to groan softly. ”so red. so pent up. so… beautiful.”

you leaned in and kissed him slowly on the lips as you pushed two fingers inside of him, muffling his moans with your wet tongue forcing itself inside of his mouth.

”mmgh- mf-” he mumbled against your lips as he worked so hard to keep up with your hurried kissing. when your fingers finally reached all the way inside his bumpy walls, you slowly dragged them out only to push them back in with a newfound force. sunday strangled a moan and pushed himself off of your kiss in order to steady himself by leaning his forehead on your shoulder. you smiled softly and went down with your free hand to gently caress and put pressure on his hard clit.

sunday opened his mouth to speak but instead let out a series of shameful, weak moans as his back arched into your touch without your control.

you sped up the case and chuckled when you noticed his wings starting to curl and unfurl in between spasms, a telltale sign he was close.

”how’s this feel? good, hm..?” you uttered into his scalp. the only response you got were a series of moans and gasps against your chest, rising in pitch.

”c-close… so fuckin’ close…” he whispered as he gasped for air. ”you’re… thank you. thank you…”

you started pumping as fast as you could into his abused hole and only smiled as his body bended even more. as the loudest strangled moan yet escaped him, you could feel him tightening against his fingers until the coil snapped, making his walls convulse against you. he gasped and groaned as you worked him through his orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he came.

”my sweet, best boy. i love you.”

[matthewkniesys]

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[gspot-rocks-the-gspot]

If Gandhi x Topher interactions comes canon (i mean, they obviously don't, but it's worth dreaming) i hope at least they have the same vibes that these Tyler, The Creator songs have

a humble request, it is nothing 😋 just a silly little angst to the plot

[gophergal]

I give you bites of my heart until there is none left for me to eat of- letting you feast on my soul until I starve.

"is it good, friend?" I ask, dread wrapped around my throat like a noose.

"It is bitter," you tell me, face twisted in disgust, "bitter."

Guilt drips into the space where my heart once beat. It fills me to nausea and weaves a gauze to pad the hollow in my chest.

"Sorry," I tell you, "I hoped you would like it, but it was bitter. And it was mine."

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

Weee! Vague-posting!

(If you know who or what I’m talking about; PLEASE don’t go out of your way to harass anyone. I’m only here to scream into the void and I don’t want to cause fighting or arguments. I am stating an opinion that has been eating me alive for a bit, and the last thing I need is to cause problems.)

There’s a certain fic that disappointed me due to MASSIVE mischaracterizations and wasted potential. Yeah, it’s an AU, so certain traits will be changed, but you couldn’t at least adjusted it to make them interesting.

With Uzi now playing a shy nerd role, she can be the quiet kid who listens to heavy metal and is not afraid to throw hands.

And N being a bad boy (tm), he could have a softer, more playful side that has been repressed due to trauma, but can learn to regain that luster.

A bad boy with secret golden retriever energy and a nerd with a bit of a dark side could be so interesting and fun. But that fic feels like every other “bad boy changed by good girl main character” story. :/

Uzi being a bad girl (UwU) and N being a nerd makes more sense. I get the subverting of expectations because people expect Uzi to be dark and edgy, but there’s so much you can do and it’s…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It’s not that I hate it, I enjoyed a few parts, but I can’t help but feel like there should’ve been more. It also dragged as well, but that’s just me.

The beauty of AUs is essentially exploration! The itch in my brain won’t leave me alone, and I need to air out my frustration!

I have more issues with it, but I think this one is the most prominent throughout. Ignoring another problematic element for a second.

[tazzymcclazzy]

writing an oc or fic about an existing oc thats supposed to be similar to my trauma and how i deal with it but framed in a way that can be perceived as palatable and "delicious angst" but unfortunately the way i went through it was sexual in nature so this is a disgusting fetish actually. sorry theres no cure.

[lailuhhh]

PSPSPSPSP

The radio fizzed in response. “Alpha responding. That you Macgyver? Haven’t heard you call in in a while. Dalton taking a leak?”

“Sergeant Dalton is currently MIA.” The words felt dry coming out of his mouth. “No signs of him in the immediate surrounding area. I’m going to scope out the nearby buildings.”

“Hold there Macgyver. Did you say Dalton is MIA?”

Mac nodded before realizing he was alone. “Correct.”

Static for a moment. “Standby Macgyver. Do not venture. A team will be sent to your location. Copy?”

Mac could hear the words being said, but he wasn’t listening to them. He was clamoring away in the back, grabbing what he thought he might need in the situation that Jack would be injured.

“Macgyver, do you copy?”

There was also the thought of what to do if he found Jack and whoever was able to take him without a sound.

Jack’s spare pack was still there. Secondary side piece and a few extra clips.

Technically it was Mac’s own side piece, the one he gave to Jack for safe keeping, knowing it would do him more good than Mac himself.

Apparently it was time for him to take it back.

[baeshijima]

reading up on gopher wood wiki to ingrain his lore into my head just so that i can get everything i want for emperor!gopher wood in the duke sunday fic to be as accurate/believable as possible 🧍‍♀️

[bumblingbabooshka]

Worst Guy Ever - Also, Unfortunately, Very Homosexual Convo. (subtextually)

[snuggerudism]

like gold to me

ryan chesley x reader x jimmy snuggerud

i’ve never written anything like this before so please be kind!

warnings nsfw, threesome, etc (things that come along with that)

18+ minors do NOT interact

ryan had seen you first, as you were in deep conversation with your friends, which included one of his teammates' girlfriends. he watched as you let out a laugh, a tight pool of warmth filling his chest.

his eyes trailed over to ryan, noticing the way his roommate was watching you with the same look he had been, and a slight bit of annoyance washed over him. if he was going to make a move on you, he had to be quicker than jimmy.

with that in his mind, he walked over toward the group of girls that included you. his eyes are glued to you, as he gives you a big smile.

“hi.” he yells, over the loud music and chatter in the bar.

“hi!” you giggle, noticing how hot the tall boy in front you is. “having fun?” you lean up to whisper in his ear. unbeknownst to him, you had seen the two boys looking at you, and wanted to have a little fun tonight. little did you know, this was only the beginning of it all.

“i am,” he gives you a smirk, letting his hand trail to the base of your spine. “having more fun now that i’m talking to a pretty girl.” he whispers, bending down. his lips softly brush against your ear, sending a chill down your body.

you feel someone touch your shoulder, and your head turns towards the person, seeing it was the other guy who was looking at you.

“snuggs.” ryan warns, arching his eyebrow at the younger boy. he got you first, fair and square.

“it’s okay,” you whisper-yell. “there’s plenty of me to go around.”

the two boys stare back at you with wide eyes, taken aback by your boldness. you motion for them to lean in close, and you stand on your tippy toes. “is that something you’d like? to share me for the night?” you smirk.

taking note of the way they look at each other quickly and then back to you, you know you have the two boys hook, line, and sinker. the taller one gulps loudly as you hold onto both of them.

you don’t give them a chance to respond, because there’s one more thing you need to know before you continue with whatever you do tonight.

“what are your names, pretty boys?”

“i’m jimmy.” the taller one responds almost immediately, hand creeping to your shoulder. you smirk in response, welcoming the touch.

“ryan.” his hand comes higher up your spine, bending down to your ear yet again. “what’s your name, pretty girl?”

a blush travels to your face, loving the attention on you. “y/n.”

“a pretty name for a really pretty girl.” jimmy’s voice is hoarse.

you decide to be bold in that moment, as if you weren’t already. “should we get out of here?” your eyes travel between the two boys looking at you.

“definitely.” ryan let’s his hand trail to yours, interlocking your fingers as you do the same with jimmy’s.

“lead the way, handsome.” you giggle.

“we only live two blocks away, so we can just walk. it’ll be quicker than waiting for an uber.” jimmy squeezes your hand, a hint of disbelief in his voice that he’s actually sharing a girl with his best friend.

the walk to the apartment passes by in a blur, and before either of them know it you are taking your shirt off. their eyes travel down to your lacy bra, stomachs clenching at the beautiful sight.

ryan’s the first to move toward you after jimmy guides you down the hall, into his room.

jimmy watches ryan laid you down on the bed, leaning over you and eyes looking hungrily down. his hands find your waist, fingers drumming against your thighs. he gives it a nice squeeze, listening to the moan that leaves you at the feeling.

your hand wraps around the back of ryan’s head, pulling him down and lips crashing onto yours.

jimmy is quick to strip his shirt off, sitting next to you and moving your hair out of the way. his lips attach to your neck, sucking roughly at the sensitive spots.

ryan un-attaches his lips from yours, noticing the way your hips were stuttering even if nothing had happened yet.

he trails kisses down your body, first to your chest, and then to your stomach, and then thumbs the button on your jeans to ask for permission.

“please.” you whimper, arching your back off the bed as jimmy nips slightly at an extremely sensitive part of your neck.

he takes them off in one swoop, discarding them somewhere on the floor to be dealt with later.

ryan swipes two fingers across his tongue, wetting it slightly before lowering himself down. he teases you with his fingers as they enter you. you back arches even more, the feeling making you gasp in pleasure.

your hands find jimmy’s hair, and you connect your lips in a rough kiss. his tongue swipes past your lips, entering your mouth. your lips move in tandem as ryan enters a second finger, and jimmy swallows the moan that attempted to escape you.

“so wet for us babe.” ryan chuckles, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“i want a third finger.” you mumble against jimmy’s lips, loud enough for ryan to hear you.

“what the pretty girl wants, the pretty girl gets.” ryan slides a third finger in her, working through the folds and stretching out. “feel good baby?”

“so good.” your voice is hoarse, strained from everything. “i’m ready.” your voice is determined now, or at least you try to sound like that.

ryan is quick to rip his underwear off, lining up with you and entering. it takes a minute, but he bottoms out. you gasp at the feeling, eyes almost rolling back into your head. jimmy is kissing the marks on your neck to make them feel better.

ryan gives you a moment to adjust before he begins fucking into you.. his hands grip onto your hips, almost sure there will be tiny pinpoint bruises by the time the morning rolls around.

the little noises make him quicken his pace, and he’s ramming into you now, feeling that you are close. “you can come whenever you’d like pretty girl.” he taps your hip.

you approach your climax shortly after, and the orgasm that escapes you clouds your vision. ryan shoots a load into the condom at the sight, letting himself slip out of you carefully.

“think you can take jimmy's cock?” ryan’s lust filled eyes stare into yours.

you nod your head, the words not coming out.

“you need to use your words pretty girl. not doing anything if you don’t.” jimmy cups your cheek.

“yes.” the word is a whisper, but it’s enough for the two to know that you are okay with more.

he slips right into you after putting on a condom. your still stretched open from ryan, so it doesn’t take much effort to bottom out. “how’s that feel babe?” jimmy makes eye contact with you, a gleam in his eyes.

“so good. please move.” you beg, needing to feel something other than what you do by arching your hips.

you’re glad he listens, and he shifts slightly which elicits a big moan to escape you.

then, he begins moving rapidly, lips attaching to your neck as he does so. “feel so good for me baby.” the words vibrate against your neck, causing your whole body to shutter. “taking me so well, i love it.”

you let out a cry at his words, and not long after, you’re letting out a second orgasm, your whole body shaking at the feeling. you whine at the empty feeling, but ryan is quick to bring out a damp washcloth for you. he wipes you down, kissing your lips as he does so.

the events of that night quickly catch up with you, and your eyes are dropping. jimmy chuckles, running his fingers through your hair to make you sleep, which you do almost immediately after. you have a hand on both boys as soft little snores escape you, and they are both looking at you with eyes full of love and lust. they are already picturing what next time will bring.