#last time i requested information in writing i got back to back to back stream of consciousness messages riddled with typos and mistakes

[monstermoviedean]

i've been dreading this friday afternoon budget meeting all week and telling myself "you just have to get through this and then you're in the clear." and it was predictably miserable until 4 minutes before the end when someone pointed out that we only had 4 minutes left and we hadn't even talked about the thing we needed to talk about. and then we had to schedule another meeting 😭😭😭😭

[bowsnchoso]

Classroom – Gojo Satoru

➺ synopsis: your salacious boyfriend, Gojo, fucks you over your teacher's desk

➺ character: Gojo Satoru

➺ word count: 6.2k

➺ cw: obsessed boyfriend Gojo, f!reader, more sweet pet names (of course!) crack (kinda? yeah.) nsfw, smut, breeding, kissing, loving, lots and lots of dirty talk, profanity, and maybe some more?

➺ note: yeah it's the way I'm a Gojo girl at heart I can't stop writing about him, enjoy!! ^^

You were exhausted.

You had spent your entire day teaching your students, training them, tending to them, and indulging in your duties as a Jujutsu sorcerer and a trusted sensei to your special and very spoiled students.

You stewed on your thoughts, mulling on your grueling day, strolling down the corridor of Jujutsu Tech after spending some time in the teacher's lounge– craving some solitude before you decided to head to your classroom to clean up the last few minutes of your day.

A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips when you thought about what you were going to do once you were back in your room.

Sleep.

Perhaps take a nice long shower, simply standing beneath the warm water, allowing it to stream down your body in perfect and serene silence.

You were pulled out of your caducous reflections when you felt large arms envelop your smaller frame, pulling you into a firm chest that acted as a steady pillar.

A large hand went over your eyes, and your previous smile was replaced with an ebullient one that resonated throughout your chest, your heart fluttering akin to the wings of a delicate monarch.

You felt warmth gather near your ear, “guess who?” His voice was husky, his warm breath prattling against your soft skin. 

The arm he had wrapped over your figure slightly caressed the natural arch of your waist, keeping you close to him in a protective yet affectionate hold.

You couldn’t help but giggle, placing your hand over the one over your eyes to move him, facing him.

There he stood, his hair as white as the wintry snow that descended gracefully from a frigid blue sky, his blindfold protecting his cerulean irises. Yet if you looked closely enough, you could see the slight imprint his eyes left against the cloth.

Your loving boyfriend.

“Satoru!” Your happiness sprouted like a flower, placing your hands against his cheeks, pecking his lips. “When did you get back? You said you’d call me once you got back, I was waiting you know.”

He smiled a crooked grin, wrapping his arms over the small of your back. “Well I’m sorry to keep my pretty girl waiting, I wanted to surprise you, babe~” his voice was playful as he caressed your body, enjoying your blithe response to his unanticipated appearance. “Where were you headed, sweets?”

“Just to my classroom, I was gonna clean up a bit before leaving.” You informed him with a radiant smile, unable to hide your exuberance.

“Mind if your boyfriend tags along?” He tilted his head, smiling down at you, miming your delight.

You shook your head, “as long as you actually help me clean.”

He chuckled lowly, resonating throughout his muscular chest. “Come on, you know I always help you,” Satoru said as he grabbed hold of your hand, leading the both of you to your classroom. “Tell me about your day, gorgeous.” He requested, squeezing your hand with his large, calloused one.

You hummed, following his lead in the direction of your classroom. “Same as always, Satoru. Taught my students, helped them with training, watched over them, assisted them, you know.” You listed your duties as a teacher.

Although it can be quite a demanding job, you especially loved your students– having such a potent, yet natural urge to tend to their needs as a teacher and friend.

“But you enjoyed your day, didn’t you?” He said as he pressed his lips against the back of the hand that he held.

You smiled. “It was nice. My students made it fun.” He smiled at that, loving your ability to be so compassionate and devoted to your students. “What about you, Satoru? How was your day?”

He sighed but still wore that content smile that seemed infinite. “My three kids love to make my day interesting, of course, especially Yuji and Nobara, man can those two argue!” He effused with a chuckle, reflecting back on his day with his wild students.

“And I’m guessing you didn’t even step in to stop them from arguing, did you?” You knew Satoru, he loved letting his students bicker back and forth, he relished it as though it were some kind of k-drama.

He chortled, giving your hand another loving squeeze as you two approached your classroom. “Hey, I stood up, alright? Someone has to eventually roll up their sleeves and be an adult.”

“Megumi seems more like the type to do that.” You chuckled, closing the door behind you two.

“No, Megumi if anything just grumbles under his breath, and tries to ignore the two of them.” Satoru corrected, already having memorized his student's behavior.

You searched through your supply closet, bringing out all the items you needed to clean up. “Oh, right. Megumi, always the methodical one.”

“Exactly, while Yuji and Nobara are just a crazy different breed, teens these days are wild, babe.” Satoru huffed, leaning against your teacher's desk. “But, of course, your students love you enough to behave, right?” He smiled, watching you gather all your cleaning supplies, very particular about the way you clean up your classroom.

You laughed. “My students can misbehave sometimes too, Satoru.” You said, placing the supplies above your desk. “And you act like your students don’t adore you.”

Satoru chuckled. “Well I’m not as good a teacher as you are, but I try my best.”

“Oh?” You muttered in surprise. “Admitting you’re not as good a teacher as me? Are you feeling okay, Satoru?” You teased him, earning a chuckle from your playful boyfriend.

“I’m delusional from my long day, it seems.” He insisted, grabbing cleaning wipes from you. “But, just listen because you wouldn’t believe what happened today.”

You sprayed your desk with a lemon-scented cleaning product, listening to your boyfriend's rambling. “Mhm, what won’t I believe?”

“It all starts with Yuji’s shoes,” Satoru shared as he began to wipe down the students’ desks, while you hummed in reply. “Yuji and Nobara are arguing as always while Megumi and I are walking from behind. Well, Nobara goes, ‘Yuji you always have your dirty ass shoes untied you shouldn’t be talking!’” He mocked his student derivatively, making you crack up at your boyfriend's attempt at mimicking Nobara.

He continued his story, carrying out such a detailed narrative. “And Yuji goes ‘well if it bothers you so much why don’t you just tie them for me?’ Of course, Nobara wasn’t going to do that. Even I knew that. They go back and forth a bit until Yuji finally gives in, right?”

“Right.” You parroted.

“So he kneels over, tying up his shoes, keep in mind, babe, we’re in the middle of a busy street in Tokyo, okay? As he kneels over, so does Nobara, just to inspect him, and as Yuji glances up towards Nobara, this random pedestrian bumps into Yuji, and they kiss!”

You gasped, pausing your movements, trying to fight off laughter that bourgeoned throughout your chest. “Stop it! You’re lying.”

“I’m not!” He stopped his cleaning, getting so into this story. “Babe, you should have seen it. Oh man, the slightest brush of Yuji’s lips against Nobara's had her throwing a fit! She just kept on shouting ewww over and over again, talking about how disgusting it was, how nasty Yuji was for trying to kiss her.” Satoru laughed upon recollection, shaking his head. “I guess she didn’t realize it was an accident, and Yuji tried to exlpain that, but she wasn’t having it. She was too focused on rubbing and cleaning up her lip. Oh babe, it was hilarious I wish I got it on video.” He sighed in delight, rubbing his nape.

“Oh poor Yuji,” you laughed, feeling guilt permeate your gut. “He must have been so embarrassed, probably blushing like crazy, poor baby.”

Satoru chuckled. “Like you wouldn’t believe. His cheeks started to match the shade of his pink hair, I thought he was going to pass out from humiliation.” He crossed his arms over his chest, still laughing about the silly debacle. “Then Nobara began rambling on and on about how her first kiss was reserved for her celebrity crush and how Yuji took that from her and then she started hitting him over and over again.” He sighed, his laughter finally subsiding. “It was probably the funniest thing to see, probably even funnier than that time someone mistook Yuji and Nobara for a couple and she lashed out on the poor person.”

You laughed, cleaning off your chalkboard now. “It’s always those two, isn’t it? Oh, poor Yuji, he probably wasn’t even that offended by the persons assumptions.”

“Oh no, he wasn’t, he was real systematic and understanding about the simple mistake until Nobara started screaming a yelling about it, pissed over the person pairing her up with someone not even worth a glance from her.” Satoru quoted his student, well acquainted with their antics.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Remind me to give Yuji a hug next time I see him, that poor boy.” You muttered, still wearing a humorous smile. “Well, now I know why you let them fight it out. I don’t think you could stop it even if you tried.”

“Exactly. Besides, why would I? It’s entertaining, I just sit back and watch them have at it, like my own little treat for putting up with their bullshit.” Satoru expressed, cleaning up the desks once more.

“You have an interesting set of students, Satoru.” You chuckled. “But they always seem well behaved when I come around.”

He shrugged. “They just hold your breath when you’re around because they know we’re together and they love to tease me about it later.”

You giggled. “Yeah? What exactly do they tease you about, Satoru?”

He hummed, wiping down a new desk. “Just about how I seem to smile extra hard when you come around. You know, the blush on my cheeks that I try to hide behind my blindfold. How you have me wrapped around your little finger, how I’m whipped.” He retold, an impish grin on his lips.

“Oh? And you don’t tell them anything?” You wondered as you began to clean off the chalk erasers.

He finished cleaning off the desks, now watching you clean up your side of the class. “Why would I? They’re right.”

You finished up cleaning your teacher area, leaning against your desk to finally engage in the conversation with your teasing boyfriend about his silly students. “So you agree that you’re whipped for me?” You restated, slightly laughing at the idea.

“I am all of the above for you, sweets,” Satoru was still leaning over one of your student's desks, his hands at the edge of the desk, holding himself.

You smiled, liking the sound of that.

You also couldn’t help but smile at the idea of his students teasing their teacher about his overt adoration with you. It just proved how unafraid Satoru was to depict his love for you, not even having to touch you for others to recognize how in love he was.

You watched as your handsome boyfriend began to close the distance between you two, approaching your teacher's desk that you currently leaned beside. “Did I tell you how gorgeous you look today, yet?” He pondered, taking your hand in his, and kissing it.

You pressed your lips together, looking off to the side as though to genuinely consider his question. “Hm, maybe once or twice today. But, it doesn’t hurt to hear it a third time.” You responded with a loving grin, watching him with tender eyes as he kissed the back of your hand.

He smiled against your soft skin. “Well, you just look sexy in that little teacher's outfit~ I would have never thought I had a thing for a woman in a uniform, but yet here I am thinking about all the things I could do to you in this classroom.” Satoru mumbled, reeling you closer to his hot body.

You invariably admired the way your boyfriend could easily go from laying out subtle and sweet teases to shamelessly echoing the thoughts that roamed his handsome head.

The lascivious inclination in his honeyed voice told you that he was likely considering fulfilling those prurient desires with no regard for the setting that currently surrounded you two. Anything to satiate his cosmic appetite for you, his girlfriend, who stood just a few inches below him, watching you through his blindfold that you always found to be so sexy on him, a cunning grin on his lips that anticipated your response– waiting for your consensus remark.

Your lips pulled into a devious grin, marveling at how wild and insouciant he can be at times, and the way he stared at you through his blindfold, almost as though you could see the yearning in his blue eyes that were currently hidden from you.

“Here, Satoru?” You muttered, trying to sound confident, trying to sound prudent. But, with how close he was had himself pressed against you, his lips brushing against your knuckles, his warm breath dancing against your skin, making you shiver– it was all too much.

You would have completely melted away if it weren’t for his gentle hold on your hand, keeping you upright and grounded.

He chucked through his nostrils, sending chills down your arms as you felt it prattle against your hot flesh. “What’s wrong, sexy, you think someone is gonna walk in on us?”

“W-well, we are at school after all.” You muttered, slightly stumbling over your words as you gently freed yourself from his hold, walking over to lock the door. 

You turned over, seeing that Satoru simply watched you with an entertained smile pulled at his soft lips, standing at the front of your desk, seemingly growing excited by your compliance to his spontaneous urges.

You hadn’t seen Satoru very much that day, and with the way he spoke to you, you were unable to deny the longing that swelled throughout your body whenever he made such salacious comments– knowing exactly how to rile you up, well aware of which buttons to push to get you aching for him as much as he ached for you.

He watched as you approached him, wearing a bashful smile to try and hide the nerves that tethered up in your belly, forming little knots that gripped each time your eyes brushed against his smirk.

“Someone’s eager, huh?” Satoru looked down at you as you stood before him, keeping his hands to himself. “I thought you didn’t like the sound of my classroom ideas? But now it looks like you’d bend over this table if I asked you to.”

You tried to seem unphased by his words.

Tried.

However, you failed.

So miserably.

This wasn’t even the worst of what you’ve heard out of your boyfriend's filthy mouth, either. You knew just how filthy his words could get, how dirty his thoughts were.

You shrugged. “Well… I guess I have a thing for a man in a uniform, too.” You muttered, keeping your eyes on his, assuming he was looking at you through that blindfold. “Because the way you look with that blindfold on is very sexy.”

He chuckled softly, reverberating deeply throughout his stern chest. “Oh, you like the blindfold look, hm? You think it’s sexy?”

You reached a tentative hand up to his blindfold, toying with the seem above his cheekbone. “It’s real sexy, I’ve told you that before.” You chuckled, tugging the cloth with your index finger before you released it, watching it gently snap back against his countenance.

Satoru seemed to shiver excitingly at your actions, his shoulder imperceptibly shuddering when his blindfold snapped against his plush skin, yet he seemed to keep his composure. “Oh, yes you have, pretty girl. What was it that you said the other day? You said that whenever I wear my blindfold you could just get down on your knees and suck my cock? Is that what you said, hm?”

You blushed, had you said something like that?

It seemed likely.

And you had recently been inebriated, too.

Perhaps that’s when you told him. When your mouth was loose and crass with the liquor you consumed.

You quickly attempted to regain your composure. “I-I may have said something like that…” You admitted, unable to stop your voice from shuttering.

He just chuckled teasingly, watching your composure crumble piece by piece, and he was so thrilled, utterly patient, enjoying every moment. “Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy now, sweets. You were very outspoken about it the other day, after all.”

Carefully, you trailed your hands over to your desk that stood beside you. You dragged your hand over the notebooks that idled on the shiny Mahogany wood, sliding them down on the floor behind you.

Satoru watched you with a dancing grin on his lips, one that widened, showing off his sharp canines– exposing the delight that flourished throughout his statuesque body.

“Oops.” You muttered.

You turned over, bending down right in front of him so that your bottom was right at his pelvis as you reached for those set of notebooks that you had accidentally dropped.

You made sure you brushed your ass against him, too, ever so slightly, just to tease your handsome boyfriend.

An entertained smile occupied his lips, watching you bend over in front of him, his dick practically twitching at the sight, already heavily turned on from the moment he embraced you in that damn hallway.

Yet, he didn’t snap.

Instead, he chuckled, again, one that sent butterflies throughout in your restless tummy. “Looks like we have a little vixen on our hands~” He tilted his head, observing your posture.

You grabbed the notebooks, looking over at him as you slowly straightened yourself. “Who, me?” You played along, the pink blush on your cheeks adding charm to your sultry tactics.

Satoru placed his hands against your hips before you were able to straighten out entirely, backing you into him.

You gasped quietly when you felt the building tent in his pants, hard and firm against your ass. His fingers dug into your hips, having you flushed against his muscular body.

“Yes, you.” He muttered, lowering himself to your ear, sending chills down your spine as his breath danced against the back of your neck. “I can’t say I don’t enjoy it, though.” He said before brushing his perfect teeth against the shell of your ear, giving you a playful nibble.

Playful, yet so teasing and tempting.

Enough to make you crumble.

You continued to wear a teasing smile on your lips, adjusting your hips so that you rubbed your ass against his firm erection.

That seemed to get a reaction out of him, sucking in a hissing breath through his teeth as you teased his faltering composure.

It was only a matter of time before it fully shattered like delicate glass.

“I know you like it.” You grinned to yourself when you felt his fingers dig further into your hips, almost as though he were trying to stop you from your playful acts, wanting to keep you still against him.

Only because he was dangerously close to truly pinning you against your teacher's desk and completely fucking you until you were babbling and whining against his tumescent cock, begging him to stop.

He sighed quietly, losing himself. “What do you want from me, huh, princess?” He inquired, his lips still near your ear.

“You know what I want Satoru.” You whispered, placing your hands against the ones that rested above your hips.

“I might have an idea,” he chuckled, amused, but you could tell he was at his end despite how much he wanted to hide that, “spell it out for me, yeah? You sexy little minx.”

You began to rub your ass against his erection, sending shivers down your own spine, marveling at how hard he could get just from the slightest touch. Your slightest touch.

You had a hold on him.

You rested the back of your head against his firm chest, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you said, “I want you to pin me against this desk and fuck me.”

He needed no more, swiftly, but gently, doing just as you asked– laying your back over the desk that stood beside you two.

Satoru stood between your legs, keeping one of his hands on your wrist above the desk while he kept his other hand over your waist, hovering above you. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? Hm?” He said as he began to unzip his jacket that invariably disguised his brawny muscles. “You want this fuckin' cock?”

You watched as he removed that pesky jacket, tossing it to the side, cavalier of where it would land. There he stood, in his compression shirt that he invariably donned beneath his uniform. The one that embraced his muscles so precisely, unveiling the curve of his small waist, and the tight ropes of his muscular abs.

You nodded, your lips parted, flushed beyond words.

“Who am I to deny my sexy girlfriend of her desires?” His large hands began to remove the bottoms of your clothes. “You’re real naughty, you know that? Brushing up against my dick like that, do you really think you deserve this dick after being such a fuckin’ tease? Huh?” He tugged at your bottoms, leaving you in your wet panties.

You simply watched him, flustered, butterflies swarming your gut.

“Tell me, sweets,” he stared at your clothed cunt, watching the way it soaked through your undies, “why are you so quiet all of a sudden? You were just telling me to fuck you a minute ago.”

“I-I just want you so bad, Satoru.” Was all you managed to say under your breath.

He chortled. “I can see that, already soaking up your panties, you’re so dirty.” He toyed with the hem of your underwear, now teasing you. “You seem so restless, gorgeous. Should I help you with that?”

You nodded eagerly, hungry. “Yes.”

It seemed Satoru shared the same desires despite his constant teasing, skillfully unbuttoning his bottoms, letting them fall, revealing his tent that poked through his boxer briefs– fighting to be released and freed.

You softly moaned at the sight, the tight ropes in your belly remembering just how large and thick your Satoru was.

He smirked at your reaction, reading your exact thoughts like you were an open book. “Where are your manners, sweets? What do we say?”

“Please, Satoru,” you breathed, lying against your two elbows to keep yourself propped steadily.

He didn’t need you to beg for it as he could already see it in your pooling eyes that looked up at him with an imploring gaze– almost like you needed his cock inside your cunt in order to survive. To feel something. To feel him work against you, thrusting inside your gripping walls that had memorized his twitching dick so well.

Not another word was needed, he’d give you what you wanted.

Not before his lips were over yours, kissing you passionately, as he always did whenever the two of you engaged in sexual acts together.

He was too obsssed not to. He was too in love not to.

Satoru kissed you slow, your favorite kinds of kisses– when he was gentle and deliberate purposefully as though to test your patience, seeing just how long you could last before you were begging for more of him. Before your tongues would mingle together, licking at each other soppily above that desk, tasting each other's mouths, and exploring one another as though you two had never kissed before. As though you two were practically parched for one another, humming and moaning as your tongues lapped together.

A disappointed moan left your lips when you felt him pull away, gently grazing his teeth against your bottom lip as he began planting wet kisses against your cheek and down your jawline. Instinctively, you opened up your neck for him, giving him all the access he needed to please your delicate skin that was hot and itching for more of him, his hands mapping against your body, grazing and caressing every inch of you, resisting the urge to take your top off.

He pulled away from your neck, tugging at your panties, slowly revealing your wet self. As he pulled them down your legs, he left trailing kisses on your soft calves, finally pulling them off.

Although the blindfold kept his eyes locked away, you could see the reverence that resigned in his blue irises. Something that always casts over his eyes whenever the two of you engage in sexual acts. As much as you loved the blindfold look on him, you had to admit you missed his soft gaze.

Yet, it only seemed to excite you more that he was wearing his blindfold, touching and kissing you in all the right spots despite the cloth over his eyes.

You kept one of your legs wrapped over his torso, while your left leg was over his shoulder, watching as he kissed your soft limb, kissing the bend of your knee, taking his time when it came to moments like these.

You appreciated that part the most.

The efforts your Satoru put into making you feel loved and cherished despite his tortured cock that was suffocated behind his briefs.

“I’ll give you want you want, mmkay?” He said against your skin, still kissing your legs. “Since you’re so patient, such a good girl, sweets.” 

You moan softly in reply, watching your boyfriend do something as simple as kissing your body, already melting beneath him. “S-Satoru, please.” You begged him in a whiney tone, your voice inclined, reaching out for his hand that caressed the side of your thigh.

“You’re so cute when you beg me like that,” he chuckled, watching you caress his large hand. “You gonna beg for this dick? How badly do you want this dick up in your cunt?” He trailed his other hand towards your inner thigh, reaching for your wet center.

Instinctively, you slightly opened up your legs for him, exposing yourself even more to him, moisture gathered at your core, practically dribbling out for him in search of his touch.

“So fucking bad Satoru, I’m so wet for you.” You reached over, gently pulling the blindfold from over his head.

He allowed you, still wearing that cocky grin on his soft lips, looking up at you with those blissful eyelashes that always struck against the chords of your fluttering heart.

His white locks relaxed against his forehead, tufts that acted like curtains near his bucolic eyes that dazzled beneath glistening lights, reverence laced in his gorgeous irises that also donned hints of passion– hints of excitement and hunger.

“Even more gorgeous,” he mumbled under his breath, admiring your fevered body with a slow and deliberate gaze. “You’re so restless, sweetheart.” He began to pull at the waistband of his briefs, finally freeing his hard erection that sprung against his strong abdomen, a long and pleased sigh leaving his plush lips.

You simply watched, awestruck, never quite able to grow accustomed to such an erotic sight. The way the tip of his clean dick was already glistening with precome, dribbling from the mere sight of you lying above the desk, your lower half naked and exposed to him.

Satoru moved swiftly, positioning yourself at your crying entrance, having a firm grip on the leg that you laid over his left shoulder, readjusting it over his torso with his other hand over his cock, drawing slow and teasing circles above your cunt.

You gasped at his teasing behavior, your legs slightly gripping against his torso as he mixed your fluids together, stroking your clit with his wet tip, groaning to himself quietly, watching you writhe beneath him from such a simple deed.

Your heart raced against your aching chest, your stomach having a pulse of its own, still keeping yourself propped on the desk with your elbows, your vision blurred, nebulous as you watched your boyfriend tease you, that smirk on his lips didn’t dare falter.

Unexpectedly, he placed part of himself inside your begging entrance, earning a low gasp from your parted lips.

“Shhh you wouldn’t want anyone to hear us now, would you, sweets?” His voice was strained slightly, focused on shoving the rest of his girthy self in your tight core.

He groaned in difficulty as you moaned against his entirety, laying your head back as you panted. He hadn’t even started his pace and you were already so dazed, drunk off his stagnant self.

He grabbed your hand, pressing his lips against it. “You’re okay, right, gorgeous?” He asked, starting a gradual pace now that he was fully inside.

You just moaned in reply, trying to find the words to tell him that yes you were okay. You were more than okay. You were overwhelmed more than anything, but in the best way possible.

He hummed, thrusting against you slowly. “You can take it, love, you always do.” His eyebrows pressed together, biting his lower lip. “Try to be less tense for me, okay, baby? Can you do that for me? It’ll be easier for the both of us, lovely.” His voice was groggy, also seeming to be overwhelmed, drunk off your body.

You nodded your head, trying to relax the tension that sprouted throughout your body, but each time he thrusted into you, you couldn’t help but recoil in pleasure, filthy moans leaving your mouth, forming no words.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Ah, there it is, like that, such a good girl.” Satoru sighed, stroking your leg while he stroked the walls of your cunt that hugged him tightly. “Look at me now, huh? Can you look at me, baby?”

You had your head back, your eyes closed.

He caressed the leg on his torso, trying to get your attention. “Come onn baby~ look at me.” He pleaded with you, aching to see your eyes. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me stretch this fucking tight pussy open.” He said in a gruff voice, his eyes darting from your flushed countenance and back to your entrance that tugged at his cock in the best way possible.

You moaned at his crass words, they turned you on even more if that was somehow even possible anymore. Finding your composure, you did as he said, meeting his gaze.

That lustful gaze in his blue eyes, his grin widening when you meet his eyes. “Ooh, there you are. Thought I lost you, sexy.” He chuckled, caressing your thigh. “Taking this dick so good, this pussy knows this cock, doesn’t it?” He breathed out, stroking you steadily.

You nodded, humming, though it came out a whine against your tight throat. “Y-You can go faster, S-Satoru.” You permitted.

Although you were already at your limits, you still wanted to feel more of him. You wanted to hear the contact of your skin echo against the walls of your classroom.

He chuckled at your request, taking up on your offer immediately, speeding up the set pace in his relentless hips.

You let out another struggling moan, your left hand gripping the edge of your desk, your lips falling open against his slightly quickened pace.

The sound of your skin slapping together, the sound of his gruffs mixed with your light moans, his words. All the dirty words that just kept flowing from his wet lips, it was enough to get your body shuddering, to get your cunt aching further, to get your eyelids heavy.

His fingers found themselves against your distended clit, thursting into you whilst rubbing his dexterous fingers against you gently. “You look so fucking good under me like this, getting fucked over your desk like the dirty girl you are.” He talked through his thrusts, his voice slightly airy, lost in a cloud of passion and heat.

You reached your hand against his shoulder, desiring to touch and feel him, overwhelmed by his erection that pounded against your tight walls and his fingers that whisked against your clit, awakeining a deep ache in the center of your gut.

The desk beneath you began to tremble, unable to withstand the pressure and blunt force that was added by Satoru’s pitiless cock that continued to throb and twitch inside you.

You leaned closer to him, placing both hands on his shoulders now, bringing him closer to you, trying to ground yourself with the shaking desk.

He winced when he felt your nails dig into his clothed shoulders, now focusing his hands on your hips to steady you over the moving desk to keep his set pace over your g-spot. “Just hold onto me, baby, I got you, okay?” 

You whined in reply, your fingers now finding themselves tangled up in his white locks, unable to resist your sights from the lewd scene in front of you.

The wet sounds that squelched from your core as he mercilessly pounded you, his hands on your hips, grounding you, almost like he was coaxing you into taking him wholly with such adamant force– determined to please you. 

Watching him tend to your aching parts was enough for you to finish on it’s own.

It was quite a sight for him too, watching your body rock against his thrusts, your suffocated breasts in your top struggling to stay still, bouncing against his movements. The incessant moans that flowed from your hot mouth, the flush on your cheeks, the way your wet lips gripped around his thick and ruthless cock.

It drove him to his edge.

Satoru leaned against your ear, kissing at your lobe which only enticed you further, close to your edge. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” He continued his filthy talk, riling you up furhter.

He knew how much you loved it.

“Listen to the way it sounds when I’m inside,” he said teasingly, hinting at the constant wet sounds that played each time he thursted inside you, “so good I don’t think I ever wanna stop. The way it squeezes against my cock– I don’t think your pretty cunt wants me to stop either, hm?”

You shook your head, squeezing your hands against his fluffy white hair, panting against him. “N-No, I want you to keep fucking me, Satoru.”

He hummed as he pelted the shell of your ear with more kisses, satisfied with your response. “Yeah? Want to come up all inside this pussy? Want me to fill you up?”

You nodded eagerly, edged by the mere sound of that, already feeling the warmth of his potential fluids that would shoot inside you, sticking to your walls, marking himself inside you.

“F-Fill me u-up.” You said against his thrusts, breathing hard.

“I’ll fill you up, whatever my sexy princess wants~” he drawled, breathing against the crook of your neck, struggling to keep himself restrained, “fil you up ‘til you’re fucking leaking out all over this damn desk.”

You moaned at his words once more, your breath hot against his neck, your trembling fingers tangled up in his disheveled hair.

He groaned, feeling himself reach his end, and it was coming up so quickly. And you definitely weren’t making it any better.

He quickened his pace, cursing under his breath, panting.

The items on your desk rattled with Satoru’s thrusts, and it began to carefully creak beneath you.

You felt a coil in your gut, and you knew you were reaching your end. 

“S-Satoru.” You breathed out, throwing your head back as he fucked you. “I-I”

“Yeahh baby, I hear you.” He groaned against you, already knowing what you were going to say. “Go ahead and come for me, yeah? Come all over this cock.”

You continued to moan against him, shutting your eyes, and focusing on the waves that were carefully teeming over your shuddering shoulders.

Before you knew it, you reached your peak, letting out one last stifling moan as you finished vigorously all over your boyfriend's dick, panting out in both pain and relief.

Satoru was right behind you, filling you up with his warm fluids as he grunted in response to his much-desired release, twitching inside you, dropping his head as his chest fell up and down, rhythmically, the two of you riding out your pleasures together, still stroking against your walls, causing some of your shared fluids to ooze out of you, trickling down.

Warm and satisfied. That’s what you invariably felt whenever Satoru finished fucking you.

He pulled himself out of your tight hole with another low growl despite its resistance, a string of fluid following his wet tip.

While you were busy trying to compose and gather yourself above your desk, Satoru was back in his boxers, your panties in his hands.

“Baby, you’re okay, aren’t you?” He breathed out, his face flushed, his white hair in tendrils from the sweat that gathered at his forehead.

He reached over, brushing the hair off your damp forehead, kissing your head, and waiting patiently for your response.

You took one last long sigh, staring into those blue eyes of his that held his utter admiration for you. “I-I’m okay, Satoru.” You muttered, your legs wrapping over his torso again.

He smiled, kissing you one more time. “That’s my girl. Let’s get you dressed, okay?”

You mimicked his expression, cherishing the meticulous ways he took care of you after you two had sex.

Satoru helped you off your desk, having dressed you.

The desk slightly wobbled as you held onto your boyfriend's strong biceps, hopping off the table.

You looked back at your table, which was now barely even stable.

He looked over at it, slightly chuckling. “I’ll fix that for you later, okay?” He promised, before kissing your warm cheek.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

An Hour of Spice

note: this fic was brought to life after joking around with @neonhairspray, I truly appreciate you more than you know, girl. I actually almost deleted this fic last weekend (my insecure days are back, wohoo) as I wasn't sure if this was any decent, since I tried a bit of a new way to write smut for this one, but here it is and I hope it's enjoyable.

warnings: 18+, smut with a side of plot.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x fem!reader with a bit of x modern!Sigtryggr (no use of Y/N)

summary: You got to be at a recording of your favourite spicy podcast.

word count: 5,7k

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'As always, my beautiful listeners and viewers,' Sigtryggr breathed in the microphone, his voice low and calm, barely above a whisper, 'we thank you deeply from the bottom of our hearts for having joined us for yet another episode of An Hour of Spice.'

'We wish you a pleasant evening,' Sihtric added, his voice equally as warm and tender as his co-host's, 'and we hope you'll cum again with us next weekend when we talk more about everything sexual, sensual and pleasurable,' he chuckled softly and winked to the camera, knowing he had just made thousands of viewers squirm in their seats all over the world, as per usual. 

He'd never tire of using that line to end their podcast, and Sigtryggr never stopped him either as he knew the listeners and viewers loved hearing those words before each episode ended. 

An Hour of Spice with Sihtric & Sigtryggr was a successful podcast in which the two men discussed all things erotic. Each episode they'd talk about steamy stories that listeners had sent in and discuss the latest spicy book and movie releases. But there was also more than enough time to discuss their own sexual adventures and fantasies, and it was also a safe place for listeners to ask questions live on air and seek advice when needed. The men touched upon all topics without shying away from anything, breaking taboos by explaining kinks and fetishes in a respectful manner to inform those who simply were curious, as well as discussing ways of how to perform various sexual acts in safe ways.

They had started the podcast years ago, after becoming aware of an alarmingly fast growing rate of false information about kinks and safe sex, that was being spread by inexperienced individuals online. Many erotic books and movies praised by influencers on social media explored dark fantasies in problematic ways. And both men felt the need to spread the word about how to safely go about exploring some of those fantasies with the correct knowledge and expectations beforehand, thus teaching people about the reality of intimacy and specific sexual desires that were not usually discussed openly.

Their goal back then was to inform at least one person, and never did they think the podcast would quickly gain popularity and become a weekly thing with millions of listeners globally. The first few months they recorded at Sihtric's home, and Sigtryggr was the one to edit the episodes and release it on streaming platforms. They quickly earned a few dozen faithful listeners who would eagerly await a new episode, and the men soon started to stream their episodes live upon listener's requests. 

Sihtric and Sigtryggr had captured listeners with their seductive voices and honesty, as well as with their charm that radiated through the speakers and headphones of those who would tune in. Their sense of humor and encouragement to openly talk about erotica and its many forms was another way for the listeners to become smitten by them, and that was also why about a year after their first episode the podcast just exploded when famous erotic novel writers began to promote and praise them on their socials.

Up until that moment no one exactly knew the faces behind the voices that plenty of people had fallen in love with already. When their success didn't seem to be short-lived, they decided to build a studio with the money they had earned, to give their audience the best quality possible, and that also gave them the opportunity to add a video stream to their live recordings. And by revealing their faces they gained even more loyal fans, as it turned out that both men were just as breathtaking as their voices were, and they had stolen uncountable hearts across the world of those who just couldn't get enough of them.

Their studio set up was romantic and cosy, a delight to watch as a viewer at home, as the lights were always dimmed with several candles lit all around the room. It was hard to not swoon over the stunning men with their rugged looks as the flickering flames casted a warm and alluring glow across their handsome and scarred faces.

And you? Oh, you had been a faithful listener since day one, after having stumbled upon the podcast while searching for a decent spicy audio audiobook. You loved the fact that their podcast had gotten worldwide success and you had seen it all happen over time. You enjoyed every episode and always wanted to call in to the studio, but you just didn't have anything interesting to tell or ask them, you thought. So instead of participating in an episode, other than leaving an occasional comment in the live chat, you mainly just watched and listened.

Your favourite part of each episode was when the men would recite a page from an erotic novel. It would always just be a random passage they'd surprise you with, and it always got you in a mood. You were head over heels in love with both of them, if you were honest. You simply dreamed of meeting them one day, and you often fantasised about them at night…

Another Friday evening arrived and, after a long day at work, you finally sat back in your lounge chair with a hot beverage and waited for the day's podcast episode to start. You always watched the podcast on your TV, so you could use your phone to keep up with the live chat. The chat was always filled with messages about how good the guys looked and every week you'd see multiple marriage proposals, to which you could only chuckle. You understood the other listeners, you too wouldn't mind spending a lifetime with either of them, or both, but you were not going to put that out there for them to see. However, that one time you did leave a half flirty comment, when Sihtric got a new haircut last year that had shocked many people at first, you complimented him on his bold look and that had earned you a live response from the man in question.

you commented: I love the hair, Sihtric! The half shaved look suits you x

'See!' Sihtric had chuckled after reading your comment and username out loud, 'thank you, darling, I appreciate it a lot,' he had said and blew you a kiss.

It had rocked your world, and whenever you had a bad day you would always go and rewatch that episode to feel good again. But that had been a while ago, Sihtric's hair had grown out again and it was now touching his shoulders, as it was loose in the back and braided on top and on the sides. He looked stunning, but so did Sigtryggr, with his sides clean shaved and the top braided as well. And that's how both men looked when they appeared on your TV as the new episode began. Your heart fluttered at the sight of them, it was almost embarrassing how you blushed when you saw them and how you needed a moment to compose yourself again. You had no idea what made you so nervous, perhaps it was just their charming and mischievous energy on screen. But whatever it was, both men had you in a chokehold, and you loved it.

'Good evening,' Sigtryggr half whispered as the episode started.

'Or good morning,' Sihtric added with a grin, 'or perhaps… good afternoon, depending where in the world you are listening or watching from right now.'

'Regardless,' Sigtryggr continued, 'we hope you are feeling good today. And if not…'

'Then allow us to help you feel good,' Sihtric husked, 'because you know…'

'We like to please,' Sigtryggr smiled.

'So just sit back,' Sihtric half murmured, 'and close your eyes as we take care of you.'

'Unless you like to watch,' Sigtryggr suggested with a cheeky smile as he faced the camera, 'then make sure to keep your eyes on us.'

'However you like it,' Sihtric breathed, 'we'll do it for you. Now, let me start today's episode by reading a short passage of another book we can highly recommend.'

You took a deep breath and watched with flushed cheeks as Sihtric opened a book and began to read a page.

'She felt his warm and gentle fingers slowly caress up her bare legs,' Sihtric read out loud with an alluring voice, 'up all the way to her thighs, so painstakingly slow that it was an unbearable ache. For how she longed to feel his hands grab her and tease her, to feel his fingers slide inside her delicate spot and please her endlessly. To feel his fingers curl inside her as he massaged her pearl with his thumb,' Sihtric paused and exhaled slowly, 'it was a sin to lust after a man like she did...'

You had completely melted away in your chair and gained a heartbeat down your own delicate spot, while you had completely lost focus on the screen and were just staring at a blurred image of your favourite two guys. You knew you weren't the only one who was in another world right now, and you were only brought back to reality when Sihtric closed the book and cleared his throat.

'Now that we got past that part, we have some news to share. As Yule is approaching,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in a little closer to the microphone, then lowered his voice again, 'that's right people, our long time listeners already know this, but me and Sig here are heathens,' he chuckled, 'we don't celebrate Christmas but we have our own ways to be festive. And therefore we are going to give one listener a once in a lifetime opportunity. One lucky person will be invited here, to the studio, to co-host next week's episode with me.'

'Which is because, unfortunately,' Sigtryggr added, 'I have a brother to visit next weekend, so I can't be present.'

'You didn't have to ruin the moment,' Sihtric joked, 'now our supporters won't feel special anymore.'

'You know I would never lie to our faithful crowd,' Sigtryggr laughed softly.

'Yeah, but… now it just seems we are giving someone the chance to be here just because I need a co-host,' Sihtric shrugged lightheartedly and with his adorable smile.

'You don't need a co-host, you are perfectly capable of entertaining all by yourself, handsome,' Sigtryggr taunted.

'Thank you, gorgeous,' Sihtric jested back, 'however,' he said, focusing again on the topic, 'we are not just giving one of you this chance because I like to have a co-host. No, we had this planned already before my beautiful Siggy here got the news that he had to return home for a few days, and so leaving me all… alone… during the holidays.'

You reached for your aching chest and melted in your chair again upon watching Sihtric pout, as if he was being abandoned for life by his best friend. You loved how dramatic Sihtric could be, which was always done in good fun, while Sigtryggr was the calm and collected one of the duo. It was sad to hear this would be the first time since the podcast started that one of the hosts wouldn't be presenting, but the opportunity to be there was something that definitely sparked your interest.

'And because,' Sihtric continued and sighed deeply, 'I will be a very… very lonely boy this holiday, the lucky winner will not only be joining me for the episode, but you will also win a one night stay in a luxurious hotel downtown, so we can maybe grab a drink after recording.'

'All expenses are on us,' Sigtryggr added, 'because you know we like to spoil you,' he smiled sweetly as he looked into the camera.

'Your travel and stay will indeed be taken care of,' Sihtric nodded, 'and all you have to do to win is leave us a comment on the instagram post that Sig will be sharing after the episode, and tell us why you think you would be the most perfect co-host to record with me.'

You couldn't believe the opportunity and wouldn't let it go to waste, already knowing what you would write to enter the competition. But before that, you enjoyed the podcast as it continued when both men got into a deep conversation about using Christmas lights as bondage material, after someone had brought it up in the chat.

'I've done that,' Sihtric laughed, 'and I wouldn't recommend it.'

'Really?' Sigtryggr snorted and shook his head, 'did you tie someone up?'

'No,' Sihtric laughed even harder, 'I was the one tied up. Look, the idea is fun and I was game, you know I'm game for a lot of things, but it's just not that safe and it's rather uncomfortable. I'd advise against using it for bondage, it looks fun but the reality is that you are playing with electricity. Also the lights can cause burns on your skin as some get really warm after a while.'

You got lost in their gentle banter and serious words of advice for the rest of the episode, and once the stream had ended you went to instagram to enter the competition. Because as a loyal listener since day one, you knew you'd be the perfect co-host… if you could contain your nerves at least.

When you woke up to a private message by none other than the official podcast instagram page of An Hour of Spice a few days after the latest episode, you needed a moment to gather your thoughts. Your passionate comment had caught the attention of Sihtric and Sigtryggr, and you were the lucky winner who got invited to host an episode and to spend a night in a fancy hotel on the other side of the country. You accepted and claimed your win before your nerves could change your mind, and within a day you received the studio address, a plane ticket and the confirmation for your stay at the hotel.

Your travels were smooth and you were delighted to check into the fanciest hotel you'd ever been in, being booked into a 4 star hotel's penthouse that overlooked all of London. The podcast recording was only hours away when you received another message from their instagram page, and it came from Sihtric, who asked if you were down to come to the studio already to meet and to discuss the episode. You anxiously dressed up in your nicest outfit, a dark but festive cocktail dress with high heels underneath and faux fur coat on top, and you waited for the cab to arrive that had been ordered by Sihtric.

You arrived at the studio and already spotted Sihtric right outside as he scrolled on his phone, clearly waiting for you, and your heart skipped numerous beats. You had seen him on your TV and heard his voice through your headphones for years, but none of that could've prepared you for how utterly stunning and mesmerising he was in real life. Sihtric greeted you with a pleased look in his eyes and a big smile, giving you a firm hug after introducing himself and congratulating you.

'You're a lifesaver, darling,' Sihtric chuckled as he held the studio door open for you, 'I've never presented the podcast on my own, and I was terrified whoever won the competition just wouldn't show up.'

'What kind of a fool would not show up?' you laughed as you admired the studio once you were in it.

It was a surreal feeling to stand in the room that had graced your TV for so long, it felt almost natural and if you were at home.

'Well, I'm still very grateful you will be helping me out today,' Sihtric smiled sweetly, 'let me take your coat, darling,' he insisted, 'you look absolutely gorgeous, by the way. I'm sure Sigtryggr will be very disappointed he's not here.'

'Oh, thank you,' you tried to hide the blush on your face.

Sihtric offered you the seat in which his co-host usually sits, and it felt as if you were dreaming when you got to fully take in the moment. Sihtric looked ravishing, with his half braided hair and those curls, he was dressed in black jeans and a dark grey sweater that hugged his torso perfectly. He was even sexier in real life, seeing his tattoos and that hint of eyeliner up close stirred something in you that could not be stopped. Every time you looked at him or heard his voice you had to discreetly squeeze your thighs together under the table, and stop yourself from seductively biting down on your lower lip in a flirty manner when you felt his eyes on you.

It didn't help that Sihtric smiled slyly at you occasionally when you spoke to him, and the way his eyes often trailed down to your lipstick painted lips made it nearly impossible to think straight, as all you could do was undress him with your eyes. And by the look in Sihtric's mismatched eyes, you could tell he was doing exactly the same to you.

You enjoyed each other's company over a drink in the studio as Sihtric gave you time to adjust to the possibly overwhelming situation. It was also a moment to get to know each other a little more and to get comfortable discussing rather private topics. Sihtric wanted to know what you were comfortable talking about and what not, and when everything was clear for the both of you he showed you the episode's program. There were a few things you had already expected to be in the episode, such as him reading a passage from a book, but other than that you noticed there was not much of a script going on.

'This is not a regular episode,' Sihtric explained, 'so the plan is to let our listeners ask us questions in the chat and we can go from there. We have an hour to fill, but I'm sure that won't be a problem as there's always enough to discuss.'

You liked the idea and agreed to it, to which Sihtric took your hand and reassured you that you'll be doing great. And then, after one more quick check in the mirror, you watched Sihtric press the On Air sign and the live recording started. He had a way of making you feel at ease and as if you were the only person listening to him. Never did you feel any pressure from the millions of other people who had tuned in, it truly felt as if it was just Sihtric and you, and you loved every second of it. You watched him attentively when he answered some questions seriously, your eyes being stuck on either his lips, his hands or on his eyes that looked at you with such lust and mischief whenever he caught you gazing. You had chemistry, and it showed. Tons of fans commented how they loved you as a replacement for Sigtryggr, as it gave them a chance to see Sihtric's true flirty side for once too.

Sihtric had a way of lightly touching your arm with his fingers when he got excited about a question or whenever you made him laugh, and he didn't even try to tear his eyes away from you whenever you answered a question or spoke about your own experiences. He'd hum in response, a sound that made you aroused beyond words, and you had to restrain yourself from moaning into the microphone whenever he did that. He was aware of the effect he had on you, and since he was very pleased with your appearance too, he figured why not see how far he could take it.

He subtly pried into your sexual life, asking about experiences, limits and fantasies, all within the podcast's boundaries and never making you feel shy or exposed or uncomfortable.

'What's the one thing you wish to experience?' Sihtric asked, reading a fan's comment out loud to you.

'Receiving some good head,' you laughed, then went on to explain how your former bed partners had either not been good at it or had just refused to do it.

'That's not a way to treat a lady,' Sihtric chuckled and shook his head, 'listen,' he said and leaned in to the microphone again, then locked eyes with you, 'I'm single, as you all know by now, but I can promise you one thing… my woman would never have to worry about me not wanting to go down on her. I mean, it's the best thing in the world, no?'

Apparently the live chat exploded with desperate pleas to be his girlfriend, but you weren't aware of anything at all anymore. Your mouth went dry while all you could do was stare back into Sihtric's eyes, feeling his hand lightly rest on your knee under the table while he smiled rather seductively at you.

'I would,' Sihtric paused and bit down on his lip as he softly chuckled again, knowing he had everyone in his pocket right now while he kept his eyes on you, 'I would lay you down on a bed, or on a table or on the floor, it doesn't matter,' he continued with his silky sensual voice, 'and I'd strip you off whatever you're wearing right now, slowly though, because this is an act that shouldn't be rushed. And then I'd slowly run my hands up your bare legs, to your thighs, and I'd pull down your panties and kiss your legs as I'm doing so.'

Sihtric paused again, his eyes still locked with yours and he slowly wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue. You were holding your breath, and you knew that every other listener was doing the same thing.

'I'd kiss up to your thighs, and I like to mark what's mine,' Sihtric breathed, 'so I'd mark you all… up… with love bites, covering your inner thighs and even your hips with the sweetest bruises. And then,' he suddenly hummed, punching the air out of every listener's lungs, 'then I'd throw your legs over my shoulders and lock you in my arms, so you won't be able to move, because trust me you will be trying to get away,' he smiled, not once looking away from you, 'but you won't be getting away until I've had enough. And I will kiss your sweet spot, darling,' he hummed again, 'I will. I will kiss you and lick you and I'll fucking tease you until you can't take it anymore. But I wouldn't stop there, no,' Sihtric shook his head lightly, 'I won't stop until you've given me every single drop of that sweet release of yours, and I won't stop until you beg and cry because of how sensitive you are. And I promise you, love, when I'm finally done… you'll be begging me to treat you good like that again and again.'

You were completely numbed and hypnotised by his words, your hands were somewhat sweaty. You swallowed hard while you still felt his hand on your knee, which he teasingly squeezed before he suddenly winked at you with a grin, and he then sat back in his chair. You silently gasped for air, your head spinning while you tried to get back to earth again.

'And with that, my dear listeners,' Sihtric said, his voice back to normal again, 'we'll have to end today's episode. As always, thank you for listening to this special edition, and I want to thank my beautiful co-host for keeping me company today too. I hope you all enjoyed it. We wish you a pleasant evening, and we hope you'll cum again with us next weekend when we talk more about everything sexual, sensual and pleasurable.'

You somehow managed to discuss the episode afterwards for a moment with Sihtric, while he saved the recording and then unplugged all the equipment. 

But not many words were wasted before you found yourself lying back on the studio table, with Sihtric's head between your thighs, pleasing you by doing all those things he said he would. And after that you invited him over to your hotel, to return him a pleasurable favour he would long remember, before you had to catch your flight back home the next day.

Sihtric had reluctantly left the hotel bed the morning of your departure. He had taken a true liking to you and therefore decided to stay in contact after the episode, much to your delight, and the kind text messages quickly turned flirty and more than risky. Sihtric often called you his woman, a title you proudly accepted, and a few weeks after your first time meeting he wanted to meet you again in person.

He offered to pay for your travel and accommodation again and, like last time, you were invited to the studio for another podcast recording. This time you wouldn't actively participate in the episode though, but you would be present in the studio off screen. And naturally you weren't going to refuse that offer, nor the chance to meet the other man of your dreams; Sigtryggr.

You and Sihtric didn't label your relationship yet, but you did agree to be exclusive upon meeting the second time, when he picked you up from the airport and welcomed you with a firm kiss and a strong hug.

'I missed you,' he said as he drove you to the studio, 'did you miss me?'

'Of course I missed you,' you smiled, 'but are you sure Sigtryggr is okay with having me around in the studio?'

'Yeah, ofcourse,' Sihtric reassured you, 'of course. I wouldn't invite you if he wasn't. He saw the episode we did and he loved it. He actually even suggested having you on air too today, but since we got quite a topic to discuss this time I said maybe it's better not to.'

'Oh?' you frowned, 'what's today's topic?'

'Well,' your somewhat boyfriend cleared his throat, 'we didn't really decide to make it a whole topic, but we know there's not stopping that chat after that passage reading we always do. A listener suggested a recently released novel and we agreed to read from it, but it's a rather spicy threesome moment. So, you know,' he chuckled, 'that will set the chat off and we just know we'll have to brace ourselves for the questions and suggestions following that moment.'

'Oh,' you giggled, 'yeah, okay, I understand.'

'You ever had a threesome?' Sihtric suddenly asked after a moment of silence.

'What? Oh, I-,' you stammered, rather flustered, 'eh, no. You?' you asked, and then laughed, 'sorry, you don't need to answer that. I already know you did, you said that once in an episode.'

'I did,' Sihtric chuckled, 'only once though.'

'Would you do it again?'

'Well, that depends,' Sihtric became serious, 'I mean… I'm kind of with you now, no? I'm not against it, but I'd only be okay with it if you would be. I'm completely fine never having a threesome again.'

'I never had one,' you said almost shyly, 'but I'm not against it either, I guess, if there would be a good third person of course.'

'Who would you consider a good third person?'

'Oh, I don't know…'

'Sig?' Sihtric suddenly asked with a grin, 'would Sigtryggr be a good option?'

'Oh, well,' you blushed, 'I guess I wouldn't say no to that.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled as he pulled up to the studio, 'that's good to know.'

'Would you?'

'What?'

'With Sigtryggr?'

'Of course,' Sihtric laughed, 'who did you think my other threesome was with?'

Sihtric was quick to get out of his car, leaving you stunned as he sprinted over to your side to open the door for you. He took your hand and pulled you closer, only to cup your cheek as he leaned in and he then trapped you lovingly between his body and his car while he kissed you with such lust and passion it made your head spin.

But it was a pleasant kind of dizziness, so you gladly kissed him back and ended up making out on the hood of his car. You were only interrupted when another car pulled up to the private parking space, and the kiss was broken when the driver suddenly honked. Only then you saw it was Sigtryggr and your heart skipped a few beats, just like that first time when you met Sihtric.

'My lady,' Sihtric smiled at you as he walked you over to his co-host, 'this is Sig.'

You almost shyly introduced yourself to Sigtryggr while Sihtric kept his arm around your waist. You were somewhat intimidated by both men all of the sudden, their charm and dashing looks were almost overwhelming to take in. You felt relieved to find out that Sigtryggr was just as kind and warmhearted as Sihtric was, and you also couldn't help notice how both men kept eyeing you up as they discussed the podcast's program once you were in the studio.

You enjoyed the attention of both men, but kept your eyes mainly on Sihtric as you sat back to witness the live recording of your favourite podcast. You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks when both men began to read from the passage they had picked for the episode, and you knew their listeners around the world were loving it as much as you were.

'How would we go about a threesome?' Sihtric chuckled as he read the live chat's question out loud, 'you want to take this one away, Sig?'

'Sure,' Sigtryggr laughed, then leaned in and lowered his voice, 'well… first we'd make sure that you are all comfortable and relaxed with us, right, Siht?'

'That's right,' Sihtric spoke calmly with his warm voice, 'we'll ease you into us, don't you worry, and we'll treat you right for as long as you can handle us.'

Your breath hitched in your throat when Sihtric suddenly looked at you, and he smiled sweetly but with that familiar hint of mischief again.

'Exactly,' Sigtryggr agreed, then also gazed at you as he continued, 'we'd make sure you're all comfy on, let's say… a bed, yes,' he chuckled softly, 'we'll take this to the bed, sweetheart. First we'll have to undress you, which we'd do nice and slow, there's no rushing things because we'll have all night.'

'And then,' Sihtric added, his eyes locked with yours, 'I'd pin you down on the bed, gently of course, and I'd roam my hands all over your body while I'd kiss your neck. And then I'd pull you up to me as I sit back, and I'd kiss your lips so featherly light it wouldn't satisfy your hunger. You know,' he licked his lips, 'just to tease you, darling.'

'And while you're getting all needy for us, sugar,' Sigtryggr took over, earning eye contact with you, 'I'd sneak behind you, running my hands up your back and helping you out of your shirt. And then I'd kiss your neck too while Sihtric is still planting his lips on the other side of your neck.'

'And then I'd let you take off my shirt,' Sihtric murmured, 'and I'd move my hand up into your hair, so I can guide your lips as you kiss my body. And Sig?' he chuckled, 'he likes to watch while we'd make out.'

'The messier, the better,' Sigtryggr hummed in agreement.

And, as they continued their story, they described that while you'd be making out with Sihtric, Sigtryggr would undress himself and eventually grab Sihtric's hair, pulling him away from you to steal him for a steamy kiss of his own. Sihtric would grab your hands and make you cup his arousal, grinding against the palm of your hands while he'd kiss the other man before he'd go back to kissing you again, but kissing you firm this time and not teasingly anymore like before. 

Sigtryggr would grab your hips from behind and pull your buttocks against his groin, slowly grinding up against you while you'd grab onto Sihtric's broad shoulders. And Sihtric would grab your waist, pushing his body against yours and trapping you between both their muscular torsos, kissing you deeply while Sigtryggr marked your neck with his lips and teeth. You'd feel their warm hands all over your body, and Sihtric would unbutton your jeans and pick you up in his arms so he could throw you back on the bed, after which he'd pull off your jeans. And before you could blink, Sigtryggr would've taken off your panties already. They'd both pull you up to the side of the bed, where Sihtric would kneel down for you on the floor so he could please you, like the way he had done that first time you met, and you'd gladly please Sigtryggr in the meantime with your mouth as he towered over you until you both came. And you wouldn't leave Sihtric unpleased, never, so while Sigtryggr recovered he'd watch you suck off your boyfriend painstakingly slowly, so his climax would be even more intense than your own had been when he had his head between your thighs moments earlier.

But both men also knew what you'd enjoy, and they wouldn't hesitate to get into a steamy make out session with some heavy touching just for your viewing pleasure. And only when you'd become desperately needy for them they'd include you, both kissing and marking your body in their own ways. And while you'd be making out with Sihtric again, his hair dishevelled and his warm body glistening with sweat, Sigtryggr would tease and somewhat prepare you with his fingers, sliding deeply in and out of you in a gentle and pleasing manner, causing you to moan into Sihtric's mouth with every ragged breath you'd take.

And only then, when you'd be entirely relaxed, both men would take you in your own desired way and please you until the sheets would be soaked and the bed half broken.

'And with that, my dear listeners,' Sigtryggr said calmly, snapping you out of that fantasy both men had just created, 'we've reached the climax of yet another episode.'

'We hope it pleased you the same way it pleased us,' Sihtric smiled, 'now, we wish you a pleasant evening, and we hope you'll cum again with us next weekend when we talk more about everything sexual, sensual and pleasurable.'

And then, after the "on air" sign went off and Sihtric and Sigtryggr had unplugged their equipment, you knew that it was only a matter of time before that fantasy would become a reality…

@mrsarnasdelicious @neonhairspray @sihtricsafin @errruvande @penumbrie @lexeirikrleif @diiickbrainn @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @bubblyabs @dixie-elocin @alexagirlie @stupiddarkkside @urmomsgirlfriend1 @gemini-mama @foxyanon @man-i-be-that-pretty-motherfuckr @thenameswinter99 @m-a-s-h-k-a @superblyzanynight @hernakedmuse @ewanmitchellfanatic @lady-targaryens-world @cosmosnkaz

[raccoonscupoftea]

🎮A Gamers profession

Timeskip!Kenma Kozume X F!Y/n

Summary: Y/n and Kenma are a couple, also living together. While Kenma is streaming and struggling with a game, he soon admitted to need help from you, a professional game breaker.

Warnings: Nerd talk, SFW, possible grammar mistakes, cause english is not my native language.

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You love your job. It's fun, well paying and not so stressful. Kenma, your boyfriend, also likes your job, but sometimes he just wants you to stuff your face with a pillow when he's playing, especially when he's livestreaming.

You often get to know the next top game before everyone else. You get information on a game while it's still in the making and you have to play the game for endless hours before it's officiall release.

You're not designing the game or anything. No, you're here to break the game into pieces, testing limits, testing the code, testing AI. If it breaks, then the developers have more work to do. Or they simply just decide it is going to be a 'feature'. It's their choice. You just deliver the bugs to them.

So, then why does kenma want to shut you up sometimes?

Because of your job, you have developed a very good sense for game mechanics, attack patterns and the more advanced stuff on how a game is build. When Kenma encounteres a boss, he just knows you could beat it in a few minutes. He knows you could rush to an over the top overpowered boss and never get hit once, thou it would take longer to beat it.

It's when Kenma's visibly is frustrated, staring at his screen with an unhealthy posture, you then sometimes get up from your couch and take a look at what he's struggling with. As soon as you got into frame the viewers will start to spam the chat with messages about you.

Mostly just spamming your name but others will write absurd things like "mama's here to help" or "the professional is watching"

You just have to stand behind the chair and kenma starts to tell you to not say anything.

"Don't you dare tell me, I want to find it out myself" he complains and you just put up your hands "I didn't do anything, I'm just watching, but tell me if you need help"

So far he never needed help from you. He of course is an intelligent and very good gamer himself. Never have you doubted him.

___

You're currently on your own pc in a separate Office in your and Kenma's home. With a switch controller in your hands and feet up on a footrest, you happily enjoy playing some animal crossing on the bigger screen of your gaming setup.

Today's quiet cold so you're wearing a wearable blanked with a hoodie combined. It looks like a cat. On your table is a steaming hot tea, waiting to be cooled down a little. You were fishing all around the island in game to get the last fish of the museum collection, but the sporadic waves of tiredness are definitely not doing you a favour when it comes to pressing the right button at the right time. The game definitely knows how to get you so relaxed you could fall asleep right then and there in your gaming chair.

Another wave made you a little more tired than the usual waves. This time you had doze off for a few seconds before jolting back awake and continued your fishing spree. Work definitely was a bit to much with the winter holidays coming up and a lot of new games wanting to be released in early spring. Is also added up to your tiredness.

You glanced over to the time on your Pc and realised it's only 4pm, definitely to early to sleep now. You also know that Kenma was streaming for an hour now, since he always starts at 3pm.

Thou you don't learn from your mistake to play animal crossing while nearly dozing off and just continued, but rather than fishing you instead decided to continue to decorate the island.

It went well for the first hour. You made a plan and checked on the internet if there's the suitable furniture for it. The first decorations had been placed on their right spot, paths has been made but just a few minutes after the first hour, the tiredness has claimed you back.

While you were in the office relaxing every bone to a complete flat line, the person in the other office was nearly about to destroy a keyboard. The boss he was fighting was beating kenma every time to 0 HP. Kenma had stopped yesterday's stream in a near rage quit but today he had to beat it to get further in the game. He hasn't got past the boss and was getting more and more frustrated as well as confused. Sometimes he swears the boss just doesn't take damage and gets a massive attack bonus. Chat is convinced the boss wasn't beatable and was begging to kenma to bring out the game breaker, aka you.

Of course, he denied it at first but after an hour of trying and dying he finally gave up. Without a word he placed down his headphones, pushed his microphone back a little bit and walked out of the frame. His viewers were ecstatic and surprised that he'll need help from you.

As kenma was busting open the door to your office, the loud noise of the door made you jolt up from your chair. Your hair went places and the hoodie blanket went all the way up to your chin, telling kenma without a word that you were sleeping in your chair just now.

"I was definitely not sleeping" You stated in your defense with a sleep drunk voice, but Kenma did not believe you and smiled at how cuddly you looked. With a quick glance at the time you asked the streamer "Quit already? You're usually up till late at night"

Kenma placed his hands in the pocket of the black hoodie he's wearing and sighed, remembering why he's here in the first place "I think the game's bugged. I can't defeat the boss. I tried so many times" He slightly looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed about asking you.

At the word 'bugged' you stood up, placed the switch controller on the desk and walked over to him. You slipped your hands into his hoodie and took his hands in your own. "let's see what I can do"

The two of you went to his streaming room, but before you entered, the hood from your blanket hoodie went over your head to hide this atrocious mess of hair on your head. You quickly checked your appearance in the hallway mirror. As soon as the viewers got a glance at you and what you're wearing, they all typed in chat 'You're looking so cozy rn' 'where did you buy it?' 'looks so fluffy' 'I want to cuddle with you'

You waved at the camera to greed the viewers and kenma gestured you to sit down in his chair. You smiled at your boyfriend and placed your feet also on the chair, making you a cozy fluffy blanket ball.

He then quickly explained to you what he was doing and what was happening. Kenma then also pulled over another chair to sit down and watch you. You first tried your best max out attack and defence with his current equipment, but there wasn't even a slightest chance. You voiced out a small "Huh?" Before trying again.

The viewers could see on your face that something was up. You aren't a streamer and wasn't talking while playing the game and kenma knew to not disturb your concentration, but the viewers still seemed to enjoy watching you trying the best you could. It was the first time you were seriously playing a game with the intention to win and they were all very ecstatic as you tried to not get hit. One could tell how everyone was excited at this moment, the chat also was getting slower.

After half an hour, you had placed down the controller. The boss could hit the hero, because they weren't dodging anymore and the player dies in an instant. The question marks around your head were very visible. Something definitely is not right here. As soon as the game went to its pause menu, the viewers knew something serious it about to happen.

You grabbed the laptop from Kenma, booted it up, put in his password without a fail and went to the internet. The website from your work company appeared after a few clicks and at this moment Kenma realised what was happening.

He looked over to his camera and explained laughing "Guys, I apparently found a bug. Stuffs about to get serious now" The chat was then filled with suprised emojis. It didn't took 5 minutes and a donation came in.

Kenma glanced over to the donation site and read out loud "Thank you catlover51 for the..." He stopped a second as he saw the amount that was donated and was clearly surprised "Thank you for the 100$ and you had written down 'For Y/n, a little compensation gor having to work now' again thank you very much. You really didn't neet to donate so much"

As Kenma read the donation out loud you had began to smile behind the laptop sceen. Others then jumped onto the train as well and donated money from a single dollar to a little lager than 50$. Kenma was slightly overwhelmed my the sheer amount of donations that came in and couldn't stop thanking everyone, nearly shutting down the donation site so no one could waste more money on them. It was then you who calmed them down after finishing your research. You looked back to the camera and placed the laptop to the side "You don't need to pay me for this. It's my job and I love doing it. Also I get paid whenever I work, so I'm currently earning my money. But thank you for your concern" you smiled brightly at them before continuing to try out stuff in the game.

After some time nothing came out of the testing and you sighed. You glance over to your boyfriend, looking like a vet having to tell the owner some bad news. "You can't progress at this point, I'm sorry" His eyes widend "That's a joke right?" You just shook your head "Unfortunately not. You have found a very devastating bug, which stops you from killing the boss. As soon as an attack misses, the supposed damage gets stored and well... When the boss does hit you, then all of that stored damage gets released. That explains the bug with the one shot kill. This bug alone is manageable and already a known issue, but combined with the boss not taking any damage" you smiled at him with a sad face. "I'm sorry"

Kenma sighed and ruffled his hair "It's not your fault" he smiled and ruffled your hair as well. "Guess my save is busted then"

You took his hand in yours and looked him in the eyes. He squeezed your hand a little and looked back at you. There's a little spark in your eyes, telling him that there's something you could do "What are you up to?" He asked directly. Your eyes shift away, making you look innocent, scratching your cheek a little "I could force you out of the situation, by glitching you through a wall"

Usually kenma is against using glitches and exploits in his runs, but this is maybe the first occasion he'll consider it. He first looks at you with squinted eyes but then stood up "I'm going to the bathroom. Whatever you'll do, I'll don't know about it"

You're smile got bigger as he finished talking and went outside. He closed the door and after a little happy dance, you pressed onto respawn and forced the player to another part of the map. The viewers were watching your every step and were happy about you breaking a game infront of them.

As you were finished, you quickly saved the game and stood up, ready to leave.

"In my defence" you started talking into the camera a little bowed down to fit into the frame "I did not test this part of the game. Not my fault" You grabbed the open laptop and blew the viewers a goodbye kiss before you exited the streaming room.

On the way back to your own office, Kenma has finished his bathroom break. He grabbed your wrist before you could vanish into your room. He also grabbed the laptop and placed it on a sideboard. One hand of his wandered over to your waist, so he could pull you a little closer to him. "Thank you" he whisperd and gave you a little kiss on your cheek. "I'll make sure to finish today's stream a little earlier. Can't wait to cuddle you with this fluffy hoodie" he then again kissed your other cheek and headed back over to his room to see an alive character on a giant grassy field.

You on the other hand smiled and had to control your inner fangirl to not just scream and jump around. The viewers for sure could hear you if you were to loud.

You quickly grabbed Kenma's laptop and hid in your room, filling out a formula to get the new bug over to the Developers.

[scyllas-revenge]

Just read your “leap of faith” fic for Legolas and I have say I absolutely adore your writing style! Would it be possible for you to do a drabble or some rough ideas on what he would act like in the morning after waking up?

Thank you so much!! Honestly, that wasn't a fic I really planned to write more of, but your ask got my extremely rusty brain back to writing, so thank you! I'm not sure I succeeded at the style I was going for here, but it was fun to give it a try. I hope you like it!

(and @heilith I remember you requested to be tagged in my next Legolas content, so here you go!)

Leap of Faith, Part 2

aka even more Only One Bed shenanigans

Legolas/reader (gender-neutral)

Word count: 1100

Rating: G

Read part 1 here!

Legolas wakes to the sound of his name, but does not hurry to open his eyes. Your voice is a thing of beauty, as it always is, and he sighs a soft smile at the sound, willing the outside world away.

Soon his name is on your lips again, a bit more insistently this time. He shakes his head faintly. Not yet. Mortal sleep is a new experience for him, and he would indulge in it a few moments more. 

Now your hand presses against his shoulder. Regretfully, Legolas allows himself to be jostled into real wakefulness at last, where he finds you lying beside him, soft morning light streaming in through the inn’s faded curtains.

Your body is still curled toward him under the blankets. 

Concern pinches at your brow as you study him. You have never seen him sleep with his eyes closed—is he unwell? But then, perhaps elves never feel unwell. The wry laugh in your words does not fully disguise the sudden pain behind your eyes—perhaps you are reminded, as he so often is, of the immeasurable gulf between you, mortal and immortal, human and elf.

But you were never one to dwell overmuch on such heavy matters—you rest a hand against his forehead, half-teasing, as though to check for fever. Burning up, you inform him, your solemn pronouncement betrayed by the grin playing on your lips. Alas, he is quite unwell indeed! You fear his days are numbered. He had best get his affairs in order.

Legolas does not return your laugh. He will feel unwell in truth, he knows, the moment he must rise from this bed and carry on his journey with you, pretending he did not hear you whisper his name in your sleep, pretending he did not succumb to mortal dreams by your side. But he must give you an answer, and such a confession will not do. 

He was curious, he admits at last. It is no lie—not even a half-truth, for he is burning with curiosity, has burned ever since he met you. It is a weak answer, but it seems to satisfy you, and you smile at him more earnestly. 

Your hand still rests on his forehead, as though you’d quite forgotten to remove it. 

Have you shifted nearer to him? He does not think so. Yet the distance between you now seems unbearably small, intimate, your legs half-entwined under the blankets, his hair touching yours on your pillow. Nearly a lover’s embrace.

It is improper, Legolas thinks to himself, the instinct to scramble back rising in his throat. His curiosity has always warred with nervousness around you, the desire to at once surge forward and retreat often keeping him at a standstill entirely. But you speak again, and his eyes are drawn to the movement of your lips, so hypnotizing that you are forced to repeat yourself twice before he understands. 

Has his curiosity been satisfied, then? Now that he has had a taste of mortal sleep? Your eyes crinkle with laughter, the sound dancing soft and intimate between you. Mortal sleep is quite dull, after all, and you fear he must be disappointed. You shake your head ruefully, your hand leaving his forehead only to brush, agonizingly, against his cheek as you draw away—

“No.” Legolas's hand grasps your retreating wrist before you are aware of it.

His voice is still soft, the half-hushed restraint of early morning that you, like all mortals, seem to favor, but you cannot fail to sense the change in it, a flame igniting the word, low and rasping and hungry.

You lay frozen for a moment, your lungs scarcely drawing breath. But an answering flame sparks behind your eyes, and you raise your brow at him. “No...you are not disappointed? Or no, you are not satisfied?”

Softly you return your hand to Legolas’s face, your fingers trailing tentatively over his cheekbone, his jaw, the shell of his ear, shaped so unlike your own. His heart soars at your touch, and he laughs softly for sheer joy. “How could you disappoint me?" His hand falls to your waist, drawing you nearer. "In the waking world and in sleep, there is delight to me in all you do.”

“I am glad.” Heat blooms on your cheeks, but your fingers continue to play over his face, his neck, his hair, and your smile now is a thing of fire. You lean in closer than ever, and he wishes it might burn him. “And how could I satisfy you?”

Oh, there can be no doubt, now, that you feel as he does. The little bedroom seems suddenly to be made of gold, the morning sun sinking into his skin as though this is the first sunrise ever to grace Middle-Earth, the world born anew before him. Yet for all his elation Legolas knows not how to answer—he wants too much, far more than he can ask of you, and he fears his curiosity will never be satisfied.

Smiling all the wider for his silence, you take pity on him, tapping a playful finger against his chest as though in thought. “Perhaps I might tell you what I dreamed of last night. Will that do?” 

Your touch burns over his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, until your thumb sweeps softly over his lower lip. He swallows hard. He sees your sleeping face again, branded into his memory, your lashes fluttering, lips parting as you murmur his name. No, he thinks. It is not enough. “Perhaps you might show me instead.”

There is a heat beyond fire in your smile now, a heat to rival the rising sun. You know as well as he that this alone will not satisfy either of you, that this will begin something new and terrifying, a leap of faith far greater than the one he had taken last night in lying down beside you and closing his eyes. Yet he does not mean to retreat, and nor, it seems, do you. 

“Hmm. It will do, for a start.” 

Legolas is still chuckling fondly at your answer when you press his name against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair. As you pull his body flush against yours, sighing as he parts your lips to taste the joy and trust and desire on your tongue, his fears and doubts vanish like summer fog, for he knows you have faith in each other utterly. 

He knows that when you take this leap together, you will fly.

[megumiwifeyy]

You said you would come back?

Featuring: Megumi x Reader,pure angst ☹️ megumi and reader is in a relationship (reader is dead ) (is my first fine writing an actual fanfic and just pure angst so this will suck and might not make sense ☠️😭) (this is quite based on the song Fourth of July) (gojo and shoko is in the end)

Warnings: Pure angst? Megumi is with your corpse in a morgue room,scars and bruises on reader dead body,megumi and reader is like in their second year in Jujutsu High and like this is my first time writing a angst fanfic so this is probably cringe IM SORRY FORGIVE ME☠️😭 there’s probably grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes..pretend u didn’t see that..

Feel free to reblog and sent request!!

Megumi Anxiously clenched his fist.

He looked at your cold body, scars and bruises all over your body. It was hard to look at.

He was alone in the morgue, Gojo informed him that you..didn’t successfully..finished the mission. After he was informed,he quickly ran to the morgue where Shoko worked in. Now here he is, looking at your dead body. It hurts him.

You fought a special grade curse, you weren’t as strong as the special grade curse of course, you were only a grade 2 sorcerer after all.

Megumi was..mad. Very Mad.

He didn’t get why they didn’t have Yuuta or someone else to go do the mission. Why did they have to have you do the mission instead?

His last memory of you was 2 days before your mission, before your death.

FlashBack:

“I will be fine megs I will come back in no time and make it out alive,I promise!” You spoke, not wanting to worry your boyfriend, you honestly didn’t know would you make it out alive this mission or not.

Megumi gave you a worried look, but he decided to trust you that you will be fine..

You smiled, as you gave him a kiss on the cheeks,as you left to go to your mission. Giving him your finale goodbyes to each other.

End of Flashback

Megumi shouldn’t really have trusted you huh..?

Tears streamed down the boy face. Megumi tired his best to not be loud, as he didn’t want to he heard sobbing quietly.

As he touched your hands, it wasn’t warm anymore. It was Cold.

He couldn’t believe he will lose your warmth, your welcoming smile and your comfort forever. He couldn’t believe he lost you forever.

You promised him that you will come back right? You should be alive and well comforting him right now, scolding him that’s he’s crying and that he shouldn’t.

As Megumi Cried, his sobs got louder and a bit louder per minute.

Meanwhile outside the morgue room..

“The kid is experiencing these type of things around this age is honestly..just sad.” Gojo spoke tiredly, feeling bad for Megumi.

“Don’t act like you didn’t experience something like this with Him before” Shoko replied, lighting up a cigarette as she spoke.

Gojo chuckled softly, as he spoke “yeah, your right.”

…

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IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKED IM GENUINELY SORRY😭 PEASE FORGIVE ME🙏🙏

[fxrmuladaydreams]

Omg Lando weekend is so me haha, I'm so excited. I'd love a blurb based around the prompts 25, 106 and 139. Lando and reader are friends who have been in love with each other for years, and maybe a friend (Pierre, Charles, it's up to you) sets her up with someone, she doesn't want to go because she loves Lando but agrees because she thinks Lando could never like her back. So she goes on the date, but gets stood up, so Lando takes her home, confesses and they end up having sex? And maybe if you can like have something where the friend finds out what happened between her and Lando and is happy for them? I hope this is okay. Ily 🧡🧡

requests for lando weekend are now closed

notes: i’m so tired of my phone thinking “lando” is misspelled. i lose a little bit of my sanity seeing all of the red underlines. also i kind of didn’t write any actual smut, i’m sorry

warnings: implied smut

You didn’t want to be here. Really it was the last thing you wanted, especially with all of the looks in your direction as time passes on.

You thought this was a good idea, Charles setting you up. He claimed that he knew someone that would be perfect for you. A friend or acquaintance of Alexandra’s.

It would’ve been nice to actually go out with someone, instead of sitting at home alone, longing for someone you couldn’t have.

Your relationship with Lando was complicated. Well, complicated on your side. You had grown feelings for the Brit pretty early on in your friendship. You kept them hidden away in the back of your mind though, afraid of what would happen if he ever found out.

Lando was perfect, absolutely perfect. He was sweet, funny, attentive, and he was extremely good looking as well. He was a total catch. You couldn’t possibly fathom a future where he would share your feelings.

You decide to leave when your waitress comes by for a fourth time. You pay her for her time and she gives you a sympathetic smile as you leave. You pull your phone out once outside, debating on who to call to pick you up.

You could call Charles and Alexandra, she was the one to drop you off, but you weren’t ready to face questions and have to recount your lonely night.

Lando furrowed his brows as he looked at his phone resting on his desk.

“What’s wrong?” Max asks him after noticing his attention has been pulled away from their stream.

“I’ll be right back.” He steps away from the stream leaving Max to keep the viewers entertained.

He answers the phone when he steps out of his streaming room, closing the door behind him.

He can hear some background noise around you, like you’re outside somewhere. He feels his heart drop when you ask if he could come pick you up, your voice with a sad lilt to it.

He hurriedly agrees, asking that you stay where you are. He goes back into the streaming room to tell Max that he’s going to pick you up and he won’t be back on the stream for the night.

The chat explodes with comments about how sweet Lando is, multiple users talking about how perfect you and Lando would be together, how cute you are when you’re walking with him in the paddock.

When Lando sees you standing alone on the sidewalk his heart breaks just a little. You’ve got your arms wrapped around yourself and a frown resting on your face. He’s quick to get out of the car and wrap a spare jacket over your shoulders.

He opens the car door for you then gets back in the car, driving you to a fast food restaurant. You get food from the drive-thru, and eat in in Lando’s car in the parking lot.

He doesn’t press you for information about your night, but he knows you had to have been on a date. You were dressed far too pretty to not be. He wonders how the date went. Was the guy really bad? Was he rude to the restaurant staff? Was it just too awkward? He’s shocked when you tell him that your date never actually showed up.

You want to bury yourself in the hood of Lando’s jacket, to hide your face from the boy sitting next to you.

“What a fucking asshole.” He huffs.

You shrug. “It’s not like it was going to anywhere anyways. I don’t really think I’m good at dating.”

He looks confused. “What? What do you mean?”

You pick at your food, wondering how much you’ll actually be able to tell him.

“I don’t think I can be in a relationship with someone, at least, not right now. I wouldn’t want to put someone through that.”

“Y/n, anyone would be lucky to date you, seriously.” He says reaching for your hand.

You feel yourself flinch as you pull away from him. “It just… it hurts.”

“What?”

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you.” Your voice is quiet, like you’re telling him a secret. You give him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, your eyes that are welled up with tears. When you give him a small nod, it all clicks.

“You… you, um… really?” He’s at a loss for words.

You wipe the tears away from your eyes. “Yeah. And I know you don’t feel the same, I’d never expect you to. I just hope it doesn’t change anything between us-”

Your words are cut off when he quickly leans towards you and presses his lips to yours. He gives you a soft kiss, savoring the feeling of your lips against his.

“It changes everything. Because I do feel the same. I’ve waited so long for this, for you.” He says as he leans his forehead against yours.

You grin pulling him into another kiss, this one far more heated than the previous one. It’s a clash of teeth and tongues as you both try to get impossibly closer to each other over the console in his car.

You pull away panting, and reach for your phone. “I should text Alex and Charles about the date, let them know what happened.”

Lando takes the phone from your hand and throws it in his backseat.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m taking you home, and I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name. Then we’re going to go to sleep, then maybe you can text them in the morning. While I make you breakfast.” He gives you a smirk.

“Well then, take me home Lando.” You press another kiss to his lips.

[cup1dt3a]

Well, I had an idea for you to do. The reader is a streamer who enters the Welcome website and, together with the live people, gets to know this Welcome and Yan! Wally... Well, how would Wally react to that? And as time goes by wally falls in love with the reader, how would he see the reader's fans and his job of doing live, playing games, watching videos?

-🐰

Tysm for the request! I love this idea I don’t think I’ve seen anyone do it yet but I could be wrong too! Hope you’re doing well or that things get better 🐰!

this hasn’t been spelll checked so sorry for any errors in my writing!

“Hello everyone and welcome back or to my stream! Today I’m looking at this website called “ Welcome Home.” You greeted explaining the website you found while starting your stream.

You’ve been a streamer for a few weeks, but you’ve managed to gain a lot of popularity due to keeping up with the popular topics of the months. And out of nowhere you had found the website “ Welcome Home”. You don’t know how or why it just one day popped up in one of your emails probably from some fan of yours wanting you to review it. Strangest thing about the email was how nothing was said about the website and the email even seemed to be sketchy, but curiosity got the best of you.

So without thinking or whatever had possessed you made you click on the website. For a second the bright colors and themes of the website blinded you as your eyes tried to adjust to it. The bright colors and theme of the website amazed you. As you looked further into it the website explained it was an abandoned puppet studio they had found. And wanted to revive or find out more about the old show that seemed to have been wiped from history.

You’ve heard a few things about the website and it’s fast rise to popularity so it would probably do you some good to check it out. What’s a little curiosity going to hurt?

” There’s glitches in the website?” You questioned as people flooded your comments with all the glitches in the game.

You decided to check them out after previewing the characters information about them. Though one character in particular caught your eye. Wally Darling he was the only character who ever made eye contact with the viewer. Especially in official art or any on the website his large black eyes almost followed you around in a way. It was creepy, but you guessed that might have just been something the maker of the website did.

Little did you know it wasn’t. As the lively black eyes followed you are still peering into your own eyes. Even peaking onto your stream. As you chatted to your so called “chat” about the website.

“ Hello and welcome to or back to my stream!” You said doing your usual intro for your stream.

“ Sorry if the quality is bad! I’ve been having some trouble with my computer, but that won’t stop me.” You announced.

Ever since you went onto the welcome home website you’ve been having technical difficulties with your computer. You’ve rebooted it twice, brought it to someone for repairs, and after all that you were told nothings wrong with it. Now here’s the oddest thing today as you streamed your graphics and everything was fine. No buggs or anything it was fine. Acting as if there wasn’t anything wrong with it for the last week!

“ Well I’ll just end the stream here. Thank you all watching!” You said as you finally ended the stream.

Sighing out you looked at your now glitching computer. You brought your lips to a pout still thinking of what possible way your computer would be fine. How could it be fine if it’s doing this? And what’s with the eyes that would always pop up randomly. The eyes seemed so familiar in a way too. Were you being hacked? This was just starting to get ridiculous. Who and what is doing this shit?!

Your ‘streams’ as you called them were always so interesting. He’s never really seen anything like this and you even do it for a living? A very fun job in his opinion! To just info dump, review, and give your own input on whatever you were doing sounded like a dream.

As you talked he couldn’t help but become mesmerized with your voice. It was just so addictive to just watch you all day doing your streams without a care in the world. Especially as his dark eyes watched your face contort into so many different emotions. Whether it be anger, sadness, disgust, or even adoration all of them looked so beautiful on your beautiful face. He looked forward to watching you ever day. In a way you could say he was your number one fan because he was always the first one to watch your streams every day.

But once they ended he still had front row seats to his next favorite stream. What you did when the camera was off. This was when you didn’t put on your little persona for the camera and everything was just artificially you. He loved this part of you the most. Even if you didn’t know he was there he always was watching you. You were all his thoughts had clouded over with. A fog of nothing but your sweet face saying his name in admiration just as he hoped to someday say to you.

Oh, how he just yearned to be with you! But not yet, no it’s not time. Not yet…

Tysm for reading this hope you’re alll doing well or that things are getting better!

sincerely- Cup1dT3a💖

[januaryembrs]

ROYALTY | Din Djarin x Kenobi/Kryze!Reader

Request: Could you do a din djarin x reader story? It would be cool if it involved reader being the daughter of Obi-wan Kenobi and Satine Kryze! 

and: Hey, girl!!! For your 1k celebration could you do a din djarin and satine kryze daughter reader pairing? I saw that someone went around asking multiple people for something similar to this. I had already been thinking of this for awhile, but I understand if you don’t want to do it now because of that. Still love your writing either way, thanks! 

and: Hi! I’m so happy your doing your 1k event! I know your fanfic is similar to this prompt but could you do something shorter about din djarin x former padawan reader? Sorry if that’s not enough to go off of, I’m not very creative. Thanks, girl! 

description: Din meets the Princess of Mandalore, only that's not what it says on her bounty puck

word count: 1.1k

trigger warnings: fighting?

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It was supposed to be simple. A common thief, Karga had said when he’d handed him the puck, a little urchin had slipped her hands in too many officers' pockets for them to let her off easy. Whether Mando killed her or not was up to him, but she’d ran such amuck in the streets of Canto Bight with trick cards that a higher bidder had asked for her body stuck in cryo. 

He seemed indifferent to take on a thief for a little deck tricking, feeling as if he were almost better than ruining someone's life for the sake of a victimless crime. What was the worst that came of it? A gambler liquored off his head lost more than he should have wagered away in the first place? But things were slow now Karga and Dune had cleared up Nevarro, and he needed the money, the kid needed new clothes, that little potato sack he was in did nothing for him.

The picture had been classified though, he should have known something was wrong from that point. The red lights should have been blaring right from the beginning. 

Because the last thing he’d expected when he’d tracked her location was the sheen of Beskar staring back at him.

You’d caught sight of him immediately, despite him being as stealthy as he usually was on these missions. He remembered freezing in his silent tracks, the way you had clocked his position within seconds of him getting close. It hadn’t been difficult, why would it? Not when you’re a trained force user as yourself, not when you hear a constant stream of voices, those from around you, hearing their every thought so clearly as if it were your own. 

You used to complain to your father of how loud your head got, but now time had finely tuned your skills, they gave you peace. Calming like white noise. 

You could imagine the surprise to hear thoughts nearby, a man’s you quickly deduced, your name blaring in the forefront of his mind. His heartbeat grew in volume by the second when your torso cocked in his direction, the thrumming of it stopping for a moment as you caught sight of him. 

“I suggest you be smart about this, Mando, and leave the way you came. I have no interest in sending Karga another body,” You called, head tilting beneath the helm, as he stepped out of the shadows, blade in hand. 

“You sound confident,” He said back, biding his time as he weighed up his chances, “You had problems with the guild before?”

He cursed Karga under his breath for leaving out the very crucial information that the bounty was in fact one of his own people, and ofcourse, a trained killer herself. 

“Only the ones stupid enough to try it,” You snapped, circling him as he stepped closer, though his body followed your movements to every millimetre, “Are you stupid, or will I need to send Greef another message about tracking me?” 

It was then, as you saw the way his fist enclosed tighter around the blade that you reached for your own weapon. Usually the ones dumb enough to even attempt claiming their bounty were scared off by your sabre alone, the others met their own fate not too long after. You just hoped he would fall into the first category. 

The electric crackled in the air as you flicked the ignition, a cobalt blue lighting up the small alleyway he had found you in, and you saw him freeze with hesitation.

Turn around. Turn around, and walk away. You put the thoughts in his head, as if whispering like a siren in his ear, and you prayed it was enough to stop any bloodshed before it started. 

But this man, whether or not he knew it, had strong mental shields. By the way he shuddered, he had heard your commands clearly, but they had no affect on him other than that. 

“Your one of those- jedi,” He hissed, pointing at you with his blade, his knuckles tightening on the hilt, something more than fear in his voice. Fury, you felt it rolling off him, the taste of it sour in your mouth, “You dare wear my people’s armour when you are from an enemy race? Who did you get it from?” 

“Your people?” You scoffed, tugging the helm over your face to reveal a royally pissed expression as you took in his frozen figure, “Do you have any idea who I am?” 

Maker, you were beautiful. It rubbed salt in the would that you looked so ethereal when he felt the dishonor thrumming in his veins that you had disgraced his peoples armour. He wore his with pride, you paraded it around as a trophy, most likely from the Mandalorian you’d killed to get it. 

He felt his lip curve into a sneer as he lunged for you, the long blade barely swiping your neck as you dodged out of the way of his advance, chucking your helmet to the side with little thought on its wear. It was Beskar, a little bump to the pavement would barely touch it. 

“Jedi are sorcerers, they are our enemies. Who did you get this from?” Din seethed, his arm coming up to shield his face as you cut through the air, the lightsabre thrumming with resistance as it met his armour. 

There was abit of huffing between the two of you as you pushed against one another, the blue light illuminating your furious expression as he glared at your behind his mask. 

“I got this armour on my first life day on Mandalore, as a gift from my mother, the Queen,” You snapped, your hand raising towards his chest and sending a wave of force towards him. Din stumbled back, the energy tame in comparison to the pain you could have inflicted on him, falling on his ass as his expression crumpled into confusion. You stood over him with a scowl, eyes narrowing where he struggled to catch his breath, clearly never having felt the force used against him before, “I inherited my powers from my father, the Jedi sworn to protect her and my people, before my home planet was destroyed by Sith,” You snapped, waiting to see if he was ready to lunge for you again, or if he would like to be flung around like a ragdoll some more. 

When he didn’t move, his chest rising and falling as he looked up at you, no ounce of lie in your tone, you flicked your sabre off and sheathed it. Then you surprised him even more, if that had even been possible. You extended your hand out to him, offering a lift up from where he was crouched, stunned, speechless as he took your domineering stature in.

“Next time I expect you to have a bit more respect for your Princess, Mando,” 

authors note: hello sorry these request I'm about to bang out have been sat in my drafts for so long. They genuinely got buried under a pile of other pieces I was working on, and I am not a very organised person when it comes to Tumblr, I wish I was, but I hope you enjoy! sorry you've all waited so long if you sent in a request :))))))

[junosmindpalace]

Hey!! (。・∀・)ノ☆

If it's okay, could you please write a Senku x gender-neutral reader oneshot in which the reader really wants to learn more about astrophysics (likely being inspired by Senku), but they're nervous and way too hard on themself, thanks to all of the criticism and discouragement they've faced from their family? ☆

Sorry about any of the grammar or spelling mistakes I might've just made, lol - I just woke up about an hour ago, but I got super excited when I saw you were taking requests! Have a great day/night, and no pressure <3 ☆

hi there!! thank you so much for your request and patience! i hope this is what you were referring to in your request, i'll edit a bit more in the morning </3 i WOULDVE answered this directly but i suddenly couldnt find it in my inbox anymore. forgive me!

synopsis: you doubt just how far a passion can get you.

You’ve really got to hand it to him; science was awesome. 

The way Senku charged forward with his passion, never once wavering in his love and belief in it despite the backlash and hardships he received was inspiring. All the time you spent around him had his determination and fearlessness inspiring you as well. And when you told him about your pursuit in learning more about astrophysics, all thanks to Senku’s own fascination and all the crazy experiments he roped you into, he was more than ecstatic. 

He’s been the main provider for your fascination, being damned if he wouldn’t take the opportunity to indulge you in the awesome power of and wonder that was science. It was a constant stream of information all coming from Senku, whether it was in the form of some texts he found or one of his rants on a related experiment. It even fuelled his own excitement of being able to talk science with you, eager to dump everything he’s learned into your mind and show off every related experiment he’s capable of. 

Not that you were complaining in the slightest. You soaked up his knowledge and excitement like a sponge, just as eager to learn and indulge as Senku was. You traded information, having conversations that would last hours on the topic. Never once did either of you bore. 

Though it wasn’t long until your family had found your stash of books on the subject and had walked in on you pouring over the information in them. Family members skeptically eyed your notes and the titles of the books you were signing out from libraries and borrowing from Senku. They doubtfully questioned you, and it was as if a switch had been flipped in your head, suddenly feeling small and insecure under their disapproving and scrutinizing gazes. 

It wasn’t hurting anyone, it was just a hobby of yours. And they agreed. Besides, the benefits that came with having a career in the sciences was well worth the pursuit. What felt like a blow to the chest was the fact that they doubted this passion of yours, your capabilities and your commitment to it. 

“You can’t waste all this time on a hobby.”

“Are you sure you have what it takes to pursue this?”

“I just don’t know how suitable this is for you…”

“This interest will die out in a couple of months. Don’t let yourself get caught up in something that will ultimately be of no value to you.” 

Words like these and long conversations about your family doubting your passion in astrophysics made it hard for you to continue enjoying learning the material, and your attitude toward it slowly started to shift. 

This shift didn’t go unnoticed by Senku, of course. He was all too familiar with people doubting the validity of his passion for science. His enthusiasm and insane experiments have gained him both admirers and people who doubted and even resented his eccentricity, viewing him as an oddity. He was all too familiar with people doubting his knowledge and science as a whole! Thus, it was why Senku was the perfect man to help you get back into your old mindset. 

His mission to get you to believe in the awesome power of science started as soon as you first met him, but now he had to help you get back on the track to believing in yourself.

He remembers when you first reluctantly told him about this seed of doubt that had been planted into your mind, slowly invading your mind like an invasive plant. 

Senku made sure to weed out the root of this seed before it could invade the rest of your mind, thorny and suffocating in vines. If there’s anything his old man taught him, it was what support and indulgence could do and where it could take him. 

He can tell you’ve become more doubtful in your knowledge when it came to your discussions, not as eager as you once were to share your findings and things that particularly interested you in the subject. Corrections Senku made seemed to fluster you all the more, even quiet you at times, no longer enthusiastically accepting his contributions to discussions. 

Suddenly you don’t feel as capable as Senku is. You watched his love of science grow up alongside him, and you’re fearful that you just won’t be able to commit to that interest as much as Senku does. What if you’re no good at it? What if you never grow? What if you constantly fall behind? What if you lose interest entirely? The doubts in your mind were endless.

But to Senku, his love of science came very naturally, and he was able to tell that so was the case for you. It wasn’t forced and you certainly weren’t complaining when it came to indulging in the material. You were knowledgeable and capable in the subject, and above all, he could tell that you had fun with it. And ultimately, that was what you needed reminding of.

And so one afternoon after another no-go at getting easy discussion out of you, you had revealed to him in a messy jumble all these fears that were pulling you back from continuing to pursue this interest. He listened with a frown and furrowed brows as you explained to him the doubts your family had put in your mind, and reflected on them throughout. 

And once you were finally done venting those doubts that were weighing you down like a boulder chained to your leg, a moment of silence followed. 

Suddenly you’re even more nervous than you began, having no clue what to expect from Senku’s response. But then you hear him speak up: “So what?” 

You immediately raised your head, staring at him in confusion. “What?”

“So what?” he echoed, a small smile breaking out over his face. “Science is trial and error. It takes a lot of patience and a lot of time to learn and apply. It can be frustrating and all the failures can be discouraging--if you choose to look at it that way.”

He places his hands in front of his lap and propels himself forward, just slightly, so that his face is inches from yours. You’re taken aback for a moment, and his smile still hasn’t left him. 

“Failure is part of the learning process, a big part! Doubt and speculation are what lead to more theories, more experiments, more learning, and more growth. And with every failure you learn something new, so you never really lose!” 

He rests backward, but never leaves your gaze. His voice grows gentler, but doesn’t lose any of its resolution. “You know this.” 

“And besides, science isn’t about being the best. You like it ‘cause it’s fun, right?”

And his smile grows a little wider when he sees in your face the reminder slowly coming down on you, snapping you out of this trance of self-doubt. 

This interest didn’t develop out of a need to impress, for validation, or any other ulterior motive other than to indulge in a fascination that turned into a hobby you really truly loved. Not because of the praise it brought in from peers, but because you enjoyed immersing yourself in it, from the textbooks to the lengthy conversations to the experiments that took a hundred tries to get right. The successful end goals were just as fun as the insightful process. Even if it took a while to grasp certain concepts or review certain material, it was just all the more exciting and rewarding when it finally did click.  

And though there would always be people who are hesitant to give their all and project those doubts, it shouldn’t hold you back and have you following in their footsteps. 

Besides, having Senku to indulge with certainly meant that you would never, ever have to doubt for long.

[connor6sex]

Lifesteal s6 day 1 report

So i watched a whole lotta lifesteal yesterday, and i continue to be watching a lifesteal stream as i write this. But Derapchu is wonderfully ignorable, so we persist. Here are the majority of my observations and thoughts on day 1. Some of my recollection may be wrong, please correct inconsistencies if you know more than i do. Intense Spoilers below (including mace spoilers)

So i began the day over an hour to launch, meowing up a storm in Pangi's chat. meow meow meow. Wonderful stuff. Once the server was closer to start and everyone else went live, i pulled up Princezam and Squiddo's streams. These were to be my main perspectives for the day. At one point i did end up watching 4 streams at once, and it was chaotic and i dont like watching more than 2 at once. I had a man on the inside[4 monitors with almost everyone's stream pulled up] to give me more news as it breaks.

The first death was Roshambo who died to dripstone i believe.

The initial team breakdown is as follows:

The Empire: This the group of assholes who preanounced their team, Minutetech, Mapicc, Spoke and Jepexx. Joined by surprise new member ChiefXD. This team began by rushing Mace and potions in order to kill people. They declared themselves the 'evil empire' and did some murderating. They got one of [the?] first kills on HannnahxxRose using dripstone. [or jumper? i think they both died early on to dripstone]

Blindfold Brothers: As the name suggests Manepear and Flamefrags decided that it would be them against the world. They briefly allied with another group against the empire, but they super betrayed and killed a bunch of people. Why my informant was surprised when they did that is beyond me. I thought it was obvious that these two would go on a murder spree.

The next team i actually dont know much about. Idk how stable and who's acutaslly in it: I think Woogie, Redd, Hannah, Leo, Kab and Clown [according to woogie's !team command]. Kab suspects that Clown is going to betray the rest of the group, which would be pretty Clownpierce of him. But CLown and Kab are tight. As a group of 6, they are officially the largest team on the server. They attempted to take down the Empire, and Mane and Flame even joined them temporarily to hunt the Empire.

The Pants Pals: 4CVIT Squiddo and MrCube6. Amazing team, fantastic. Also a member of this team: Eevee Trial Chamber Gay (tcg) the dog. This dog is the msot important thing on this server. Dont care about the mace anymore, only this dog matters. Yes this group is the one that got the the mace, but forget that. puppy. Squiddo, inspired by her dog buried the mace in a barrel that only she knows the location of.

Spacewaffles: Bacon and Planet are back babey! they built a nice tower together with tuff and copper, it looks great. They are neighbours with Zam and also Ash. Who also built houses near spawn.

Derap Wemmbu Ash: according to chat and also backed up by Derap when i asked, they are also Allied with Pangi & Spep. Derap & Terrain also have thier own alliance outside of the team. derap said a duo name that was long and weird, i think it was like glazed donut something duo. idk. derap's a freak. In pangi's chat, his !team command says Derap. Derap's pinned message does not say Pangi.

PrinceZam: is alone. on purpose! this time! He claims he could have friends but he doesn't want them! Zam's going solo and he's being a pacifist this season, or at least for as long as it lasts. He's not doing this for 'moral' reasons, but Zam also stated he didn't know that Morals are subjective. So, uh. take that as you will.

PE: Pentar Ecorridor. Clever name, said no one. idk what they're up to. Pentar killed Zam on Bacon's request. that was Zam's first death.

The Sticklers: Jumper & Ro. idk anything about what they've done. I just noticed Jumper was live, so i asked her team in chat. Jumper is down to 6 hearts after Clown killed her twice in succession. idk about the other deaths.

other people: idk. SB737 has not logged on yet. Whether he is on vacation until monday or as some chatters said he died in hospital after being run over by a truck. Who can say which one is true. Jaron i think also hasn't logged on. idk what anyone else is up to.

heart recipe: 4 netherite, 4 nautilus shells 1 ominous key

Now thats the stuff that i might actually reference some day. but like. idk man.

Some other things: Wemmbu was stuck in a hole for a while. Zam and Mapicc were discussing how long he would stay there complaining and how long until he just logs off. At one point Pentar was willing to go rescue him, but Mapicc killed him before Wemmbu could be helped to preserver the important Wemmbu Research being done. Later Wemmbu was killed by Spoke and the whole world rejoiced as Wemmbu was freed from Cave civilisation.

No one likes the Empire. idk if the Empire even likes the Empire likes the Empire. Jepexx [tried? accidentally?] nearly teamkilled at multiple points. Idk if this team will last. they were being called Frat bros by other people, and made enemies of everyone. I think MoralTech might also be having second thoughts about being evil.

No one knows where the Mace is. the Pants Pals, (which until they named themselves that i was referring to them as 4squid6 as that's the best way to combine their names.) got the mace quietly after Sqiuddo's mad rng role of getting the heavy core on the first ominous key. After that Squiddo went and hid the mace, her own team does not know where it is. Clown later claimed to have the mace, and no one can technically verify he doesn't. but everyone suspects their enemies of having it. and no one knows for sure. Very fun for someone who's known who has the mace the whole time. I've been in chat saying that I have it, or freddy fazbear has it. It's important to spread misinformation in times like these. Remember, unverified guesses may count as streamsniping at mod's discretion. If you are saying random names have the mace, make sure that its people who aren't real or at least not on Lifesteal this season or haven't logged on. Does SB have the mace? Have they asked him? Have we proved SB doesn't have it? I think SB might have it. :shrug:

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep

03.26.25 - I have made it to the halfway point of the week, and I'm making it special by air frying the muffin I got for breakfast. I'm grateful for the hybrid schedule, and that I'll get to keep it for another year; I desperately needed that extra hour of sleep this morning. The cats have been waking me up for breakfast at the worst times recently.

Work - I opened my comp today to a bunch of efiles from late last night, plus a multitude of NYM requests. Meanwhile yesterday CSB asked me to do something I discovered was impossible on my end; since the reno, I no longer have a CD drive to write information to a CD to. Emailed CSB back, CC'd CS [the paralegal], and received no reply - until this A.M. Now CS can do the CD burning, but I gotta write a cover letter. Looking pretty busy on my end.

Background Noise - Well I am back working from home, so the DVR will primarily be the background noise; I have way too many Jeopardy and After Midnight episodes saved on there so we're binging those today. Plus YT, probably mostly on mute; I hit 21 videos yesterday and since most of the videos are at least 30 min or more I feel like I'm keeping up my numbers pretty well.

Study - Wednesday is 'visual study' day and while I'm not doing my usual DVR stuff, Jeopardy definitely counts. Additionally, I have quite a few YT vids saved up for today: one about the 'Idaho torso' (this is an archeological documentary, not true crime); one on a N. Korean spy who caused a plane crash; one on the Impossible Man - John Zegrus; one on Havana Syndrome; & one on the Aurora theater massacre. All of these count, especially the one on the Idaho torso and the one on the N. Korean spy; I'm more familiar with the content of the other three.

Speaking of studying, while I did not do quite as well as I wanted to yesterday, I did not do poorly either; I'm just an overachiever. I read two (2) press releases; an essay on Canada's 'Maple Spring'; a report on water analysis of a particular stream in Belgium (the water reports can tell us a lot about pollution); another section of Shielded from Justice; another entry on the Deep Climate blog; and 16 different news articles.

Extras - Okay chores: I have to clean the catbox out and vacuum the rugs as the normal stuff; then I want to take a deep clean dry Swiffer cloth to Dad's bedroom registers & floor, that way I can sweep and wet Swiffer it and then set up a routine where I'm not doing this BS every six (6) months. Dinner is takeout, which should give me time; I'm craving comfort food, namely pizza from my favorite takeout place down the street. Cup n' char with their garlic breadsticks on the side sounds like heaven while I watch a few (3) more episodes of Kiramager before doing the big self-care routine. It should pay off at the end of the night with more time to myself to relax.

[freudianslumber]

Today, Tomorrow and Forever

Summary:  Angel Elvis went through Hell when being falsely accused of betraying God.  Eventually found true love with LAPD narcotics officer B.B. King.

Author’s Notes: Guess I might as well take that leap of faith.  What started out as jotting down headcanons or a few ideas turned into a 7000+ words WIP.  Well it is my first fan fic ever, and might also be my last.  I was going to post it on AOx3 but have no patience to wait until my account request goes through. Since not many people are posting m/m fiction in the Elvis fandom at Tumblr I thought I might as well put this out.  Or maybe I just wanted some indication all that time I spent writing this weekend was not completely wasted.  

Chapter 1 Hell's Angel

Pairing: incubi x Elvis Presley (m/m), succubi x Elvis Presley (f/m)

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: 18+, Gang rape, Physical abuse, Drugging, Colonel Parker

Elvis was the choir leader in the angel choir in Heaven.  He was young and carefree, living with his parents, Gladys and Vernon.  His buddies included Jerry, George, Charlie, Red and Sonny.  One day he accidentally walked into Red and Sonny's secret devil worshipping ritual.  He was shocked and couldn't believe the two of them were betraying God and plotting to aid the Devil in overtaking Heaven.  Red and Sonny tried to convince him to join them in their espionage, Elvis refused and wanted to warn the other angels. That was when he was hit hard on the head by Red and passed out.  Red and Sonny then tied him up and called others to come over. They claimed Elvis was a spy from Hell and was captured by them.  As evidence, the two provided a map of Heaven in demon language, supposedly seized from Elvis when they caught him.

When Elvis woke up, he was in the middle of a large stadium with tens of thousands of angels watching him being put on a public trial.  There was a panel of archangels acting as judges.  God was not personally present, but they all knew he was presiding over the proceedings behind the scenes somewhere.  Elvis tried to defend himself by telling the truth, swearing his loyalty to God.  However, the evidence was against him. The angel guards raided his home and were able to find multiple Devil worshipping emblems and demonic potions.  They even caught a demon who confessed he was the messenger through whom Elvis was transmitting information to the Devil.  Red and Sonny both testified against him. Although Jerry and Charlie tried to defend him, it simply wasn't enough, and the masses of angels turned against Elvis.  They screamed angrily: "Destroy this traitor!" "Banish him to Hell!".  At that point Elvis knew deep inside that he had no chance of clearing himself, he pleaded with the judges to spare his parents and let him bare all the punishment.  Suddenly the thunderous voice of God was heard resounding over the stadium: "Elvis, I'm so disappointed in you!  You were my favorite in the Heavenly Choir, you have the sweetest voice among all the angels.  This betrayal can never be forgiven!  I will break your wings and ostracize you forever from Heaven, so you can follow Lucifer if you want!  As for your parents, I'll spare their angelhood, but they just couldn't stop wailing and defending you!  I have no choice but to take away their voices and lock them away in angel prison!"  Elvis couldn't believe his ears, he started yelling at the top of his lungs with tears streaming down his face: "No!! Don't do that to Mama and Daddy!! They did nothing wrong and they are everything I have!  God, please take my life!  I am ready and willing to take this punishment if you leave them alone!..."  However the only answer he got was a strike of lightening and the blinding pain he felt with the realization the bones in his angel wings were crushed.  With shouts of "Condemn him!" "Down with the traitor!" circling in his head, Elvis fell from the sky like a bird that had been shot in the wings. 

When he slowly came back to consciousness again, Elvis felt every nerve in his body was on fire.  It was so abnormally hot he thought he was in an oven, he was covered in sweat all over.  He licked his cracked lips and murmured "water...", then he tried to move but realized that he was in restraints again. Except this time he had lost his angel robe, so he was naked as the day he was born.  With throbbing in his head, he regarded his surroundings and found that he was lying flat on a steel-plated counter in the middle of a cave.  His hands were chained to the walls on each side of him, he could minimally wiggle the arms but really there was not much give to do anything else.  There was a leather collar around his neck which was secured to the steel plate beneath him.  Similarly his waist was encircled by a broad leather belt which strapped him down without fail.  His entrapment was complete with ropes and chains which kept his legs bent at the knees and spread widely apart.  His wings were in a spread position as well but they were paralyzed, any attempt to move them sent unbearable shooting pain through his entire body. 

Suddenly one hand ran through the feathers in his left wing, he shivered a little due to the ultra-sensitivity he seemed to be having currently all over.  A voice sounded which seemed familiar, but he couldn't place where he had heard it before: "My boy, look at you!  One day you are an angel frolicking in Heaven and the next you are tossed like a useless toy into Hell!"  Hell?!! Elvis' mind shuddered along with the quick realization that this was the only logical conclusion of where he was at.  A thumb played with his bottom lip, "you must be thirsty, do you want something to drink?  As you know it's scorching 365 days a year down here! Haha!!" Finally a face appeared above him revealing the source of this cruel laughter.  A red and paunchy demon with a Fedora hat over gray balding hair looked into his eyes: "You don't remember me?  I was your manager Colonel Parker from a past life.  Elvis you are still the same, always get yourself into trouble."  Colonel? Elvis mulled over the title in his mind, but remained completely fuzzy about his past.  The Colonel brought a tantalizing glass of water above his mouth and offered to him.  "Want a drink?  This is very precious down here!"  Elvis's Adam's Apple moved up and down with difficulty, his throat was so dry he could barely form a sentence.  He closed his eyes, opened his mouth longingly, knowing full well that he was accepting hydration from a demon in Hell.  Lukewarm water started pouring steadily into his mouth, he gulped it down, ended up choking slightly before the stream stopped.

After a few minutes, Elvis opened his eyes and spoke for the first time: "Thank you, sir. But why am I here and why am I tied up?".  Parker's little demon eyes lit up: "Why, this is where you belong!  Look where following God got you, damaged and abandoned!  He has imprisoned your family! The dark lord had been mistreated by God the same way in the past and was also tossed out of Heaven, that's why he takes pity in you and is taking you under his protective black wings!  Come on, tell us the secret of the Heavenly defense system and we will help you free your Mama and Daddy!" Elvis bit his bottom lip: "And what if I don't?" The grin on Parker's face froze up, his facial muscles spasmed for a second, then slowly morphed into a twisted smile: "My boy, you know the smart choice here... Or else we have ways to convince you."  He placed a hand on Elvis' soft lower belly, stroking it a few times, causing a nervous twitch there.  The blue-eyed boy took a deep breath, then a very determined look came over his face: "No! I will never follow the Devil!  I'll find a way to clear my name before God and save my parents myself!"  For a moment the Colonel seemed stunned by this open defiance, but quickly he squeezed a few words from between his teeth: "My boy, that's foolish!  It's obvious that you need a few lessons before you can start to think clearly."  A loud snap was then heard across the cave, Elvis' brain then registered that it was the sound of his right ankle bone cracking apart as Parker took a forceful swing at it with his cane.  His anguished cry was accompanied with a failed attempt to withdraw his right ankle by instinct.  Then the cold reality set in that he was in a very exposed and vulnerable position in a torture chamber in Hell.  Parker smirked and spoke nonchalantly: "Just a small taste of what's to come, let me know when you change your mind.  You know I always take good care of you my boy..." He slowly stroked Elvis' cheek one time, then left whistling a happy tune. 

A moment later, a group of at least 7 or 8 demons crowded into the chamber.  Most were males, there were two females, all of them buck naked.  Elvis heard some whispers amongst them, some of them drooling, others stroking their hard cocks and moaning.  The tallest one in the group let out a whistle: "Look what we have here, angel boy from up above.  I heard he is a great singer too.  We haven't seen one of these in hundreds of years!"  This was answered by a lot of nods and eager hand-rubbing, lust-filled eyeing.  He grabbed Elvis' chin and forced his jaw to open, "Mmm, such luscious and inviting lips and mouth, I can hardly refrain myself from putting my cock inside!" Then his fingers trailed down from the trembling victim's neck to one of his nipples and pinched it hard.  Elvis screeched at the foreign sensation, but then felt a strange warmth going through his body, and a conspicuous redness started to spread rapidly from his face down to his upper chest.  Then the demon turned his attention to Elvis' white angel wings.  He took a hold of a small handful of feathers, admiring the silky smoothness of them, smirked: "so beautiful, God's proud creation, too bad you'll soon wish you had ugly bat wings like us incubi".  In a swift motion he violently tore out the feathers in his hand, smiling at the blood seeping out from the delicate skin underneath and enjoying a pained grunt from its owner. 

Another Incubi's impatient shout interrupted him: "Hurry up to the part where we fuck him already!  We've all waited so many years and he's our reward after we fought back thousands in fierce competition, can we get on with it boss?"  The incubi leader laughed: "Settle down, kiddo!  We got plenty of time!  Besides, it's more fun when we get a reaction from our guest too!"  With this he grabbed Elvis' member which to the angel's utter horror was aching and starting to grow harder during this time.  His torturer grinned and stroked the part effortlessly and roughly until it became fully erect.  "Look how pretty he is down here", the incubi leader held the member in one hand and pulled back the foreskin with his other one, revealing the deep pink perfectly shaped head, along with small amount of precum at the tip.  This was greeted with a bunch of Woos and Ahs and louder sounds of masturbation from the increasing raucous crowd.  That was the moment when Elvis finally realized that the "water" he had drunk earlier from Parker was an aphrodisiac.  I should have never trusted that monster, he thought to himself, feeling so ashamed but was unable to stop his body from showing signs of excitement with any stimulation.

The incubi leader dropped Elvis' cock against his abdomen, crouched down at the end of the counter and spread apart Elvis' buttocks, turning his attention to the tight entrance nestled therein.  Ignoring the angel's gasp, he abruptly pushed two thick digits inside and forced them all the way to his knuckles.  The pain crashed over Elvis so fast he let out another scream while trying to struggle against his bondage in vain, his voice already hoarse from screaming.  He also felt some tearing inside of him as the incubus triumphantly withdrew his fingers, showing streaks of fresh blood dripping along them, "Look! Our sweet angel boy is a virgin, just as I suspected!"  Well-prepared, he produced a dildo out of nowhere and without hesitation impaled Elvis with it.  The resulting agony felt like a large drill splitting Elvis apart, he was suddenly drenched in cold sweats and was breathing so fast he almost passed out.  The incubus giggled as he put a gag into Elvis' mouth: "Calm down and stop screaming!  I'm only trying to prepare you for what comes next.  Soon you won't have enough of this!"  Next, he proceeded to thrust the dildo in and out of Elvis in a faster and faster pace, using blood as lube.  At the same time he grabbed a hold of Elvis' member which had gone limp from the shear pain he caused and began to pump it incessantly in concert.  This torture went on for an unclear duration of time while the observing group was enjoying the view and the sound of skin on skin, some of them having released their loads several times.  Finally Elvis' cock became unbelievably hard again, and the sensation in his rectum turned into a burning numbness.  Elvis was sure the aphrodisiac he consumed earlier was the only thing that was keeping him this side of consciousness, also driving his body to act in inconceivable ways.  His pelvis was actually starting to squirm and buck against his restraints, chasing after the dildo each time it was briefly removed.  Irrational pleasure washed over him and partially covered the pain.  Suddenly the incubi leader took out the dildo and replaced it with four of his fingers, and he curled it expertly inside of Elvis and hit that heretofore undisturbed spot head on.  Elvis' eyes rolled up as ropes of white release shot from his abused member, covering his belly and chest. 

As Elvis laid panting and spent on the counter, coming down from his drug-induced high, the incubi leader was heard as saying cheerfully: "What a great start! I've prepared him well for all of us.  It's a wonderful feast for everyone, let's dig in and enjoy!"  At the sound of this announcement, all the incubi leapt into action, some were so eager you could hear them grinding their teeth, their arrowhead shaped tails swaying while they swarmed over the poor angel.  The incubi leader couldn't pass up the opportunity to be the first to enter Elvis' virgin hole, so he immediately pushed his huge dick inside, thrusting hard and fast while groaning with immense satisfaction.   Another incubus eagerly pumped Elvis' sensitive cock alternatively with his mouth and his hands, forcing it to achieve another painful erection.  A succubus wrenched the pretty boy's mouth open and sat on it sans the gag, grinding while instructing: "Stick your tongue as far as you can go, give mama a swirl and suck on my pearl!  And don't you dare thinking about biting cause I swear I'll crush your jaw!".  Another succubus was sucking on one of his nipples while twisting the other one.  Yet more incubi were busy using his hands to wrap around their members and making them reach climax.  There were even some who were rubbing themselves against the angel's wings and came all over them.  The whole cave was filled with lewd sounds and obscene sights, the most decadent orgy for these demons in years!

[geekywritings]

Moments of comfort

I got another lovely anonymous request! First of all, thank you for your kind words and secondly, thank you for feeding me inspiration for more and more Cal x reader shorts!

Here is the request: “I was wondering if you could write something about Cal helping reader through anxiety/an anxiety attack? If that’s too heavy of a topic I understand that as well.”

Plot: You are a survivor like Cal and a mission brings you back to where you were stationed during Order 66. When old memories suddenly resurface, Cal is right there to help you.

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Funny, how things that happened years ago can suddenly come back with a vengeance. You thought, you had already overcome that trauma of your life. The day your soldiers turned against you, shooting your Master in his back without hesitation. The Jedi managed to push you into the stream before drawing his last breath, thus saving your life.

For the longest time, you avoided water with strong currents for that very reason. But you learned to overcome that fear eventually. You thought you had healed.

Apparently, you had not.

It isn't water that suddenly pulls you back into that moment in time, though. It's the sound of a siren…

You never consciously noticed the sound back then, the glaring alarm system of the building you had been stationed in on Savareen having gone off at least once a day, forming a constant in your life and training there.

To hear it again now…

Everything in your body freezes and your lungs constrict as if being filled with water again. You feel as if you are back there…. You feel the change in the air before blaster fire opens. You see your Master look at you with wide eyes, before pushing you back with the Force. You see him dropping to the ground before water envelops you. It’s cold and all you want to do is escape. But you need to dive down, so that the soldiers don’t get you. The current pulls you along and you panic, because you can’t breathe, you can’t think and you don’t understand why this is happening.

“Y/N? Y/N, snap out of it.”

Where is that voice coming from? It sounds so distant.

Suddenly the coldness stops, being replaced with warmth and you are back where you were moments ago. On the marketplace in Savareen. Despite the agreeable temperatures, you are shivering badly, hands covering your ears at the sound of the alarm.

The people around you don’t seem to care, already used to the siren. The only one who looks concerned is Cal, staring down at you with worried eyes, as he holds you close. You just stand there, as people walk by, trying to focus on his presence instead of the bad memories. His heartbeat… you can hear it now, as he pulls you closer and rests his head on top of yours.

Your hands drop from your ears and sneak around him instead, holding onto him as if he is your lifeline.

He doesn’t say a word but just allows you to calm down. He always knows what you need. Whether it’s words of encouragement or simply a hug, like right now.

Only when your breathing is regular again does he release you, worried green eyes searching yours. The alarm has stopped and the only sound filling the air is the buzz of the marketplace.

“What happened?”, he asks you, gently pushing some hair away from your face.

“I don’t know…”, you reply. “I thought… I didn’t think this would happen.”

You had secretly been worried about returning to Savareen, but the mission here is important.

“I just suddenly remembered everything… I felt everything again.”, you add as a final explanation and instantly you notice the pain flash through Cal’s eyes. He experienced the same as you and knows how destructive memories of the purge can be. You can heal, but you can never truly forget.

“Do you want to leave?”, he asks and you actually think about it.

“No, I want to do this. We need this information.”, you finally decide, trying to will determination into your voice.

Cal is still hesitant but finally nods. “Your bravery never fails to amaze me.”, he tells you, true admiration in his tone.

“I’m just brave because you are here.”, you are quick to retort. “You give me strength.”

The respect in his eyes is replaced by love and with a hand on your cheek, he leans down to kiss you. Just as your lips are about to touch, the siren goes off again.

Before your mind can spiral out of control again, it goes blissfully blank. Cal is kissing you. Slowly at first and then more urgently when he feels you reciprocating. The glaring sound is far away, and so are the memories. The only thing that feels real is Cal. His warmth. His love. His strength.

As the alarm fades, you slowly break apart, slightly out of breath. “Can you do that every time the siren goes off?”, you ask, a ghost of a smile playing on your face.

“Starlight, I will keep doing that all the time now.”

[saintlike78]

Hiii can you do a poly marauders x fem reader where girls are being mean to her like calling her ugly and saying she dosnt deserve them so she’s breaks up but they find out what’s been happening and they get back together . (I couldn’t see if your requests are closed) ❤️

Greedy [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! You’re just fueling my addiction with writing poly Marauders fics… and I love it!!

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem!reader

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Fluff, polyamorous relationship, breakup, mentions of not eating, crying, reader being sad, mean girls. Lmk if I missed anything.

“Honestly you’re just being greedy!”

“They don’t even really like you; you were just the easiest.”

“You’re not even pretty enough for one of them, what makes you think you could have all three?”

“It’s only a matter of time before they get bored of you and trade you in for someone better and more deserving of their love.”

The words swarmed around your brain, a thick fog settling before your eyes as tears streamed down your face making everything blurry and wet. Your feet were clumsily transporting your body back to your dorm, trying your best to keep your head down avoiding the stares your fellow students were giving you.

You were trying to forget and ignore what those girls had said, but it kept playing on repeat in your mind. You knew that your three boys loved you, but the girl’s words filled your head with doubt. You knew that your boyfriends were too good for you, you didn’t deserve them, they would be better off without you or with somebody else. The thoughts were killing you; more tears escaped your eyes at the thought of them with somebody else tearing you apart, but it was necessary for their happiness. You could never make them happy; you could never be enough for them.

You ascended the stairs towards the girls’ dormitories but decided against it opting towards going to your boy’s dorm, wanting to feel the comfort of their room one last time.

You opened the wooden door but met by silence from the other side. The boys still had an hour of class left, leaving you to sit in sadness alone for a while longer before you would be breaking your own heart.

Walking across the room you stood in front of the mirror taking in your reflection, red puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks. Looking at yourself you understood what the girls saw, you had no idea how Remus, Sirius, and James had stayed with you as long as they had, but it was time you finally put them out of their misery even though it was killing you. Thinking about what would happen in less than an hour the tears pooled in your eyes once more, but you quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on Remus’ desk beside the mirror and wiped your eyes and the falling tears. You made your way into the connected bathroom, wanting to at least look somewhat presentable before the boys returned. You washed your face with cold water, the cool water washing away any redness, but not concealing the sadness that still lingered in your eyes.

The book in front of you could not hold your attention, your focus solely on the door of the dorm, just waiting. James’ soft blanket comforting you slightly but never distracting enough.

The door burst open and the loud chatter between the boys filled the quiet room. Their laughs warmed your heart, momentarily causing you to forget what was going to happen.

“Bunny, you’re here!” Remus just about shouted, running to you and getting on top of you kissing you all over your face.

You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips, but sadness bubbled up within you at the fact that you would never experience this again.

You softly pushed Remus off of you making him sit on his calves looking at you in a very confused manner.

“I need to talk with all of you,” you said trying to keep your voice steady, hoping they couldn’t tell how much you had been crying.

Sirius and James made their way to the bed as well, sitting beside Remus.

“That sounds so serious… you aren’t breaking up with us are you, pup?” Sirius joked, but your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth to reply, but no sound came out.

“Wait?! Are you?” James asked worriedly, noticing your face and lack of words.

You were fiddling with your hands, not looking in their eyes.

“Uhm… well… the thing is…. Uhm… y-yes.”

Tears filled your eyes when you finally muttered the words, not believing this was real, but you knew it needed to be done.

“What?! No! I was just kidding, you can’t break up with us, why would you say that?!” Sirius exclaimed, not believing his own ears. Tears gathered in all of their eyes, unbeknownst to you, since you still refused to meet their eyes.

“Bunny… you don’t mean that,” Remus tried, his voice breaking slightly at the effort of trying to contain his tears.

“I-I do, I’m s-sorry, I can’t be with you anymore,” you stammered, tears now leaking down your face once more. Your hands were shaking, and your limbs felt heavy, your heart shattering into a million pieces. You quickly got off of the bed facing the door wanting nothing more than to leave, not wanting to look at their faces because you knew if you did you would break even more.

They all stood from the bed as well walking towards you. James reached for your arm, but Sirius stopped him.

“Please, y/n, don’t do this… we love you; don’t you love us?” James tried, not trying to conceal his tears any longer, letting them fall freely down his cheeks.

“It’s f-for the b-best.”

“Y/n, don’t you love us anymore?” Sirius repeated James’ question since you chose to not answer, not wanting to lie.

A long silence ensued, you didn’t want to lie, but you knew that it was what you had to do for them to hate you.

“… n-no,” you whispered.

All of their hearts collectively shattered. Both Remus and James were freely crying, but Sirius was fuming, angry tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Fine! Then leave!” Sirius shouted causing you to jump slightly. Sirius felt his heartbreak and he felt guilty for scaring you, but he was just so angry and sad, he didn’t know how to handle it.

You quickly walked towards the door opening it, but before you left you turned around letting yourself cave and get one last look. Your breath caught in your throat when you took in their tear-covered faces, your already shattered heart turned to dust.

Whispering an almost inaudible ‘I’m sorry, you slid out the door, leaving the boys heartbroken and most of all confused as to when you suddenly stopped loving them.

You raced towards your own dorm, opening and slamming the door shut as soon as you had made it inside. As soon as the door was completely shut your legs failed you and you crumbled on the floor, loud sobs leaving your quivering lips. You had never felt pain like this before, it felt like someone had cut your heart out and ripped it apart in front of you, leaving you a bleeding broken mess.

Lily, who was laying in her bed, was startled by your sudden entrance but was quickly by your side as soon as you collapsed.

“Y/n/n, what’s wrong? What did they do?” she asked, clearly expecting the boys to be behind this, but also not quite believing they could hurt you to this point.

“I-I b-brok-e up w-w-with them!” you sobbed out, hiccups making it much harder to formulate a decent-sounding sentence.

“You did what?! Why? Just yesterday you were madly in love… what happened?” Lily’s confusion shone clearly through her tone, not understanding why you would do such a thing.

“P-please, I j-just want to sl-sleep,” there was nothing you wanted more than to lay in your bed and just disappear.

Lily just nodded and helped you towards your bed, helping you remove your shoes and grabbing your sleepshirt, which happened to be one of the boys’ shirts.

“Do you want to sleep in this?” Lily asked carefully.

You instantly nodded and grabbed the shirt from her grasp, wanting nothing more than to be comforted by your boys, but since that wasn’t an option, you opted for this.

Slipping into the warmth of your blanket the tears never ceased, but your eyes still fell shut, wanting to sleep the pain away.

“Do you want me to grab dinner for you later?” Lily asked softly, but already knowing the answer.

“No thanks… can you close the curtains around my bed?”

Lily sighed but did as you asked, knowing you just needed time.

In their dorm, Remus and James were pacing around the room whilst Sirius sat on Remus’ bed, trying to calm himself before dinner.

“I don’t understand, we were all fine yesterday,” James muttered loudly enough for the two others to hear him as well.

“What is it you don’t understand, Prongs? She loved us and now she doesn’t, ‘s as simple as that,” Sirius stated, his tone laced with bitterness, choosing to be angry instead of letting the sadness consume him.

Remus stopped his pacing and looked at Sirius’ seated form, “you don’t really believe that do you, Pads? … Prongs is right, we were all fine yesterday.”

Sirius just let out a ‘humph’ and crossed his arms, rising from the bed.

“Whatever, let’s just go to dinner… she’ll probably be there celebrating her freedom from us.”

This time James stopped to look at Sirius, “you know she would never do that and besides something doesn’t seem right… it’s too out of the blue.”

Remus nodded and let out an agreeing hum and they both followed Sirius towards the door.

Days passed; you hadn’t left your bed unless you had to use the bathroom. You were drowning in tears the pain in your heart not subsiding.

The teachers were informed that you were “sick” and that you needed some time to recover from your sudden illness.

The only time you had gotten any form of nutarians was when Lily basically forced you to consume something, anything. She was growing more worried each passing day, having talked to the boys and keeping them updated on your situation, since they all were worried as well and asked her to keep an eye on you for them since they hadn’t seen you since the day of the breakup.

The news of your breakup spread like wildfire; people not used to see the three boys without even a trace of you.

Remus was the first to experience a couple of the girls flirting very aggressively with him, but he brushed it off, knowing they could never replace you; it was you or nothing. Sirius was the next, he was less nice and told the girls to leave him alone. Lastly was James, he almost cried, wishing he could get you back, so he could be free from any other girls.

The girls were growing agitated by the lack of attention they were getting from the three Marauders, clearly not understanding why they were so upset by losing you.

It had been more than a week; Lily was studying in the library when she heard your name spoken behind one of the bookshelves. She stood from her seat, moving closer to listen to the girls on the other side.

“Ugh, it’s so frustrating! Sirius totally dismissed me the other day,” one of the girls complained.

“I know! I don’t understand, it’s been a week, they should be over her by now.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll soon realize that she wasn’t even that great and then they’ll be all over us,” the last girl said with a proud smirk.

The wheels in Lily’s head turned as she absorbed the conversation and as the last cog clicked into place realization struck – her legs couldn’t have moved faster out of the library if she tried, but she was on a mission to find the three heartbroken Marauders.

“REMUS!” Lily was sprinting towards the black lake where the three boys had been residing most of the week.

“Woah, Lily, calm down, love,” Remus chuckled and got up from his seated position to be level with Lily.

Lily sputtered, trying to catch her breath, bending so her hands were on her knees.

“Y/n… y/n,” Lily started, still struggling to get a word in between her gasping breaths.

“What’s wrong with y/n? is she okay?” Sirius said as he and James stood, panic flooding between the three of them at the thought that something had happened to you.

“She’s… fine… hhhh…” Lily drew a deep breath, regaining her ability to speak, “I don’t think she wanted to break up with you.”

“What do you mean?” Remus cocked an eyebrow, hope blossoming in the pit of his stomach at the prospect of getting their bunny back.

“She obviously did, she said she doesn’t love us anymore, so that’s it,” Sirius crossed his arms, his sadness still concealed by anger.

“She does love you, a lot actually… she’s been crying the whole week, she hasn’t left her bed… or dorm room for that matter,” Lily explained.

“I heard some girls talking about you three and y/n; they were speaking very ill of her and though I’m not sure, I think there’s a connection with them and y/n’s sudden need to end it with you three.”

“Are you sure? We don’t want to get our hopes up for nothing… we just really miss her,” James said sadly, all of them scared that their hearts would be broken all over again.

“I’m certain… she never shuts up about how much she loves you, which was the reason I was so shocked when she came in crying saying she had ended it.”

Lily hadn’t had the chance to properly finish her explanation before Sirius was bolting towards the castle and towards Gryffindor tower, with Remus and James close on his heel.

When three boys entered your dorm room, all out of breath and red in their faces, you were asleep curled up on your bed, still wearing what the boys recognized as Sirius’ t-shirt. They couldn’t ignore the dried tears that stained your cheeks, your face red from the crying, your lips turned down in a sad frown, even in sleep.

Remus was the first to walk towards your bed, seating himself beside you, slowly stroking your cheek as to wake you. James and Sirius placed themselves on the bed as well, waiting for you to open your beautiful eyes.

“Puppy… you gotta wake up now,” Sirius spoke softly, rubbing your back gently.

You stirred and slowly opened your eyes, focusing on the three boys on your bed; instantly deciding that you were dreaming, not believing that they could really be there.

“Hi… Remmy, Siri, and Jamsie,” you grogged out, voice hoarse from the constant crying.

“I wish you were here in real life.”

“Baby, we are here, this is real life,” James chuckled softly, still scared that you really didn’t love them.

You quickly sat up, reaching out and touching Remus’ face, only to just as quickly retract your hand when you felt the very real Remus sitting in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” You breathed quickly, not wanting them to see you in your broken state.

“Lily was worried about you… and she overheard something interesting in the library from some girls… so we want you to tell us what happened,” Remus spoke slowly and reached out to take your fiddling hands in his.

“What do you mean?” you played dumb, not wanting to answer their question, knowing you would break again if you did.

“We want you to tell us why you broke up with us, and not to lie this time,” Sirius was trying to conceal his anger, not wanting to upset you even further.

You let out a shaky breath, not knowing where to start; you looked between them all, all of them eager to hear what you had to say and listening intently.

“I was talking to this group of girls, and they got into my head about how you're all too good for me I don't deserve you... I just feel like you guys deserve someone way better than me and more beautiful than me that's why I wanted to give you an opportunity to be free from me.”

The three boy’s eyes widened in shock at your words, all three of their jaws open wide almost hanging on the floor from pure disbelief.

“Bunny, you're the most beautiful girl we've ever known we love you so much more than you ever know... We are the ones who don't deserve you, you’re an absolute angel and you should never let any stupid lowlife girls tell you that you're not good enough,” Remus said reaching out and stroking your cheek softly, tears gathered in his eyes.

Sirius’s eyes flashed red, he was in two minds, keeping you company or going to murder the girls who made you believe such nonsense, but he chose the first option, scooting closer to you and engulfing you in his arms.

“Puppy, please never listen to those stupid girls again... This week without you has been pure agony I've been stuck with these two idiots for far too long,” Sirius whispered to you whilst stroking your hair.

“Does that mean that we can get back together,” James said with a shy grin.

“Of course, if you'll have me back,” you looked at all three of them hopefully knowing that they in no way were obligated to get back together with you after what you'd put them through.

“Of course, will have you, we can't imagine life without you… a week was way too long without you,” Sirius said, his fingers tilting your chin so that you're forced to look into his eyes, he leaned down and kissed your lips - a whole week's worth of passion translated into this kiss.

Remus and James both moved so that they could embrace both you and Sirius creating one big ball of love.

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Limo 4 Emos

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summary: you’ve been sulking for three days after breaking up with your serious boyfriend. Eddie can’t let you do that anymore, though.

word count: 3,241

a/n: in the midst of all the FD angst, i thought i’d give y’all some comfortable, fluffy, sweet eddie x y/n, this time in a more modern setting! i was inspired by the song Limo 4 Emos by Watsky, pls stream his symmetry trilogy it’ll blow ur socks off. this is a mini, but i can totally write a part 2 if y’all want some less wholesome content. let me know what u think! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

tags: modern!eddie x reader, friends to lovers, mutual pining, confessions of feelings, fluff, consumption of weed, mentions of cheating (reader was cheated on)

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You throw a wadded tissue toward the television. You’re on your third break up movie of the day, Scenes from a Marriage. It’s been three days of chick flicks, rom-coms, and sobfests as you attempt to heal your shattered heart.

It’s dramatic, sure, but after graduating high school, and getting accepted to your dream school far, far away from Hawkins, Indiana, you really thought you had it all figured out.

Until Matt cheated on you.

You hadn’t wanted to believe it. You’d been invited out by Robin last minute, to a club you hadn’t gone to since beginning your relationship. It’s a place you’d always wanted to go, one Matt had claimed to hate, so you took the opportunity for a night out without him when he “fell ill” one Saturday night.

Sometimes you blame yourself, for not mentioning the name of the club. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have run into Matt there, sucking on the neck of some nameless girl in too-tight latex pants.

You’ve since thrown out his letters, blocked his number, and set fire to the pictures of you two while listening to Dead Horse by Hayley Williams, but your stupid heart is still broken. On top of that, now you’re smelly, grimy, and sweaty under far too many blankets as you watch Jessica Chastain and Oscar Isaac yell at each other.

Your phone buzzes in your lap intermittently, and you lazily screen the missed calls and texts:

bobbie🏳️‍🌈👹: (7:20pm) wanna see a movie? coke bear looks god awful. call me pls!

(missed call: bobbie🏳️‍🌈👹 x3)

stevie🏴‍☠️🍦: (8:00pm) hey, just got off work, need anything at target? lmk 🫶

(missed call: stevie🏴‍☠️🍦)

eddie❤️🦇: (9:55pm): come outside

You read the last message again, timestamped five minutes ago. You begrudgingly throw the mass of blankets from your body, revealing your baggiest sweatpants and your favorite giant t-shirt. You peer out your window, and sure enough the gas guzzling monstrosity of a vehicle sits outside on the curb, its engine rumbling loud enough to wake your parents. You snatch a hoodie off your floor and struggle to get it over your head. As an afterthought, you grab the half smoked joint and your lighter from your ashtray and tiptoe down the stairs.

Eddie reaches the door before you and flings it open. “Good evening, my liege.” He bows his head as he holds the door open while you climb into the van. The interior stinks of weed and cigarettes, and the tinny speakers blare Microwave’s Float To The Top, a favorite of yours that Eddie had grown fond of.

“Where we goin’?” You ask innocently, turning the volume down to hear Eddie, who’s adjusting himself in the driver’s seat.

“Wherever you want, sweet thing.” He motions to his phone plugged into the console. “And feel free to DJ.”

You gasp in mock surprise. “Why, you’re letting me pick the music? Has hell frozen over?!” You can’t finish your sentence before he’s nudging you with his elbow, his head thrown back in laughter. “Seriously, what’s the occasion?” You settle on your everyday playlist, avoiding the breakup songs list you’d been abusing. You skip over Phoebe Bridgers’s Halloween, knowing you’ll start sobbing, and instead settling on Watsky’s Limo 4 Emos.

“Please,” Eddie begins, turning onto the main road of Hawkins, the only one that runs through town. “You’ve been moping all weekend, the first weekend as a free bird! No more school! For at least three months. Even more, if I can convince you to join the band.”

You know he’s joking, but you scold him anyway. “I told you, I’m getting my degree so I can design your album covers once you’re famous. If you need another guitarist by then, we can discuss it.”

Eddie chuckles. “Whatever you say, love. Anyway, I had to pick you up. Every time I've driven by it’s been a different sad, heterosexual couple on your TV. I’m surprised you weren’t sucked into the mattress.” You look down, suddenly fascinated by your crocs. “Hey, I didn’t mean that to insult you, y’know. I’m just worried about you. We- we all are.” There is genuine concern in his voice, and you feel your cheeks flush. He’s always been sweet to you, from the day you’d moved into the house next to Steve when you were twelve. Most of the kids were mean to you, making fun of your weird clothes or nerdy interests, but Eddie took an immediate liking to you. He sat next to you in every class, at lunch, and invited you to play with his group of friends at recess. Six years later, and he’s never not been right next to you once.

Eddie’s voice snaps your attention back to the present. “He’s a fuckin’ idiot. If I ever catch that kid at one of my shows again….” He trails off, shaking his head, and you bite back a smile. If there’s one thing Eddie will always be, it’s protective of his people.

“Hey,” You rest your hand on his shoulder, and feel him relax under your touch. “I appreciate that. And this. I needed to get out of there.” You could swear your room had shrunken.

“Of course. I kinda did it for selfish reasons anyway.”

“Oh?”

He nods. “I hadn’t heard from you in like, a week. And, in the year you two had been dating, I’d barely seen you without that parasite attached to you.” You could be mistaken, but you think you hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice. You chock it up to a hopeful coincidence.

Truthfully, it hadn’t been a great relationship. You and Matt weren’t compatible, but both of you had been lonely. If you were being fully, completely honest with yourself, there was one man you could ever want, and he’s sitting right next to you now.

You’d never be the one to tell him first, though. You’re sure Robin and Steve already know, knowing what they do about you. You’re not good at keeping secrets, especially when they involve your feelings for your best friend. You’ve never explicitly told either of them, though.

Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Hawkins Middle, and you snort out a laugh. “Holy shit.”

“Welcome back.” Eddie gestures to the brick building in front of him. “Where it all began.”

“You think?” You rummage in your pockets until you find your lighter and what is now a very crushed, unsmokable joint. “Oh, c’mon!” You groan, inspecting the bent, squashed cone.

Eddie’s brows knit together. “What did you expect us to do with that?”

“Well, it wasn’t always this fucked up!” You begin defensively, but he holds his hand up to silence you.

“Lucky for you, I have some. And it’s good stuff.” Eddie throws his arm over your seat, and your gaze lands on his jawline. Eddie’s always been beautiful to you, despite his “freakish” nature and wide range of facial expressions. You could admire the curve of his nose and the plush of his lips for hours, if you knew he wouldn’t catch you.

You whip your head back to the windshield too quickly as Eddie turns around, and you pray he doesn’t notice.

“Everything okay?” He asks, trying to inspect your features, but you won’t look at him.

“Mhm, yeah. Totally.”

“Right, okay. Anyway,” Eddie flicks the lock of his metal box open, and cracks the lid to reveal a few pre-rolled joints, a grinder, and a lighter. He plucks the thickest of his collection from the box, and flicks the lighter as he brings the joint to his lips. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as the smoke fills his lungs. You take the opportunity to watch him more closely, the way the filter sits between his ring clad fingers, the tendrils of smoke escaping from between his lips and into his flared nostrils, the wrinkle in his forehead when he tries not to cough, and the shake of his head when he fails.

He holds the joint out to you, burning between his thumb and middle finger. You carefully pinch the end of the filter, and bring the paper to your own lips. You will yourself to taste the tiny remnants of Eddie’s mouth, but mostly you taste the sweet smoke and thin paper. You repeat Eddie’s ritual, inhaling deeply as your eyes slip closed, letting the flower take its hold on your brain.

Paramore’s Liar hums softly through the speakers as you and Eddie pass the joint back and forth, giggling and talking like nothing’s changed in the last six years. In a lot of ways, nothing has. Matt never liked Eddie, but that didn’t stop you from spending every Thursday afternoon at Hellfire, and every Sunday watching movies. You and Eddie were inseparable, and you had never compromised that for anyone. Matt had even asked, a few times, if you’d stop being friends with Eddie for him. You’d laughed right in his face.

If you could go back and do it all again, you’d make the same choice. Having Eddie in your life was always going to be more important.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie holds out the roach for you, and you take a puff before answering his question.

“I’m just thinkin’ about how much I appreciate you.” You muse, knowing it’s bound to feed his ego.

“Oh, really?” He takes the roach and stubs it out on the console, adding a several hundredth burn mark to it. “And why is that?”

You shrug, teasing him. “You’re just so good to me, Ed. You get me out of my house, smoke me up when I’m all sad and mopey. You know how to make me laugh.” You tick each finger as you lost out your reasons, each one tugging the corners of Eddie’s mouth higher. “I know you’d do it for any of your friends.” You finish, and meet his eyes as he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t, though.”

“Of course you would! Remember when you took Lucas out for ice cream after his first basketball game because they didn’t play him? Or, when you set Robin up with that girl you met at The Hideout?”

Eddie holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, fine. I’m a saint! But you’re special.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up. I’m just saying, you’re just so good. I don’t deserve you.” Your voice cracks as you say it, and you clear your throat to cover it.

Of course, he notices anyway. “Are you being serious? You are the most deserving person I know. Deserving of way more than whatever his name is.”

You glare at Eddie with disapproval. “You know his name.”

“Even if I do, it doesn’t matter. Fuck him.” He spits, clenching his jaw. This isn’t some playful hatred of the loser that cheated on you, Eddie is holding some serious malice towards a guy he barely knew.

You touch a finger to where his jaw is locked, and feel his expression soften immediately, like your skin melts his tension.

“It’s okay. Shit happens.” You’re saying it for his sake, knowing how protective he can be of his best friends. He takes your pain personally.

“No, it’s absolutely not okay! You don’t just cheat on your partner. Especially if that partner is-“ He clamps his mouth shut, silencing the ramble before it had time to take off.

“If they’re what?” You’re clueless, unsure what he’d been planning to say about you. Your heart ticks faster, whether with anticipation or embarrassment, you’re yet to decide.

Eddie huffs, expelling a mass amount of air from his lungs like he’d been holding his breath all night. “I can’t. It’s not fair to you, to tell you what I want to while you’re still grueving.” Eddie looks forward, never taking his eyes off the windshield. “I could say so much, but I can’t imagine you taking it well.”

It’s your turn to huff.

“Nothing you could say will hurt me more than I’ve ever experienced.”

“I don’t know if they’d hurt you, I’m more worried about how you’d see me after I say ‘em.” He talks quickly, rushing the words that must be causing his cheeks to turn pink in the low light of the car.

You think you have an idea about what Eddie wants to say. You can’t pretend you haven’t noticed his feelings for you, even subconsciously. He likes to hold your hand, he greets you with rib crushing hugs, says goodbye with a kiss on the forehead. He lends you his jacket on rainy days, and you’ve slept in his bed more than your own in the last three years. He’s always been there, through your parents’ divorce, to your first bully, to your first art gallery feature. You’ve seen every Corroded Coffin show, been at most of their band practices, learned DnD, and started listening to heavy music because of him. The more you think about it, the more you realize why none of your relationships have worked out. The only one you’ve ever been interested in is yours and Eddie’s. Everyone else had been out of convenience, and in some cases because of similarities between your suitors and your best friend.

As you realize this, Eddie’s turning his head to watch you think. “I want you to tell me.” The tiptoeing is driving you crazy.

“Fine, but I have to preface it with something. This wasn’t some ploy to get you, or anything. I didn’t plan to feel like this when I approached you in seventh grade. That being said, it was probably six weeks before I realized I had a crush on you. I didn’t do anything about it, probably because I was thirteen with a buzz cut and body odor. I thought it would just go away as time went on. But it didn’t, so I got like, super stressed out. We started high school and you started dating Jack or something, and remember we didn’t talk for like a month?”

You snort at the memory. “His name was definitely not Jack, it was Simon. And we dated for two weeks. And dating meant walking to recess and back together, not even holding hands.”

“Yeah! And it broke my little heart!” Eddie gestures wildly as he speaks. “Anyway, you demanded we fix our friendship, so I obliged like a gentleman, thinking I couldn’t possibly still have a crush on you after that debacle. Wrong again! I was a lost puppy, wounded and limping behind you while you charmed everyone you met. It was fuckin’ torture.” He looks at you now, and you stay quiet, willing him to go on. “This is all so emo, I’m sorry. I’ve been in love with you the whole time. It’s taken me six years to say it to you, and I still chose the worst possible time to do it.”

You can hear him, but you aren’t absorbing what he’s saying now. Instead, his last words repeat in your head, I’ve been in love with you the whole time. The whole time?! “Why did it take you so long?” You’re whispering now, knowing your voice will betray you.

“I didn’t want to lose you. You’re my best friend, and I couldn’t have you thinking it was only because I had feelings for you. You’re my best friend first and forever. But it still hurt like a bitch, not being able to tell you. I’m sorry I’m telling you now, I don’t expect you to process something like this any time soon. I don’t want a response, I just couldn’t take watching someone hurt you like that. I can’t fathom being that fucking stupid. And I’m still pretty stupid.”

You furrow your brow at him. “Don’t talk about my best friend like that. You’re the furthest thing from stupid.”

“So, we’re still best friends then? I didn’t scare you away?”

You shake your head. “That’s impossible. Believe it or not, Ed, you probably couldn’t scare me off if ya tried.”

“Good thing. I’m still so sorry.”

You offer your hand, palm up to him. He rests his palm against yours, and you entwine your fingers with his. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve been waiting six years for you to tell me that.”

Eddie lurches forward, craning his neck to look you in the face that’s still facing the windshield. “Are you fucking with me? Don’t fuck with me, definitely not right now. Y/n?”

You shake your head, gnawing on your bottom lip as you think of a reasonable response. “Swear on Dustin’s mother, I’m not fucking with you.” You meet his eyes straight on, unblinking, trying to communicate your feelings through your expression. “It might have taken a little longer for me to realize it, but it’s been you. It has always been you.”

Eddie’s eyes stay glued to yours, the warmth of them sucking you in as he searches your face for any inch of doubt. When he seemingly can’t find it, he inches closer to you, his arm resting on the dusty console as he invades your personal space.

Feeling a burst of confidence as Hayley’s Crystal Clear hums from the radio, and you mirror his movements, nudging his forearm with yours as you lean closer to him.

“If you hate this, just let me know. No hard feelings.” Eddie’s voice is barely a whisper. You don’t respond with words, but nod your head dismissively and close the gap between his lips and yours. Eddie’s breath hitches as he catches your mouth with his, your lips crushing against his eagerly, something you’ve wanted since you were thirteen.

Eddie pulls away first, only moving far enough away to look at you again. His face is flushed, eyes wide as he examines your face, probably looking similarly. “Why’d you stop?” You’re brimming with confidence as he blushes, his eyes darting from your face to your hands, resting on the console.

“I had to make sure it was real.” He reaches up and pinches his shoulder. “Ow. Yeah, okay. I guess it’s real.”

“We should do it again. Y’know, just to make sure.” He looks back up at you, and you lean in without another word, connecting your lips once again. This time, you deepen the kiss, tongue swiping against his bottom lip as if to ask permission. Eddie’s lips part wider, and your tongue meets his as you slide your free hand into his hair. His own cups your jaw, his thumb resting lightly on your chin just below your lips. He tastes like smoke and chocolate, his lips soft against yours as he bumps your nose with his.

It could have been minutes or hours by the time you separate, untangling your fingers from his wild curls. “Okay,” You speak first, your voice breathy. “It is real.”

Eddie’s lips split into a beaming smile. “Yeah, shit. I’m so glad.” He exhales shakily and tucks a stray hair behind his ear.

“So,” You pause, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, “now what?”

Eddie doesn’t miss a beat. “I mean, I have plenty of ideas, but-“

“I’ll do anything with you.”

“Movie at my place?”

You hope it means what you think it does. “Yeah, definitely.” You shoot your mom a text that you’re staying over Eddie’s. She sends back a “Yay! Hope he makes you feel better :)” and you respond with a heart. He already has.