#and now I'm sitting here writing three damn pages of (I don't know what the hell it is) about the leverage team

[running-in-the-dark]

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[moonstruckme]

not sure if you’re taking requests buttttt poly!marauders but they’re kinda overprotective bfs and she sneaks out to go to a party with marlene or her girlfriends but they find out and show up at the party 💞

Hi don't worry, I am! I think it should show on the requests page linked in my pinned post, but please let me know if it doesn't, I'm still figuring tumblr out and often mess up! I hope this is alright honey, I tried to go for the angst but honestly the more I write the more suspicious I become of my inability to write our boys being anything other than soft with reader! I'll try to work on it but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this <33

cw: mention of concussion symptoms, including nausea, nothing intense or even very descriptive though

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 906 words

You’re aware that the internet had said you were supposed to avoid bright lights, loud sounds, and movement when Remus had looked it up after an unfortunate fall that morning. Just like you’re aware that when your boyfriends left you at your apartment a few hours ago, they’d been trusting you to follow those instructions. But you’re also aware that the internet had led you all to believe your concussion was mild, and that Marlene only has one birthday a year. Damned if you were going to miss it. 

So yeah, you feel a bit queasy as your eyes struggle to track the movement and voices around you, but that’s nothing compared to the contentment of being with your friends. Lily has assigned herself the role of your caretaker, checking that you’re alright every few minutes and shushing anyone who raises their voice too loud around you, and Marlene has attached herself to your side, telling you how much she appreciates you in between beer-scented hiccups. 

“And you’re so nice to come tonight,” she’s saying now, brushing her fingers clumsily but sweetly through your hair. “I can’t tell you how much—uh oh.” 

You have a premonition of ill fate even before the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you follow Marelene’s unfocused gaze to the curly-haired boy coming towards you.

“Happy birthday, Marls,” he says, his smile only appearing slightly strained, before he turns to you. “Hey, sweetheart. Let’s go home, yeah?”

“Jamie,” you say quietly, and Lily and Marlene leave the couch to give you as much privacy as a party allows. “What are you doing here?”

“Everyone here’s been posting, and you’re in the background of half the pictures.” His smile slips as he crouches in front of you, disappointment in his eyes. “You know you’re supposed to be resting,” he says softly. “C’mon, let’s go.” 

You’re glad that he’s here instead of Remus or Sirius, who surely wouldn’t be as careful about not embarrassing you. James is less stern than the others, and though you feel a bit guilty for doing so, you press that to your advantage. 

“I haven’t drank anything but water,” you say. “That’s gotta count for something, right? And look.” You brush your hair behind your ear, showing him the earplugs you’d put in before arriving. “I’m being careful, see? I’m alright, Jamie, and it’s Marlene’s birthday. Let’s just stay, both of us, okay?”

James looks nearly apologetic. “Remus and Sirius are waiting in the car.” 

You groan, but allow James to pull you to your feet, waving goodbye to your friends with a pout. He supports more of your weight than you really need him to as he walks you outside, where Remus sits in the drivers’ seat of the idling car. Dread settles, along with dull resignation, in your stomach. 

Sirius is in the backseat and you hope James will get in first, but he lifts you in before him, placing you between two of your three upset boyfriends. You can’t look at any of them, allowing James to buckle your seatbelt for you as an oppressive silence, worse than the bass that had brutalized your head inside Marlene’s, stretches out between you. 

True to form, Sirius is the first to breach it. 

“What the hell were you thinking?”

You sigh. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have a concussion! All you had to do was stay home and rest. That website said that lights and loud music—say, the sort of things you’d find at a party—would only make things worse.” 

Normally, you’d argue with him. No matter how hopeless it seems, no matter how obvious it is that Sirius is going to win, you can always meet him head-on and at least make your point. But tonight, with your head throbbing and something about your very being feeling fundamentally wrong, you can’t muster up the energy. 

“I know,” you say. 

Sirius goes silent at the acquiescence in your voice, and he looks at Remus in the rear-view mirror, unsure of how to proceed. James puts a hand on your knee, a tiny gesture of comfort even though he’s upset with you too. The motivation that had driven you to Marlene’s and through the party is wearing off, and you feel suddenly, embarrassingly teary. 

“Do you feel sick?” Remus speaks for the first time, and though his voice is calm, the absence of his usual terms of endearment leave no doubt that you’re still in trouble. 

You clear your throat of the tears that are trying to clog it. “A little.” 

“We’re bringing you to our place to rest.” It’s not a question. “We can go get some things from your place tomorrow, but tonight you can just wear our stuff. Think you can eat something before bed?” 

It’s worse that he’s being kind to you. You’d been prepared for a lecture, but being taken care of is worse. It brings the vulnerability you’ve felt since the frightening pain and dizziness of that morning to the surface, and you keep your face turned towards your lap as your eyes become wet. “Yeah, I think so,” you say, and your voice cracks slightly when you add, “I’m sorry.” 

Sirius makes a sympathetic, pained sound from beside you, and James abandons all pretense of anger, tucking your head under his chin. 

“We’ll talk about it later,” Remus says, a bit more gently. “For now, just try to relax.” 

[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 6

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Even though he's expecting company, Eddie still jumps and yelps when his front door flies open without so much as a knock, revealing Dustin and Will.

"I know I said to let yourselves in, but a warning knock would have been nice," Eddie shoots them a glare, not bothering to stand from the couch where he'd been pretending to watch whatever terrible daytime movie was playing.

"Sorry," Will apologizes sheepishly while Dustin just laughs.

"Which of your moms dropped you off? If it's Claudia, I'm filing a complaint about how you were raised."

"Har har," Dustin says, swinging his backpack off and knelling down to unzip and dig into it. "We biked here."

"Lucky you, then. The complaint will wait."

Dustin wrestles a blanket from his backpack. Unwrapping it reveals Steve, hair rumpled but otherwise unharmed. "Alright. Delivered safely. We gotta go meet El and Mike now but we'll see you on Saturday, right?"

Eddie sets Steve on the couch, angled towards the TV. "Yeah. I get the feeling if I don't show for the barbeque that Joyce will show up here and drag me there by my ear."

"She would," Will confirms with an easy shrug. The boys turn to leave before Will exclaims, "Oh! Almost forgot!" before digging into his pocket for something, turning around to give it to Eddie.

"What?"

"El and Steve spoke again. He had a lot of things to say. I spent a good portion of the last three days writing down everything as El repeated it to me. This is your letter," he says, having successfully pulled out what looked to be a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Oh," Eddie takes it, and realizes it's not just one folded piece of paper, but three. "Wow."

"Seems you are Steve's second favorite," Dustin grins at him from the doorway.

"You are first, I assume?"

"No. Robin is. She got five pages."

That tracks, actually. Eddie's not surprised Robin got the most pages.

Soon enough, the boys are off and Eddie returns to the couch, pulling his legs up to sit crisscross. "Alright, Stevie, let's see what you have to say."

He unfolds the pages completely and is met with Will's now familiar penmanship scrawled across the sheets of wide rule paper that has clearly been ripped from a composition notebook. He's seen Will's handwriting plenty over this last year, quickly scribbling notes during DnD sessions and on the little item cards Will makes himself to hand out when he DMs.

Will's handwriting isn't always the neatest, but this looks like Will took time, wanted his writing to be legible. Flipping through the papers he sees it is two pages, front and back, of a letter, and the third page is a list of questions in a different, neater handwriting. He gets the feeling that Will probably didn't paraphrase anything. How many people got letters? How much of Will and El's time was devoted to doing just this?

Eddie feels emotional over this, misty-eyed and a lump in his throat, and he hasn't even read the damn letter yet.

"Shit, Stevie, do you even realize how loved you are?" Eddie asks out loud, turning to look at Porcelain Steve like he might answer him this time. Blank hazel eyes stare forward. Eddie shakes his head, to clear away his thoughts, and gets to reading. Not out loud, because he doesn't want Steve to hear how wet his voice will sound.

Eddie,

I guess the first thing I want to say is thank you. I was kind of freaking out when I first woke up like this. It was calming, that day on the lawn, after Robin and Nancy found me. You were so chill and just chatted my ear off like you would have if I were, like, there. I mean, there there and not like, doll-there, if you get what I mean.

Shit, man, being stuck like this would have been a hell of a lot worse without you, I'm certain. Everyone's been great, of course, and, like, no offense meant, Will and El, but you act most normal. Helps me feel, well, I don't know how, exactly. Describing emotions is not something I'm like, good at. Robin's great, too, but she catastrophizes, you know? And since I can't speak back, she can get herself pretty worked up about this and I hate that. Hate that I can't do anything to help her.

Shit. This isn't your issue. Don't include that. No, wait, do. Sorry, El. (It is here, off in the margin, that Will has added 'I wrote everything word for word. Enjoy the asides to El and me.) Hanging out with you helps her, I think. She seems less anxious on days we spend with you. So, I guess, I also want to thank you for that. For being there for Robin when I can't.

Eddie has to pause there because he had no idea. Robin has been a grounding force for him this whole time. He had no idea he was doing the same for her. She never said, or let on... well, that was probably her goal and now Steve's spilled the beans.

This is getting easier to say, even if I still don't know how to feel about the other two people who are going to be privy to everything said, or I guess from your end, written here. (Here, Will has transcribed a conversation they seemed to have had in the middle of writing this up.) Oh. He means us. - El Yes. Don't worry Steve, we'll do our best to forget everything you've said once it's written down. - Will Steve laughed and says thanks. - El I appreciate that but- well, being honest there's some things I want to say but I don't want anyone else to hear. Those conversations are better left face to face, anyway. So, uhh, what else did I want to say?

Oh! Yeah, I told Robin she could drive around the Bimmer, so she can have a car while I'm- so she doesn't have to bike everywhere but knowing her she probably won't take me up on that offer. Maybe you can talk her into it? Or, maybe she'll be willing to drive your van around and you can take the bimmer.

"Jesus, Stevie, can't you just be okay with existing?" Eddie says it under his breath and tenses instantly. For a moment, he forgot that Steve was right there on the couch with him, could hear him. Now he has to explain himself because Steve's already heard, and without the context of how Eddie really means those words, they can sound judgmental. "Shit. Sorry. I just read the part about your car and, dude, you just don't know how to not try and be helpful, huh? I bet it's destroying you on the inside that you can't do anything. But Steve, you gotta know, we don't care about you because you're useful."

Steve, of course, can't reply, so Eddie goes back to the letter.

Uh, what else was there? Oh! Yeah! I don't get migraines here. Or, in this body? Or, whatever it is. I haven't had one since this happened. Also, no hearing issues. Though I find myself wishing to be completely deaf sometimes. I get that Max can listen to Kate Bush for a week straight, but I'd like a little variety. God, what I wouldn't give to listen to the Top 40 again. Don't say anything, Munson. I can already see your judgmental face at my music taste. Unlike you, I have the ability to like multiple types of music. The Top 40 AND that one song from, uhh, shit. Might not have migraines or hearing issues at the moment, but the memory is still as it was. Which means it is shit. That one song by that metal band where their name sounds like it's metal? You know who I mean. (In the margin, Will has just written five little question marks in a row ?????)

"The band you were thinking of, it's Metallica," Eddie says.

Not important. But, uh, the reason for telling you this. I was hoping you might smuggle me to a show the next time your band plays at the Hideout? Last time I tried to go it was too loud and gave me a migraine, you remember, but I think that I could listen to your whole show like this. We might as well take advantage of the perks of this shit situation, right? So, uh, I wouldn't mind if you did that. Or, like, had Robin or someone else bring me. Whichever.

Actually, wait, I lied, I do care which way. I've already had them pen down Robin's letter, so you'll have to pass this on, but I want Robin to take me. So, I can also watch the show, not just listen. That was the part I liked most, when I went last time, before I had to leave. Wait. Scratch that. Ask Argyle. Other than you, he seems like the only person willing to be caught holding me in public, mostly because I don't think he even knows how to be embarrassed. Jesus that was such a weird sentence to say. Holding me in public. Such a weird thing to experience, too.

Uh, anyway, I think that's it for now. Thanks for everything, Eddie.

"I think you're handling this loss of bodily autonomy rather well, Steve. This letter is a lot more positive than the one I would have written if our roles were reversed," Eddie says with a sigh. He can't help but wonder what Steve would have said in this letter if it hadn't had to be filtered through two teenagers first.

He looks to the last page, the list of questions, and is surprised to see that, mixed in with questions about which sports team is winning (he is not going to watch Sportsball for Steve. There has to be a line drawn somewhere and this is it. He will ask Wayne about it later and hate the glee he sees in his uncle's eyes because now he's going to have to pretend to like sports for the unforeseeable future) and for honest updates about their friends are questions about Eddie's campaign that he's rambled on about since Steve can't escape. Steve wants spoilers, wants to know what Eddie has planned.

Steve has actually been listening. He'd been operating on the assumption Steve just tunes him out when he gets going, unable to stop his brain to mouth filter when it comes to talking about Dungeons and Dragons and his current campaign.

"I'm at your list of questions now. I can't answer anything about sports, and don't think I'm unaware of how you asked me and not Lucas. I see what you are doing and I'm not going to fall for it. So, your first non-sportsball question here; How is Dustin doing, really? Well, that's a whole thing but overall, okay."

[angiechia]

Can I go?

(a 12 year old John and 22 year old Arthur short story)

Arthur goes hunting, John wants to go too

I realized a love writing this young John and young Arthur stories ^^ I've been having some rough days and this truly gaves me the serotonin im lacking lol

Again NO SHIP INTENDED please this is a kid and an adult😭 i just love their brotherhood so much

☆☆☆

Hosea placed the book back in front of the boy after he had thrown it to the ground in frustration.

"I don't want to! I don't know how!" John turned his gaze away from the book, resting his head on the table.

"Son, this isn’t like years ago. Nowadays, you can't go around not knowing how to read; it's necessary if you want to be somebody later on," Hosea explained patiently, though his voice carried a hint of annoyance.

"I don't want to be somebody! Don't you guys rob and kill? If I'd known this was a damn school, I would've run away from you two!"

"Then right now you'd be hanging by your neck like a Christmas ornament. Now sit your butt in that chair and read these letters!" Hosea quickly responded, managing to get a groan out of John as he reluctantly picked up the book. "Now, what does it say there?"

"...I don't know."

"Yes, you do, because you did it before. What letters are these?"

"...T...H...E?"

"Good, and what word does that make?"

"...The..."

"Exactly, John. See? You can do it. Now, the next letters."

"H...o...r...s...e," he pronounced the letters slowly.

"That's right, these letters make a longer word. What is it?"

"Uhm... House?"

A wheeze was heard behind them, and John quickly turned to see who it was. He frowned when he saw it was Arthur mocking him.

"The kid's dumber than a rock," Arthur said mockingly as he walked up behind them.

"I am not, you jerk!" John quickly slammed the book on the table, causing Hosea to let out an exasperated sigh—he had been so close.

"Arthur, don't make fun. You were as slow as a turtle when it came to reading a three-word sentence," the older man said, and Arthur made an annoyed face.

"HA!" John taunted, pointing at Arthur with his finger.

"Whatever," Arthur said, dismissing them as he started walking toward the horses. "I'm going hunting."

Something sparked in John's eyes as he quickly lifted his head when he heard the word "hunting." He watched Arthur leave.

"I'll read the sentence tomorrow!" he quickly told Hosea as he hopped down from his seat. "Not just the sentence, the whole page, please!" he begged to end today’s ‘class.’

Hosea sighed. "Alright, I reckon—"

"Thanks!" John shouted as he ran toward the stables.

He arrived just in time as Arthur was leading Boadicea out, walking alongside her. When the blue-eyed man saw the boy standing there expectantly, he only gave him an annoyed look and ignored him, continuing to walk.

John thought Arthur would ask what he was doing, but receiving only silence, he ran to catch up and walked beside him.

"Can I go?" the boy asked.

"No," Arthur replied curtly.

"Please! I want to go, I want to see what hunting is like!"

"No," Arthur repeated as he mounted Boadicea. The act surprised John, and before the tall, ill-tempered man could even think of leaving, John stood in front of the horse, stretching both arms out to the sides to block the way. "What in the hell are you doing, Marston?!" Arthur shouted angrily.

"Take me hunting with you, dammit!"

Arthur tried to steer the stubborn horse around the boy, but wherever he directed her, John quickly stepped in front again.

"Damn it, let me go! We need to eat!"

"If I go, we can hunt more!"

"You wouldn’t even hit a cow in a corral with a rifle. Now get out of here!"

"Arthur!" John cried out in desperation, making the mare nervous as she pinned her ears back. Arthur finally had enough of the brat.

"Damn it, John, get on!" John instantly lit up with excitement and let out a laugh.

He quickly ran to the side of the horse, and Arthur had lifted his foot from the stirrup for the boy to use it to climb up. John tried, but it was too high for him. He grunted and sighed in frustration, falling silent for a few seconds.

"Help me?"

"For heaven’s sake, come on!" Arthur grumbled as he reached down to pull John up. As soon as he was seated, Arthur took off at a trot, faster than John had expected.

"In the orphanage, there was a boy. I think his name was Bruce..." John started talking, and Arthur immediately let out an annoyed sigh, realizing the quiet ride he hoped for wasn’t going to happen. "Or was it Matthew?... No, no... Bruce. Yeah, it was Bruce because Matthew never rode a horse."

"Just get on with the damn story," Arthur urged.

"Well, he once told me that his pa was a farmer, and he bred racehorses, like, horses specifically for racing. And I asked him which horse was the fastest, and he said it was the Arabians. Is this one?"

"No, Arabians are too expensive," Arthur replied curtly.

"Oh... so what breed is this?"

"Hungarian Half-bred," again, Arthur answered in a dry and rough tone.

"Oh... and it’s a girl, right?"

"You see any balls?"

Despite Arthur's sharp response, John laughed immaturely at the comment. "No." He stopped laughing and paused before continuing. "Bruce once told me that boy horses—"

"Stallions," Arthur interrupted, as if superior for knowing horse terminology.

"Yeah, them. Is it true that in the cold their balls shrink?" The boy laughed again after saying that.

"I don’t know, John," Arthur replied. "Hey, what happened to that kid’s father?"

"Oh, he told me he found him dead. He got killed at the entrance of his ranch, by some men who, like, wanted to get revenge on him, I think."

"Jeez..." Arthur said, considering the possibility that the man might have been involved in something shady with the horse races. "And you? Why did you end up in an orphanage?" Arthur wasn’t known for his tact, often considered "heartless" by others in the gang.

"What’s it to you?" John snapped back.

"Damn, if you wanted to talk so much, I was just trying to make conversation."

"I don’t want to talk about it."

"Okay..." Arthur responded with neutrality.

When they reached the valley, they managed to hunt a deer. Arthur feared that bringing John along would scare off all the animals, but it seemed the boy knew when to keep his mouth shut when it mattered.

When they found the deer, John volunteered to carry it on his back, and even though it was clearly too heavy for him, he never gave up or told Arthur he couldn’t do it. Arthur respected that.

Now they were back on the horse, heading back to camp.

"So..." John started another conversation, "Next time we go hunting, I’ll bring a rifle, and—"

"That won’t happen. You don’t know how to use a gun yet."

"Yes, I do!... Well, sort of."

"See? I’m not risking getting shot by a kid."

"Then teach me!"

"No."

"I’ll tell Hosea to make you teach me."

"I still won’t do it."

"Arthuuuuur"

[ragsy]

"20230823-EHA-TD-01" | ~1,800 words

I like writing fake official documents and I wanted to expand on Kenny's time immediately after re-appearing in the world. So I made them both happen in the same fic. ENJOY 👇

CONFIDENTIAL

PARANATURAL AND TRANSDIMENSIONAL INVESTIGATION ADMINISTRATION

ANOMALY 20230823-EHA-TD-01

ANOMALY INTERACTIONS VOICE TRANSCRIPTION: ROOM 145H

INTRODUCTION:

This is the transcription of the Anomaly Interactions Voice Recording from the Anomaly 20230823-EHA-TD-01 investigation. The automated system records continually while the assigned room (145H) is occupied by a registered anomaly. Periods of time where no audible speech was recorded have been omitted from this record.

20230823-EHA-TD-01 was admitted to Prairie Skies Hospital (Bridgeport) on Sunday, August 20, 2023 after appearing on a local's doorstep the previous morning. Medical staff reported disorientation, confusion, aphasia, and possible dissociation. Results of physical examination were within normal parameters for patient's apparent age (estimated 60-70 years old). Arthritis, hypertension, and poor vision without corrective lenses noted. Patient's identity was not able to be determined upon admission, and comparison to local missing persons databases remains inconclusive. Patient was reclassified as anomaly and transferred to PTIA facility on August 23, 2023 after blood panels revealed high levels of xenoparticulates, typical of TD-type anomalies.

Communicators in the text may be identified according to the following list.

A01 | Anomaly | "John Doe"

DG | Assigned Research Assistant | Deepa Ghosh

RH | Resident Nurse (Night shift) | Rebecca Horn

TA | Resident Nurse (Day shift) | Tomas Ares

A series of three dots (...) is used to designate portions of the recording that could not be transcribed. One dash (-) is used to indicate a speaker's pause or a self-interruption and subsequent completion of a thought. Two dashes (--) are used to indicate an interruption by another speaker or a point at which a recording was terminated abruptly.

TAPE 1

BEGIN TRANSCRIPT:

2023-08-23

23:36

RH: I just can't fucking believe--

DG: You should know that everything you say in here is recorded.

RH: Oh, shit. Sorry. I mean- (unintelligible) I don't mean to be--

DG: Ms. Horn.

RH: Okay. Sorry. I just- Why did the hospital sedate him? He wasn't combative. He was barely even lucid.

DG: If we ever want to discharge him, he can't know how to find out where we are again.

RH: (grunts) But how am I supposed to do his intake?

23:37

DG: Just take his vitals. The interview is my job anyway.

RH: Right. Okay. Um...

23:42

RH: 110 over 70. 97.7 degrees. Pulse and respiration are low, 60 and 12 respectively. That's-

DG: Sedative.

RH: Right. It'll be awhile before that wears off.

DG: You're on standby until it does.

23:43

RH: Sure, ever since I was a little girl, I always knew I wanted to watch strange old men sleep.

DG: Ms. Horn.

RH: Sorry. I'll page you when he wakes up, Dr. Ghosh.

DG: Thank you.

(door shuts)

23:48

RH: God damn.

2023-08-24

02:02

A01: (groan)

RH: Oh, shit-

02:04

RH: Oh, no, Mr. Doe, we don't need to be- Let's stay put, okay? That's it, okay, we can sit you up- There. See? It's okay. It's okay.

02:04

RH: No, no- Oh, you really want to be moving, huh? (laughing) Well, sorry, I'm not going to let you beef it onto the floor. There. Now stay. Please. For thirty seconds while I page Dr. Ghosh.

02:05

RH: Thank you.

02:07

A01: (coughing)

RH: Oh, let me get you some- Here, drink- That's it. Okay. No? That's it? We're going to have to reclassify you as a raisin if you don't have some damn water. Just keep- Yeah, sure, you can hang onto that. It's just a styrofoam cup.

02:08

A01: (unintelligible)

RH: Hm? What's that?

02:10

(knocking on door)

RH: Oh, that's- Come in.

(door opens)

A01: (startled yelp)

(door shuts)

RH: Hey, shh, settle. Let me take your cup-

A01: No-

(water splashing)

RH: Oh.

02:11

RH: That's fine, that spot needed to be mopped anyway.

(chair moving)

DG: Good morning, Mr. Doe. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

RH: You could hardly say two A.M. is morning--

DG: I'm Dr. Ghosh. Can you answer some questions for me?

RH: He's only been awake for ten minutes!

DG: Can you understand me?

RH: Dr. Ghosh.

02:12

DG: Can you tell me your name?

A01: I-

02:13

DG: Can you tell me the current year?

02:14

DG: Can you tell me where you are?

A01: H-

RH: It's okay hon, you can take your time.

A01: Hospital-

DG: Excellent. That is technically not correct, but not the matter at hand. What's important is that you've also just answered my first question.

(paper rustling) (pencil scratching)

02:15

DG: Okay- Can you tell me where you live?

DG: Is there anyone who might be looking for you?

02:16

DG: Where have you been recently?

A01: My-

DG: Oh?

02:17

DG: Hm.

(pencil scratching) (paper rustling)

DG: We can complete there rest of the interview at a later date. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Doe.

A01: Ah-

DG: I will see you again in the morning.

RH: The actual--

DG: The actual morning, yes.

(door opens)

A01: Wait-

DG: Oh?

A01: Don't-

02:17

RH: Shh. Hey. She'll be back. It's okay, hey, stay there.

DG: I'll be back, Mr. Doe.

(door closes)

RH: You did great, you did so good. We'll get you sorted out.

A01: My-

RH: What's that?

A01: Na--

PLAYBACK ERROR. PLEASE CONTACT ADMINISTRATOR.

\\\\

2023-09-15

14:24

(knocking on door)

A01: Yes.

(door opens)

DG: Good afternoon, Mr. Doe.

(door shuts)

DG: Is now a good time to continue our work?

A01: Yes.

DG: Excellent. You seem like you've been making great progress. Ms. Horn told me that you beat her in a game of cards last night. I'm glad to hear it.

A01: Thank you.

14:25

DG: Still not eating?

A01: No.

DG: Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?

A01: No.

DG: Hm. Okay. Well, that's hard to argue with.

A01: (coughing)

DG: Carrying on. I have some more difficult questions for you now.

(papers rustling)

DG: Do you remember anything from before you woke up in this room?

14:26

DG: Please, take your time.

A01: Hospital. Car.

(pencil scratching)

DG: Mm-hm.

A01: Sin--

DG: Oh?

A01: Cinnamon.

DG: Ah. Hm.

14:27

(pencil scratching)

A01: Fall.

DG: As in the season? Autumn?

A01: No.

DG: As in falling down?

A01: Yes.

DG: Can you tell me more about how you fell?

A01: I-

14:28

A01: Don't know.

DG: You remember falling, but not what caused you to fall?

A01: I don't- Yes.

DG: Do you remember where you fell from?

A01: No.

DG: Do you remember where you landed?

A01: Stairs. House.

DG: And you're sure you didn't just fall from the st- No. I'm sorry. That's a leading question. Is there anything else you remember?

14:29

A01: (unintelligible)

DG: Who? Can you elaborate on that?

A01: Where- I-

DG: Mr. Doe?

A01: I don't-

DG: Mr. Doe, please, who is Franklin?--

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2023-09-17

04:01

A01: I don't- I don't know. I don't know. I can't. I don't. I don't know. I don't know.

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2023-09-30

18:30

TA: Oh, Rebecca's here. I'll see you again during dayshift, okay? If you need me. They're putting you on as-needed care soon, I heard.

A01: Oh- Right, thank you.

TA: Anything else I can do before I go?

A01: Crack my brain open and figure out what's going on up here?

TA: I literally can't do that.

A01: Just thought I'd try.

TA: (laughing) You sound like Rebecca. She's rubbing off on you.

(door opens)

RH: I'm rubbing what?

TA: Anyway. See you tomorrow, Mr. Doe.

18:31

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2023-10-03

10:55

DG: You have a--

10:56

DG: I must admit, I'm speechless.

A01: Was it- Ah- Did I say something wrong?

DG: No, no- Not at all. That is extremely useful information.

(pencil scratching)

DG: And- Her name? Can you remember her name?

A01: It's-

10:57

A01: Her name- Her name is Emily.

(papers rustling) (chair moving)

DG: I must make some phone calls.

(door opens)

A01: Oh-

DG: As always, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Doe.

(door closes)

11:01

A01: Oh, god.

11:02

A01: Oh my god. Oh my god.

A01: No, no, no, no- Emily--

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2023-10-05

09:44

DG: Well?

09:45

(papers rustling)

A01: I suppose he might look a little like me.

DG: A bit? The physical resemblance is striking. He's the right age. He has a daughter with the same name as yours. He vanished without a trace. Of all the missing persons files I've looked through, this man is the closest anyone has gotten to finding a match.

A01: That's true, but--

DG: Once the DNA analysis results have arrived, we can know for certain whether or not he's you.

09:46

DG: Is something the matter?

A01: It's nothing, it's nothing.

DG: I thought you might be more excited.

A01: I'm-

09:47

DG: Maybe his photos can jog your memory.

A01: That's- (unintelligible)

DG: Pardon?

A01: Nothing. I'm sorry, can- Can we cut our work short today?

DG: Of course. But I'll let you know as soon as the DNA results are in.

A01: Sure. Thank- Thank you.

(chair moving) (papers rustling)

DG: No, no, keep the file with you. It's just a copy. I will be back tomorrow.

09:48

(door opens)

(door closes)

09:52

A01: (sobbing)

2023-10-05

11:51

A01: (unintelligible)

(sink running)

(water splashing)

A01: (unintelligible)

2023-10-06

09:00

(knocking on door)

A01: Come in.

(door opens)

(door closes)

DG: Good morning, Mr. Doe. How are you feeling?

09:01

A01: Could be better.

DG: Hm.

A01: I read- I looked at the file.

DG: And how do you feel about it?

A01: I- I still don't know.

DG: That's unfortunate. If it's any consolation, I have the DNA results.

09:02

A01: Oh.

DG: Shall I tell you the answer?

DG: Mr. Doe?

A01: Yes. Alright.

09:03

DG: It's a match.

(papers rustling)

DG: He's you.

09:04

DG: I'm sorry if it comes as a shock to you. But this is tremendous news, we- Do you understand? We know who you are now, we know where you're from, we can finally-

09:05

DG: Don't you want to piece together where you've been? Don't you want to finally understand what happened to you?

A01: I- I suppose.

DG: We can't waste any more time. I will put in the request to have you transferred out of containment- Your file will need to be updated, I need to request your records and history from surveillance--

09:06

A01: Stop.

DG: I--

A01: Please.

DG: I'm sorry. This is just very exciting. The real work on your case can finally begin.

09:07

DG: I can give you some time to process, if you would prefer.

A01: I would.

DG: Yes, of- Yes, of course.

A01: Thank you.

DG: We will speak again this afternoon.

(door opens)

DG: It will be wonderful to finally meet you, Mr. Song.

(door closes)

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COMMUNICATOR IDENTIFICATION: A01 | Anomaly | "John Doe" UPDATED TO: KS | Anomaly | "Kenneth Song"

[mylittleredgirl]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @geneeste. :) i may have done this one before, but tumblr blog search was traditionally unhelpful and i have several very important things i should be doing, so here we are <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 219

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 655,471

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stargate atlantis is the runaway lead, then sg-1, 90s/00s treks, the x-files, and a grab bag of other things. only two fics so far for m*a*s*h but the forecast looks good!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

no sooner met (star trek voyager, j/c, eight years of friends-to-lovers in 5k or less)

career day (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, damn that sure was a choice to go back to high school amirite)

next chapter (the good place, chidi/eleanor, the intimacy of reading)

first date (star trek voyager, j/c, falling in love again)

occupational hazards (the good place, chidi/eleanor, eleanor would rather not be the architect)

5. Do you respond to comments?

eventually!!!! i tend to keep nice ones on my home page for a while to cheer me up and then sometimes they get buried. i wake up nights like "damn the good place fandom really went all out with amazing comments on that random fic in like 2018 and i never replied," so maybe i need to go through my inbox and belatedly clear my cosmic debts.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

twilight (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, what if john didn't break the cycle). strong on style but real weak on comfort.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

weaving loose ends (stargate sg-1, sam/jack) ends with a wedding! in twenty years of writing romance fic, that has maybe only happened once?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not yet! but the year is young.

a fic of mine did cause a dramatic fandom schism once, in the dancing with the stars fandom no less. a splinter fan group created in exile! a mod claiming to be personal friends with the stars! everybody storming out and then blocking each other! so my fic did cause hate, but somehow i personally escaped unscathed. i didn't even get blocked. (lesson: in some spaces, rpf is encouraged until They Fuck. second lesson: if you start a fire and then stay very quiet, everyone forgets about you.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do!! i guess!! but i'm struggling with it right now and it's giving me a complex. and "what kind" is like......... vanilla het fic for the most part tbh. gauzy curtain vibes, even. basically, i have to really sit and think about whether to rate something M or E, you know?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

yes, but not since the x-files days. rip geocities webrings we salute you for your years of service.

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

no, but i think i'd like to! passing chapters back and forth sleepover style like "haha write your way out of THIS" would be fun. (or collaborating in a more mundane way, i guess....)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

john sheppard/elizabeth weir (stargate atlantis). first fic in the tag and i'm still fuckin there. three years on tv and a lifetime in my goddamn brain.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

realistically, i'm feeling pretty down on the chances that i'll ever finish ANY wip that's longer than 20k, but the two long ones withering on the vine that i'd like to finish are a sam/jack sg1 episodic soulmate fic and "what if janeway went undercover with the maquis instead of tuvok: the novel."

16. What are your writing strengths?

stealing one of geneeste's answers because "character complexity" is a good one! i don't feel satisfied with any fic unless i feel like i have learned something new about a character, or highlighted it in a new way.

my more specific strength, according to @coraclavia, is missing-scene fics that weave through an entire series canon to make a thesis statement (they are In Love).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

😭 i can't write anything long 😭 i really wish i were different 😭 i envy those of you with staying power who can return to a story after going to work or writing something else and keep plugging away at it. i used to write sprawling things when i was a teen, but since becoming Adult With Job now many years ago, i've totally lost that skill!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

haaaahahahaha. talk about a weakness. i literally couldn't bring myself to write a fic that required dialogue in Ancient from stargate, a language that -- i cannot stress this enough -- is not even real. i'm like "well maybe i'll study latin for three years and then analyze all the episodes where they speak it to reverse engineer the differences so i can write the bastardized space latin correctly" GIRL WHY. JUST FUCK IT UP.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first completed story that i recall would have been star trek voyager in my early teens, and by the grace of rural internet and some kind of prescient sense of self-preservation, it does not live online. first internet-published fic was several years later, for the x-files. for better or worse, that one can still be found.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think pieces (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, catharsis through sex pollen) might be the new best, and i had a lot of fun writing erasers on pencils (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, catharsis through truancy).

--

i am sure many of my fic-writer-meme friends have done this already but @ussjellyfish if your answers have changed since whenever you did it last; i'd love to hear how @havocthecat, @anretc, and @coraclavia would answer this; and blowing dandelion meme seeds over the fence to the mash fandom: @remyfire!

[euovennia]

Hi! I have an Oc who is Malaysian so her accent is very heavy. She doesn't have much knowledge about other languages, just English. Then I had an idea.

Could you do something about the reader being the nursing assistant at the base, who is a little shy and decided to learn German on her own just to have some conversation with König, since she always had a crush on him. She is always seen very distracted reading something but no one knows what she reads so much, since she takes care to cover all the German books she has so that no one suspects her sudden interest in the language.

Thank you in advance! 🥰

bless the anon who requested this, i loved writing this out!

warnings: two goofballs being shy bc they're so into each other, not proofread

You're startled by the sound of four incessant knocks bouncing off your door. Your hands grasp onto the old receipt from a grocery run you made just over a week ago that you'd been using as a bookmark and quickly shove it between the pages of your copy of German for the Intermediate. You promptly shut the paperback closed and stack a few files on top of it before getting up from your seat and opening the door to reveal the head nurse and your boss, Juliette. She walks into the small office she'd assigned you and takes a seat on the chair you'd finished sanitizing not too long ago causing you to let out a puff of air in faux annoyance.

"I just got done wiping that down, Jules."

She waves you off as you shut the door and take your seat back at your assigned desk, "I'll wipe it before I go, don't worry."

You cross your legs and give the clock a quick glance before returning your gaze to the woman sat before you, "Everything alright? You look tired."

She quirks a brow, "That your way of saying I look awful?"

Your quick to shake your head, "What? No, of course not! I was just asking because it's only eleven but you look ready to walk out on us."

She looks down at her pants and flicks off a speck of dust you can't even see before responding, "That's because I am."

You straighten out your posture as your interest is piqued, "And why's that?"

She diverts her attention from her pants so she can look at you, "I got word KorTac is on their way back from that mission in Belgium. They've got three GSW's, five knife wounds, and an apparent concussion all on that flight.."

Your brows raise as your stomach falls, "Do you know who has which injuries?"

She shakes her head, "No, but I've been told all wounds have been stabilized by the on board medics. I'm thinking we might just have to stitch them back together once they touch down. We'll see about that concussion once they land."

Your heart rate slows down just a tad as you let out a small sigh of relief, "Well at least that's something, no? Could be a lot worse."

She runs a tired hand through her hair, "I know, I just can't help but think of all the paperwork we'll have to work through cause of it though. Is that messed up?"

You ponder for a moment before answering, "No, I don't think so. We all hate paperwork, but you just so happen to get the majority of it."

"Sometimes I hate myself for accepting that damn promotion," She lets out a wistful sigh, "You think you can take some files off my hands by chance? I'll let you have a day off any day you want."

"No need to bribe me with a day off, Jules. You know I don't mind the extra paperwork," You say with a kind smile.

She lets out a small laugh, "Right, I forgot you actually like paperwork."

You shrug, "It's cathartic."

She eyes you for a few moments and opens her mouth to say something, but is stopped by the sound of her pocket pager going off. She grabs onto it and reads over it for a moment before looking up at you, "They're here."

You lean back in your seat as you release the pen from your cramping hand. Your eyes rake over the now small stack of folders sitting on your desk before drifting over to the digital watch resting on your wrist.

16:37

You remain leaned back in your chair staring at different points in your small office for longer than you care to admit before eventually settling your gaze on the book nestled underneath the growing stack of completed files. You reach forward and carefully pull it out before opening up to the page you were on before Juliette knocked at your door. You combed through the words of the pages, soaking up every bit of information you could.

Of course, until there was another knock on your door.

Holding in the small sigh that threatened to spill from your lips, you opened up a drawer in your desk and placed the book inside before shutting it and turning your focus back to the files on your desk, but not before calling out a quick, "Come in!"

You paid no mind to the door as it opened, only bothering to look up from the patient report you were slaving over when the person who had, presumably, walked in didn't say anything. Your eyes widened and your cheeks warmed upon seeing the object of your affections staring down at you with those gorgeous eyes of his. You could only hope you didn't look as love-struck as you felt.

"König," You greeted as you wring your hands together, "What can I do for you?"

His hands moved to pull up his long sleeve where his forearm guards once rested, a small frown coming to tug at the edge of your lips as you're met with a particularly nasty looking cut.

"Miss Young said you could stitch this up for me," He started as he seemed to shift his weight from one foot to another, "I'm sorry if it's a bother, you look busy."

You shut the file on your desk closed before standing up and walking over to the small cabinet filled with medical supplies as you motion for him to take a seat. You grab onto your disinfectant and suture kit before taking a seat in front of him as you speak, "It's not a bother at all, König. I've been working on those for a while now, this is a welcome distraction."

He gives a nod that you don't see, far too wrapped up in tending to his wound, but also a tad nervous that you'd somehow mess up if you dared to sneak a glance at those eyes that plagued your dreams. Still, you can't seem to hold back the question that's been bouncing around your mind for the past few hours.

"Where were you when the rest of KorTac came in?"

You can't see the way his cheeks tinge pink at the sound of your voice cutting through the otherwise silent room.

"I didn't think I was hurt so I went back to my room. I only realized when I stepped out of the shower not long ago."

You try not to think of him in the shower as you thread the needle, but you can't help but take notice of just how good he smells now that he's in such close proximity. You look down at the skin of his exposed forearm before muttering out a small, "Sorry for the pinch," Before reaching forward with steady hands and pinching the needle through his skin. The small hiss of pain from him aches your chest, but you're enamored by just how soft his skin feels against your fingertips.

You're quick to stitch up his wound, even as your mind and body are going haywire from the man sitting before you. You tie a knot into the thread and cut off the excess before looking up at him, "You can get someone to take them out after seven days, should be good as new."

He gulps, "Would it be possible for you to take them out?"

Your heart soars at the prospect of seeing him again, "If you'd like me to."

He nods, "I would."

You smile at him, "Then I'll see you in a week."

You watch as he leaves just a few moments after your short lived interaction. You quickly clean up the supplies you used before settling yourself back into your chair and taking a deep breath, but it doesn't do much to calm your frazzled nerves because you can still smell traces of his shampoo in the air.

The seven days pass by much slower than you'd anticipated, but it gives you more than enough time to move on from your copy of German for the Intermediate to your copy of German for the Advanced. Which, is what you're currently catching up on before your door flings open. You jolt in your seat as you toss the book to the corner of your desk haphazardly as your eyes fly over to the sudden intrusion where you see Juliette standing there with a sheepish smile on her face.

You let out a small sigh before running your hand over your face, "You scared me."

She takes a seat, "I'm sorry! I just wanted to ask if you were gonna cash in that day off any time soon."

You give her a playful eye roll as you speak, "You've been bugging me about this the entire week. I'm starting to think you don't like me."

She waves you off, "As if. You're easily the most competent person around here, I'd probably drown if you weren't around."

Your brows furrow in confusion, "Then why ask so much?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. I just figure most people would've cashed it in by now, you're making me think you like working just a little too much."

"I just don't see a need to have a day off, I like my job."

"But that's not the point! You rarely ever take a day off and you're always more than happy to come into work if I ever have to call you in. Everyone needs a break, even people who like their job, don't you think?"

You open your mouth to respond, but stop when you see König poke his head though the opening of the door that Juliette hadn't closed all the way, but upon seeing the two of you wrapped up in a conversation he seems to falter.

"I'm sorry, I can come back–"

Juliette stands up and opens the door for him before he can finish his sentence.

"No need, I was just asking a question and I got my answer. Feel free to take her," She says before moving past König with a kind smile.

You try not to get too giddy with the fact that Juliette showed herself out before König could scurry away from your office. You'd been eager to see him.

"Take a seat, I just need to grab some tweezers and a pair of scissors."

He nods before occupying the seat Juliette once had before you return with the aforementioned supplies. You sit before him much like you had a week ago and watch as he lifts up his black long sleeve once more. You lean forward to get a closer look, your heartrate picking up as the smell of his shampoo completely overrides your senses. Much like last week, you make quick work of undoing his stiches and discarding the supplies.

You look up at him with an almost shy smile, "Seems like you're all set now...Unless you needed something else?"

He seems to ponder over your words for few moments before giving a hesitant shake of his head, "No I...I think I'm okay."

You give him a small nod, "Okay then...I think you're good to go."

You watch as his shoulders fall slightly and you're so close to slamming your head against your desk. You've practically kicked him out of your office despite waiting for him to stop by all week. You watch with remorseful eyes as he gives a quick nod before standing up and walking over to your door. You're desperate for him to stay, even for just a few minutes longer so you blurt out, "Schönen Tag König."

You watch with nervous eyes as he whips his head around and looks at you, a glimmer of curiosity shining in his eyes.

"You...You know German?"

Your heart nearly bursts at how shy he sounds.

You gulp as you reach out for the book you tossed aside earlier with a shaky hand, "I've been practicing," You admit as you hand it over to him.

He opens up the book and he finds himself completely mesmerized by the amount of annotations and highlights decorating the pages. He runs a careful finger over your loopy handwriting as he soaks in this newfound knowledge before closing the book and looking over at you who is not sporting a blush on your cheeks, "Why did you want to learn?"

"For you," You quietly admit.

His body warms at your admission, "For me?"

You nod, "I know there's not really anyone else on base who speaks it and I," You let out a small breath to calm your racing heart, "I just thought you'd like to have someone to speak to in your mother tongue."

His lips stretch into a small smile as his eyes bounce between you and the book in his hands. You had just made this so much easier for him.

"Well...If you're tired of reading from a book, maybe I could help teach you?"

Your head snaps up at his words, "You'd do that?"

He nods as he tries to resist the urge to sweep you into his arms, "I always wanted to ask you to out, but I never had a good reason."

You stand up from your seat and walk over to him as you look up into his eyes, "You never needed a reason."

He lets out a shaky breath as he tries to process your close proximity, "I didn't want to make any assumptions," He supplies lamely.

Upon seeing his obvious hesitance, you can feel a surge of confidence bubble up inside you as you reach out for his hand and interlace your fingers, "I would've said yes no matter what."

He's so entranced he can barely think straight, "But your job...It keeps you busy, no?"

Your eyes sparkle, "I think I can manage to get a day off."

That's all he needs to hear.

[melanatedkink]

I Wanna Try...

This one is kinda slower. Not as rough and racy as my previous works (as I'm writing this I'm not sure what the warnings will be). I'm reacclimating myself to writing. I hope you enjoy my attempt.

Warnings: If you're a writer, this may call you out a bit, writer's block. writer's envy, fluff, syrupy romantic writing, intimacy in the bedroom, no sex though

Pairing: Kirishima x Y/N

You were so glad that your boyfriend had such an understanding spirit. It wasn't like it was hard for you to get by on your own. You knew that you were all over the place when it came to success. You basically had like three jobs, only one of them forced you from the comfort of your home to play server at a pretty nice resturant. The other was editing for an up and coming streamer who wanted to upload their longer videos to social media. The third was your baby, albeit a demon at this moment, writing. You loved to write. Anything and everything that came to mind seemed to flow so easily to prose.

It was easy, but recently you were beginning to edit and share your stories to real editors. This was no longer a hobby. This wasn't slutting out your oc's without reprecussion. This was essentially as real as romance fiction got. And, somehow, your limited view on sex and overall intimacy was tested with every page you wrote. Again, you were an amazing writer when it came to story. Drama, action, and banter was easy. In fact, that skill lead you to the current story you were writing then.

But, like all good things, the end was here. The turn. The moment when silly banter was becoming something serious. History told you that this where you- your character gets abandoned. You were tempted to go that route, but you'd promised yourself you get out of the writing cycle of a lover scorned, and actually write a happy ending. A healthy budding relationship. But how could you manage that, when you were presently holding on to a honeymoon phase, desperate to keep it alive.

The door to the ensuite bathroom cracked open. You were sitting in the middle of the bed, so you were able to catch your freshly clean Eijirou heading to the drawer for something comfy to wear.

"So, how's it coming?"

You replied with an annoyed sigh.

He cleared his throat and tried again," Has she vowed revenge for her broken heart, yet?"

"Kirishima, I swear to God," You spat, rubbing your temples at his accuracy. It would take just a couple paragraphs to make that happen though... No! Happy ending damn it! Happy. Bloody. Ending.

"Alright, alright. I kid, I kid," he relented, as he laid on his side next to you," Where's the writer's block happening?"

You leaned back on your hands, scowling at your words as you recounted your story to him, subconsciously building up to the real reason why you were upset with your stuttering progress.

"...and somehow these idiots are supposed to fall in love and I don't know how to fucking write all sappy and syrupy!"

"Why can't you tell your editor that's just not your style?"

"That's the thing," you whined," I'm not being pressured to write this for the publishing house, I'm just trying to prove to myself that I'm not just some one trick pony,"

He arched a small red eyebrow at your confession.

"Annnd?" he drawled.

You sighed through your nose, breaking eye contact in favor of staring at the sleeping screen in front of you.

"I'm envious of those intimate, romantic writers. They make love seem so real and honest. And I... how do I write about something I'm terrified of?"

Eijirou hummed at your words, internally swooning at your vulnerability. You were absolutely adorable right now, and you had no idea. The way you fidget when you become serious, as if you were actively montioring every thought in your beautiful brain before relaying them to him in exasperated whispers. He reached over to your occupied lap, regaining your attention in a snap.

"May I?" he prefaced. And at the sigh of your consent, he acted, quite gracefully removing the laptop and sitting up to face you head on. He large elbows rested on his thighs, allowing his shoulders to sag. His wide chest set the pace for your breathing, as you counted the myriad of seams in his tank top. You knew he was getting an eye full of you. He was no stranger to peeking when it was convenient. A convenience granted every time you graced him with your presence.

His inched his hands forward, linking from pinky up until he'd encased both your hands in his. The warmth forced a shiver through your body. Your gaze trailed up his shoulders, his collarbone, his scuplted neck, all the way up to his eyes. You swore you felt at twinge in you heart when you first saw it. Blood red irises as soft as the full moon and as familiar as apples gazed right back at you. They felt so comortable when they were looking at you. A priceless vacation, and all you had to accept was to dare to look back.

You couldn't tell when you ventured closer, all you remember is counting the freckles on his nose until you eyes eventually fluttered closed. He responded in kind, ghosting his lips over yours. Unbearable static teased the tiny space between. Your heart insisted on reminding you it was there in your chest, but you felt as if the real danger was a loss of his heat. Your fears quelled when Kirishima squeezed your hands as he dished out kisses. You two were getting so lost in the exchange you missed a notification on your laptop. Unfortunately the noise didn't go unheard.

You woke up to a pretty pair of pink lips and dazed red eyes.

"Why did you stop?" you whispered.

He smirked, tickling your lower lip with his thumb," Just giving you a chance to finish your chapter," he teased.

You leaned back on your hands, opening your gorgeous body to his darkening eyes.

"I'd rather have you, right now,"

That poor laptop didn't see it coming, as he slammed it closed and lunged to press you flat on the mattress. At least it won't break when it inevitably clatters to the floor tonight.

[foxtricksterwriting]

Writing Dump; Jesse 1

Pairing: Jesse x Dante x Nathan

Media: The Deal(Interactive Fiction)

Tags: @thedeal-if

Author's Notes; Been sitting on this for a minute, I think I'm finally ready to publish it

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The man sighs as he leans back in his chair. He'd been trying to sketch out a sculpture he planned to do for months. But it wasn't turning out the way he wanted it to. It always goes back to one of two people.

He scowls down at the page, at the face he hadn't meant to draw. "Gah, why is this happening?" He mutters, running a hand over his face. He stares down at the cocky smile he's drawn. "Damn it, Nathan...." Even when he's not physically here to cause issues, he still stirs up trouble. Jesse drops the charcoal pencil on the page and furrows his brows.

It makes him think, really think, about how he feels for the angel. Nathan, with his seemingly endless confidence; always up to something, yet keeping his plans close to his chest until the very last second; his playful, teasing ways; even his haughtiness, his arrogance, is intoxicating. Yet, they talk so easily. Jesse talks to Nathan the same way he talks to Josh; like they've known each other their entire lives.

Then there's Dante, his resident demon. Truthfully, both men have been occupying his every waking moment. Actually, scratch that, after last night he can't say every waking moment anymore. Following his impulses to a frankly stupid degree; somehow knowing when to provide a distraction or when to admit he doesn't know, at least when it comes to the people he cares for. His care for others goes deeper than Jesse had expected, but it's not a unpleasant revelation. He likes to think he's seeing another side to Dante, but the truth of that is dubious at best.

Jesse gasps suddenly, his eyes widening and he jolts into a upright position. Everything hits him all at once; he can finally recognize what he's feeling for them. But that brings some other issues. He flops back into the chair with a heavy groan. "Why? Why now, why me?" He growls. When he sits up, he looms over his sketchbook. Scooping up the pencil, he flips the page to a blank one. He starts sketching, planning a new little 'project.'

"I've heard love works in funny ways, but I never expected that to be true...." he mutters.

Minutes tick by as Jesse furiously sketches and scribbles away. He's been hunched over his desk, over his sketchbook, drawing out whatever his heart will allow. No, not allow, what his heart wants. His mind feels full, full of thoughts of the two men that've captured his attention so thoroughly while simultaneously feeling all too empty.

"Jesse?"

The man jumps, throwing his pencil up. His head snaps to the doorway, finding his best friend with a concerned expression. "Josh," Jesse almost groans. He tries to offer a smile, "Hey. You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.... When did you get here?"

"A couple minutes ago. I called, but you didn't answer. You didn't answer the door when I knocked, either. So I used the key you gave me," Josh holds up the spare key.

Jesse sighs with relief, "Okay. I thought I left the door unlocked or some shit. Sorry, I was..... busy."

"With that new project?" Josh offers, nodding towards the desk. "...Kinda. Plans changed," Jesse shuffles in his seat uncomfortably. He looks to the floor, finding his charcoal pencil in three pieces on the ground. He scoops them up and sets them next to his paper. "Sorry, man," Josh says but Jesse waves him off. "Don't worry about it. Not the first time I've broken a charcoal pencil," he stands up and walks towards the door.

"We had plans, right?" He asks while stretching. "Yeah, you ready to go?" Josh backs away from the doorway. "Yep!" Jesse nods while giving one last look at his desk.

The sketch on the paper is of a relief with Nathan and Dante on the left and right, looking out at their peers. Behind them is a mock up of heaven transitioning to hell. I'll have to ask them about the scenery. On all sides of it are little notes or things to take into account, including the sentences Main Subjects = High relief, background = low relief and Where do I get the room for this shit?

Jesse smiles and leaves, already looking forward to his next piece.

[redd956]

Things I do to help me focus on my writing, get into the atmosphere, and keep writing!

I often times see fellow writers lamenting over not being able to keep to writing, start a page, or fully become enveloped into their atmospheres

I don't have that problem very often, so I decided to watch my actions when going to write my personal pieces for school and mad self indulgence to see if I have anything that could be of use for my fellows. Here's some ideas to play around with~

Atmospheric Playlist

Atmospheric playlist on YouTube, or self made ones have become a lifesaver when it comes to getting engrossed into the atmospheres I'm writing about. No matter what it is, there's always a playlist or set of video game OST set on loop that can easily help one get engaged with the atmosphere they're writing.

This can go for characters too. Make character playlist, put them on in the background, and write. It's done wonders for me.

Apocalyptic wintery wasteland -> Winter Storm Ambience for 10 Hours

Meeting up in a café during a rainstorm -> Rainy café ambience with jazz playing from a jukebox

Creepy haunted spooky -> horror video game spooky ambience

(P.S. The real world can be just as inspiring)

Distracting Myself Properly

Let's admit it, sometimes we need to be distracted. Whether it be taking breaks, letting the mind wander and breath, or when you just can't help yourself. I find myself usually opening YouTube about three to four paragraphs in, and before I know it I'm now invested in a 4 hour long Minecraft stream despite not even going on to follow on whatever SMP I stumbled across then.

So one day while writing my wintery storm ambience ran out of time, and I was getting frustrated with how to write the threat of the cold, despite knowing it personally myself. So it was distraction time! Then I remembered an old video essay that thoroughly discussed the fear and dangers of the cold.

Instead I watched that, felt renewed with ideas on how to write the threat of the cold, and was able to go right back to writing after I finished it (really even started writing while it played in the background)

So that's what I mean-

Distract yourself properly, and watch things related to the topic and conversation that you happen to be writing about. Pick things that get your inspiration flowing, and the creativity sparking. No one when to stop though. Sometimes and often times real genuine breaks are needed.

Input to Output

In order to output, there needs to be an input. By that means in the fields of creativity, we need to consume content in order to create content.

I had to learn that the hard way. The brain becomes burnt out on creating, and can get burnt out so very quickly. It wants content that isn't made by it sometimes y'know?

So what to do? Consume. Watch a movie, a TV series. Read a new book. Play a new game. Scroll through that web comic you've been wanting to finish. Flip those pages to the manga you promised yourself you would finish.

Go get that input so that you can output

Follow that damned itch

You're sitting in the living room, mindlessly watching a TV show you don't even like, when suddenly it hits you. The itch! Oh the cursed itch to write, and to write a lot. You now suddenly want to write as much as possible. But maybe you should finish this episode that you don't even like-

Wrong! Follow that damned itch when the perfect chance arises. You're not trapped in class, or at work, or anything similar (although the itch doesn't wait for perfect timing always). It's struck you at an amazing time, go get it!

What are you waiting for!? The motivation has hit you! No one knows when it will again. I promise you some very amazing syntax could be waiting you right now as that itch radiates in your palms.

[and-the-universe-said-au]

I wasn't actually planning on posting anything until I had the prologue and the opening page for Chapter One done, but I'm actually so so hyped about making this?? This is just going to sit in the depths of the Legundo tag no doubt, I don't think much is gonna happen over here, but like. Have some planning ramblies, just a handful.

Obviously, beware spoilers ahead?

I LOVE worldbuilding, and I should very clearly be given base rules and set loose more often because I have ideas all of the time, so The Choir is a fun little bit of that, I suppose. I'm both happy, and a little sad, to note that the original level of involvement I was planning for is a lot lower now, so instead of a 6 or so on a scale of 1-10 it's closer to a 2 or 3? The Soloist is still plot relevant, but the plot is more "protag vs situation" than "protag vs antag" now, which should be fun!

On another note, this is going to be long as hell, just for pacing and everything. I'm looking at a rather ironic 100 chapters or so? Each chapter won't be incredibly long, some will be longer and some will be shorter, but because of the way I've built the world, there's going to be some fun downtime chapters which is where I'm hoping the whole "audience participation" part of this will come in the most

Technically this can actually run as a "normal" comic, but I'm still going to hope at least one person decides to add onto it every so often.

On yet another note, I'm going to have an outrageous amount of fun with The Other Characters, because I know i said it in the pinned post, but theres more than just Legundo's in here eventually. I love character dynamics. And angst. I feel like I need to mention this, I'm a sucker for Problem Causing and while I don't like being involved in drama, damn do I like hearing about it. Or writing it.

On yet another note, I'm going to drop what I reckon the first few chapters will be. I have done them in the order of How Excited I am to actually make them, because I'm ramping up my own excitement as I go.

PROLOGUE - THE CHOIR, ONE - THE HUNTER, TWO - THE CAPTAIN, THREE - THE MERCHANT

It's roughly the first half of what I reckon the first kind of 'arc' will be, mostly because four and five are the ones I'm kinda most excited to do.

On another note, a poll I put on my main, which has so far been unconnected to this blog, has had a bit of an interesting effect on the details, because I started planning for one thing because it seemed to be going one way, but it slid to the other last minute so we'll see exactly how that goes, and also how I'm gonna have to adapt based on what I find out when I do some digging. Research, in this context, just means Several hours worth of minecraft videos. Fun!

Though I'm forever going to be holding up a sign that just says "WARNING, POTENTIAL CHARACTER MANGLING, I WAS MEDIOCRE IN ENGLISH CLASS" so. Who knows!

[thespacedisco]

The Space Disco Discord (1/31/24)

As you can tell, yes its been a while. A lot has happened and a lot is going to happen. I'm going to start releasing Earth Day and Earth Night videos on February 10th and have content until June 1st. Accompanying that page is something called Planet Space (pretty much Space Disco but re-branded name) and Conscious Mantle. I'm really excited to start releasing because it feels like I've done a fair amount, but I guess it has yet to begin. I'm also grinding for my partnerships job as we have our biggest Miami music festival happening at the end of February and we're trying to make it as big as possible. That's the everyday grind and takes up the vast majority of my time. With those two, plus living a little - I've been occupied and haven't been able to really sit and write on this wall. Well now I'm here and it is around 11pm and I am sitting in bed, using my computer in bed which is something I told myself I wouldn't. I would rather have my book open, but just for this and just for you I'll keep typing and updating.

So let's focus on "Cafe Disco x Space Disco" as that's what this whole entire blog series is about. Hopefully it will continue and keep continuing and in 6 years I'll look at this exact post and think "damn, I'm looking at this exact post thinking damn I'm looking at this exact post thinking damn I'm looking at this exact post thinking damn I'm looking at this exact post thinking damn." And then I'd hope I'd chuckle understanding my genius wit as a 23 year old.

I right now have about a months worth of content done ready to post as well as a social media calendar to follow. Why? Because it's fun and I really like the Earth Day n Night lifestyle. In a sense I'm already over this whole entire project because I've put so much thought and effort into making this content that I'm already onto the next thing in my life. Is that a trend? I don't know, but I do know I'm about to pursue this and I have to get fully into it. Full fucking blast.

Ngl I'm getting tired so I might have to finish this tomorrow. But Earth Day Earth Night is posting -

Week one = Earth Day immersive interview promo content

Week two = Earth Day featured songs and books

Week three = Earth Night DJ Set Promo content

Week Four = Earth Night DJ Interview promo content

Conscious Mantle is posting -

Inspirational quotes switching off three days and two days a week (collab post with EDEN)

Introspection questions switching off two days and three days a week

Adventure/call to action videos every Saturday

Song in rotation every Wednesday

Planet Space is posting -

Space Station Instagram promo two days and three days a week

Space Slides every Thursday

Space Entertainment Collage visuals every Monday

Plus adding things to the story of Planet Space and Conscious Mantle.

Right now this is what I have to focus on, seeing if I can create a social media account that slaps. The next steps will happen, but for now this is the focus. Time to lock in and become the human.

Good night beautiful humans

[mybloodyfamousprophets]

see a show, go inside, fountains running hot tonight, stare at the water from the deck, wondering if im ready yet,

you’re in my castle on the hill, looking at the edge of the world, my face looks like the waterfall, take my mind for a whirl, i’ll show you to the cable car, we’ll have a good time and not go too far, fly over the water into the breeze and come into my house of memories

let’s take the train to Niagara, falls in love some time, i need a friend for my adventure, take you for a ride

this was my hideaway in my spring flower days, running down the halls, but I’m a little older now and the leaves are red as fall, fall like the old theatre and that shitty hotel, kicked out over a call, left to walk the streets and think about it all

this road is a vein on the back of my hand, i follow it home, or at least to a feeling of where i could belong, longing in front of those red winter lights, feeling the air on november nights, in the first place i was truly free, i had to lose myself just to know me, battles were fought on this ground, and im not the warrior you thought you found, losing battle in my own mind, keep it in while i stay outside, take another drag to calm the nerves, i got what i want and i got what i deserve,

so i walk up the hill past that old arcade, but i don’t play games anymore, life is strange and the butterfly effect punches me in the face, you saw me here on the day i was hiding, that text made my heart race, on the go karts to the go train, you can’t be leaving me yet,

i can pick a building on this street and tell you it’s story, or what’s left of it anyways, a city so lost and left without glory,

a crumbling remain stands left of my youth, one of the places where ill talk the truth, or lie on the grass, stare at the falls and have a good laugh, ca-mera shutter will click on tune, three, cheese, smile,

i apologize, i got lost in your eyes, you add another page to this journal, line by line, write the thoughts off my mind, that i sing to myself from time to time, shooting a star to wish you were mine, i know that i'm wasting my damn time, but damn mind, my heart's racing, the thought of you sends my body pacing, and your touch would send my mind ablazing, last line fifth word autocorrected your last name in, write my songs you're taunting me, haunt my spirit it's past halloween, wonderland haunt don't go with me, behemoth coaster made me scream, ex didn't care won't listen to me, he don't care he's not for me, cut him out so sharply, sing a dumb song do re mi, dont have the time to be angry, can't let you see the worst in me,

i'm sorry, i got a little worked up, i hope i wasn't too emotional, hope you won't let me go if i'm about to fall, hope you won't go leave me alone, falling water so loud calms the soul, look back to my life and the things i know,

you’re always so pretty, and you add another page to this journal entry, the lines on this page take the thoughts off my mind, but i sing them myself from time to time, wishful thinking for a star that you’re mine, and i know that I’m wasting my damn time but damn mind, hearts racing, your thought sends my body pacing, and your touch would send my mind blazing, my phone changed that word to your last name, even when i write you’re taunting me, haunt my spirit but it’s not halloween, wonderland haunt don’t go with me, behemoth would make me scream, i told him don’t take me, ignored me, saw that text on his phone he didn’t really care about me, told him he’s not for me, out of my life do re mi, leave me to sing a song so angry, how did we get angry, we were having fun…

so i sit on the bench looking over the water, falling like the passing time, falling like me in my own mind, in love, in despair, but i hold no hate in my heart, there’s just some people i’ll never want to talk to again

this old desolate tourist trap of a city has a piece of my heart, a piece of my heart was in that torn down hotel, even if they kicked me out, a piece of my heart is in the water, i dropped it off the Lady, i dropped it to take a photo of you, but it was overexposed, you were just a flash of light

[minnieves]

bj daniel part two and three

new to the bj series? see here for the guide.

warnings: voyeurism, filming, masturbation, degradation, and whining.

summary: the person being watched is also watching another. you're only doing your job. you've done this to others. there's something about daniel that makes you question your own professionalism.

you sat down on your chair behind his desk. daniel has a different filming room in his apartment. being the top streamer on the bj app makes a lot of money. even small streamers with less than 500 subs earn more than minimum wage. what more this man?

"here," he offered. handing you a bottled water before changing his attire. you opened your tablet to check on his account. finishing setting his live up.

bj daniel's live countdown...

"this would be a quick session," you remind him. setting up a 30-minute timer for him. he told you that he needed to fix his mother's birthday surprise. picking some lube and toys that he might want to use. "are you going to use a flesh light?"

"no, not today," he told you. shouting from behind his changing area. you took some vibe to place it behind his desk. grabbing some towels for later. "i'll talk for 10 minutes, then do a 20 minute session."

"sure, i'll remind you on it," you told him. sitting back down as he appear in your line of vision. pretrnding to busy yourself on your device. checking emails and preparing his live. you can feel his gaze on you, but you don't want to show any response. "it's 5 minutes before your live."

"i'm always thankful for you," he said in a sweet voice. clicking away in his computer. probably browsing on his page. reading comments like he usually does. "my darling y/n."

"have you planned about your birthday special?" you asked him. ignoring his endearment so that it won't get into you. you can't afford to loose this job. if that means acting naive, you'll do it. "i'll gather a list regarding the requests that you received, and what your viewers want."

"actually, i've been thinking of doing a collab," he said. making you stop from scrolling. head raising to look at him. he was already staring at you. like he was reading your expression before smiling. you tilt your head to appeal 'confused'. "they're quite famous too."

"oh? who do you have in mind?" you asked. words slow from one another. like you're threading them to not seem so shocked. your mind going through every bj he might've interacted with. is it ben? terry? kamal? steve? woo? "i'll personally talk to them."

"thanks. do you know bj moa?" he asked. making you lick your lips. thankful for the mask that your wearing that he wouldn't be able to see how you bit your lip out of nervousness. "couldn't find anything on them. not responding to me either."

"you're going live in 29 seconds," you said after checking your screen. giving him enough time to put his mask on. fingers combing his hair like he's nervous. sitting up from his seat as he does. "and you're live."

bj daniel is live...

you glanced at the whiteboard beside you as daniel greets his viewers. pretending to scan his comment section while your chest is hammering. you wanted to check bj moa's page, but doesn't want to get caught by him.

you watch him flirt with his viewers. he's not talking to you, but you feel like he is. you feel delusional while sitting here despite being professional. he's a smooth talker. having a way with his words.

"what am i thinking about?" he reads. tilting his head to the side. he's wearing a mask but you know damn well that this guy is smirking under that mask. "i'm thinking of you. always."

you roll your eyes at his comment. his eyes looking st your direction when you did before looking back. he's always watching you. he placed your chair there so that he can watch you. your expression, body language, chair shifting, writing, everything. he makes you his gauge for how well he does.

"i look pretty? of course, my darling is watching. can't have you looking at other bjs now, can't i?" he said. subtly looking at you while he 'smiles'. seeing that you're gesturing him that his 10 minutes is up. "you know what's prettier?" he asked, glancing elsewhere.

you watch him through the screen. he could also see himself, but he can't read the comments when he's that far. thus relaying on you when he gets too deep. he moved his chair slightly towards the side, so that his ear bud won't be seen by the viewers.

you watched as he strip down through the screen. removing everything else but his tank top. you stoop up to move the camera towards him. it's not seen in the stream. hovering it over his head so that it won't catch you whispering commands as necessary.

"say hi 'daniel'," he said. holding his cock in one hand as he slowly moves his cock up and down. slow movements as he reads the comments — hearing them from you. "let's lube it a little."

he squirt some lube on his cock. spreading it around it. making squelching sound as he does. eyes looking at the screen to see himself. eyes darting at you who's watching your screen with your legs crossed.

"looks quite red doesn't it?" he said. his hand curling around his tip. playing on it as he applies more pressure on it. his other hand moving his hair out of the way. "your lips would look good around this."

you licked your lips from his comment. you can't move too much since he gets easily distracted. you don't want him to know how his words make you squirm.

"move your hips," you told him. making his hips slowly thrust on his hand. his head thrown aback as he slowly fucks his hand. his precum leaking on his tip from his movement. "show your hard cock to the camera."

"look how hard i am," he said. he sounded like he was pouting from under his mouth. the tips he's receiving is pouring more. relaying to him about this. "fuck, you're so pathetic. enjoying someone showing you how hard you made them? how sick."

you look at him. watching as he made his cock twitch despite being untouched. you want to touch it. want to be the one to pump it in front of everyone. you think about how bj moa would've done to him.

"that's it. only have those beautiful eyes on me," he said to the camera. you look away as he said those. making it feels like he was saying it directly to you. "don't get shy now. enjoy how i look. i know how desperate you are for me."

"someone tipped big to play with your balls," you told him. watching him tiredly pump his cock as he massage his balls. stretching the skin, know how hard and big they would be later.

"how about you play with them yourself instead of commanding me to?" he said. hand grasping from the balls to the base of his cock. stretching the skin as he shows his balls to the camera. you wonder what type of laser treatments he gets to be this hairless. "all talk, no work? aww, how pathetic."

"stop with the balls and play with your cock more," you told him as you scroll through the comments. he always gets comments about wanting to put his balls in their mouth. yourself included. "daniel, you have 10 more minutes."

"i've always liked how you say my name," he moaned. his hand gripping his cock as he moves. hips rolling in slow motions as he pumps his hand. one hand focusing on the tip as the other on his base. "makes me wonder how my personal whore would sound when moaning my name."

you held your breath as you listen to him. doing your best to not look up to him. making sure not to do anything reckless. he would notice. it feels like he has eyes everywhere, and would use that as an excuse to scold you later.

moans fill the room. they sound natural. like he wasn't forcing himself. they don't sound like cheap porn. more like an asmr type of moan. it sounds so clear and so nice. it also makes you wonder how his voice would sound like if he were to moan your name.

"show your cock before jacking off," you told him. there weren't much comments about it. but you want to see his red cock. always liking how cute his tip looks like. knowing how sensitive they are.

"so fucking needy," he said. his voice sounding like a growl as he shows his cock. looking at the fast comments as he does. he wrapped his hand around it once more. jacking off faster to ease himself. "want to see your holes dripping in cum. your body covered in my cum. you'd like that right? you nasty slut."

you gulp from his statement. eyes scanning the comments to keep yourself at bay. oh what you'd give to be able to touch yourself right now. eyes trained to his cock through the screen. watching how they twitch from his hand. your tongue occasionally licking your lips.

"you like that? being called a slut? a whore?" he said. his smirk audible. his mocking voice sounding airy since he's near his high. your screen viewing that he only have 5 minutes left. "how pathetic can you be? you're starting to look like my personal fuck toy."

you fix your seating on the chair. fingers racking at your hair as you continue to click the button to report some comments that is irrelevant to the live. like people selling their nudes, or people asking for money from other viewers.

"daniel," you called him. making him moan. this one is deeper. like they came from under his chest as his cock visibly twitching. you look at him. his eyes meeting yours. they were dark, almost predetorial like. "4 minutes left."

"fuck, say my name," he commanded louder. making you always say his name in defeat. your heart hammering in your chest as you watch him move his fist on his cock. "say it, say it, say it."

you look away. watching him close his eyes as he cums. his cum seeping down his fist as he moans. you damp a towel, placing it near him. opening a bottle of water. you walked away as he does his outro. grabbing an ice cream.

you check your tablet to make sure his live has ended. seeing as it did. you closed the cover on the camera as you move to the front. handing him his towel and water. you have his snack on the side. ice creams are his wont after every live.

"thanks y/n," he said softly. eating the ice cream as he watch you save his live. you'd do the captions later on. you look at him. with a nod before you went inside his bathroom. preparing his bath for him. "my y/n-ie is so caring towards me."

"shut up. this is literally my job," you remind him. pulling him up so that he could sit on the tub that you prepared. "go relax. call me if you need anything."

"you're the best!" he told you. giving you a weak smile as you exit. closing the door behind you. picking his discarded cloths to throw it in his hamper. preparing his towels for after his bath.

you fix his works space. wiping down his seat and sanitizing everything. you look at his computer to check what percentage the saving live is. you checked your phone to see updates and messages from your boss and his.

"don't forget the thing about bj moa!" he shouted from inside the bathroom. you sighed as you pack your things. putting your phone inside. opening the water he gave you earlier to drink from him. thinking about how you'd book bj moa. how can you book yourself when you're also the one monitoring his lives?

[glowingbadger]

No one asked for this and no one will read this damn thing because I am a sad bitch who loves her rare favs lmao. I got the idea of a Lorenz x Ignatz x Reader threesome into my brain because they're such good friends and respect each other so much and I love their dynamic and I couldn't get it out of my head. That said. Writing threesomes fucking sucks lmao I will endeavor to do so as infrequently as possible, I think.

This also got, like. Stupid long. But y'know what, I had fun with it, and I'm happier knowing that a fic for Reader-chan to get dicked down by two of my most underrated favs exists now.

Though once again this is one of those ones I've worked on for so long that I don't know if it's good anymore lmao so cue me in like three weeks going back to fix some phrasing and pacing

cw: threesome, sorta voyeur/exhibition kink, very light degradation towards the end there, the boys flirt with each other but are mostly focused on Reader-chan

** "wife," is used here, but no pronouns

Lorenz & Ignatz (FE3H) x AFAB Reader

A little threesome between friends

NSFW 18+

An artist's eyes rest differently on the skin than a poet's. Your husband's gaze is worshipful, spilling with open affection. Lorenz wears his feelings in a way perhaps unbecoming of a politician. But now it's Ignatz whose line of sight follows you from behind his glasses, and his eyes- a pretty shade of chestnut brown which you've grown only more fond of -they hold on you with an obsessive kind of focus. He scans and memorizes you, his usual polite deference set aside as he studies.

Today, you're only sitting for a few preliminary sketches. You're seated across from him, close enough to touch, close so that he can observe the smallest details of your features, and yet Ignatz exhibits none of the shrinking timidity one might expect of a man like him alone with his Lord's wife. There's nothing timid about the way he's looking at you now.

You're as still as you can manage, hoping not to disrupt the artistic process. Your hands fuss mindlessly on your lap with the fabric of the casual day-gown you wear, commissioned specifically for you by your husband like most of your wardrobe. Modeling offers little to occupy your thoughts, so in your own way, you study Ignatz in turn. His hand moves with commanding certainty across the page, directing lines into formation like soldiers. His expression is unusually stern, lending him a more masculine air than he may typically evoke. Perhaps this is what inspires you to note the slight but firm musculature of his shoulders and chest, indicative of the archery training he's maintained as part of his knightly obligations. You wonder idly what his body looks like beneath that crisply tailored shirt and vest. You wonder whether a painter's hands would be as skillful on your skin as they are on canvas.

Sunlight streams in through elongated bay windows around the Gloucester manor's master bedroom, suddenly reflecting sharply off of Ignatz's glasses. For a moment, the glare nearly blinds you, and you stifle an awkward laugh and blink your eyes back into focus. When you do, you see that you've shaken him from his trance-like state. His eyes meet yours over the page, but he quickly glances back down as though only now noticing how close you are. Before he can bury himself once more in his work, you speak up,

"Ignatz, I actually had one more request for the final painting, if that's alright with you."

"Yes- of course," he quickly replies, his posture straightening as he looks back up at you.

"Since it's a gift for Lorenz, I was actually hoping it would be a nude piece," you speak without a hint of embarrassment, but it doesn't calm Ignatz's nerves quite the way you'd hoped. His face flushes red, graphite scratching harsh across the page in his hands.

"Is- is that so?" he seems unable to produce any more substantial reply. You stand, smoothing out the front of your skirt as you say,

"Is that a problem? You've done that sort of thing before, right?"

"Well, yes- but- I mean," Ignatz stumbles over his words, "never with so-someone I, er, someone so..."

You smile warmly at him and approach where he sits, his sketch pad held almost protectively to his chest.

"You know that you can refuse if you're not comfortable with anything at all that I ask of you," you say softly, "Lorenz feels the same. You may be a knight, but you're our friend first."

Those warm brown eyes meet you with absolute sincerity, and he takes the hand you offer him.

"I... can hardly imagine anything either of you could request of me that I wouldn't happily offer, to the best of my ability."

The unexpectedly serious tenor of his voice causes your face to warm, and your smile broadens despite yourself.

"Well, in that case," you say, urging him up to his feet, then releasing his hand and turning to face away from him, "would you help me get undressed? Those laces can be hard to reach on my own."

You can't see his expression now, but you almost laugh just imagining it- the moment of restless silence tells you he must be adorably flustered. At last, you hear a mumbled, "of course," and you feel him standing just behind you- feel his breath tickling the back of your neck. His hands are unsteady at first, but he's warm so near to you like this, and you almost want to lean back against him. He fumbles with the laces, clumsy fingers brushing your skin, only further straining his nerves.

"There's a clasp at the top," you offer.

"Huh? Oh- yes, I- I see."

The fabric slackens around you, drooping down and exposing your bare back to him, and yet he remains so close that you hardly notice the cooler air on your skin. You wonder how the sight presents itself to an artist's sensibilities. The way he quietly lingers, transfixed until you turn to face him, speaks volumes.

"Yes- well, I- I should..." he lets his words drift, his face now a bright crimson as he turns back to his seat and his materials. You continue undressing, conscious of how his eyes avoid you. Ignatz fusses with his supplies, his paper, straightens his clothes, cleans his glasses- anything to keep his gaze from landing on your exposed form. That is, until you recline on the chair before him, and ask,

"How do you want me?"

"Pa- Pardon?" he fumbles his glasses back into place. You give a slanted smile.

"How would you like me to pose for you, Ignatz?"

"Oh," he exhales, swallows, then says, "However is comfortable for you, for now. These are just preliminary studies, so I only need to be able to... observe you." The last words are choked out seemingly with great effort, but you simply nod and recline comfortably in the luxuriously upholstered armchair across from him.

Ignatz is far too fun to tease, especially when he makes his interest so abundantly apparent. Still, you resolve to behave yourself so he can work, at least for now. Time passes in a more comfortable silence; he's regained some semblance of focus, his gaze steady and studious once again. Rather, it would appear that way, if not for the lingering pink tinge of his complexion, or the anxious way he shifts in his seat from time to time. But you leave him be and sit patiently for long minutes which build on to an hour until the sun hangs lower and shadows stretch longer across the elegant master bedroom.

"Y/N, could you try moving your arm to rest a little further down? And... hm," Ignatz brow lowers, "If you tilt your head up, and... a little to your right, perhaps?"

"Like this?" you do your best to follow his instructions, though in the fugue of his creative vision, they're less than precise. His frown deepens.

"Not quite- a bit more towards-"

"Come show me," you suggest. Ignatz pauses, opening his mouth to speak, then closing it without a word. He gets to his feet and approaches.

You both put a valiant effort into ignoring your exposed state as he guides you, gesturing you closer to how he wants you positioned. Eventually, his hand nears, and he stammers out,

"If- If you don't mind."

"Of course," you smile, "I'm all yours."

His hand is unusually warm on yours as he moves it into place to his satisfaction. He's so intimately close, and the air between you is laden with near-tangible tension as his touch trails up your arm to angle it how he likes. Ignatz smells of the oil medium for his paints, you notice. It's a scent you never would have thought of as romantic, but now there's an undeniable charm about it.

"Then- your face, if you could just..." a tentative hand nears your cheek, and when you show no hesitation, his touch guides you to look up and to the right, just as he's said. Just so that your eyes naturally meet. Just so that mere inches remain between you.

Ignatz inhales sharply as you shift forward and press your lips to his. His are wonderfully soft, and you're surprised when he doesn't pull away. If anything, he seems frozen in place, enraptured by your kiss until your tongue briefly grazes his bottom lip. At this, for a moment, a split instant, he leans into you, and you feel the warmth of his own tongue meeting yours. Then, he lurches back.

"I- I'm so sorry!" he stammers out. He moves to step away from you, but you catch his trembling hand, quickly rising to your feet to face him.

"Ignatz, hold on-"

"Dear Goddess, what have I done," Ignatz gingerly touches his fingertips to his lips, "It's- it's unforgivable! And if-" color rapidly drains from his face, "if Lorenz were to find out-!"

"Ignatz," you speak firmly, cutting through his frantic spiral, one hand squeezing his and the other gently at his cheek, "It's fine. Lorenz already knows."

"I... what?" his befuddled expression would be adorable if you weren't so concerned with calming him. You smile warmly and step closer to him, hardly even thinking of your state of undress. Yet just as you begin to speak, the latch of the bedroom door clicks as it opens.

Ignatz stands rooted to the floor, far too close to his Lord's naked wife, and said Lord pauses to observe the scene.

"Ah, splendid," Lorenz says at last, shrugging off his tailcoat, "I see you two have already discussed things in full."

"Well, not quite 'in full'," you mutter as your husband approaches the two of you. Unflinching and utterly unperturbed, he leans down to place a gentle, loving kiss to your lips, which you happily return while Ignatz watches, flabbergasted.

"I, er..." he seems to want to speak, but words escape him. Lorenz, meanwhile, absently undoes the front of his cravat while glancing over at where sketches of your naked form sprawl across a small stack of long-forgotten pages.

"Why, Ignatz, your work is striking as ever," he says with a smile before returning to your side and caressing your cheek fondly. Lavender eyes openly appreciate the sight of you before him, traveling down, then back up your frame, "you have very nearly captured a fraction of my Y/N's boundless radiance- a feat the likes of which I only expect from an artist of your caliber."

"Lorenz- Y/N-" Ignatz's eyes dart towards his old friend, then to you, then back to Lorenz on being met with your nude figure before him, "what exactly is happening here?!" he finally manages, rushing the words out before they abandon him.

Your husband looks to you to speak first, unusually deferential. You recall how insistent he'd been that this be an offer to a dear friend, never an order from a ruling Lord. With a somewhat apologetic smile, you take Ignatz's trembling hand and gently say,

"Well, put simply, Lorenz and I... had hoped that you would join us tonight," seeing the disbelief in his expression, you clarify, "In our bed. The three of us."

"The... the three of us..." Ignatz repeats, breathless as his face burns crimson, "You- you can't mean that- I mean, you both-? This... this is a joke of some kind, surely!"

Lorenz scoffs at this.

"Come now, have you ever known me as the sort of man to jest about such things? We both desire you quite earnestly, Ignatz. Aside from which," he steps towards his friend and brings an elegant hand to caress his cheek, eyes half-lidded but unwaveringly focused. His voice lowers and he leans down toward his blushing knight before him, "there is no other man to whom I could possibly entrust Y/N's pleasure."

Then, their lips meet, and Ignatz practically crumbles before you as you watch. His knees tremble, his breath stills. If your kiss had captivated him, Lorenz's overwhelms him- understandable, as you know your husband's lips and tongue to be exceptionally skillful. You lean at Ignatz's side, running a hand up his chest and smiling when you feel the way his heart pounds at the combined affections of you and your lover. Once their kiss gradually parts, you murmur near his ear,

"Do you want this, Ignatz? We don't have to continue if-"

"Yes," he says, breathless but certain. He looks to you each in turn, "I want this."

Without missing a beat, Lorenz turns from the two of you to continue undressing, speaking over his shoulder with business-like confidence,

"Well, if that's all settled then- darling, would you help make our guest more comfortable?"

"My pleasure," you say with a smile, guiding Ignatz to the bed by a hand.

You move to recline across the sheets, and he stalls behind you, scrambling to kick off his shoes and starting to unbutton the front of his clothes before you pull him down with you. His noise of surprise is lost between your lips as you draw him close to kiss him deeply. He lacks the confidence and finesse that Lorenz so effortlessly embodies, but as his lust builds and his body warms, he becomes bolder, bit by bit. Slowly and tentatively, his hand eases around your waist, holding you against him as firmly as he dares. His tongue meets yours with eager curiosity. His cock twitches against your inner thigh, and you offer an encouraging moan in reply.

Amidst sensual kisses that only deepen as you explore one another, you manage to open the front of his vest and shirt, then run your hands up his bared torso. Regular combat practice has kept his body firm and toned- not bulky by any means, but with an attractive hint of musculature. Your nails dig just the slightest bit against his skin as they rake up his chest and along his neck. Ignatz shudders, breaking from your lips to gasp out a harried, "Goddess-", and in the moment, you're not certain whether he means to address Sothis or you. Brushing your nose playfully to his, you say,

"You're pretty sensitive."

"I just-" Ignatz breathes in deeply, "I... never dared to think that anything like this could really happen."

Before you can respond, you feel the mattress shift as Lorenz settles beside you, prompting Ignatz to lay on your opposite side. It's warm and comfortable between the two- surprisingly natural, as though these three bodies had always been intended for each other. You smile at your husband, appreciative as ever of his graceful and rigorously maintained figure, how his hair trickles down his shoulder, the familiar way his taller frame fits against you. Joining him in a brief but heated kiss, you then turn to guide your other lover to your lips once more. Lorenz nuzzles into the crook of your neck, wrapping an arm around your waist as his lips graze sensitive skin. You moan softly into Ignatz's mouth as you feel kisses trail up your throat, occasional love-bites sending sparks through your nerves.

"Mmh, Lorenz..." you sigh happily in a rare moment when your lips aren't occupied by Ignatz's.

"Dearest," he replies, his breath tickling just below your ear, "I'm afraid our dear knight still seems rather tentative."

You look to Ignatz, his face tinged pink at the comment. Gently, you take his hand and guide it towards your body.

"Touch me, Ignatz. Please?"

He merely gives a stiff nod, yet it seems that this at last has broken through his hesitations. Both lovers' hands wander your body now, and before long you're mewing and sighing as you tremble with pleasure between them. You trade kisses with both, Lorenz's expert sensuality and Ignatz's eager longing, each sending their own kind of erotic thrill coursing through your veins. Their caress travels your curves, cupping your breasts, fingertips brushing your stiffened nipples, warm kisses and impassioned bites marking your neck and shoulders, neither man willing to let you rest long enough to offer to reciprocate their generous treatment. Instead, you finally manage,

"More-!" whispered into the miniscule space between Ignatz's lips and yours. Lorenz gives a low chuckle, and you feel his hand at your inner thigh urging your legs apart.

"Come now, Ignatz, I won't have you leaving my love wanting."

"Ye- Yessir," he awkwardly bumbles out his reply, and you stiffle a laugh. Ignatz never calls Lorenz "sir," by the latter's own insistence; yet now, you feel your husband's cock twitch, rubbing mindlessly against your body, and you think that perhaps there may be a time and place for such titles, even between intimate friends. It's a matter to investigate some other night, however- the artist's deft fingers glide between your thighs and gently, reverently, trace the curve of your lower lips. Your heart leaps with anticipation. In a strange way, Ignatz's hesitation makes him a terrible tease.

Then, you take in a sharp gasp, your body arching towards Ignatz on instinct, as those dexterous fingers find your clit instantly, stroking across it at a slow and tentative pace. You whisper his name, tangling your fingers through fair green hair as you meet his eyes directly. He responds exactly as you'd hoped. His touch comes a little firmer, fingers rubbing and pulsing around your stiff and slickened clit until they're coated in your arousal- and the wet texture only heightens the new and exquisite sensation of his touch.

"Is our knight pleasing you, my love?" Lorenz whispers huskily against your ear, "it seems to me that the skill of his hands extends well past the realm of the arts."

You give a blissful little whimper, spreading your legs wider for Ignatz as his fingers work between your now-soaked folds.

"He feels incredible..." you sigh out. Perhaps bolstered by your praise, Ignatz begins to roll his middle finger in tight, intensely pleasurable circles around your clit, the ever-changing pressure and stimulation sending shocks through your core. Yet even as you and Lorenz each openly admire his skillful touch, he can hardly seem to get a word past his lips. Instead, he's fixated on your expressions, bearing witness to your pleasure with obsessive fascination.

Just as your thighs begin to tremble, you feel his fingertips at your entrance, pressing into you just the slightest bit. You feel just a bit of that friction- the stretch and the pressure that you need, yet he falters, pausing for a moment until your grip tightens in his hair and you whisper urgently,

"Please-"

Ignatz lets slip the shadow of a groan as two digits push into your tight, drooling cunt. You know he can feel you clenching around him, feel how badly you need his expert hands. If your body weren't telling enough, your eyes openly plead with him, your lips parted as you pant and moan between the two men.

"Ignatz, you're a man who appreciates true beauty when he sees it," Lorenz says, his tone light and conversational.

"Of- of course..." Ignatz replies, never once tearing his eyes from your face. His fingers continue to seek out your every tender spot, pulsing and massaging within you. Then, the warmth of Lorenz's lips at your throat once again only heightens the overwhelming stimulation; he presses deep, erotic kisses down your neck to your chest, holding you steady around the waist all the while. On reaching the swell of your breast, you feel the fleeting graze of his teeth before he just barely parts from your skin and murmurs,

"I think you will find that there is no more stunning vision than my darling wife at the peak of pleasure..."

At this, Lorenz's lips surround your nipple, his tongue lovingly toying with it, warm and firm and steady. Practically in tandem, Ignatz's thumb finds your throbbing clit while his fingers remain thrusting inside of you. Your head tilts back on your pillow, your entire frame shifting and quivering between your lovers as they tend to your over-sensitive nerves. It's unbearable, unspeakable pleasure- far beyond what you could ever experience with one man alone. Far more deliciously scandalous than any would expect from the ever-proper Lord Gloucester and his timid artist-knight. They urge you higher and higher, the tension in your belly building until, with a shaky gasp and a breathless cry to the divine, you reach an aching, thrilling climax. Warmth rushes through your body, and you feel your muscles tense, then relax, leaving you limp between the two as they gently kiss your shoulders, your neck, anywhere they can reach to show their adoration.

You're still catching your breath when you feel Ignatz's hand brushing across your cheek, and groggily meet those shining brown eyes.

"Goddess, Lorenz," he says softly, his gaze fixed on your pink-tinged face, "You were absolutely right..."

You smile in turn, but something lingers at the back of your thoughts. Gently brushing his bangs back into place, you say,

"Ignatz, is there anything you'd especially like to do while we're all together? What's something that you want?"

"That I want..?" he chokes out, and Lorenz speaks up from where he's been contently nestled to your other side.

"Yes, in fact, I insist," as he speaks, his hands still idly wander your curves, his breath tickling the crook of your neck, "This is all but a tiresome errand if you do not find every bit as much gratification in it as we do."

Ignatz pauses, his complexion dusted pink when he finally says,

"Then, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to- to watch you two first."

The idea seems to come so readily to him, as though this were a notion that had occupied his thoughts before. Your grin widens, and you trace a fingertip along his bottom lip.

"You want to watch how Lorenz fucks me, Ignatz?"

"Such crude language, darling," your husband gently reprimands, though you feel his lips hot at the corner of your jaw, and the pressure of his hardened cock throbbing against your thigh. He's done admirably to restrain himself, but you can sense how the idea thrills him. That he would have a captive audience to how he satisfies his wife, that he could proudly show you off to a man whose tastes he holds in such high esteem; you know the very thought appeals to Lorenz far more than he'd care to admit. You turn to him, fingers combing into his hair as those familiar lavender eyes adore you.

"Well, I certainly have no complaints- on one condition," you glance back at Ignatz over your shoulder, "Would you finish undressing for us?"

At first, he only nods without a word, then he pauses to watch in awe-struck silence as Lorenz pulls you to his body and kisses you without reservation. Your hands rest on his firm chest, and you moan happily into his lips. His tongue deftly teases yours, allowing plenty of opportunity for his friend to watch his expert movements. When at last he remembers his task, Ignatz wobbles up onto his feet to remove the remainder of his clothes- the dress shirt wrinkled and partly unbuttoned, his breeches strained by his achingly hard erection. Meanwhile, Lorenz wastes little time.

Ordinarily a man who prefers to bask in the slow and luxurious process of romantic love-making, the thrill and taboo of tonight's circumstances have provoked him beyond his usual noble restraint. Tonight, Lorenz's body is warm against yours, his hands greedy and lustful, groping the curve of your hip and the swell of your thighs. His kisses down your chest make your pulse pound, your legs squeezing in around his hips. By the time Ignatz kneels beside you on the bed, Lorenz has positioned himself above you, a hand lovingly trailing up the softness of your inner thigh. The head of his cock presses between your folds, coating him in your wetness, yet not entering you just yet despite your eager whimpers. You feel it tease you, the tip rubbing against your stiff and over-sensitive clit, and you look up at your lover with eyes that wordlessly plead for more. He glances at the knight at your side, as though to ensure he's watching closely. The two lock eyes for a moment- then, the bulging head of Lorenz's cock pushes at your tight entrance.

"Ohh..!" your body tenses, your fists clench the sheets behind you. Lorenz's hips urge forward, his member steadily driving into you. Immediately, you note how incredibly hard he is, how his length feels thicker than usual as it stretches your pussy walls to accommodate him. In the corner of your eye, you see that Ignatz has begun to stroke himself, his ever-tentative hand slowly pumping his shaft while his eyes remain locked on you. A blissful smile graces your lips, and you breathe in deeply.

"Mmh, Lorenz, you feel so big tonight..." your eyes flutter open to see his face flushed, his expression blazing with blatant lust, "Does showing me off like this really turn you on that much..?"

"Dearest..." he whispers it like a plea, yet he offers no objection. Lorenz leans over you, supporting himself with a hand on the bed beside you while the other caresses up your thigh. Once he has leverage behind your knee, he holds you carefully in position with your legs spread wide for him. When he hilts himself in you at this angle, you feel his tip so deep it causes a strange tinge of sensitivity in your belly. With a happy sigh, you relax onto the sheets, sure to make your pleasure evident for your voyeur while Lorenz's hips begin to roll and sway against you. He knows your body so well, the long-memorized rhythm drawing you both into a perfect harmony that has tension building rapidly at your core. Your pussy squeezes and massages him, clinging to his manhood as it plunges into you again and again, but never so fast as to numb you to the sensation. Lorenz wants you to feel him- wants Ignatz to see how well you take him.

You turn your gaze to Ignatz as he watches, his brown eyes fogged with lust, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breath. Soft, pink-kissed lips hang parted. His hand runs the length of his cock at a steady, insistent pace. Now and then, you catch his hips bucking into his strokes, though he fights to keep himself in check. You imagine how he sees you, flush-faced and whimpering happily as your husband claims you here in front of him. You imagine him committing details to memory- the way your breasts bounce in response to Lorenz's every impassioned thrust, the way your fingers curl around the sheets. Ignatz has always been the devout sort, after all, and you've never felt so worshipped.

"Ignatz," you moan out to him even as your thighs squeeze in around your husband's swaying hips, "Co- Come closer- please?"

When he obeys, you lean towards him, and press a lingering kiss to the tip of his cock. Ignatz groans, his brow deeply furrowed, his hand stalled at the base of his member. With your lips parted so both men can watch, you trace the tip of your tongue around his crown, then flick it across where he's begun to leak precum. When at last you take him fully into your mouth, Lorenz throbs deep inside of you, his pace stuttering for a moment, his breath coming heavier. You had always suspected the noble Count Gloucester's tastes were lewder than he'd let on. Feeling him fucking deeper and harder into you at the sight of you sucking off his friend happens to be a delightful confirmation.

Ignatz groans your name, his voice rumbling deep in his chest in a way you've never heard before- a way that fills you with hot, urgent arousal. A hand delicately brushes your hair back, caressing your cheek as he watches you service him. Your hand replaces his at the root of his cock, stroking him at the base while your lips cradle the head. He's a good size- similar to your husband, but with a more pronounced ridge at the tip and several conspicuous winding veins decorating the shaft. And, you're quickly discovering, he's sensitive. Every twist and pulse of your tongue earns you some wonderful moan or sigh, a tremor through his body, a flex of his fingers in your hair. Paired with the way Lorenz bucks into you, burying himself in you over and over, you're rapidly nearing your climax once more.

"Ohh, darling... my love, you- you are far too tempting," he gasps out between groans of pleasure, "no mere mortal could... could hope to endure such divine bliss..."

You take Ignatz deep into your mouth, letting the head push into your throat before very slowly pulling back. Still pumping your hand along his member, you smile hazily at Lorenz. He always gets poetic when he's on the verge of losing himself.

"Cum for me, love," you say gently, "Ignatz, you... you want to watch Lorenz fill me with his cum, don't you?"

"Yes," Ignatz gasps out with the strain of desperation, "Please, I- I have to see..!" his voice falters- he seems to be putting every spare bit of focus he can muster into restraining himself.

Lorenz's hand at your knee tightens, pushing your leg back as he leans further over you. With a final deep, longing moan and a forceful thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you until your bodies meet flush against one another. Then, with his fair complexion dyed pink and silky hair spilling romantically over his shoulder, he utters your name once more as his climax overtakes him, pushing you to your own. The way he swells and twitches in you with his release is intoxicating, and the heat of your own orgasm ripples through you- though you're sure to never stop stroking Ignatz's cock as he breathlessly watches.

At last, in a panting, whimpering trio, your bodies each relax in turn. Lorenz slowly pulls his manhood from your warmth, leaving you both soaked in the mixture of your release. Ignatz, meanwhile, has calmed his breathing, if not his pulse. When your eyes return to focus, you see his cock harder than ever and drooling with precum. His abdomen is tight with his labored restraint, and you smile up at him.

"Ready for your turn?" you say playfully.

"Are... are you really sure you both-"

"Yes." you and Lorenz speak at once, and you give a short laugh as you watch your husband still collecting himself above you. While he remains kneeling on the bed, you work on summoning the strength to your limbs to get yourself upright.

"Will you lie down for me, Ignatz?"

He's silent for a moment, then manages,

"Yes of course, I mean, if that's... what you want."

You straddle his hips the moment he's on his back beneath you, ignoring the subtle tremor of your yet-unsteady legs. You run your hands up his firm torso and bite your lip at the feeling of lithe muscle tensing at your touch. Meeting his eyes, you hope your own can communicate the certainty and confidence he needs from you tonight.

"This is exactly what I want."

He swallows hard. Those gentle hands run up the curve of your thighs, gripping more tightly when they reach your hips.

"Then, please," he inhales, chest rising, his gaze certain at last, "Y/N... let me feel you."

You lean down to press your lips to his, and this time, Ignatz immediately reciprocates. Those skillful fingers you've grown so fond of weave into your hair. Your mouth and his open to one another instinctively, naturally, drawing each other more deeply into the kiss. At some point, your nose bumps his glasses. You hardly notice. The soft, barely audible moans and sighs he allows himself are paradoxically potent, and you soon find yourself impatient for him.

You break from his kiss only for the sake of finally feeling him inside of you. As you align him between your thighs with the hand not supporting your weight, the warm slick of cum- both yours and your husband's- coats the tip of Ignatz's cock. It only aids him as he shifts his hips carefully up towards you, welcoming him in, allowing him to fill where his dear friend had been mere minutes ago.

"Ohh..." You sigh aloud, your back arching, head tilting back. Ignatz is holding fast at your hips, eager hands reveling in the feeling of your curves beneath them; but even as his fingers flex and he grips you almost painfully tight, you hardly notice. His member fills you wonderfully, the newness of the sensation setting off your tender and over,-sensitive nerves. Lorenz feels perfect- he always does- but the novelty of your pussy walls fitting tight around another man's cock sends a different sort of ache through your core.

As though on cue, Lorenz positions himself behind you and gently kisses the side of your neck, his body warm at your back.

"How is it, my dearest love?"

"Incredible," you moan in reply, and you feel Ignatz's length twitch inside of you at the comment. You raise a hand to cradle Lorenz's face, drawing him to your lips as your hips begin to move. He groans into your kiss, and you feel his hands run up the sides of your body, tracing the silhouette he knows so well. When he parts from your lips, his eyes remain fixed on your pleasured expression.

"And how does my darling Y/N feel, Ignatz?"

"Goddess, s- so good..." He looks up at you with the eyes of a man at the mercy of Sothis herself, "So tight- it's like you're... Drawing me in..!"

Slowly, rhythmically, you begin to sway and shift your body above him. Your cunt clings around him, each vein and contour of his throbbing cock grinding into you, stimulating you in a thousand new and erotic ways. All the while, Lorenz's lips trail from your shoulder towards your neck, soft and warm and far too gentlemanly for the circumstances. Ignatz's hands remain on your hips, yet rather than guide your movements, he seems to follow them. Hungry eyes watch you with a fascination that keeps him focused despite the overwhelming pleasure, taking in the rocking of your hips, the swell of your breasts- but more than anything, the sensual way your husband caresses you. Their combined affections flood your body with heat, spurring you on as you fuck yourself onto Ignatz's member, mewing and arching at Lorenz's touch.

"Beautiful..." Ignatz murmurs, biting briefly at his bottom lip, "you're both... so breathtaking..!"

He's begun to buck his hips up to meet you, matching your pace so that you feel him bottom out deep within you with every thrust. Uttering a shameless moan, you feel your lower muscles flex around him, squeezing and pulsing around his member. You're close- and you know for certain that he is as well.

"Ignatz, you-" a pleasured sigh interrupts you briefly, though you try to affect a seductive confidence, "A- Are you... gonna cum inside of your Lord's wife?"

"I- I..!" he tries to form a response, but it dies on his tongue. He can't restrain himself how he'd like, can't possibly resist the intoxicating friction of your gushing pussy enveloping him.

"My, how perfectly unacceptable," Lorenz says with evident amusement. He presses a feather-light kiss to your jaw, then levels his gaze on the man beneath you, "Is that what you want? What sort of knight would dare to even entertain such a transgressive fantasy?"

Ignatz throbs potently, the girth of his manhood swelling out, stretching you sinfully, and you gasp his name in response. Perhaps he's enjoying this little admonishment from his superior- or perhaps he's simply fond of dirty talk of any sort. A matter to investigate another night. Now, all you can think of is that you need more. You need that final release, the mutual bliss you've dreamed of since you and Lorenz first discussed sharing your bed with another. It seems your husband has an idea of how to get you both there.

"Do you want it, darling?" he says softly, his hands along your body as tender and loving as your wedding night, "Do you want to feel our favorite knight filling you with his lust?"

You nod, breathless, practically mindless. So close.

"Can you feel how desperately he longs to release within you?" his voice is a husky yet playful whisper, "Such a shameful, salacious desire. Why, were I a less generous sort, I'd have every right to be beside myself in fury."

Then, his fingers. Delicate, careful, yet merciless in their precision as they massage the hardened nub of your clit in time with Ignatz's thrusts. You gasp out,

"Fu- fuck-! Ohh-!!"

You throw your head back against Lorenz's shoulder, your cunt spasming tight around your other lover's cock. It's too much for Ignatz to endure. His hands grip at your hips, pulling you down and burying himself in you.

"Lorenz... Y/N, I- I can't, I..!"

With a final cry, you feel his manhood lurching within you as he pours out his cum at your deepest point. Volley after volley shoots into you, and you distantly wonder in the midst of your own climax whether he's been pent up, or if this all was simply too stimulating for him.

In a choir of gasps and moans, mutual pleasure consumes you both through a dizzying high and into a gradual, hazy descent. Lorenz cradles you to his chest as you catch your breath, smoothing your hair gently back into place, kissing love-bites collected over a night of ascendant pleasure. You exhale, awash in absolute satisfaction. When at last you and Ignatz have regained the strength and presence of mind to move, you lift yourself from him, and allow both men to guide you down onto the bed between them. Distantly, you note the sensation of your lovers' release dripping from you, trailing lazily down your inner thighs. You're hardly bothered- nothing could bother you in this moment, surrounded by the two who have taken such excellent care of you this evening.

Lorenz reaches over you to straighten Ignatz's glasses, fingers fondly brushing his cheek as he pulls away. Somehow, after the night you three have shared, this simple gesture causes the knight to practically glow red in the face, and you smile warmly at him.

"You were incredible, Ignatz."

"Yes, I mean, well- you were, uh, it was... wow." he's unable to meet your gaze, the heady and contented afterglow disrupted by his usual anxious uncertainty. "Anyway, I suppose that I should..."

He tenses, as if to move from the bed. You bring a hand to cradle his face, turning his eyes to yours.

"Stay for a bit? Please?"

"Come now Ignatz, don't be so boorish," Lorenz says, turning onto his back to arch his taller frame, stretching out over-taxed muscles, "One cannot fully appreciate such indulgence without basking in the fulfillment it lends, afterall!"

You wear a slanted smile and add,

"What he means is that we enjoyed having you with us tonight, and we'd like to enjoy cleaning up and relaxing with you, too."

Tentatively, he lets himself rest back on the sheets with you. Ignatz places his hand over yours, wearing a shy smile of his own.

"If neither of you mind, I'd... I'd like that very much."

"And," your smile curls mischievously, "It'll give us some time to talk about things we'd like to try next time."

"Next time?" Ignatz chokes out.

"Ah, what an exceptional idea, dearest," Lorenz tosses his hair over his shoulder and curls up at your side once more, an arm comfortably draped around your waist, "I, for one, have a number of proposals to tender you each with."

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🌲| okay im writing this based on some nsfw headcanons i saw on the jjk men trying to get your attention. however i CANT FIND THE AUTHOR stg the post disappeared into thin air so if you guys know who the author is pls tag them so i can give proper credit💔💔💔 enjoy reading this <333 i hope it isn't bad bc ive never written smut for gojo before😅😅😅

🌿| here are the fandoms and characters for which i write for!! also, the book the reader is reading here is titled "the beginning of everything!" it is a great read in my opinion, so i recommend it :3

🍃| also do you guys prefer "Y/N" or "[Name]?" y/n generally is a bitch in most stories, and ngl im not a fan of her myself, so i was wondering which you guys would rather me use:)) i would really appreciate your feedback so please let me know!!!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ nsfw content ahead!! oral sex, fem!reader, degradation probably, language, gojo might be a little mean

gojo x reader smut- gojo tries to get your attention

You hadn't been so immersed in a book since you were still a child- you had been sitting on your couch for hours that only felt like minutes, taking in every word of the story. The fatalistic protagonist, Ezra Miller, never failed to interest you with his beliefs about tragedy following the fall of his former glory. His love interest, the fascinating but elusive Cassidy Thorpe, was constantly arousing questions in your mind that had you turning page after page. The other characters as well piqued your interest, and you found yourself wondering about them as well. So far, it was a wildly entertaining read, and you didn't really want the book to end.

So when your boyfriend Gojo Satoru, standing a distance away at the kitchen table, called your name, you didn't even hear him.

"Y/N."

"Y/N."

"Y/N!"

Finally, Gojo's voice cut through your thoughts, making you look up in surprise. Confused and just a little agitated, you gave him an aggravated "What is it" look, eager to return to your story.

"Damn. Anyone in there?" Gojo queried sarcastically, making a knocking motion in the air with his hand, his other arm propping his body up on the counter. "I had to call you three times to even get you to look at me."

"Yes, I'm aware. Do you need something?" you asked, tapping your foot impatiently and sneaking glances down at the pages.

Gojo pursed his lips and shrugged coolly, his piercing blue eyes glinting mischievously. "Nope- just wanted to bother you." He flashed a wide, goading grin in your direction, at which you simply rolled your eyes and angled your head lower to keep your distracting boyfriend out of your line of vision.

With a quiet sigh, you resumed reading your book, picking up right where you'd left off. You were closer to finishing the book than starting it, and you suspected a major twist would be revealing itself quite soon. Still, it was fun to speculate, and look for clues throughout the entire story.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Gojo began to act out again.

"Y/N."

No response.

"Y/N."

Louder this time. Still silence.

"Y/N."

Still nothing.

"Y/N!"

Now you were really annoyed, slamming your open palms down on the splayed-out book pages. "Gojo, what?" you demanded, your glare beseeching.

Gojo seemed unfazed by your outburst, simply tossing his hands into the air in surrender. "You wanna go irritate Nanami with me? I feel like I've been cutting him too much slack."

"I would think you'd be exhausted irritating people, seeing as you have already successfully aggravated me." You turned your head to the ceiling, blowing out air in exasperation. "Congrats. Now please don't call me name unless you or somebody else is dying. Thank you." With a bitter smile, you promptly put the book in front of your face, obscuring everything behind it, including Gojo. You knew you were being sort of bitchy, but you hadn't had a moment of real peace in a while and wanted to make the most of this.

You tried to keep enjoying your book, holding it in front of your face firmly, but now you found yourself just waiting for Gojo to interrupt you again. But you couldn't let him know that, obviously, so you didn't budge, practically glaring at the words on the pages.

But suddenly, the words were gone- as were the pages. As a matter of fact, the whole book had vanished from your hands! Blinking in confusion, you turned left and right to scan the couch cushions before facing forward again to see a pair of long legs right in front of you.

Your eyes widened, and with a groan, your gaze wandered upward until it met the face of the smirking Gojo, one hand in his black jean pocket while the other dangled your book in the air between his index finger and thumb. His arm was stretched far above his head in order to prevent you from reaching it, and his teasing grin from earlier was about a hundred times wider.

"Got your book," Gojo announced tauntingly, leaning over your stiff figure on the sofa. He swung the book back and forth a few times before stopping to eye the cover dubiously. "The Beginning of Everything? Looks cheesy." Dismissively, Gojo tossed the novel over his shoulder, it landing on a coffee table a few feet behind him.

The book hit the wood with a hollow thud, and you snapped your head up to Gojo. "Are you serious? You can't possibly be this immature." Incensed, you stood up abruptly to go retrieve your book- now you'd have to find the page you'd left off of. But the second you got to your feet, you were lightly pushed back down by a pale hand to your chest.

Gojo chuckled self-assuredly, giving you a mockingly piteous look. "Now you have no choice but to pay attention to me."

You scoffed up at him, folding your arms stubbornly across your chest. "As if. Just because you've stolen my book doesn't mean I'm incapable of ignoring you." To make your point, you crossed one leg over the other defiantly and made a show of examining your nails, keeping your eyes averted from the man towering over you.

"Oh?" You could hear the teasing lilt in his voice, meaning he'd decided to treat this as if it was a challenge. You didn't reply, eyes narrowing. Gojo let out a short laugh before bending over so his face was in front of yours, both hands in his pockets. His eyes boring into you were almost impossible to ignore, but you managed, abandoning your nails to twirl a strand of hair around your finger.

"That's a challenge I'm willing to accept." You could feel Gojo's breath on your face, his voice low, and you stifled a strangled sound in your throat as he lowered his body to the ground, settling on his knees. Gently, he placed a hand on each one of your legs to pull them apart; he managed to do so despite your half-hearted resistance.

"Shame you decided to wear this cute little skirt today," Gojo cooed, sliding a hand up your thigh to hook a finger around the waistline of your panties; you couldn't hold back a tiny gasp. Eyes filled with lust, Gojo simply pulled your underwear down your legs and let it fall around your ankles. Before you knew it, both his hands were wrapped tightly around your upper thighs and he was kissing your exposed crotch, his wet lips sending ripples through your stomach. The end of his nose was concealed beneath your skirt, brushing against your slit as his kisses gradually moved upward until he had reached your folds, where he began to plant open-mouthed kisses on your clit.

You were barely able to choke back a whimper before it escaped your throat, throwing your head back to face the ceiling. Your thighs writhed uselessly- Gojo's grip was like steel. Knowing he was already close to breaking your resolve, his arctic eyes lifted towards you, flashing tauntingly. His tongue darted out from in between his lips and slowly licked you up and down before picking up the pace and flicking it rapidly over your clit.

Now you had no choice but to react. A soft moan left your lips, then another, and you could feel Gojo smile against your thigh. Wanting more friction, you started to gently rock your hips into Gojo's tongue, your breaths gradually becoming more ragged.

"Mm, shit, Gojo..." you whimpered under your breath, one of your hands traveling down to bury itself within your boyfriend's white hair, keeping him pressed against your sex. You could feel his warm breath on your inner thighs, sending a shiver up your spine. Meanwhile, Gojo's tongue painted wet circles around your clit, and when he closed his lips around it and began to suck softly, your grip in his hair tightened. "Oh- oh, fuck, Gojo-" Your eyes dropped to look down at him longingly, moving your hips gingerly up and down with your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"So you finally wanna look at me, pretty?" Gojo questioned, his gaze more piercing than ever. "Now that my mouth is in between your legs? Is that what I have to do to make you pay attention to me?" He paused upon hearing your whimpers, smirking at the pitiful sound and letting his tongue fall from his mouth briefly to taste you as you desperately rutted against him.

"You know, I should stop," Gojo mused, withdrawing his tongue and using two fingers to gently rub your aching clit. Feigning hurt, he dropped his eyes and wistfully stared at your dripping entrance, leaking all over the couch. "I really didn't like the way you snapped at me earlier..."

"I'm- I'm sorry, Gojo, I was just in a bad mood. Don't stop, please," you whimpered, thighs trembling. Gojo glanced up at you, sticking out his lower lip in a mocking pout.

"But do you mean it, Y/N?" Abruptly, he speared two fingers into you, pumping them back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. A broken groan forced its way from your lips, your hips pushing into Gojo's fingers. "Or are you saying that 'cause you want me to make you cum all over your fucking skirt like a pathetic whore?"

Breathless, you gasped, "No, I'm- ah, I mean it- please. Gojo, I'm sorry."

Gojo bunched his lips together, pretending to think. "Well- since you asked so politely." He leaned back in, squeezing one of your thighs, and began to lick your soaking slit up and down, paying extra attention to your clit. At the same time, his fingers took on a vigorous pace, and you let out a cry as you felt your orgasm begin to build in your stomach.

"Gonna cum for me now, baby? Didn't take much for your bad mood to go away, huh?" Gojo crooned, only gripping your thigh harder as he reduced you to a moaning mess, chest heaving.

It wasn't long after that that you met your release, throwing your head back and gripping the fabric of the couch cushions so roughly it was a surprise they didn't tear. Cum gushed from your hole, coating Gojo's fingers and spilling onto the bottom of your skirt, the sight of which made Gojo smile as he replaced his fingers with his tongue to eagerly lap up your fluids.

Gojo didn't let anything else go to waste on the couch, swallowing everything you gave him without hesistation. By the time you were done, his lips were shiny, and your thighs were sticky and still trembling as you tried to catch your breath.

Gojo only scoffed in amusement st your disheveled state, simply getting to his feet again and gazing down at you with a cocky smile on his lips.

"Don't ignore me again," Gojo advised nonchalantly, lifting two fingers to his mouth to casually suck the remnants of your orgasm off of his hand. "You know where to find the towels." Slipping his hands back into his pockets, Gojo strolled out of the room, leaving you half-naked and staring at the book still resting on the coffee table.

🍵| now that i have finished I would like to say that this is trash. fuck.