#he’s gonna get all yeses

[ednacrabapple]

I mean he’s cute but why are we doing this

[ssspringroll]

oh no. something's happening to me

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “i’m boyfriend material!” he cries indignantly, offended despite the fact that he’d never kept a relationship for more than a few months out of sheer boredom, and you pause before looking him up and down. / “…mhmm.”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: jujutsu kaisen | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: satoru gojo/f!reader, mild sukuna/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 6.25k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: college au, fem reader, fuckboy satoru, protected sex ( wrap it up cumsluts ), jealousy, attempted hand-holding, brief nanami cameo, satoru gets hard attached and then is O.O when reader is like ‘nah imma dip now’, slight angst, unrequited love, previously established relationship ( just not w gojo 💀💀 ), cheating ( by reader ), bf sukuna.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: hmmm gojo’s not suffered enough, let’s do THIS 👹👹

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

Gojo Satoru was not nervous. 

All he had to do was ask a simple girl in his Philosophy course out so he could take her home and sleep with her. He’d never asked any of the girls in his Philosophy course out, though, so he was a little hesitant. As odd as it would seem, he enjoyed this class, and he didn’t want anything awkward to happen — which was why Suguru had directed him your way. 

‘“She won’t make it weird,”’ he’d said, though how he’d known when Satoru knew every person that his best friend had ever slept with ( and you had not been one of them ) was beyond him. 

Remember, he thinks to himself, glancing over at you a few times in a way he thinks isn’t noticeable, She’s gonna fall all over you, just like all the others, as soon as you ask her out. Easy lay. 

And he wasn’t nervous. 

Class ends, and he waits for everyone to make their way out. From experience over the last semester and a half, you were one of the last people to leave, taking your time considering you didn’t have any more courses after this one ended at noon on Tuesdays until 5pm. Once only a few stragglers are left, he grabs his books and saunters over, plastering on one of his most breathtaking grins ( if he did say so himself ), then leaning against your desk. You don’t look at him, blatant disinterest emanating off of you, but he forges forward. 

“So… I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight?” he asks, preening over how quick all the past yeses came. Men and women fell all over him like water rolls over stone in riverbeds, 

“No.”

“Great, I was thinking maybe that new Italian joint—,” Satoru pauses. Blinks. Registers your words. “…What?”

“No. Is a two letter word so difficult for you to understand?” Satoru is… shocked, for lack of a better word. He’d never actually been told no before. 

“But… why?” His question is whinier than he’d intended, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You narrow your eyes up at him. 

“I don’t have to explain myself to you — but if you must know, I  go on dates with the man I intend to be in a relationship with,” you say honestly, and Satoru fights back a snort. “I don’t date someone who’s only  good for a quick fucking session.”

“I’m boyfriend material!” he cries indignantly, offended despite the fact that he’d never kept a relationship for more than a few months out of sheer boredom, and you pause before looking him up and down. 

“…Mhmm,” is your only reply, and he pouts. You go back to finishing up, and he thinks for a moment, drumming his fingers against the surface of your desk before shrugging. 

“Interested in hooking up, then?” he asks, and you glance up at him questioningly. “We don’t have to date, we could just have sex.” Not that you’d want to keep him as ‘just a fuckbuddy’ for too long, Satoru thinks. 

You hum softly, seeming to think it over, then give a slight nod. “Sure, we can fuck,” you say with a lazy shrug, then sigh. “But no feelings. I’m not interested, especially not with someone who has a reputation like yours.”

“You say that now, but you’re gonna be beggin’ for me to be your boyfriend,” Satoru chuckles, and you roll your eyes. 

“Don’t hold your breath,” you reply, sounding amused as you cross your arms, and without missing a beat he waggles his eyebrows at you, and you raise one of your own. “What?”

“Wanna get started on this friends-with-benefits thing now? My car’s in the parking lot,” he grins, and you look completely unimpressed. 

You resume picking up your notebooks and textbook, shoving them in your backpack and steadfastly refusing to look at his goofy expression. “I’m not fucking in your dirty-ass backseat,” you reply grumpily. “I might catch something.”

“I’ll have you know my car is amazing and clean and perfect,” Satoru retorts, acting as if his feelings are hurt, and you scoff. 

“Not with you as a driver. Didn’t you hit a sorority mailbox last month?”

He’s silent for a moment. “We’re in philosophy class, you know. Most philosophers say that it’s ‘unwise to root yourself in the past’.”

You just blink at him, then roll your eyes again and slide your laptop into your bag. “That alone tells me everything I need to know.”

“Y’know, you’re really mean,” he pouts, and you have to fight off the urge to smile. Sometimes he was amusing, even though you didn’t want to admit it. 

“I know. It’s one of my best traits,” you reply, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “See you in class.”

One week later, Gojo finally picks you up — that is, your shared Philosophy course ends and you both head to his car. You’ve both tossed your bags in the back and are sitting in the drive-through of a fast food place waiting on your coffees with you tapping away at your phone while he hands his card through the window so he can pay for the drinks you’d gotten along with his own. 

He pulls forward after getting his card back, then brightens a little as he remembered the question he’d wanted to ask before he’d forgotten after asking if you wanted a drink. 

“Do you want to type your address into my GPS so we can—“ Satoru starts, and his eyes widen when you interrupt him almost immediately. 

“Not at my place. Never at my place, Gojo,” you snap, and he nods almost dumbly. He’d not expected you to be so stern about it, nor for you to deny him heading to your apartment or house or whatever ( especially considering his hookups typically didn’t care as long as they ended up with him in their bed. In the back of his mind an alarm bell rings, but he dumbly chose to ignore it. 

“That’s — That’s fine, no problem, we can go to my place,” he replies, pushing a fake grin on his face. He watches you visibly relax back into the passenger seat, and relaxes himself before pulling up to the second window and taking your drinks. He hands you your drink then pulls away while sipping at his own Diet Coke, glancing at you every now and then as he drives back to his apartment rather than wherever you lived. 

Part of him was nervous; he never really ever brought hookups back to his apartment — hell, he’d only brought like two of his prior girlfriends there, so this was a big break from his normal meet-up for sex. Still, he’d talked so much shit to Suguru when he’d said he’d manage to fuck you, so he couldn’t back out now. 

He’d taken out the trash yesterday, right?

He pulls into the parking lot of his apartment, easing into his spot and putting the car in park before taking a breath and leaning back. You aren’t paying him any attention, still in your phone apparently texting someone from what he could see from the corner of his eye, and once you’re done you lock your phone before turning your body to face him in his seat. 

You ask quietly, “Gojo… are you sure you want to do this?” and he pauses as he starts unclipping his seatbelt. 

“Yeah, of course! Why would I, uh — Why wouldn’t I?” he asks, nodding with a smile. You raise an eyebrow. 

“You’re acting nervous.” You deadpan, and he laughs. 

“Nervous? I’m not nervous! Let’s fuck, babe,” he says brightly, opening his car door and hopping out as you shrug and unclip your own belt. 

“…Don’t call me babe, but whatever. If you’re sure,” you say lazily, then add, “By the way, three of my friends know I came home with you, and I just dropped a location pin in a group chat, so… it’d be easier if you weren’t some creepo murderer.”

Satoru laughs again, this time actually amused. “That’s great, they’ll know the location of the best dick in Japan! Second floor.”

You scoff, but follow him up the stairs, stopping only as he fishes his keys out of his pocket and works on getting them in the lock. Eventually it pops into place, and you follow him inside, toeing off your shoes and following him quietly, eyeing him as he takes his loose coat off and tosses it on the back of his couch before following his lead to the bedroom. He lets you come in before turning to close the door, and is surprised when he turns and your shirt is already on the floor and you’re working on wiggling out of your tight skirt. 

“I — oh! Like to do the work yourself, huh?” He jokes, and you scoff through a playful smile. 

“Please. If we fuck and you just lay there, the entire campus will hear about it before midnight, I promise,” You reply. Satoru just grins. 

“Who says we’ll be done by midnight?” He asks cheekily, and you laugh again. 

“Gojo Satoru, it is two in the afternoon,” you say, and he laughs and starts unbuckling his belt. 

“And?” he purrs, tossing it aside and kicking his pants away after they pool around his ankles, leaving his boxers on as you kick off your own skirt, leaving you in a mismatched bra and underwear set. He’s discovered he much prefers you this way — almost naked and ready to joke around with him — rather than the way you were cold and quiet in class. You actually seemed human here, and he was starting to understand why Suguru had said you were easy to be around; Satoru had thought he was lying just to fuck with him, but apparently you were typically this way in the bedroom and at parties after a few drinks. It was an interesting thing about you to learn in all honesty. 

He presses his front to yours, wasting no time and dipping his head down to kiss you, mashing your lips together hard and his hands snake behind your back and unclip your bra at the same time that you slip the condom you’d taken out of your bra between your teeth and hook your thumbs in the waistband of his own underwear and push them down. He steps out of them as you stumble backwards towards his bed, leading him along before falling back with him on top of you, both of you still kissing. 

You start to unwrap the condom. “You’re a good kisser,” you mumble into his mouth, reaching one hand down to shimmy out of your panties while the other tangles itself in his hair, tugging lightly. Once they’re over the edge of the bed they fall to your ankles and you just step out of them, reaching between your bodies and slipping the condom down his shaft with an experienced sort of ease that faintly amused him.

“Why the tone of surprise?” Satoru laughs, nipping at your bottom lip before starting to kiss a line down your throat, savoring the area over your pulse point as you let out soft, happy sighs.

“Mmm, kinda thought you’d have loser dick — but like, a real loser, not the sexy kind,” you reply honestly, and Satoru would have been offended if he wasn’t so fucking horny. He just laughs against your hot skin  and keeps kissing, about to kneel when you tug him back up. “Don’t need your mouth on my cunt, need your cock in me,” you grunt, and Satoru barely chokes back the whimper that threatens to escape him. 

“G-Gotta — Gotta prep you,” he argues as you reach between your bodies and grip his dick in an almost too-perfect grip. 

“Prepped myself before class, and I’m plenty soaked,” you reply, pressing his head in. He doesn’t bother trying to hide the low groan that tumbles from his lips at the thought of you fingering open the hot cunt he was so close to, then sitting in class with him only a few seats away, ready and waiting for him to fill you. “Plus I enjoy the stretch. Don’t pussy out now, Gojo.”

“Stop calling me Gojo when I’m about to be balls deep in you,” Satoru growls, and you just laugh with a defiant glint in your eye. 

“You gotta earn me saying your first name, loser boy,” you taunt, and he narrows his eyes before bottoming out in one go, watching in satisfaction as your eyes widen and your pupils blow further all at once… then the feeling hits. 

“God, you’re fucking tight,” he groans, letting his head fall. “Fuckin’ hot too.”

“Don’t tell me slippin’ it in is gonna do it for you,” you whisper, and Satoru forces himself to pull out, his eyes squeezing shut at the perfect friction in the glide of his cock slipping out of you, before thrusting back in. 

He starts a steady pumping of his hips, taking you over the edge of the bed like a beast on its bitch at a breeding bench. He can feel your nails digging into his back and scalp and it makes him make a tight fist in the sheets, soft moans falling from his mouth as he fucks into you desperately. 

“F-Fuck — Oh god, Satoru, you fucking bastard-!” you moan, holding tight as he ruts into you, and he laughs breathlessly through a moan of his own. 

“E-Earned it already?” he asks playfully, and you laugh through a moan yourself. 

“Again, thought you were a real loser. Now shut up and keep fucking me,” your words come out in a low purr as you toss one arm around his neck, amd he busies himself with doing as told, not bothered by taking a command to fuck your willing body like this. 

Soft groans of your name and his coupled with cursing and cries for God fill the room as the two of you fuck, your sweat and precum smearing across both of your bodies as you both get closer and closer to orgasm. “C’mon, just like that — gonna cum, gonna cum!” you whisper, and Satoru presses closer and keeps his pace and position the same, listening to the way your voice pitches. He’s been on the verge of cumming himself for the past fifteen minutes, but he’d be damned if he came before you the first time the two of you fucked — not when you still somehow thought he was a loser. 

“Cum for me, babe, cum for me—“ he half-begs lowly, and you huff through a moan. 

“What did I — did I say about calling me babe?” you ask, and he shakes his head. 

“Sorry, sweetheart — God, please, just fucking cum already!”

You laugh a little, a laugh that breaks apart like brittle ice at the end as your pussy starts clenching tightly around his cock and you dig your nails into his skin hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck — fuck, fuck — fuckfuckfuck, cumming-!”

Satoru’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of you clenching so tightly around him, and the sounds of your cries as you cum around have his own falling from his lips as he fills the condom wrapped around his cock and you slowly relax completely into the bed, unmoving aside from a couple stray twitches and a lazy hand against his chest to get him off of you. He falls bonelessly onto the bed next to you, tugging the condom off and tossing it into the trash can by his bed before returning to letting his legs dangle off of the side of bed with his feet flat against the floor like yours. 

He waits a moment, enjoying the silence between you both before asking, “Well?”

You make a confused noise and turn to look at him. “Well what?” you ask, amd he chuckles. 

“Am I a loser?” he asks cheekily, and you laugh brightly. 

“Oh, definitely. Big loser energy from you, Satoru,” you reply. 

“What?!” he exclaims, turning onto his side to look at you head on, and you laugh again and nod as you sit up and stretch with your arms over your head. 

“Yep. But hey — you’re a loser with good dick,” you offer, standing on slightly wobbly legs, and start to get dressed. 

“What a comfort,” he mutters, acting annoyed, and you see through it just as he knew you would. 

“It should be,” you reply, zipping up your skirt then putting on the shirt you’d thrown over your forearm. “See you later, loser. My ride’s outside.”

Satoru’s quiet for a second, unused to girls just leaving, much less having already called cars to wait for them outside while he fucks them, “…Yeah, later…” And you’re out the door in less than five minutes with nothing but a wave and a yawn.

After a moment he stands and makes his way into the kitchen, peeping out the window to see you climb into the passenger side of a car driven by someone with short pink hair. He sighs. 

The sex was good — but today did not go like he’d expected. 

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟏𝐏𝐌

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 dropped a pin!

meet me at starbucks

i’m getting a coffee

then we can fuck or wtv

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ! — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟏𝐏𝐌

why r u getting coffee at 9pm

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟐𝐏𝐌

don’t ask questions your tiny brain can’t understand the answers to

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ! — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟐𝐏𝐌 

i literally only asked why ur getting coffee so late :(

ur so mean :((

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟐𝐏𝐌

and yet u still like to fuck me?? lmfao loser

Satoru throws his phone down on the passenger’s side seat, pouting with a huff and drumming his fingers against the top of the steering wheel as he slowly follows the line of traffic towards the Starbucks you’d pin dropped, and he sees you before you see him. You’re texting someone, a large coffee in hand, and you look… happy. Satoru didn’t think he’d ever actually seen you smile a real smile before, not in class when you’d ignored him for months before he’d proposed being fuckbuddies and not even during the last couple months that the two of you had been hooking up. Every now and then in between fucking each other he’d catch you gazing down at your phone with a fond look in your eyes, but he didn’t really ask about it anymore; you always dodged his questions, and it always led to you being in a foul mood and leaving him. He learned quickly to just… not say anything and let you do your own thing so he could empty his balls and you stay happy and with him. 

Stay with him? God, what was the matter with him? He sounded like a clingy high-schooler, desperate to keep their first relationship. No, he was supposed to sleep with you once, get off, then go laugh about it with Suguru — not… whatever he was doing. It had been six months, why was he still here — fuck, who was he kidding? Satoru knew exactly why he was still here: he liked you. A lot. 

He’s in too deep, and now he can’t back out. 

You open the passenger side door, disrupting him from his thoughts. “Hmm, on time as usual. Desperate, huh?” you ask, sipping at your coffee, and it takes everything in Satoru to scoff at your words and start up the car as you clip on your seatbelt, because the answer was yes. He is desperate. He wants you, wants to hold your hand and take photos with you and brag about how beautiful you are to Suguru and his other friends, and wants for the world to know that you were each other’s partner. He wants to kiss you, not in the sloppy way that left your lipstick smeared across your face as he fucked into you, but softly and slowly so you can tell with each tiny shift how much he loves you. Yeah, you’re mean to him, you make fun of him all the damn time — but god, does he fucking like it. 

It’s a slow, careful motion when he reaches a hand over to first grasp at your thigh before moving over ever so slightly to hold your hand as he drives, and a pang bounces through his chest as you immediately tug your hand away and turn away from him. 

He doesn’t try to touch you again for the rest of the car ride, and before he knows it he’s once again back at his apartment, the motions of making his way to the bedroom with you at his back all a blur. You’re on him before he can remind himself to breathe as the sight of you bare and vulnerable before him takes his breath away as it always does — but you aren’t vulnerable, are you? You’re closed off, all sharp corners and twisted smiles, but maybe — just maybe — he’s blunting them a bit. 

“O-Oh God — oh, fuck-!” Satoru whimpers softly, his thick eyelashes fluttering as he fists his hands in the sheets beneath him while you bounce on his cock, tiny gasps falling from your lips as you swallow up all of his thick length. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as drowns in the sensations of your sopping cunt taking him entirely, his fat tip slamming against your cervix with each rough drop down. 

“Fuck yes, Satoru!” You hiss sharply, clenching around him and digging your nails into his shoulders. “Y’fill me up so fuckin’ good, ‘Toru-!”

“Yes, yes — fuckfuckfuck, c’mon!” Satoru whines, bucking his hips up to meet yours as they drop down harshly. “You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart, so fuckin’ wet!”

Lewd wet noises and the slapping of bare flesh along with the crude banging of his headboard against the walk fill the bedroom, mixing with the sounds falling from your lips, as well as his. Satoru sits up, wrapping and arm around your middle as yours instinctively loop around his shoulders, your lips catching his in a searing kiss that sends a fond warmth from his mouth all the way down to his toes. 

“God, yes,” you moan into his mouth, “So fuckin’ good, Satoru — don’t stop, don’t stop-!”

“Won’t, can’t, won’t stop!” Satoru promises through a moan of his own, a deep groan following it triggered by the feeling of your tongue running along his. His fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise as you tear your mouth away from his in order to latch onto his neck and bite down, nipping and kissing and sucking as his head falls back in time with the feeling of the soft heat kindling in his belly start growing hotter and hotter. “F-Fuck — damn it, m’gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, Satoru,” you whine sharply, and he whimpers a little. 

“B-But you-?” he starts, his words devolving into a garbled moan as you pick up the pace. 

“I’m close too — c’mon, ‘Toru, cum with me!” You plead softly, and Satoru needs no further prodding. He clings to you tightly as he starts cumming, his own fingernails digging into your skin as his hips buck up messily into your welcoming hips with each new burst of cum. Your voice pitches in the way he knows it does during your own orgasm, and he forces the haze away just enough so that he can look at you and watch you fall apart on his lap. 

God, you’re beautiful. 

The two of you bask in the moment for about ten minutes before you finally end it, pulling away and staggering into the bathroom in the hallway to piss. Satoru sighs and tosses the condom in the trash can after tying it off, falling back against his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. He can hear you come back into the bedroom, can hear you moving around, assumingly so you can no doubt be ready to leave again — which is why he’s surprised at the feeling of the blankets beneath him being thrown back and the mattress dipping beneath your weight. 

He stares at you in surprise as you begin making yourself comfortable, fluffing your pillow and finding the spot on the side of the bed you’d chosen before you finally catch him staring. “Go to sleep, Gojo,” you mutter, shimmying around beneath the blankets as you try to get comfortable in a technically strange bed. 

His eyes widen in half-wanting shock. “You’re staying the night?” Satoru asks hopefully, and you sigh. 

“I’m tired,” you reply simply. “Now go to sleep.”

Sayoru nods wildly, his heart pounding. You were staying the night — you were staying. With him. “Yeah… yeah! Okay. Sleep. I can do that!”

You nod tiredly. “Good,” you say, amd you click off the lamp on the nightstand next to you as Satoru does the same. An odd silence fills the room as Satoru follows your previous motions of getting ready to rest before finally getting comfortable under the blankets. 

He rolls over to rest on his side, staring at the way you lay with your back to him. “…Goodnight,” Satoru murmurs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours. It doesn’t sting as harshly as before when you move your hand away, considering you do allow him to drap his arm over your waist while pressing his chest to your back. You’re silent for a moment, but you do eventually respond as his warmth begins to seep into you.

“…Goodnight, Satoru,” you say, and he hums drowsily. 

You’re both asleep within fifteen minutes. Neither of you comment on how well the two of your bodies slot together outside of sex. 

It’s 1am when Satoru wakes up, his vision blurry and the red numbers on his bedside clock more aggressive than he remembered. 

Blearily he pats the mattress behind himself, wondering why he’d turned away from you in his sleep, and finds nothing but cool sheets, which leads him to rolling over. He’s startled, almost certain he’ll find the bathroom light on in the hallway, but no — it’s darker than he’d like, even at twenty-three, and you’re not here. Snatching up his cellphone, a quick scan of it tells him all he needs to know. 

You left him. 

Again. 

Three days later, Satoru finds himself parked in front of the dining hall on campus, waiting for you to come out, likely followed by one or two of your friends. After waiting about ten minutes, you do just that — only you’re walking closer to an older man in a suit than he for some reason felt comfortable with, and he moves around in his seat a little to get comfortable while watching your interactions with the man with narrowed eyes. He grits his teeth for a moment when the man touches your arm in a too-casual way, then crosses his own when he sees you smile at him. The two of you stop on the sidewalk several paces from his car, then finally split off. 

“So… Who was that old guy?” he asks as you slip into the passenger seat, and you pause as you put your bag in the backseat. He doesn’t want to just foolishly believe that you’re genuinely confused, but he also doesn’t want to think ill of you without reason, so he ‘decides’ to withhold judgment for now. 

“What?” you ask, confused, and he sighs in blatant annoyance. 

“The old guy. The one you were literally just talking to,” he grouses. “The one who was getting so touchy.”

“‘Old guy’ — wait, the blond?” You ask, almost in a shocked way, and he nods. You snort; Satoru doesn’t know what’s so funny. “That was professor Kento — my History professor,” you reply, and Satoru can feel his cheeks heat up a little, but he refuses to look at you as you start laughing. 

“Oh my god! You were fucking jealous of Professor Kento?!” you giggle, and while he’s embarrassed he can’t deny that he enjoys the sound, even if it was at his own expense. What the hell was wrong with him? “That’s so fucking wild — like c’mon man, we aren’t even dating. If I wanted to fuck Professor Kento, it wouldn’t even fucking matter.” A lump settles in Satoru’s throat at your words. 

Yes, it would. 

“But… you aren’t, right?” Satoru asks carefully as he pulls the car out of park, and you sigh. 

“No, Satoru. I’m not going to fuck my History professor.” you say softly, blatantly amused, but it’s too late now — Satoru’s upset, and he can’t stop the words from coming out. 

“Because I just — I don’t want anyone else with you like me, y’know?” he asks, almost paranoid. He fails to notice the way you stiffen next to him and forges on, his heartbeat quickening as his panic picks up. “It’s just — really like you. Like a lot. And it scares me. But it doesn’t scare me enough to not want you to myself, you know? I just want you and want to be with you and—“

“Take me home.”

Satoru pauses. “W-What?” he asks, uncertain of the icy tone you’d taken on when interrupting him. 

“My address is in your GPS,” you say quietly, then repeat yourself. “Take me home.”

“But-“ Satoru whispers, but you shake your head almost violently. 

“Now. Or I’ll walk,” you threaten lowly, and that’s all it takes for him to listen. The rest of the car ride is spent in silence until he reaches your apartment. You’re out of the car before he can say your name, and he’s following you before he can even ask himself why. 

He’s right behind you as you go into your kitchen, watching in surprise as you pull out a large bottle of wine from the fridge while simultaneously throwing open a cabinet next to the refrigerator in order to pull out a wine glass. You pull the cork out, fill the glass, and empty it in one go before refilling it again.  

Tentatively, Satoru says, “Please, I just — I think I’m in love with you. Can’t we talk about this?” and you laugh borderline hysterically. 

“And say what?! What do you expect of me, Gojo?” you ask, your tone harsh enough to make him flinch, but he answers you anyway. 

“I… I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says softly, feeling smaller than he ever had before. 

You laugh again, this time less hysterically and more in disbelief. “No,” You say, and Satoru blinks in shock. 

“What? N-No?” He asks, voice shaky. 

“No!” you snap icily, turning back to your wine. You empty your glass again as Satoru begins to reflect on the situation at hand; it’s bitterly ironic, the deja vū he’s feeling. This conversation is brutally close to the first time he’d asked you out all those months ago with the sole goal in mind being getting in your pants and ditching you, whether that meant hurting you in the process or not. How poetically cruel ( and simultaneously deserved ) that he’s the one hurt in the end. 

“Can I ask why?” he finally asks, and you turn around tk face him again, your eyes wild and cold. 

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” you growl, and he lifts his hands in surrender while nodding in agreement. 

“I know that, I just—“ Satoru swallows hard. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Do something wrong? God, Gojo, yes! You asked me to be your fucking girlfriend — I literally said before we ever fucked that you couldn’t catch feelings, what is wrong with you?!

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispers, his chest filled with a stabbing pain he’d nkt ever expected to experience while in your company.

“What does that matter now?! This thing we’ve been doing is over,” you mutter, taking a long drink of your wine. Satoru’s eyes widen exponentially, and the panic begins to set in anew. 

“Over?!” he exclaims, shaking his head a little, and you scoff.

“Of course it’s over!” You snap angrily, pointing at him accusingly. “You ruined it! Feelings were never supposed to be involved!”

Satoru wilts completely. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, just as quietly as before, and you sigh audibly as you lean against the counter. 

“An apology won’t fix this,” you say bitterly. Satoru wants to argue, wants to assure you that he can be good and do better, that the two of you don’t have to stop seeing each other, but he’s instead startled when the door to the entry hall opens without warning, and he spins to glance at the doorway like whoever came in is intruding as you groan and cross your arms after putting down your wine, covering your eyes with one hand at the same time. 

“C’mon Yuuji, kick your shoes off under the coat rack,” a deep voice rumbles, and a man with pink hair strolls in like he owns the place. Satoru would be extremely alarmed if you’d seemed so yourself, but you made no move to react, apparently used to the man being in your apartment. “I’m gonna grab a beer from the kitchen and see if she’s home yet.” His eyebrows raise with ill-concealed interest when he finally lays them on Satoru. “And who are you?”

“Who are you?” Satoru parrots quietly, a sickening feeling twisting his stomach as his mind thinks up just what scenario could lead to a random man in your apartment — but was he random?

Roommates. Please, please just be roommates, Satoru finds himself begging in his kind, though no one could hear him. 

“I’m one of the two people on the lease of this apartment, and the boyfriend of the woman behind you,” the man says, narrowing his eyes; a jolt of nausea stabs through Satoru’s stomach. “I’ll ask again: who are you?”

“He’s no one, Sukuna,” you mutter, sounding annoyed. Yet another sharp pain shocks through Satoru’s chest, and he turns back to look at you in disbelief as you walk past him and wrap your arms around Sukuna’s waist, hugging him. Your voice is muffled by his chest when you say, “Welcome home, baby,” and he kisses the crown of your head and you let go, drifting over to the younger looking ( also very confused and clearly a little uncomfortable ) boy who resembles ‘Sukuna’. “C’mon Yuuji, help me set up the new console Sukuna and I got last Friday.”

The teenager follows without hesitation, the awkwardness on his face from the odd altercation fading as he starts talking to you excitedly about some boy in his Biology II class he thinks is cute, and suddenly Satoru is left alone with Sukuna. The other man is staring at him, and it's making him uncomfortable. 

“Y’slept with her?” he asks finally, and again Satoru is startled. He just slowly nods, and Sukuna shrugs and moves past him to the fridge, fishing out a beer and popping the top off before taking a large swig. “No big deal. You’re not the first she’s run around with.”

Satoru’s startled all over again. “You… don’t care?”

“Oh, I absolutely care! I’ll have you know I’m a damn jealous man — but I know I’ve got nothing to worry about,” Sukuna chuckles, looking completely unbothered as he shrugs again. “She’s my woman after all — has been since junior high.” He laughs, takes another drink, and continues while making his way over to the bottle of wine and the half empty glass she’d left on the counter. “Hell, she even officially adopted my kid brother with me when our grandfather died last year — Pretty sure she and I are set.”

Satoru feels sick, and he wants to go home. He understands now, he realizes that he never had a claim to your heart at all. God, he was an idiot. 

Sukuna hums slightly in thought, tipping his head to the side ever so slightly. “Her sleeping around every now and then makes the sex better though. Every now and then we’ll agree we wanna spice things up, and she’ll pick some poor idiot to fuck. It makes me angry, gets me all jealous and possessive, and since we both love it when I fuck her like I hate her — even if that couldn’t be farther from the truth — it’s a double win.”

“So you just — you cheat on each other just to boost your sex?” Satory asks, completely in disbelief. Sukuna just scoffs and shakes his head, knocking back the rest of his beer before chasing it with the remnants of what you had left in your wine glass before crossing his arms.

“Nah, she’s it for me — never been interested in anyone else. Besides, I know she’ll always come back to me. She’s proven that today, hasn’t she?”

That stung — but he wasn’t wrong. You had proven yourself to your boyfriend again, and Satoru looked like nothing but a fool. 

“Go home, Gojo,” Sukuna finally says, finally sounding annoyed. It seems his patience with Satoru being in his home has run as thin as possible. “She’s never going to love you, so leave. There’s nothing for you here.”

Absently Satoru wonders how Sukuna could possibly know his name when he’d never given it, until he registers that Sukuna must have known the entire time who he was because you’d told him about him, and didn’t that just make it worse? He’d been an idiot, had been so damn sure that you’d love him back. 

Fuck. Just like before, Gojo Satoru was not nervous. 

He was heartbroken instead. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[minus-plus-zer0]

💐 Fiance Headcanons 💐

♡ Genre: Fluff, tiny bit suggestive ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou was over the moon when you said yes to his proposal.

And you better believe HE was gonna be the one proposing. He wanted to be first place in everything in life. He'd be the first one to kiss you, the first to invite you out on a date, the first to ask you to move in-together, etc. He was always one step ahead of you, you could never ask first. He's competitive like that. All your firsts are now his, but never forget that all his firsts are yours too. His lips are only for you! Morning breath or not...

Bakugou knows what he wants and he knows he has always needed you by his side, maybe even more than you needed him. He really couldn't imagine his future without you given everything you've been through together. It wouldn't make any sense not being with his best friend.

So when he popped the question, you best believe his heart was racing more than it had for any fight he'd ever encountered. This yes-or-no question felt like a life-or-death situation. His happiness hung in the balance from your response.

But you loved him very much, and you knew he would stay by your side forever and make you happy in a way nobody else could. So you gave him a million rapid-fire yeses, and he kissed your silly face to kingdom come.

After the proposal, he boasted to everyone and anyone about his upcoming marriage. It's tiring how cute he can be. He's gotta share the news with everyone, rub it into their faces how much better your love is than theirs. It's just like when you two started dating, he wanted everyone to know that you were both off the market FAST.

(Technically he was never on the market for anybody but you but it's better to make it official, you know?)

His parents adore you but they still argue with Bakugou every now and again. You try and convince them to be sweeter to him, you don't want anything to ruin his day. That only worsens their bias towards you so your efforts kinda fail, but it's the thought that counts!

You both have to do a lot of planning for your future together ahead. He's ready to make this wedding the best of the best, like nobody's ever seen. You've got your own set of dreams as you coo over some romantic wedding ideas and cake toppers, while Bakugou takes note of what you like most. Little does he know, you're doing the same to him. After all, its his special day too!

But sometimes you disagree on how the wedding should go, or what kind of food to order. One of the biggest disagreements is on who to invite to the wedding. Bakugou wanted to install a million different rules regarding who can and cannot come, what they can do, what they can't say, etc. It was all too much. If the bridezilla stereotype really exists, then Bakugou embodies it.

It's around this time that your friends from the Bakusquad really start helping out. You've got a lot of shoulders to lean on for emotional and technical support. However, there is such thing as too many cooks in the kitchen. Bakugou reins them in when they start acting like they're planning their own wedding. He knew it was going too far when Kaminari started wanting the whole event to play his personal dubstep mixtape and Ashido wanted to get rid of all the spicy food. If Bakugou didn't veto their ideas, they might've walked all over you with their good intentions.

Bakugou doesn't want a traditional bachelor party before the wedding, regardless of whether or not that's common in Japan. It's just definitely not his thing. He doesn't like the sexual stuff associated with it and he doesn't agree with how it celebrates your supposed "last day of freedom" in a relationship. To be honest, he wants you to avoid it too.

Instead, you probably have two separate normal parties with your own circles of friends that are the same gender as y'all. Ashido remarks that this is still functionally similar to most normal bachelor(ette) parties, but whatever. You're with your buddies, Bakugou is with the boys of the Bakusquad, and even though you're separated he's texting you saying he wishes you were there with him because he's gloating to his friends about how good your relationship is but they're not believing him and it's pissing him off. Please, please, please come home.

Bakugou is essentially forced at gunpoint to have a good time. They're probably hit up some restaurants with spicy food challenges to see how far he can go without killing himself before the wedding. Don't worry, he'll keep himself in one piece so you'll still have a man to marry by the end of it. The others, however, don't stand a chance. They'll be dead by morning.

Later on, you're planning out your wedding attire before the big day and Bakugou's not allowed to see it but you're texting him and teasing him about what it could possibly be. It gets a little steamy at times, with him guessing at EVERYTHING you could be wearing, but sometimes he gets his guesses hilariously wrong. His mind goes places.

You're also planning out your honeymoon together, but there's so many places you'd wanna go that it's hard to pick. Since Bakugou is such a rich Pro Hero and all, you have a world of options to choose from. It doesn't have to be limited to one location, you could do a whole tour of places if you wanted. Bakugou definitely wants to get out there and see some sights with you, maybe show you around a couple of the tallest mountains around the world and see what you think of them. Or he'd wanna find a nice, temporary beach house and settle there, watching the waves with you as you skip stones across the water. He'll cheat by using his Explosion Quirk to make it skip farther, so your Quirk better be able to match that. But no matter what, he'll still say he won in the end, and argue with you until you agree.

With this much planning, you know that the wedding itself will be something to remember.

[cocteaucherry]

co!worker nanami x reader

cws-perv nanami, pillow humping, masterbating (m), nanami being just pathetic overall, not proofread

(a/n- silly thing I wrote a few weeks ago

co!worker nanami who physically can’t be around you for too long.

It’s almost like an allergic reaction, his throat starts to close, his heart rate intensed and his skin turns a bright plush pink.

“Nanami-san! Do you think you can read through these papers for me?”

This was only one of the few times you ever spoke to him and Nanami automatically perked up.

“Y-yeah! No problem!” Smoothe he thought to himself mentally hoping he could take that out of the air.

“Great, just let me know!”

He watched you walk away, his eyes drawn to the sway of your hips and the way your pencil skirt hugged your ass

Nanami felt like- no WAS a perv for you and he didn’t appreciate his mind at all, you were a kind, classy person he didn’t need his mind to defile your image.

He felt the forbidden twitch his his slacks causing him to readjust his waistband, “fuck..” he whispered to himself glancing at the clock, he could last a few more hours only one more interaction with you.

You eventually came to get your paperwork back and his small talk mad wasn’t horrible just a few ‘no problems’ and ‘yeses’

When six pm hit his watch he was already packed up and ready to go, he made his way to the elevator strangely no one else was heading towards the elevator.

He was ready to finally exhale before he heard your voice, “Hold the door please!” Without thinking his hand stuck through the crack of the door it automatically opening to reveal your flushed face,

“Not now not now..” he scolded his mind immediately bringing his suitcase to cover the very apparent bulge in his slacks.

“Thank you Nanami-San! So any plans tonight?” You asked, stepping into the elevator as the first floor button dinged.

planning on fucking my pillow and hand thinking of you

The door closed and nanami cleared his throat, “Just gonna relax like usual,”

“Ah, forgive me for asking personal questions, how come you never go out drinking with us on Friday’s?”

Truth be told he never cared much for drinking with his colleagues but he’d surely change his opinion if you invited him.

“Never am interested, I don't choose to see anyone from my workplace during off hours.”

“Well I guess I can understand that, I’ll see you tomorrow I guess!” That damn smile you put on your face was too much, God he was such a freak.

“F-fuck..” the bed continued to creak under his movements as he thrusted into his folded pillow, his hands gripped the sides of the pillow imagining it was your plush hips and not this damn pillow.

He shut his eyes trying to imagine your intoxicating scent in that elevator, precum oozed into his pillow as he picked up the half finished bottle of lube squirting it onto his weeping cock.

Yup his pillow was done for sure.

“Damnit, keep fucking me- keep fucking-“ he grabbed his cock focusing on stroking only his top and giving his balls a tight squeeze.

A guttural groan came from his lips as he hunched over his abs clenching as he felt his hot seed spill onto his abs and his pillow. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he hummed slapping his softening cock on the pillow immagining it was your bruised soft ass.

A sigh left his mouth as he stood up walking towards his personal bathroom, he leaned on his counter staring at himself in post- nut clarity.

Why the fuck was he so pathetic?

[munson-blurbs]

The ending was adorable 🥹 Everyone is going to ask for the proposal and the wedding and all that amazing stuff… but I really want to see the Disney trip and Wayne on Its a Small World 😂

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: The whole Munson clan embarks on their first trip to Disney World; as expected, it's filled with both magic and mayhem.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: Also requested by @tvserie-s-world!

June 2002

The Munson chaos, as it turns out, is not limited to Hawkins. It tags along everywhere, including family vacations.

Especially family vacations.

“Babe, where’s the sunscreen?” “I wanna see Mickey!” “Ed, have you seen my hat?” “I’m hungry!”

Taking a deep breath, you toss Eddie the bottle of Coppertone, remind Harris that you actually had to get to the Magic Kingdom before seeing any of the characters, find Wayne’s ball cap in the bottom of his suitcase, and scrounge up a baggy of Cheerios for Hendrix. 

“Okay, are we ready to go?”

Your question is met with an emphatic chorus of yeses as the five of you leave the hotel room and make a beeline for the shuttle bus. 

Eddie tries to scoop Hendrix into his arms; try as he might, your two-year-old’s chubby legs just can’t carry him very far, very fast. He scrunches up his face and squirms out of Eddie’s grasp. 

“Wan’ walk!” Hendrix pouts, lower lip jutting out in sheer defiance. 

An exasperated sigh escapes Eddie’s lips. “There’s gonna be a lot of walking later, buddy.” But he knows there’s no sense in arguing, and he settles for holding the boy’s hand. He’s heard tales of Disney meltdowns, but he was hoping to avoid one before the day even started. 

The Florida heat is no joke. It envelops you like a casing, and you’re grateful for the air conditioned bus. Everyone sits down, Hendrix on your lap, and you lean in to discuss the day’s plans. 

“So,” you begin, “I really want to get a picture of all of us in front of the castle. After that, we can split up. I know Harris wants to ride Space Mountain—”

“And Splash Mountain and Big Thunder,” he interjects, a seriousness in his eyes. As though you could have forgotten—all he’s talked about for weeks are those three rides. 

You nod in acknowledgment. “One thing at a time.” The reminder is gentle, a nudge to keep him focused on a single goal so he didn’t overwhelm himself. Turning back to the group, you continue the rundown. “Wayne, you’re fine taking Hendrix on a few rides by yourself?”

The older man grins. “Can’t wait to have that damn doll song stuck in my head.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie raise his hand. 

“Yes?”

“I’m actually gonna sit Space Mountain out,” he says, sheepishness seeping into his cheeks. “So I can go with Wayne and Hendrix, and then we can all meet up after.”

Harris looks at his father in bewilderment. “Dad, are you afraid?”

“N-No!” Eddie sputters, sighing when you shoot him a glare that tells him to be honest. “I mean, yeah, a little. But you and Mom should still go on it.”

“It’s just you and me, kiddo.” You smile at Harris and return to the task at hand. “And then we’ll all go on the Peter Pan ride together before we grab lunch.”

Everyone nods in agreement, though you know that actually executing the idea will be much more of a challenge. You take the win for now, climbing off of the bus with Hendrix in your arms with the rest of the family behind you.

A jovial melody surrounds you as you enter the Magic Kingdom, putting some extra pep in your step. You feel the excitement building; not just from the boys, but from the adults, too. Neither Eddie nor Wayne have been here before, and they’re just as eager to start the vacation.

Your breath hitches as you make your way down Main Street, U.S.A. and Cinderella Castle finally comes into view.

“I’ll be damned,” Wayne mutters under his breath, his voice breaking slightly. “Looks just like the movie.”

You reach out and take Eddie’s hand, squeezing it gently as the five of you take in the sight. Tears blur your vision, and you can only imagine that Eddie’s experiencing the same.

We did it. We’re at Disney World with our family.

You manage to stave off the tears long enough to ask a Cast Member to snap a photo with your disposable Kodak camera. 

“Say cheese!” The woman chirps with a smile of her own, and you all comply–even Wayne.

As soon as the shutter clicks, the usual pandemonium resumes. Harris is tugging on your hand and dragging you towards Tomorrowland. 

“Remember, Har,” you say, “we might have to wait in line for a while.” It’s a concept you thoroughly went over prior to the trip, but it never hurts to remind him.

Since you’d started out early, the queue isn’t terribly long; nothing that can’t be handled with a few rounds of I Spy. Before you know it, you’re boarding your tiny rocketship right behind Harris. The ten-year-old is practically bouncing out of his seat, and you’re more than grateful for the lap bar holding him in place.

Harris squeals with delight at each banked turn, even putting his hands in the air as he gets braver towards the end of the ride. Adrenaline buzzes through him when the ride comes to a stop, and he darts for the exit.

“Wait for me!” You call out, and he pauses until you get your very not ten-year-old body out of the cramped vehicle. It used to be a lot easier to stand up when you were his age, but you eventually catch up with Harris to head to Fantasyland.

What you find there is the last thing you would have imagined.

Eddie walks out of one of the myriad gift shops, with Hendrix in his arms and Wayne beside both of them. Your younger son has a pair of Mickey Mouse ears on his head, and one in his hands–for Harris, you assume–but what’s out of the ordinary is what the men are wearing.

“Oh…my…god!” You cackle, and Harris joins you when he sees his dad and grandpa wearing matching tall Goofy hats, the floppy ears swaying against their cheeks.

Eddie grins, doing a small spin that proves more difficult when carrying a two-year-old. “How do we look?” He asks.

Stifling further laughter, you shake your head. “Incredible.” When you reach him, you give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now.”

“I think that says more about you than it does me, Sweetheart.”

Harris takes his souvenir from his little brother and slides the string under his chin. Both of them look absolutely precious, and you snap another picture before either can protest.

“Oh, one last thing.” Eddie reaches into a mouse-printed bag and pulls out a gold plastic tiara, covered in glitter with a photo of Belle in the center. He carefully places it atop your head and you secure it against your scalp. “There,” he murmurs, “pretty like a princess.”

A warmth settles into you that is unrelated to the humidity. You swear you could gaze into his eyes for an eternity, losing yourself in the hazel flecks that accentuated the chocolate irises—

“It’s Mickey!”

You follow where Hendrix is pointing; sure enough, the world’s most famous mouse was walking to a designated spot, flanked by an entourage of handlers. It’s the opposite direction of Peter Pan’s Flight, but you’re not about to compete with Mickey Mouse himself. 

Hendrix’s jubilation wanes as he gets closer to the character, chubby fingers digging into Eddie’s biceps. When he reaches the front of the line, he begins outright wailing, face buried in his dad’s shirt. 

Frowning, you try to peel him away. “Hendrix, it’s our turn!” You tell him, trying to rebuild the excitement with no success. “Don’t you wanna meet Mickey?”

“Too scary!” He sobs, his little body shaking with fear. 

You look at your husband, pushing away the urge to freeze up and throw a tantrum of your own. “Okay, I’ll take Hendrix; you and Wayne stay with Har—”

But Harris is faster, nudging between you and Eddie to place a hand on his brother’s back. “Hen, you don’t have to be scared. I’m gonna be right there with you.” He glances at Mickey, then back at Hendrix. “I know he’s a lot bigger than on TV, but he’s not going to hurt you.”

The crying subsides, save for a few hiccups. Hendrix sloppily wipes at his damp cheeks and holds his arms out so Harris can take him. They walk hand-in-hand, the youngest Munson glued to his big brother’s side. 

Harris waves at Mickey, imploring Hendrix to do the same. He obliges, albeit timidly, but there’s no mistaking the joyful giggle that escapes him when Mickey returns the gesture. 

Eddie laces his fingers with yours, metal rings warm from the summer sun. “Can you get a picture of this?” You nod and reluctantly let go of him, forever capturing the moment with the click of a button. 

The rest of the day is spent waiting in line, riding attractions with colorful scenery, scarfing down Mickey-shaped food items, and taking a much-needed midday nap at the hotel. The sleep recharges you enough to head back out to the park after dinner.

The sun begins to set, though the temperature barely drops a single degree. Your group finds a bench right outside Liberty Square. Wayne sits with Hendrix on his lap, Eddie next to him, and you take a seat at the end. Harris stays standing, leaning against the wooden back only to help him get his jumps out. 

“Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls!” A cheerful disembodied voice comes over the park’s sound system. “Our fireworks presentation, Fantasy in the Sky, is about to begin. Thank you!”

You dig in your bag and pull out some wax earplugs for Harris. Hendrix extends his hand for his own pair, always wanting to be just like his big brother. 

Fireworks light up the sky, bright pink and blue and green hues that leave wispy trails of smoke in their wake. Harris keeps his fingers pressed to his ears to block out any additional noise, but it doesn’t detract from the smile on his face. 

Perhaps the only person more enamored with the show is Wayne. The lights illuminate his awe-struck face, mouth agape, as though he’s in disbelief of the magic surrounding him. 

Eddie leans down to kiss your forehead and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Havin’ a good time, Sweetheart?” he mumbles against your skin. 

You nod, looking up and pressing your lips to his cheek. “Are you?”

He takes in the sight of his sons and his uncle, together in a place he’s only ever dreamed of visiting. And he has you by his side; more than that, you are the reason he’s here at all. 

“I’ve never been happier.”

--

[callsign-joyride]

For SOS..#19 with Bob..beach sex after hangman makes “baby on board virgin Bob” joke

Like a Virgin | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: An insulting joke turns into you and Bob sneaking off/

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), public sex, unprotected p in v, mentions of a threesome

Prompt: "Kiss me."

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

You and Bob had been dating for a few months, and you were pretty much in love with each other. Trivia nights and karaoke at The Hard Deck let you meet the Dagger Squad, and you had taken to close friendships with Phoenix and Rooster in particular, but you were on fairly good terms with everyone. You were about to lay on the couch and order a pizza when Bob called. It was kind of strange, considering he never really called around dinner, but you didn’t mind. When you answered, he asked what you were up to.

“Just about to order a pizza and watch a few movies, why?”

“Okay. I know it’s last minute but we’re having a cookout and bonfire at the beach. D’you wanna come? Rooster’s gonna grill.”

“Sure! What time?”

“Around six. I can pick you up, if you want. We’ll be behind The Hard Deck.”

“Sure, that sounds good. Okay, I’ll start getting ready. See you in a bit.”

It took a few minutes for you to get a bag ready for the beach and Bob came to pick you up closer to six. You waved to Phoenix as she was passing a ball back and forth with Fanboy. The burgers that Rooster made were delicious, and you went into The Hard Deck with Phoenix and Bob to get drinks for everyone. Payback brought fireworks and everyone messed with those until late into the evening.

“Poor baby on board here is pushing thirty and still a virgin,” a very drunk Hangman said. You glanced over at Bob and saw him put his head in his hands. A beat of silence passed over the group before Hangman cleared his throat and said, “That was supposed to be a joke,”. 

“Who wants to get in the water?” Rooster asked. A chorus of yeses was heard and you got up, taking Bob’s hand and heading to the water. Of course, you knew that Hangman’s attempts at jokes usually leaned more towards cruelty than anything else. But Bob seemed more quiet than he usually was while the two of you swam to a cove.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked with your arms wrapped around Bob’s neck. 

“Not really much to talk about. I’m the butt of every joke because I’m quiet. Pretty much all there is to it. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t made a woman cum in like five years. Maybe I should’ve used that as a comeback, I don’t know.”

In the distance, you could hear Phoenix shrieking about Rooster throwing her in the water. 

“We could prove him wrong, y’know?” You asked.

“Who, Hangman?”

You hummed a yes before palming Bob through his swim trunks. He groaned and started to grind himself into you. The water was about four feet deep, so no one would be able to see what you were doing to Bob if they swam by. 

“Kiss me,” he said. You obliged and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He tightly wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you as you wrapped your legs around him. You broke apart for air and giggled as Bob started to walk further into the cove with you in his arms. He leaned against the wall so that your back wouldn’t get scratched up from the rocks. You let out a small moan as you felt him grind his bulge against you.

Your legs were tightly wrapped around him as he pulled his swimtrunks down and moved your swimsuit bottoms to the side. The rush of the waves and the current was almost enough to cover up the noises that you were making as Bob ran his hand through your folds.

“Always ready for me,” he said. You moaned into his ear as he slowly slid his dick inside of you. He did most of the work as you kept your legs wrapped around him and he moved you up and down on his cock. You weren’t paying attention as the faint laughter from the rest of the group died down, and you definitely weren’t paying attention when Hangman swam up to the cove.

“What are you guys - oh,” he said. You turned your head at his presence and glared at him. Bob was sill pumping in and out of you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“You gonna join us or just watch?” Bob asked. You were a moaning mess as Bob pounded into you, otherwise you would’ve laughed.

“I think I’m good, man. Was just gonna tell you that we’re headed back to shore. God, I need a drink.”

Hangman swam away and Bob was relentless as he pounded into you and harshly rubbed your clit to get you off faster. You moaned into his mouth as you came and he slowed down before pulling out of you and setting you down.

“You didn’t-,”

“It’s okay. Let’s get home.”

Everyone was staring when you and Bob got back to the shore, and you let out a small chuckle as Bob walked with you to the rest of the group. Everyone was starting to put things away and decide who was going to take the leftover alcohol. You put a few seltzers in the back of Bob’s car and said goodnight to everyone before he took you home.’

“Can you pull over?” You asked after a few songs on the radio played.

“Yeah…”

You were still close to the beach so there was some sand on the side of the road as he pulled over. As soon as he looked at you, you reached into his swim trunks and pulled his semi hard cock out. 

“You really don’t have to - oh fuck,” he said as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. He leaned his head back and groaned as you hollowed your cheeks around him and he came in your mouth. You looked into his eyes as you swallowed his spend and leaned up to kiss him. Heat was rushing up his chest and he tucked himself back into his swim trunks before starting the car again. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and gave you a hug.

“I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Get some sleep. I don’t want you tired at work tomorrow.”

You give him a quick kiss before heading inside and locking the door behind you. He stayed true to his word and texted you when he got home, joking that he wanted to have a threesome with Hangman being the third person. Of course, you knew that he was joking, but you weren’t opposed to the idea as you started to type a long message to him, but you deleted it before hitting send.

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[luveline]

hi honey!! i sent this in a while ago but since you’re asking for baby blurbs… hi!!! i loved the bodyguard! sirius au!! can i request something where r is sick and bodyguard! sirius takes care of her?? thanks jade <33

thank you for your request!! ♥︎ bodygaurd!sirius x fem!reader

"Get out of my room." 

"Or what? You'll call mummy?" 

Sirius sits himself down on the edge of your bed, hands far back to really stretch out. You pull your quilts up to your nose to cover your gross face from his analysis. 

"I might." 

"And when she comes around trying to spoon-feed you Campbell's?" 

You groan just thinking about it and hide your face from him completely. Your throat aches, your mouth feels like a strip of sandpaper, your eyes have burned all morning. Everything is slightly shitty. Combined, it really sucks the life out of you. Sirius' joking, while funny, boasts a terrifying possibility. 

"Please don't call my mum," you say quietly. 

There's a small silence. The quilts get pulled down to your lap, Sirius' concerned face taking up your vision. 

"Hey," he says, softer now. "I won't. Checklist?" 

You nod. Sirius nods in turn, and then he goes down the list. Bodily harm, cuts, bruises, vomiting, diarrhoea, potential organ failure. All nos. Headache, runny nose, congestion, dry lips, sore throat? All yeses. 

"And…" 

"What, angel?" 

You swallow nothing. "My eyes are really hurting me." 

Sirius sits back. You think he might make fun of you for being so childish about everything —it's only a cold— and that worry amplifies when he stands. Thankfully he doesn't leave, just makes his way into your bathroom. He's been in there a hundred times before and he knows his way around. He's out quickly, a soaked flannel in hand. It's warm. 

"Lay that over your eyes, yeah? Just for a while. I'm gonna go find you some provisions." 

"Provisions?" you ask, accepting the flannel. It's quite hot, though not hot enough to burn your fingers. 

Sirius retreats out of your room. You bring the flannel yo your eyes and are immediately soothed, so soothed you sink back into your clammy pillowcase and doze off. You aren't sure how long you've been snoozing for when a lithe hand strokes your jaw. A short, sweet touch. 

"Come on, doll. You need to drink some water for me, and then you can go right back to sleep if you want to." 

"You shouldn't look at me," you say groggily. 

"I'm always looking at you." 

"I know. It doesn't make any sense." 

"It makes sense," he says.

He pushes the flannel up to your forehead and, melting you to the bone, draws a line under your damp eyelashes. I'm really sick, you think. I'm hallucinating. I'm as ill as a person can be. But no, Sirius' touch is real. He grins at you, a sharp smile but never cruel. 

"It makes sense. You just don't get it yet." Sirius taps your arm. "Come on, sit up, drink your water. Flowers need watering, right?"

You groan and cover your face with both hands. He'll get his way eventually. He always does.

[fallingforel]

Louis and 70 pls 💗💗💗

A/N good morning, afternoon and evening (have to cover all bases because who knows where people may be in the world its evening for me loves 🫶) of course I would be glad to write this for you (sorry it took me so long to get round to it) on with the showww. OH and I'm gonna make you part of 1d in this hehhehe

PROMPT 70:“I don’t want you… I need you.”

Words: 1,094

warnings: mentions of death via car accident, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sick, mentions of sex its a generally fluff piece though so hope you enjoy.

Life was great at the moment, I was living life to the heights I'd never thought I'd get to 3 years ago when I was a little 19 year old who just lost both parents in a car crash to a teenage drunk driver who knew no better than what I did at that age, I performed on the x-factor stage after my mum told me to "chase your dreams sweetheart" getting me to where I am now. In a band with 5 boys we love performing every night recording our albums and I get to do it with my best friends in tow.

"So. If you guys didn't know. One of our band members has a birthday tomorrow, but we're not playing a show tomorrow. So can you make this show extra special for us? Her family couldn't be here tonight, because they're in better places. So can you make her feel superrr loved for us?" Louis asked the crowd that we were performing to in stockholm tonight. They screamed back.

"You know I think I see a sign over there that says Y/n we love you, we can be your family, there's another one that says We love you y/n happy birthday. There's another one that says I love Y/n more than free wifi. Wow Y/n you are getting the love tonight" Louis said making the crowd scream loud at that part.

"I think we should sing Happy Birthday to Y/n don't you think?" Harry asks which earns multiple yeses from the boys and screams erupting from the crowd and a shake of the head from me.

"okay okay. 3, 2, 1"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"

"I think that's the loudest happy birthday I've ever had. Thank you. Now time for one of our fans favourites this is teenage dirtbag"

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Running off the stage on our Very high high.

"LOUIS!!!" "Y/n, Love you did so great" Is all he says before he's pulling me into a very big hug and swooping me up into the air and then finally putting me down and letting go after much protest on his behalf but me saying I can't breathe did the job

"Thank you for that happy birthday. It was honestly the most love I've ever felt from one of our shows." "yeah well it was all for you and you did it. Happy birthday love" "thank you Louis" Is all I say before I'm pulling him into a hug again in which he wraps his arms around my torso and placing chaste kisses on top of my head.

"And you mean to tell me they aren't together?" Niall speaks up from beside Harry where they are both watching Louis and I from the wall just a few feet out of earshot. But I still heard it. "Yes we are very much not together."

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Louis and I decided to go out to celebrate my birthday, wanting to bring in my 22nd birthday with me. As I had no-one to have a phone call from so Louis decided to take my mind off of it and go celebrate. The other boys were too tired to celebrate I don't blame them so it was just Louis and I

"Lou it's getting late its like 3, we should probably get back. I'm gonna spew my guts if i drink another drop" "yeah that's probably wise me too, come on then dove" "That's a new one?" "yeah, they represent peace and that's what you've always shown. Even when you found out who hit your parents when you racked up the money, you were so calm, you were the one to apologise when you saw how guilty it felt. If that was my mum in the car I'd be saying all kinds of nasty shit to the driver who killed her. Guess that's what I like about ya, dove" "thanks lou but they also represent innocence and purity and I'm none of those two things am I lou?" "No I suppose your not but you do have a pure soul and I guess that is what matters the most" "alright stop with the spirituality mr donny. and lets get back to the tour bus I'm exhausted"

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we get back in and I sit at the kitchen table nursing a whiskey and louis looks at me funny

"what?" "thought you were gonna spew if you drank another drop of alcohol?" "thats different." "how?" "whiskey I can drink slowly, you made me literally DOWN shots" "thats the thing about you that makes me love you Y/n" I just burst out laughing because it wasn't true, the guy I liked had been crushing on ever since 2010 at the first group auditions stage liked me back. "yeah okay" "no I'm being deadly serious" "you're drunk lou. Go to bed" "No, I'm being deadly serious Y/n." "You just want me because your drunk Louis, I'm being serious" "and I'm being serious when I say I want you. Actually no fuck that, I don’t want you… I need you." "Louis you have to mean it because I am not going down that hole of where we mess about like silly fucking teenagers because we're past that point, being teenagers I mean we're fucking adults" "As serious as a heart attack, I love you darling" I jump into his arms where he drowns me into a heavy snog, "Fuck lou. I love you too."

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Last night was one of the best nights ever somehow after everything I ended up in Louis' bunk, the reminder of that was Louis kissing my shoulderbone waking me up from my post-sex slumber "Louis, You seen Y/n" Harry shouts from outside Louis' bunk which earns a giggle from me, ultimately making louis clamping his hand over my mouth. "NAH MATE, HAVEN'T SEEN HER SINCE WE GOT IN LAST NIGHT" I lick his hand that is covering my mouth "DID YOU JUST LICK MY FUCKING HAND!" "Lou who have you got in there?" which makes harry open the bunk, meeting eyes with the both of us "HOLY FUCK. Y/N AND LOUIS FUCKED." which makes the remainder of the boys (excluding louis.) scream from their respectful places on the bus "FINALLY WAS ABOUT FUCKING TIME" and then ultimately zayn says "SHIT NOW WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM FUCKING LIKE RABBITS"

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lets just say that night in stockholm lead to a certain song on four with the same place name, that I wrote.

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end.

[taste-your-silhouette]

I'm seeing you in a whole new light

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x  fem!reader Contents: Fluff Summary: Maneskin is in your state capital and by a stroke of luck, you manage to bring your favorite band to perform in your small hometown, thanks to Ethan. Words: ~1980 The same A/N: Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading.

Your favorite band is about to rock your state capital, but unfortunately, you won't be able to join the party since you live way upstate. You've moved on from the stage of feeling bummed out and furious about missing out. Now, you're embracing it and finding ways to occupy yourself on the day of the show. Have you figured out your action plan to keep yourself occupied and prevent those thoughts of them being close yet distant from clouding your mind?

You're in your city's downtown with your dad today, helping him with some pesky errands and killing time. The two of you went your separate ways, and now you're strolling through the vibrant city all by yourself.

You're not accustomed to the lively city atmosphere with its cacophony of car honks and bustling crowds. People are bustling about, some strolling while others practically sprinting. Just when you thought the day couldn't get any busier, your cell phone rings, adding another layer of chaos to the mix.

"Oh my goodness, what a disaster!" you grumble, keeping your head down as you try to navigate through the crowd without colliding with anyone while answering your phone. Unfortunately, your attempt proves unsuccessful, and you end up colliding with someone, causing both of you to tumble to the ground and face each other.

It's impossible not to recognize who ended up on the ground with you. Right in front of you, sitting on the floor is Ethan!

"Oh, my ass!" he complains, but despite the pain, he maintains a good-natured tone of voice.

You chuckle and agree:

"Yeah, falling on your rear end hurts."

"Let me give you a hand."

Ethan helps you up, and then he starts patting his backside to clean his pants. You do the same, returning your attention to the people and all the chaos around you.

"Sorry, um... I..." you begin to say, but there's so much you want to express that it's impossible not to stutter. "I didn't see you. I was a bit distracted, and... could we take a picture together? Sorry again, it's just that I'm a huge fan of Måneskin, and I didn't realize you guys were already in town. Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend the show, and I wanted to avoid being reminded that you all were around. You arrived well before the concert, right? Anyway, I'm rambling too much. Sorry once again."

"Don't worry, take it easy! I was also walking without paying attention, so I'm partly to blame. Hey, why don't you come with me? Let me treat you to a drink if you'd like, and I can even get you a couple of tickets to the show."

You desperately want to accept and go anywhere with him, and you're about to say a million yeses, but your cell phone rings once again with your father's name displayed prominently on the screen.

"I can't believe I'm gonna pass up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," you mutter to yourself.

"What did you say? Are we going?" Ethan offers a hesitant smile.

"Oh, I really, really want to, but I can't... I live far outside the city, and my dad's waiting for me so we can head back before it gets dark."

"Ohh, I see..." He responds, clearly disappointed.

Ethan starts to glance downwards and around as if searching for the right words in his mind. "Then let me fulfill your request and take the picture you asked for. It's only fair, considering I bumped into you too."

You both take some nice photos, and you've thanked Ethan countless times for being so willing to take pictures with you. You bid each other goodbye, and as you take a few steps away, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath, and asks, "Could I have your phone number?"

"Do you want my phone number? Absolutely!"

Ethan offers you his phone so you can enter your number, and you add your name as well. "Y/N, it's a pleasure!"

When you reunite with your father, he's on the verge of scolding you for being late. To avoid the argument, you melodramatically recount how you fell in the street, conveniently omitting the part about meeting the love of your life, who had no idea you existed until yesterday. But for the next few hours, he'll feel a twinge of pain whenever he sits down and remember you! Even though he probably won't text you, having your phone number is enough.

//

4 days have flown by, and tomorrow is the big Måneskin concert. Ethan still hasn't sent you a text. Despite all your plans to distract yourself from the impending show, everything has been ruined because your thoughts are consumed by the concert and Ethan.

You could have encountered any of the 4 band members, but it was only Ethan, the one you're head over heels for. He's now firmly stuck in your mind, occupying the top spot in your thoughts. The huge poster on the ceiling of his room is his, the first face you see in the morning and the last one before you drift off to sleep. You loved that encounter on the street, but now all you can do is replay that moment in your head and gaze at your phone screen, where a picture of the two of you resides, eagerly awaiting a message from him.

While you're browsing through the other snapshots you've captured, a notification appears from an unfamiliar number:

Y/N? Hey! It's Ethan!

Hoping everything's groovy with you.

OMG, it's ETHAN!!

As you struggle to compose a response, erasing and rewriting it multiple times, he sends another message:

Is this where you reside?

Accompanying the message is a photo of his own house.

And well, it's simply your humble abode.

//

You don't even respond to his message; you simply bolt out of the house and spot Ethan leaning against a sleek black ride right in front of your crib.

Approaching him with a wide grin, you inquire, "How did you track me down? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm just genuinely curious."

Before Ethan can answer, the car's rear window slides halfway down, and Damiano chimes in, "So, you're Y/N? Ethan's been losing his mind ever since he fell on his rear with you." He bursts into laughter. "He wouldn't rest until he figured out how far you live, and when he did..."

"Can you keep it down?" Ethan interrupts Damiano and leads you away from the car, holding your hand gently.

"He can't hold back, he'd spill the beans."

"All of you came here?"

"Yeah, Vic and Thomas went to grab a bite, and Damiano tagged along with me because I needed to see you."

"I..."

"Shh, let me elaborate. Over these past 4 days, I've been on a mission to find you. You mentioned living far away and not being able to attend the show, so I thought I'd bring a piece of the show to you." Ethan concludes with a smile.

"What? Like, seriously? Are you guys going to perform here in this remote place?"

"Yeah! I managed to convince our producer. We'll play a few songs, nothing too extravagant, but at least you'll get a glimpse of the show." Ethan flashes a gentle smile.

You try your best to contain yourself, but upon hearing this, overwhelming happiness fills you up. You start jumping and twirling with joy, unable to contain your emotions. You give Ethan a tight hug and exclaim,

"Thank you so, so much! You have no clue how incredibly happy I am!"

He hugs you back.

"No need to thank me, that's the least I could do after accidentally knocking you down in the middle of a bustling street."

You step back and observe the way Ethan gazes at you as if his eyes are sparkling.

"Well, I've got to go now. Let's get ready. I'll text you the time and location, all right?"

You nod and reply, "Okay, See you later”

Ethan retreats towards the car, still giving you a distinct look, but it's not a negative one.

"See you, Y/N," he says with a smile.

//

You arrive at the spot Ethan instructed you to come at the designated time. It's a quaint little town, and it seems like the entire town has gathered here. Even if they're not familiar with Måneskin, everyone is eager for something out of the ordinary, something different from their usual surroundings.

You make your way to a spot near the impromptu stage and reunite with some friends.

"Can you believe it? Måneskin is right here!" one of them exclaims with immense excitement.

"It's like a surreal dream," another friend remarks.

You simply laugh and nod in agreement, opting not to share what had happened earlier. Instead, you immerse yourself in the pre-show excitement with your friends.

Damiano, Vic, and Thomas emerge from behind the curtain, and Ethan joins them, taking his place on the drums.

His gaze sweeps across the place, landing on you, and he flashes a smile, accompanied by a playful wink.

"Hey everyone, this little gig is dedicated to our newest buddy Y/N!" Damiano announces before launching into a song.

Your friends turn to you, shrieking with excitement, and you join in the ecstatic chorus, letting your screams blend with theirs.

//

The concert was absolutely mind-blowing, it had such an intimate and enchanting vibe like a total dream come true. Once the show ended, you and your friends pick up right where you left off, reliving every moment and sharing all the details. The excitement is contagious as your friends can't contain their screams of joy, and you're equally thrilled, buzzing with the same level of enthusiasm for the incredible performance.

"Will Ethan stay connected with you, Y/N?" one of your friends inquires.

Well, you're not sure, but you're holding onto that hope with all your heart.

Before you can respond, your friend's face suddenly transforms, and as you turn around, you find Ethan standing right behind you.

"Oh, I definitely want to keep connected with Y/N," he says, locking eyes with you and giving a charming smile.

One of your friends discreetly nudges the others away, granting you and Ethan some much-needed privacy.

"Thanks a million for everything, this gig was mind-blowing, I couldn't have even dreamt of this day."

"Don't mention it. We all had a blast, but I gotta admit, I had an extra blast. And I meant every word when I said I wanna stay connected with you."

You flash a smile and momentarily hesitate before reaching up and caressing his cheek tenderly.

"I'm totally up for that," you whisper.

"I wa-"

"Hey Ethan, we gotta bounce!" Damiano shouts, cutting him off.

Ethan simply brushes his knuckles against your cheek and says,

"We'll meet again," he leans closer to your face, "count on it."

He plants a lingering kiss on one of your cheeks and another one on the other cheek, but this time, it's dangerously close to your lips.

"See you, Y/N," he whispers in your ear and strolls away.

You stand there frozen for a few minutes, trying to process everything that just unfolded.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, snapping you back to reality.

You beam with excitement when you see Ethan's name on the notification.

"Every second with you was pure magic... I'm eagerly counting down the minutes until our next rendezvous."

You swiftly type:

"Next time, can you aim that smooch right on target?"

In the blink of an eye, another message arrives:

"That's definitely on my mind."

And so, you both carry on the conversation through messages, followed by marathon phone calls that stretch for hours. Then, one day, you drift off to sleep and wake up to find in front of you a living, breathing Ethan—much better than a simple poster on the ceiling.

[calibabii21]

|| isn't this what you wanted? || reader's choice

pairing: reader's choice idol x fem!reader

genre: smut. just. smut.

warning(s): cunnilingus, brief fingering, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, idol is kinda mean, reader is a slight masochist🌚

wc: 688

author's note: inspired by my girl @neoculturecollectives's optional idol that grabbed my ass by the neck

You'd waited all day for this moment. You were so close to the edge, "yes yes- NO!!" The bliss you were so eagerly chasing was stripped from you in less than a second.

"What the hell- why did you stop?" between your heavy breaths and the tears welling in your eyes, he could tell your defiant tone was a tough act to hide your frustration. Your eyes grow even more pout-like as he clicks his tongue, tsking at you, and shakes his head. "And here I was, about to ask how you wanted to be rewarded."

You begin sputtering to redeem yourself as you try to completely sit your body up, "w-wait" you're silence by a stinging slap to the inside of your thigh. "No, you don't get to speak unless you're begging to cum. Understood?"

Nodding is your response as you wordlessly lay back down, turned on beyond measure. "Look at you. Can't even handle a stern talking to without your cunt gushing like a damn whore." You almost let a whine escape you and squirm to close your legs in "embarrassment".

This time there is a harsher slap to your now sensitive thigh, "keep moving and I'll make it so every time you close your close your legs you won't think of anything but me between them," you feel his breath on your core when he chuckles, "suppose I was gonna do that anyway."

A drawn out moan is tugged out of you as he flat tongue's through your folds. "What did I say about noise?" is tongue doesn't let up despite his words. "you said not to talk, not that I couldn't make noise." Your retort is snappy to his dismay, "and what are you doing right now."

Having had enough of your remarks, he strongarms your body close to him so you're flush against his mouth, "I'm sick of you saying smart shit." You're immediately arching your back and moaning "oh God, c-can I-" but it's too late, you've already released. "I-I'm sorry."

He briefly pulls his face back to bite down on your bruising thighs, "bad girl." He doesn't even allow you any recovery time as his mouth is already back on you, enthusiastically sucking on your clit. "Look at how greedy you are to cum again when you didn't even deserve the first one." His condescending tone is only pushing closer to your second undoing, "since you don't want to listen, now you get to cum until I deem your lesson learned."

Your fingers quickly find themselves in his locks, trying to push his head away, yet your body is grinding itself on his tongue.

"What a needy little slut you are, huh? want to push me away but can't help your pretty little pussy writhing against me, wanting more." Nothing but rapid breaths and whines leave your mouth.

"Speechless? You had so much to say earlier. Isn't this what you wanted?" His tongue is merciless, dipping inside of you then exploring down to your puckered hole which causes your eyes to roll back, "fffuuuuckkk I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming."

You chants are interrupted by his harsh tone, "I heard you the first time, now be a good bitch and cum again for me." Before you can even preach about how you can't, he delivers an unexpected bite to your clit which sends you further over the edge for a third time.

He's already prepared as he replaces his tongue with his fingers and he's curling them up into you like it's his God-given birth right. "You gonna do it for me baby?" He grabs the back of your neck with his free hand to bring you to eye level with him.

"Yeah?" he nods along with you in encouragement, "you gonna give me what I want?" your 'yeses' are slurred as your eyes roll yet again and your head lolls back against his hand.

"Theeere we go baby. That's right, cum like the good girl you are." His fingers don't cease inside of you, "Ohhhh look at that. such a good girl, squirting on daddy's finger like this. So good."

[deke-rivers-1957]

Yeses do a fic of it! That's what I meant.

To this day I'll never know why those tornado sirens didn't go off. If it did maybe all the trauma we all endured would've been prevented. Even though no one died as far as I knew, it was still a traumatic event for all. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I have no idea why my class had to go all the way up to the top floor of a Chicago skyscraper in a room that had nothing but glass pane windows. It's almost like our professor wanted us to be in danger.

Somehow I'm the only one actually facing the window while everyone else was facing the door. That means I'm the only one actually paying attention to what's going on outside. Sure I'm facing the professor as well but I'm not listening to him.

I'm more worried about the sky that keeps getting even darker over time. It's so ominous that I feel like I'm in a nightmare where I'm the only one who can sense the impending danger quickly approaching us.

I end up being proven correct when lightning flashes and I see a man's body being tossed around in the air and a large funnel cloud rapidly forming. I stand up out of my seat so fast, my chair falls over.

"Jacklin what on earth are you doing?"

I point at the window.

"There's a funnel cloud heading right towards the building! We need to get out of the room now!"

I immediately start running out the door to find shelter from the incoming tornado. Then I go back to the room.

"Get to the bathrooms. It's the only place big enough!"

I see my professor lead the class out of the room. That's when I turn and see Jodie staring right out the window.

"Jodie get away from the window!"

He doesn't move and I remember something very important. Jodie has never heard of a tornado. He never learned how to stay safe when there's a tornado warning or what a tornado siren would sound like. Speaking of that, why haven't they gone off?

"Jodie! Move now! The glass is going to cut you to shreds!"

He looks like he's frozen in fear. In the blink of an eye, I manage to get him out of the room and into the hallway just as the tornado hits the building. A bunch of debris falls on top of us and I manage to shield Jodie from it just in time. I don't remember anything after that.

Time Skip

I wake up in the hospital with a cervical collar and oxygen tubes in my nose. I'm not sure what happened to my throat but I can't really talk. I see Jodie and Toby by my bed. It's incredible to see how Jodie is a complete wreck while Toby looks unbothered as usual.

"Oh mah god yer alive!"

Toby turns to Jodie.

"Course she'd be alive Jodie. Ya heard what all 'em doctors said."

"Yeah Ah know but..."

He buries his face in his free hand. I see that his right arm's in a sling. Something very bad must have went down.

"You 'member shieldin Jodie from debris fallin don't ya?"

Ah give Toby a thumbs up.

"Well all 'em first responders found ya an they said all that debris fell right on yer back. Broke a buncha bones in yer spine. Includin the ones in yer neck."

That would definitely explain the cervical collar.

"Jodie got a broken arm cause some debris landed on it but outside a that ya saved him."

Jodie looks up and I can see the tears streaming down his face.

"Don't ya ever do that fer me again! Ah don't want ya ta ever get yerself killed cause a me!"

He gets up and leaves the room. I can't really move my neck but I can hear Toby sigh and sit down in the chair.

"Don't worry bout Jodie. He ain't been doin good bout the whole thing. Feels like it's his fault ya got hurt. Don't seem ta realize that if ya didn't say there was gonna be a tornado headin our way, we all woulda died. Cause that room ended up bein a complete mess wit all the windows bein blown out."

He pats the bed and gets up.

"Better go an make sure he don't hurt himself. Gonna take a long time ta get over this."

I don't know if Toby was actually disturbed by what happened or not. But I did notice that his hands were shaking slightly. Either way he's right. It's going to take a long time to recover. Might as well start now.

An: Thanks for requesting this anon! I had an original draft that got erased because of temporary computer issues so that slowed things down. I had to completely start over.

Tagging: @smokeymountainboy, and @vintagepresley.

[serpentinearchitect17]

Just a short scene I wrote because Zutara has been occupying about 90% of my thoughts lately 😅

Side Note: This scene diverges from canon after the end of the war because damn it, Zuko and Katara will always end up together in whatever context, scene, or story I write. I’m also still working on my full fledged fanfic! I don’t want to give away too many details, but it is a Modern-Day AU with Lunar New Year celebrations, and an extreme amount of fluff and pining. I can’t wait to finally share it! I’m hoping for a late spring/early summer release on AO3, but that may be optimistic because I write about as fast as a snail-sloth.

Anyway, without further ado…

*****

~Zuko’s Favorite Color~

Three years after the end of the 100 Year War, the Gaang meets on Ember Island to spend the week together. Before leaving, Zuko asked Iroh to take over his Fire Lord duties for the time being, just so he could spend his holiday relaxing and enjoying his time with his friends.

They’re all lounging on the beach at the night, drinking tea around a fire.

After slurping her tea and setting the empty cup aside, Toph turns to the group.

“Let’s play a game,” she suggests. “The rules are simple. All you have to do is guess Sparky’s favorite color. The winner gets to have all of their meals paid for by him tomorrow.” She slaps Zuko, who’s sitting next to her, on the back. With a wicked grin, she continues, “And the loser has to plant one on him tonight, with his consent, of course.”

Zuko chokes on his tea. “Hey, wait a minute! None of that is even remotely fair,” he protests, gesturing wildly. He glares at the world’s greatest Earthbender with a scowl. “Either I have to dole out money or I have to give out a kiss. How does any of that benefit me? And why in Agni’s name would we play a game where you all guess my favorite color? It makes so sense!”

Sokka laughs. “Dude, you’re just afraid I’m gonna win and you’re gonna have buy me food. You’ve seen the way I eat - you’ll be out of money by the end of tomorrow!

Snorting, Zuko shakes his head. “Buddy, I think you’re afraid that you’re gonna lose and have to kiss me.”

“Psh, you’d be lucky to kiss me! I’m a real catch, aren’t I, Suki?”

Suki kisses her boyfriend’s cheek and coos, “You sure are.”

Impatiently, Toph sighs. “Are you in or not, Fire Lord? C’mon, you’re among friends. No one’s gonna hurt you. You can back out if you wanna, but I think it’ll be fun.”

Zuko knows she’s right. It’s all in good fun. These are his friends - the ones he’s trusted time and time again. No one would be cruel. Plus, if he’s being honest, he’s hoping that he’ll get to kiss a certain someone tonight. Someone he’s had a crush on for a long time.

“Fine,” Zuko mutters. “Go ahead.”

Toph gleefully rubs her hands together. “Excellent. Does everyone consent to the rules of the game?”

A chorus of ‘yeahs’, ‘yeses’, and ‘yeps’ goes around.

“Sweet,” Toph says. “I’ll go first. Sparky’s favorite color is…blue.”

Sokka nods sagely. “Yep, it’s 100% blue, no doubt about it.”

Suki chimes in with, “I agree. It’s totally blue.”

Aang hums, stroking his chin. “I think blue would be the correct answer here.”

It’s Katara’s turn. She furrows her brows and frowns. “Why are you all saying blue? His favorite color is obviously red! It’s the color of his homeland, and every article of clothing he owns has some shade of red in it!”

Zuko’s cheeks flush to a deep crimson. He feels himself sinking further into the sand. “Um…” he trails off, scrubbing his hands over his face. He’s not even sure how to respond.

Everyone looks at him expectantly.

Toph smirks. “So, Sparky, what is your favorite color?”

He knows he can’t lie. He’s never been able to, and he doesn’t think he could start now. He decides to give in, resigned to his fate.

Peeking between his fingers, he mumbles, “It’s…um…blue.”

Toph laughs uproariously. “Called it! And we all know why! See, you love blue because everything about it reminds you of Sugar Queen.”

Sokka makes a gagging sound, but offers his own explanation. “Blue is the color of her eyes, which you’re constantly drawn to, by the way. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Suki smiles. “Blue is the color of the clothing that she wears.”

Finally, Aang wraps up the conversation with, “Blue is the color of water, which is the element that she bends.”

Katara has been silent this whole time, her entire face highlighted in a lovely, rosy hue. She only has eyes for Zuko right now.

Quietly, she stands from her spot and crosses over to him, sitting down beside him. “Is any of this true?” she asks him softly, an unreadable expression on her face.

A shaky breath leaves his lips, and he nods. “Yeah, all of it,” he answers honestly, feeling his heart thump wildly.

Then, to his complete dismay, she gives him breathtaking smile.

Her ocean blue eyes never leave his as she murmurs, “Now might be a good time to tell you my favorite two colors.” She pauses, leaning over to brush the hair out of his eyes. “Red and gold because they’ll always be a part of you, Zuko. Every time I see those colors, I immediately think of you.”

His gasp is low, but an enormous grin overtakes his face. “Really?”

“Really.” She turns back to the group, who’s been watching with rapt attention. With a gentle smirk, she shrugs. “Guess I lost the game. And I’m nothing if not a gracious loser.”

Zuko hears Sokka snort, but only focuses on Katara.

“Do you really want to kiss me?” he asks nervously, hands clenching the bottom of his tunic to keep them from shaking. “Because I want to kiss you. Spirits, do I ever want to. But, your comfort comes first to me, always. So, we can forget this whole thing if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I want to,” she sighs dreamily. “I’ve been waiting three years. Don’t make me wait any more.”

With that, they both lean and their lips touch. Finally.

As they continue to kiss, Zuko vaguely registers the sounds of claps, hollers, and an indignant whine of, “Dude, that’s my sister!” in the background.

Eventually, Katara pulls back to catch her breath, leaving Zuko in a dazed state.

She giggles, presses a light kiss to his scarred cheek, and says, “I think you may need to tap into the Fire Nation’s budget tomorrow. Your personal finances aren’t going to look so good with all of those mouths to feed.”

His eyes widen and dart to his friends, who all wave back at him smugly.

Groaning, he wraps his arm around her waist to pull her closer.

He addresses the group. “You’re all the worst. But…” he trails off to kiss the top of Katara’s head. “This stupid game was worth it.”

[portaltothevoid]

For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 24 - Break On Through

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: The gang goes through Trailergate.

Word count: 2.8k

Chapter song: Break On Through (To The Other Side) by The Doors

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @earl-greater

They never would have guessed that a Lite Brite would be instrumental in saving their lives and helping them escape a world shrouded in a veil of mysteries. Erica was actually the one to question if Holly, the youngest Wheeler child, had one. Ironically, she had been playing with it downstairs, which Dustin and Lucas “borrowed” from her, being that it was a dire emergency and all. 

Dustin, Erica, and Lucas settled on the floor of Nancy’s room, placing the Lite Brite on her bed, and plugged it in. “Okay, you guys seeing this?” Dustin’s voice could faintly be heard in the abysmal relic of Nancy’s room.

The floating warm-hued glitter appeared on the bed. Kat reached out and ran her fingers through it, causing it to shine brightly in the real world. 

“Holy shit!” Erica faintly exclaimed as Dustin’s laughter echoed around them. 

“We’re not moving it, but we’re gonna unplug it. Stand by!” Dustin informed them as Lucas yanked the plug from its outlet as instructed.

The glowing light dimmed, but trails of light could still be seen floating. “Try it now!” Dustin called out. 

Kat nodded. She looked around the group for a suggestion that never came. Everyone was too busy watching her hand, anxiously awaiting to see if this method of communication would even work. She shrugged and wrote out “Hi,” figuring that was as good a place to start as any.

“Hi… hey! Hi! That worked!” Dustin told them. 

“Yes! Yes! HI!” Eddie reiterated leaning closer to where Kat was writing. Choruses of yeses were cheered from the rest of the gang. Robin could only chuckle with glee.

“Okay… um, write… Stuck?” Nancy suggested.

“Yeah, that, uh, pretty much sums it up,” Kat said as she wrote “S. T. U.” with her finger.

“S… T… U…” Lucas spelled out.

“Stu… stupid? Stupid?” Erica and Dustin both guessed.

“C. K.” Kat finished spelling out. 

“Stuck!” They heard Dustin realize. Eddie pursed his lips together and nodded with his whole upper body while going “Mhmm mhmm.” 

“Yes,” Steve agreed.

“We are,” Robin added. 

“Okay, okay… they’re stuck in the Upside Down!” Lucas said.

“You guys can’t get back through Watergate?” Dustin asked.

“Watergate?” Steve questioned. “What the hell’s Watergate?” Kat just sighed and shook her head.

“‘Cause it’s in water and it’s a gate…” Robin said.

“That’s cute,” Eddie commented. 

“Leave it to Dustin,” Kat laughed as she then spelled out ‘guarded.’

“Perfect. Yes, yes, yes!” Steve said while Eddie clapped, cheering Dustin on.

“We think we have a theory that can help with that!” Dustin shared. 

“Genius child,” Robin said.

“Watergate isn’t the only gate. There’s a gate at every murder site.”

“Does… anybody understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy asked. 

“No,” Steve said.

“No idea,” Eddie concurred, shaking his head.

“Oh shit…” Kat whispered, practically inaudibly. Her pause was long enough that Nancy reached around her to send Dustin a question mark.

“Okay. Seriously?! How many times do I have to be right on the money before you trust me?” Dustin yelled.

“Jesus Christ, this kid’s gotta get his ego rechecked,” Steve said.

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie added.

“I know.”

“Oh shit,” Kat repeated a little louder this time.

“Okay, so how far is your trailer?” Nancy asked Eddie.

“Seven miles,” he replied.

“Nancy? Uh, I know your house is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven’t you always had bikes?” Robin asked.

Eddie immediately whipped his head around, looking at Nancy expectantly. She pursed her face, thinking back on what Robin suggested. Her face relaxed when she realized Robin was exactly right.

“Oh! Shit!” Kat said for a third time.

“What? What’s going on? Oh shit what?” Steve asked.

“There’s a gate at every murder site.” Kat repeated.

“Yeah, Dustin said that already. Why’s tha–'' Steve started to say.

“Why’s that…? What do you mean ‘why’s that important’? Don’t you guys realize what this means?!” Kat practically shrieked. She was only met with blank stares. Rubbing her eyes, she huffed out a deep breath. “Vecna picked these people intentionally, right? He sought after the ones with the most pain, who had the most to hide. That energy. Their deaths. It… it… That’s what created the gates! And I know for a damn fact, he’s not opening gates just because he can.” Kat’s mind was racing. Her heart sank at her realization. “We need to get out of here. Now. Nancy, where the hell are those bikes?”

Concerned looks were casted all around. “The garage. Follow me,” Nancy said as she led the group there quickly. 

When they got to the garage, Nancy pulled each bike out one by one. “Shit…” she said as she looked around.

“What? Come on, Nancy. We gotta get going,” Kat rushed.

“There’s only four bikes!” 

“Okay so which house has kids? Don’t tell me this is the only house with bikes,” Kat demanded.

“Across the street,” said Nancy. Kat was opening the garage before the sentence was even finished, but Eddie was quick to grab her arm. 

“Kat, you can’t go by yourself. What if the bats…”

“Eddie, now's not the time. They won’t see me,” she said as she pulled her arm from his grasp.

“But your powers–”

“Are fine. I bounce back quick,” she said as she took off to find herself a bike. Eddie looked back at the group, mouth hanging in uncertainty of what to do, but when he looked back to watch Kat, she was nowhere to be seen.

“Eddie, she’ll be okay,” Steve said, lightly touching his arm to get his attention back inside the garage. They locked eyes for a moment. Steve had a calming, reassuring air about him. Eddie knew he needed to trust Kat. She was the one with defenses after all. They weren’t. 

He gave a single nod before he grabbed a bike and swung his leg over. “Pedal to the metal, I guess,” he said before poking his tongue between his lips and pushing off the ground. Steve followed suit, catching up with Robin and Nancy who had rolled down to the end of the driveway. 

“Should we wait?” Steve called out. 

Out of thin air, Kat appeared, ferociously pedaling out of the neighboring driveway and into the street. “No, you should follow!” she called out to her friends. 

“You heard her, let’s go!” Nancy said. 

“I’m just happy we don’t have to run seven miles,” Robin said before she gained speed. 

With Kat leading the way, the group charged on. They were only three houses down from the Wheeler’s when Kat felt like she just rode into a walk-in freezer. Then she heard the shrieking of a bat. 

Still riding forward, she maintained her balance as she turned around and reached her arm out, turning her wrist as she made a closed fist. The shrieking stopped and the demobat fell to the ground from the light post it was perched on, but she was too late to stop the creature from reporting back to its master. 

“Ten…” the guttural voice rang inside her head.  

“He knows! He knows we’re here!” Kat cried. 

“What?!” Steve shouted back as he pedaled hard to keep up with her.

“Vecna! He knows we’re here! That I’m here! Get as close to me as you can!” she yelled as her friends flanked around here. Closing her eyes for a brief second, she took a deep breath. She felt the energy course through her and expand out from her and around her. “I’m getting us the fuck out of here,” she muttered to herself.

Pure adrenaline was fueling her powers now. She wasn’t ready to fight for her life, to defend everything and everyone she loved. Nothing would stop her from protecting them though. She radiated her energetic shield around all of them. Her focus was only on getting to Eddie’s trailer. To the gate. To home.

The blood dripped from her nose, but they were on the road that led to the trailer park. She couldn’t stop now. She couldn’t give up. She wouldn’t.

“Kat!” Eddie yelled for her. “Kat!” She tore her eyes away from the road ahead to look at him. “We’re almost there. You can’t use up all of your power!” 

Kat just scowled and pedaled forward even harder, pushing herself. 

“Kat, he’s right. We’ll be okay. We need you strong!” Nancy added. 

She ignored their words and kept going. Steve shook his head and sped up enough to get in front of her. He skidded to a stop, causing everyone to do the same. Kat was barely able to keep herself and the bike upright. “What the fuck, Steve! What the hell was that?!” she screamed at him. Whatever wall Kat had built up around them came crashing down. 

“That was me stopping you from hurting yourself. Again,” Steve said between labored breaths. 

“I didn’t hurt myself before. I just–”

“Look. It doesn’t matter, okay? If Vecna knows we’re here… Knows you’re here, he could have sent an army of demogorgons after us and we’d all be dead,” Nancy chimed in. 

“Nancy’s right. If he wanted us dead, we already would be. Don’t worry about us till we get to the trailer, okay? Save your strength,” Steve said.

Kat sighed and slowly turned her head to look at Eddie. Her head bowed almost as if in shame. She knew she was testing her limits. Once upon a time, she was a force to be reckoned with. If it wasn’t for her family’s influence, who knows what that lab would have turned her into. She took another deep breath. Her friends were right. There was no use overexerting her power. After the encounter in the woods, the fact she was even able to shield everyone for almost the whole seven mile bike ride, proves that her powers weren’t going anywhere. It would be better to use them in a fight than to hide. She knew that. 

When her eyes locked with Eddie’s, he got off his bike, letting it fall to the ground behind him. He used his thumbs to wipe the blood away from her nose. Robin’s face scrunched up as she quickly shook her head. “We need you to fight for us. Not hide us,” he whispered softly, taking her face between his palms and the thoughts right from her mind. “Do you understand?”

Any rebuttal she had died in her throat. A fight was looming. A fight was impending. But it wasn’t today. Right now, all they had to do was get through that damn gate. She nodded with her face still cupped in his hands. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Good girl,” he said. His words went unheard by the others. He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs before he briskly walked back to his bike, picking it up off the ground, before he got on it again.

“Okay, okay. Fine. You guys are right,” she said, holding up her hands. “But we still need to keep moving.” She pushed off and started back down the road.

Thunder clapped in the sky. And through the trees, they could see the tattered Creel house. Demobats circle the sky above it. Kat’s insides burned. She gripped the handlebars until her knuckles turned white. Just up ahead was the road to the trailer park.

Eddie took the lead, guiding everyone to his home. “Right here,” he announced when it finally came into view. One by one, everyone dropped their bikes to the ground.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled interdimensionally,” Robin said.

“Just inhaled a bunch of that crap,” Steve coughed, turning on his flashlight as Eddie went to open the door. “It’s stuck in my throat.”

Kat trailed behind the group, glancing over her shoulder. She scanned the sky one last time before stepping inside. Once everyone was inside, they all stopped and stared up at the ceiling. There it was, glowing like a red light at midnight, the gate in all its gooey glory.

“Goddamn,” Steve said, clicking his flashlight off.

“This is where Chrissy died…” Eddie muttered, unable to take his eyes off of the pulsating hole in his ceiling. “Like, right where she died.” Above them, they could hear the wet tendrils of its fibers moving.

“I think there’s something in there…” Robin said nervously. Something pushed down, causing it to bend to whatever it was. 

“What the hell is that?” Eddie whispered. Kat moved herself up in front of the group, using her hands to put them all behind her, just as she had earlier in the woods. Until suddenly, it gave way and came crashing down onto the floor. Everyone jumped back. Robin let out a scream.

As the viscous pieces of the gate fell to the floor and the movement stilled, Steve and Kat inched forward. “No way…” Steve whispered. As they looked up, it was like they were looking down into their own world. Looking down at them from above were the smiling faces of Dustin, Erica, Lucas, and Max.

When Steve’s face came into view, Dustin started to laugh.  “Hi there!” he said, waving.

“Hi,” Steve waved back as everyone else followed suit. 

“Holy shit, this is trippy,” Robin commented. 

Dustin let out a high-pitched, triumphant squeal. “Bada-bada-boom!” he shrieked. “Alright, alright. I’m gonna make a rope and throw it to you guys, okay?”

“Yup. We’ll be right here!” Kat called down to him as he ran off to Eddie’s room to start tying sheets and whatever other fabric he could string together.

Soon, Lucas and Max dragged Eddie’s mattress from his bedroom and threw it down underneath the gate. Staring down at them were his yellow fern and butterfly sheets with other maroon foliage on it. Also staring down at them were four giant marks on the sheets.

“Eddie!” Kat scolded, using the back of her hand to slap his chest. “I thought you got rid of those!”

“Those stains are, uh…” he looked nervously at Robin and Nancy. Robin looked to the side, questioningly at Eddie. Nancy couldn’t tear her eyes away from above. “I don’t know what those stains are.”

“I don’t either, so don’t look at me,” Kat said. “I didn’t make any of ‘em so…”

“Mmm…” Robin murmured, side-eyeing the couple. 

Just in time, Dustin came into view with the sheet rope in hand. “Not sure how these physics are gonna work but, uh… here goes nothing!” he said as he tossed it up into the gate, which ended up dropping right down where Kat and the rest of her crew were. “There we go!” he said once it landed on the floor, still having a hold on it. He said “And if my theory is correct…” as he released his hands from the rope, “Huh! Abracadabra.” The rope stayed perfectly perpendicular, providing an easy and safe way to move between worlds. 

“Holy shit!” said Max.

“Pull on it! See if it holds!” Dustin called up to the others. 

Steve waved for Robin, who was standing directly in front of it, to go ahead and be the one to do the honors. She gave the rope a good tug. Putting her weight into it, she grunted as it didn’t even budge. Dustin laughed excitedly again. 

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life,” said Erica. “And I’ve seen some crazy shit.”

“Guess I’m the guinea pig,” Robin said as she hopped up onto the rope. Groaning slightly, she slowly pulled herself up. As she went through the gate, her world turned upside down. Her hair fell first and then eventually, “Whoa! Oh my god!” she cried as she then did a freefall onto the mattress below. Laying on her back she said “Oh thank God. That was fun!” as she grabbed Dustin’s hand to help her stand up.

Nancy looked between Eddie and Steve. Kat was standing back behind them. Steve looked from Eddie to Nancy and back to Eddie again. Eddie’s eyes darted between the former couple too. “Alright… guess I’ll go,” he offered as he pulled himself up. He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he continued climbing the rope ladder until he was far enough through the gate where he fell onto his mattress with thud. “That… was fun. Shit!” he laughed and linked arms with Dustin as he stood up. 

Steve and Nancy smiled at each other. “See you on the other side,” he said to her.

“On the other side,” she nodded as she began her climb. She landed on the mattress with a yelp and a giggle. 

“You wanna…?” Steve asked Kat, motioning towards the makeshift exit. 

“No, you should go,” Kat offered.

“Ladies first! I insist. Least I could do for you saving my ass back there,” Steve laughed lightly.

“If you insist…” Kat said gripping the tied together sheets tightly. “See you on the flip side I guess.” Steadily, she made her way to her world. When she was finally upside down, she closed her eyes and released the sheet ladder. She waited for the impact of Eddie’s bed beneath her, but it never came. 

She opened her eyes and found herself plummeting into nothing but the blackness of the void.

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[hazbincalifornia]

Can I get a little scene of Stellaluna in a quiet and content state giving loving attention to her very pregnant tummy?

It was just a few weeks out.

Nobody knew exactly when to expect the birth to be, and she sure as fuck wasn't looking forward to it with the risk of things getting magically messy on top of the nightmare of normal labor, but that was a worry for later. Now, it was just her settled on her bed, surrounded with plushies and blankets and dreams.

She had always rather liked babies. Even as a kid herself she'd enjoyed getting to help with Aster, and growing up she'd helped Aamon with some of his younger kids as well as the kids he offered to take for the day to give their parents a rest. They were messy, yeah, but they were cute and she liked playing with them and poking their chubby cheeks and watching them eat and clap their little hands and grow up into people.

After getting with Alastor... well. They might have adopted, but he'd never seemed particularly interested in children, and that was certainly a two yeses or no deal sort of situation. It had been a mess those first few weeks after they figured out what the spell had done, but he'd come around to the idea, and she could practically hear phantom static as she hummed to her belly, unsure if little Clove was doing it himself or it was just a memory of the night before.

Her fingers traced over the top of her stomach that was large enough to take up most of her lap, parting the feathers and kissing the warm skin underneath in the process as she felt a subtle shift.

"Hey there, sweetie," she murmured, smiling softly to herself as her palm pressed flat and the other reached over to grab a bottle of lotion. "Mama can't wait to see you for real."

Clove didn't respond to that at first, but she could feel little trickles of contentedness through their connection as she rubbed the lotion in to ease the itching of the growing stretchmarks, the end of her tail flicking while a purr rumbled through her chest and stomach. "That's it, I'll take good care of you, and we'll be a big happy family, with me and your daddy and all the aunties and uncles running around here at the hotel, doesn't that sound nice?"

She laughed at the kick she got in response. "Gonna take that as a yes. Sweet dreams, honey, we'll see you soon."

[lifeascaty]

i'm feeling down for silly work reasons and my brother's fiancé is away for the night so I thought there was a pretty good chance he was still awake for once so I texted him and said I needed a compliment and he jumped to the occasion even though it was a weird request to receive out of the blue at 1am on a Saturday morning so then I told him why I was sad and that sometimes working in the film industry wears me down and he was all "of course it does. you go out and pitch shows and movies and yourself knowing that the majority of the time you're gonna get a no but that it's worth it for that yes and you've already had yeses and you'll get yeses again and it's okay and not surprising that sometimes it wears you down but you'll get back up again and be okay" and honestly it was just so sweet and at one point I genuinely got teary when he said he told people I was tough because there's no way he could handle the uncertainty and rejections that naturally come with the territory and then he sent me a picture of his cat snuggled on his lap and she was such a cute black void 🥹

Anyway. Past me would have been so happy to have these problems. i should remember that.