#our expectations were low but holy shit

[teapetal44]

The state of the league of villains during act 3 is so sad man. Compress literally gave his ass for the league, got arrested and nobody gaf. Twice’s demise amounted to nothing, nobody cared. The whole discrimination arc Spinner was involved in was a mess. Suddenly Hori decided he cared about realism in his story so Toga dropped like a fly from a simple blood transfusion. Dabi is forced to sit and listen to Endeavor whine and yap about how sad he is about being an abusive pos, all the while nobody actually cares and he never got any real repercussions besides his family being (justifyingly) mean to him. Shigaraki was sidelined for a boring villain and was stripped off all his autonomy and agency.

[yesterdayiwrote]

Hmm... so Susie Wolff got an urgent investigation launched into her with no prior communication before it was announced to the public based on one spurious tabloid article that brought her name into disrepute, but for the guy who's been subject to a serious legal investigation for sexual and non-sexual impropriety and is now the subject of dossiers of information being circulated to paddock pass holders that is over shadowing the start of the season, and damaging the sport and its reputation... they're just going to sit down, have a chat with him in private and just... wait and see?

Well that all seems above board and in no way horrifically misogynistic and contributory to patriarchal double standards....

[velarisdusk]

and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me

word count: 1.7k author's note: listen.. i may write but i am no songwriter. i dont wanna hear shit abt these lyrics, i drove myself to madness for HOURS trying to come up with them ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The studio smelled faintly of old coffee and cedar, the latter courtesy of Cassian’s obsession with “ambience candles.” Their flickering glow did little to cut through the dim light of the room, but that was how they worked best—shadows stretching long across the walls, a backdrop of soft atmospheric music mingling with the faint hum of amplifiers. 

Cassian was seated cross-legged on the worn couch, his drum pad balanced precariously on one knee. Rhys sat opposite, his guitar cradled loosely in his lap as his fingers absentmindedly picked out a melody that might, one day, become something. 

Azriel lounged across the arm of a chair, his legs draped over one side, notebook in hand. He’d been silent most of the night, pretending to be engrossed in writing, but he hadn’t added a word in over an hour. His pulse thrummed low and steady, though it felt like it was trying to climb into his throat. 

He cleared it instead. “I, uh…” His voice broke the lull, and both heads turned to him, expectant. “I’ve been working on something,” he added, tone clipped, casual—too casual. “Thought I’d see what you think.”

Rhys’s guitar fell silent, and Cassian stilled his restless tapping. “Let’s hear it,” Rhys said.

Az’s fingers curled around the edge of his sacred notebook, the slight crinkle of paper betraying his tension. Still, he began to read. 

“Got a taste of sin, it’s dripping off your skin, Lost in your fire, pull me in, Your body’s a drug, and I’m high on the feel, Push me to the edge, make me kneel”

Cassian’s mouth fell open, and Rhys slowly set his guitar down, leaning forward as Az kept going:

“Whisper my name, and I’m already there, Fingers gripping tight, pulling through your hair. Take me in deep, make me lose control, I’m yours to break, body and soul.”

When he finished, the studio was dead silent, save for the faint buzz of the amp. Cassian stared at him like he’d just confessed to a crime. 

“Holy shit.” Cassian let out a low whistle, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Az, I don’t know who did this to you, but she must’ve been a damn good lay.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, but he schooled his features into a mask of indifference. “It’s just a concept.”

Rhys arched a brow, his lips twitching in amusement. “Sure it is.” He didn’t press, though, only added, “It’s good. Uncomfortably horny, but good. Way different from our usual stuff.”

Cassian grabbed his sticks, tapping out a beat on the drum pad with a lecherous grin. “Let’s lean in, boys. This is the kind of trashy filth that gets crowds throwing bras at us.”

Rhys’s lips twitched into a smirk, and he picked up his guitar again, plucking out something slinky, the kind of riff that felt like it belonged in a smoky, neon-lit club. “It’s dark,” he said, nodding to himself. “Sultry. Needs that dirty edge, though. Cass?”

Cassian’s grin widened as he began hammering out a beat—deliberate, aggressive, a rhythm that hit like a pounding pulse. “You’re singing this, Az.”

Azriel froze, shooting him a glare. “Absolutely not.”

Rhysand chuckled, pointing at him with his pick between two fingers. “You’re the one who wrote this filth, so you’re singing it, lover boy.”

“It’s just a concept,” Az repeated, gritting his teeth.

“Oh yeah?” Cassian retorted, his grin feral. “Then why does it sound like you’re confessing to something you did last night?”

Az opened his mouth to respond, but Rhys interrupted, strumming a riff so suggestive it could’ve been banned on public radio. “Alright, focus, idiots. Let’s make this worth the headache.”

For the next hour, the song began to take shape. Rhys layered intricate licks over Cassian’s primal rhythm, the combination dripping with heat and tension. Azriel’s lyrics were sharpened, punctuated with pauses that hit like clenched fists, every word landing like a whisper pressed against the shell of your ear.

Cassian couldn’t help himself. “‘Tie me down, tear me apart,’” he sang mockingly into the mic, voice exaggeratedly gravelly. “Az, I’m learning so much about you tonight.”

Az snatched the mic out of his hand, deadpan. “Learn to shut the hell up.”

Cassian laughed so hard he almost fell off his stool. “This one’ll wreck them. Absolute filth.”

Rhys leaned back, smiling lazily. “Filthy sells. And Az?” He tilted his head, studying his brother like a puzzle. “Next time you’re uh, inspired, maybe don’t hold back. This is… enlightening.”

Azriel only shook his head, flipping his notebook closed as Cassian howled with laughter, already promising to slap the song on the album. 

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Midnight wrapped around you like a blanket, the world outside still and quiet. The soft glow of your laptop lit your room as you settled further into bed, earbuds in place, ready for this moment. You’d been counting down for weeks, your excitement bubbling just beneath your skin. Finally, their newest album was here. 

It’d been months since the concert—months since you’d stood in that dark, electric space, his voice carving through the air like a blade. You could still feel the vibrations of the bass in your chest, the heat of the crowd, the way his eyes had found yours for just a second too long.

You hit play, and let the first track wash over you, a rush of gritty guitars and smooth vocals pulling you in instantly. The familiar sound of Rhysand’s honeyed voice wrapped around you, rich and magnetic, while Cassian’s drums hit like a thunderstorm. But it was the deeper, shadowed harmony threading through the background that made your breath catch. 

Azriel. 

Hearing him again sent a shiver through you, unbidden memories tugging at the edges of your mind. You’d spent one unforgettable night with him, his low, dark voice murmuring filthy things in your ear—words that had set your skin on fire and lingered long after the moment ended. His presence had been like gravity, drawing you closer, holding you there, even when you weren’t sure you could take it. 

And now, hearing that same voice woven through the music, backing Rhysand’s lead, was enough to make your pulse race. You didn’t know if you wanted to rewind the track or keep going, chasing that sound, that pull. 

You let it play. Each song unfolded like a gift—raw emotion, sharp edges. You found yourself nodding along, your fingers drumming softly against the blanket as you let the music consume you. But you couldn’t ignore the way Azriel’s harmonies caught your ear, his voice dipping into the pockets of the melody, haunting and magnetic. 

The opening notes slinked through your ears, unhurried but charged, the tempo slow enough to make your breath hitch. This was different. Azriel’s voice took the lead, a rare spotlight for him on a track, with Rhysand providing backup vocals—a reversal of their usual dynamic. It was striking, intimate, and laced with something that felt far too personal.

“Past the greenroom, whispers low, ‘No one’ll see, now don’t let go.’ Your nails, your teeth, the sting, the scrape— Pull me under, I’ll beg, I’ll break.”

You froze.

The blanket bunched in your fists as your mind caught up to what you were hearing. 

No.

Your thumb hovered over the pause button, but you couldn’t press it. The way Azriel sang it—low, raw, and dripping with heat—made it impossible to think straight. His voice wrapped around the lyrics like a confession he hadn’t meant to give, and Rhysand’s smoother backing vocals added a dangerous edge, amplifying every word. 

You yanked one earbud out, your pulse thundering in your ears. For a moment, you just stared at the ceiling, the words looping in your mind like a broken record. But the harder you tried to dismiss it the more the connections gnawed at you. His mouth at your ear, his breath hot against your skin, murmuring reassurance as his hands slid under your shirt. You’d laughed, breathless, trying to quiet yourself as his lips pressed to your neck, but he’d just chuckled, low and dark, “No one’ll see. Just let me feel you.”

And “now don’t let go”—your stomach flipped at the memory. His voice, husky and commanding, echoing through his dressing room as he hauled you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. His teeth grazing your jaw, his hand gripping your thigh. “Now don’t let go, sweetheart,” he’d rasped, right before pressing you into the wall and wrecking you. 

Your breath came shallow, heart racing as the memories sharpened, aligning too perfectly with every word. The song ended, and silence pressed heavy against your ears. Before you could think, your thumb hit replay. 

Your knees tucked up against your chest as the opening notes filled the air again. You closed your eyes, the melody threading through you, every word lodging itself deeper. Was it just your imagination? Or was there something unmistakable in his voice—a heat, a pull, that felt like it was meant for you?

Your chest tightened as the song finished, leaving you breathless and stunned. “No way. No way,” you muttered, shaking your head, but your hands were trembling as you pressed play again. 

You got up, pacing your room with restless energy, the song still blasting through one earbud. Each time you heard it, new details jumped out at you—an inflection here, an ad-lib there. It wasn’t coincidence. It couldn’t be. 

The realization hit you all at once, like a weight in your chest. The lyrics weren’t just abstract poetry. They were something real. They were yours. 

You needed to see them perform this live. You needed to hear Azriel sing those words like looking out at a crowd, to watch the way he carried himself under the stage lights. Would he meet your gaze if you were there? Would he falter, even for a second, knowing you’d heard every word and recognized yourself in them?

And more than anything, you needed to talk to him. To get his attention again, to hear the truth from his lips. 

[yeonjisstuff]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Lazy morning - G.Satoru

ପ Gojo x fem!reader

summary: You and Satoru had planned a picnic date, but when the morning came, Satoru couldn't resist having a little taste of you instead.

contents: 18+, SMUT AHEAD, MDNI!!, established relationship, blowjob, p in v sex, safe sex, praise kink, breeding kink if you SQUINTT, Suguru is Gojo's roomie.

wc: 6,1k

a/n: holy fucking shit guys, this deadass took me two days to finish. I expected to finish it yesterday, but university is nibbling my ass so hard rn holy fuck.. anyway,, enjoy!!!

Years ago, you and satoru had always been that duo during highschool. Sure, the both of you were close with suguru and shoko, but satoru and you got along on another level. you had a special connection.

One special night, satoru decided to shoot his shot, asking you out after many years of pining, and you agreed to try this relationship thing out with the blue eyed asshat, Satoru Gojo.

Sunlight filtered the billowing curtains of Satorus room, soft noises of breathing and snoring filling the room. You awoke to a strong ray of sunlight, causing you to squint and rub your eyes. You looked down, only to see the sight of your lover, satoru, sleeping soundly on your chest with that stupid droopy look on his face that you loved so much. A stripe of drool could be spotted running down the corner of his lips, drying on your skin. You lazily reached to grab your phone, looking at the time. It was still early in the morning, but you and satoru had gone grocery shopping for a picnic the earlier day, which meant you had to get up now.

“Satoru…”

you whispered, nudging him softly, to which he only snored in response. You repeated what you just did, only for him to sleep through it.

“Satoru!!”

You yelled, smacking the poor mans cheek as you looked at him with an irritated expression.

His eyes shot open and he let out a pained groan while sitting up, his messy bedhead straying in every direction as the blankets fell to pool at his lap, looking back down at you as he rubbed his cheek (which was chipped with dry drool, by the way).

“The hell was that for...?”

He mumbled, looking down at you with an expression resembling a kicked puppy. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with an amused expression before pulling out your phone, snapping a quick photo of him. He looked adorable with his shirt wrinkled, his eyes squinted as well as the small drool stain on his chin.

“We have to go out today, remember? Our picnic..”

You prompted, looking at him whilst propping yourself up on your elbow, giving him a tired smile. Satoru honestly didn’t want to go right now. He was wayy too tired, and now that he was really looking at you… he would definitely rather stay in bed. The way your tank top revealed your cleavage just right, your messy hair, and that sleepy look on your face.. god. Satoru wasn't even sure if the hard on he had right now was just his morning wood, or a boner he had developed just from simply looking at you.

Satoru groaned, rubbing his eyes as he looked at your phone you had just used to take a snapshot of him, pouting. “Why…”

His eyes glanced over your body before he let out a low grumble, taking in your messy look. It drove him insane.

“Why a picnic… can’t we just stay here? I don’t want to go out”

He whined, dramatically laying back down on the bed, mumbling to himself about stupid picnics as if he was some spoiled brat that didn't get what he wanted. You couldn't help but chuckle at his mini tantrum, causing him to turn his head, glaring at you with an offended expression

“What’s the matter?”

You asked, cupping his cheek and lightly nudging his head, wondering why he wanted to stay in so badly. you scooted closer to him, kissing his forehead before whispering gently against his skin

“We had planned this all day yesterday.. we even went grocery shopping to buy snacks for the picnic..”

He closed his eyes, enjoying your gentle touch and sweet kisses. The slight movement of your body against him sent pleasant chills up his spine, and also down his fully grown boner that had developed the second he laid his eyes on you. He opened one eye and looked up at you, a suggestive smirk growing on his face.

“But… we could stay here and snack on each other~”

He turned around, his front facing yours, eyes staring daggers into yours. his hands wandered up to your hips, gently pulling you closer against him as a sly smirk played on his full lips. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a disgusted frown

“You’re so gross, 'Toru..”you cringed, frowning at him and his flirty gestures before turning your back to him as you grabbed your phone

“all you ever think about is sex.." you complained. The both of you knew you were just kidding, simply teasing him, but it only motivated Satoru to try and convince you to engage in some morning action even more.

He grunted, pushing himself up on his elbows as he looked at you. He chuckled at the way you turned away from him, as if that would actually stop him.

“That’s not true…”

He scooted over towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing your back flush against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck, lips brushing against your skin. His teeth lightly nipped at your ear, his hand moving down to rest on your thigh.

“I think about other stuff too, not just sex…”

He mumbled against your ear as he began to trail gentle kisses along your neck. His hand lightly gripped your thigh, moving it to rest against his. His body pressed against yours, his breath hot against your skin. “Come on, baby. Don’t be angry at me…”

His hand gripped your waist a bit tighter, pulling you closer against him. He hummed as he looked at your face, bringing his lips to your jawline to press soft kisses on it. “I’ll do whatever you want if we stay in… I’m pretty sure we have everything we need here…”

“We don’t have condoms.”

you disclosed, reminding him that you had used the last one a few days ago, giving him a knowing smirk before turning around. you chortled at the sound of his annoyed groan, unlocking your phone as you started to scroll through social media.

He groaned, leaning his head against your shoulder as you reminded him that it was all gone. “Ughh!… how did we go through all of them already? I swear we bought two boxes…”

He looked over your shoulder, watching as you continued to scroll on your phone. His hand gently caressed your thigh, lightly gripping it from time to time. “Come onnn…” He whined, his hand moving up to rest on your hip that was bare due to the way your tank top was riding up your waist, revealing your abdomen. He knew how to pull your attention away from the phone, pressing his body flush against your back and leaning over to press kisses on your neck. His hand started to slowly trail upwards, gently rubbing your stomach as he slowly moved his hips against your ass.

“Satoru, we cant do it raw. I dont wanna take that risk again.”

you explained, your back still turned to him as you continued to scroll on your phone, not being in the mood for anything sexual at all.. yet.

He let out another whine, burying his face into the crook of your neck to continue leaving kisses against your skin. He knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to have sex without protection, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to try.

“Come on… I promise I’ll be careful.”

He begged in a whiny tone, his hand gently caressing your stomach.

“Satoru, no.” you retorted, scooting away from him incase he wanted to try anything. Satoru suddenly got an idea. His roommate, Suguru, maybe had a few rubbers stashed somewhere. It would be awkward to ask for them, but it would surely be worth it.

He grunted, annoyed at your stubbornness as you shifted away from him. Satoru of course understood why you didn't want to have sex, and he agreed with the fact that it was too risky to fuck raw while you weren't on any type of pill. He knew what he had to do in order to get the condoms. He let out a dramatic huff, sitting up in the bed with a pout on his face.

"Goddd.. I guess I'll go talk to Suguru..."

He mumbled to himself as he looked at you for a few seconds before getting up and grabbing a pair of pants.

You turned around with a confused expression, watching him pull on his sweatpants before walking out of the room with his messy hair. you shrugged, turning back to your phone with a yawn

Satoru walked down the hall, his bare feet quietly padding against the wooden floor as he approached Suguru’s door. He knocked a few times, waiting for the other man to respond.

Suguru groggily approached the door, opening it to reveal his disheveled appearance. He looked at Satoru with a perplexed expression, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What is it...? It's so early.”

Satoru glanced at Suguru's messed up hair and tired appearance. He let out a little chuckle, leaning against the door frame. "Yeah yeah, I know it's early.. but I'm in a bit of a situation."

His eyes trailed away from suguru, awkwardly trying to find the right words to ask this question.

"Uh... you don't happen to have any condoms on you, do ya?"

satoru tittered, awkwardly twirling his thumbs

suguru's tired look turned into a glare, looking at satoru in disbelief as he realized what was going on right now.

“Satoru… are you fucking serious right now?”

he said, letting out a small snort in laughter as he shook his head, not believing what he just heard. Satoru's smirk grew wider as Suguru's expression became more incredulous. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the other man's response.

"Dead serious, man. Don't play dumb," he said with a hint of humor in his voice. "You know I'd never ask you if I didn't desperately need them."

“Yeah, whatever.”

he said, groggily turning around before walking back into his room, the sound of him shuffling his hand in his desk drawer filling the silence. Suguru returned, giving Satoru three foil packets of condoms. He looked at Satoru with his hand on the doorknob, still amused and repulsed by the whole situation.

“Don’t be too loud. I'm seriously trying to sleep.”

He glanced at Suguru with a sly grin on his face. "No promises.. but I'll try to keep it down."

Satoru smirked as he took the three foil packets from Suguru. "Thanks, man. You're a real lifesaver," he beamed before turning to head back to his room.

With that, he turned back around and made his way back to his room, excitement and anticipation building up in his chest.

He opened the door to the room and immediately his gaze landed on you. His heart rate sped up at the sight of you: messy hair, half-lidded eyes and the tank top you were wearing. He shut the door behind him, holding up the three foil packets as he approached the bed. "Guess who just got what he needed?"

you lazily turned around, rubbing your eyes as you looked at him in disbelief, realizing why he had to go and “talk to Suguru”

“….oh wow..”

He couldn’t hold back his smirk as he approached the bed, holding up the three packets between his fingers. "Yep," he said, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the condoms down on the bedside table. "Our boy Suguru came through for me. He's a lifesaver."

you chuckled, rolling your eyes before placing your phone on the bed, crawling towards him before hugging him from behind. he had protection, so what was stopping you now? you could always go for a picnic later

“Oh yeah?”

you whispered, playing with the hem of his shirt as well as the strings of his sweatpants, your hand palming his bulge that had been painfully hard for a good fucking minute. He groaned, his body reacting immediately to your touch. His breath hitched as he felt your hand on the print of his cock, a chill running down his spine. He instinctively leaned into your touch, his head falling slightly forward as he let out a slow exhale, moving his hips up to your touch, desperately searching for more stimulation.

"Nnghh... yeah," he managed to say, his voice a bit shaky. "He just wanted us to keep it down while he tried to sleep."

you smirked at his words, licking a stripe up the side of his neck

“Hmm.. we can make that happen, right?”

you asked, crawling off the bed before settling between his legs, lowering yourself so you were on your knees, looking up at him and resting your cheek on his thigh.

He let out a low, guttural moan as you moved between his legs, his brain already starting to fog over as he looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, gazing up at him, was incredibly hot.

He leaned back a bit, bringing a hand down to caress your cheek before resting it in your hair. "Yeah... we can make that happen," he breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as you settled yourself between his legs. The way you looked up at him, as if you were silently begging for permission, drove him wild.

He gently ran his hand through your hair, his thumb tracing along your lower lip. "Go ahead, baby," he said softly, giving you a slightly cocky smirk that made his pretty features all the more tempting. "Take what you need."

you smiled at him before eagerly pulling down his boxers and sweats in one go, helping him get his clothes off as he kicked the fabric off from his feet. you took a second to admire the sight of his rock hard cock, his pretty veins complimenting the shaft, as well as his pretty, pink tip that was already leaking pre. Satoru leaned back on his elbows, his eyes trained intently on your every move, his hand finding its way to your hair before grabbing a good fistful of it, silently requesting for you to suck his dick already. you slowly wrapped your lips around his tip, whimpering from the taste of his precum. The feeling of your voice vibrating against his sensitive cock almost sent him through the roof, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows while you were looking up at him with those needy eyes, feeling his hand gripping your hair tighter as he let out a moan of what seemed like relief.

As soon as you took all of him in your mouth, his head fell back as he let out a low moan, his hand in your hair tightening even more.

"Oh, fuuuuck" he groaned, his voice low and breathy. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, the feeling of your lips and tongue driving him wild.

He couldn't help but watch you with a mix of awe and desire, his grip on your hair firm and possessive. "c'mon baby, move that tongue for me, yeah?"

You were already on it, lathering his cock in your saliva, causing satoru to let out some stifled moans, desperately trying to keep quiet. He was already bucking up his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag on him which only made him moan more.

You pulled away from his cock, a pop noise emitting from your lips as you took him in your hand, stroking his dick in a decent pace

“You’re not gonna cum already, are you?”

You whispered, bringing your tongue back to the slit on his tip. Satoru’s eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, and you couldve sworn you heard the sound of satorus hand pulling a few hairs out of your head. His grip was deadly. [a/n:💀]

He shook his head, his hand still in your hair as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked down at you with a lazy smirk, letting out a sharp breath before talking "H-hell no.. not yet" he panted out, his voice strained.

He tried to keep himself still, but your tongue teasing him made it increasingly difficult to hold back. "Fuck... you're just so good at this..."

His eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale, as well as his hand that was tangled in your hair starting to push you more and more down, your nose meeting his barely grown white tufts of hair, the smell of musk and cum filling your nostrils.

You pulled away again, mumbling a silent “take your shirt off” before you took your own tank top off, leaving you only in your panties, your beautiful body on display for satoru. Satoru's breath hitched as you told him to take his shirt off, his body eager to be skin to skin with you. He quickly obliged, pulling the garment over his head, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, a few scars here and there, which only made him sexier in your opinion. His hand went back to your head as he forced his cock back into your throat, bucking his hips up against your mouth, causing you to choke a little.

With you now almost naked, he couldn't help but shiver with excitement. When he felt you choke on his cock again a little as he bucked his hips up, he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural groan. He could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat every. Fucking. Time. And it brought him to shambles. He couldn’t think straight because of how good your mouth felt.. awee ;(

"You're driving me insane.... nghh... so fuckin’ sexy..." he grunted, his hand in your hair tightening as he tried to hold back from cumming down your throat right then and there. He continued to look down at you with darkened eyes, watching your every move with a ravenous hunger.

His body was practically thrumming with tension, like a taut string on the verge of snapping. He was desperate to feel more, to feel closer, to feel complete.

After a few seconds, you decided that patience was not on your side anymore. You reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom packet and ripping up the wrapper before you rolled the lubricated latex down his hard, throbbing cock, causing him to inhale through his teeth. His eyes were on you the whole time as you worked the condom down his cock, his breath shaky as he spoke;

“Not gonna let me cum down your throat?”

Satoru asked, tilting his head and pouting as he subtly swayed his hips from side to side, making his length move along with him

“Don’t do that. you look stupid.”

You insulted, standing up and quickly sliding off your black lacy panties, hopping on the bed before laying on your back, reaching your foot out to poke his side a bit

“C’mon..”

Satoru shifted closer to you on the bed, his hand resting on your hip as he looked down at you.

“Calm down, pretty girl. Needa’ prepare you first.”

Satoru mumbled, kissing you down the valley between your breasts as he settled between your legs, one hand pressed against the mattress and the other massaging your soft tit. As he went lower, you quickly grabbed his wrist, refraining him from doing whatever he was planning on doing.

“Don’t have to, ‘toru. Please just come here..”

You whined, looking down at satorus playful expression. He moved back up again, kissing your cheek before moving to the side of your face, his breath tickling your ear

“Tell me what you want, baby..” He whispered, caressing your hip with such care, calming you down so you wouldn’t scold him for being such a tease like you always did. “Wan’ you t’fuck me good.. it’s been so long..” You whimpered out, wrapping your arms around him with a frustrated frown as you heard his soft chuckles. He shook his head, leaving another kiss on your cheek, then your neck, and then moving back up to kiss you on the lips. “It’s been three days..” He responded, nudging you teasingly, which only brought him that scolding from you that he was actively trying to avoid.. or maybe not. You were kinda cute when you got all pissed off, so maybe he wasn’t trying to avoid it at all.

“Satoru i swear if you don’t fuck me within the next three seconds, i will-“

You could only gasp as satoru rushed his cock into you, slamming his hips against yours as you cried out, your hand flying up to cover your mouth, remembering how satoru said you had to be quiet because of suguru. The house was quiet, incredibly quiet, which meant that everything could probably be heard, making it all even more nerve wrecking. Satoru let out a breathy moan as his head dropped to your shoulder, his breath shaky against your skin.

“You got what you wanted~ happy now?”

You couldn’t even respond. You were too busy adjusting to his size and the steady pace he was holding. You let out a muffled “mmph!”, your other hand clutching his back as a lump formed in your throat, already getting all overwhelmed from stimulation. The way this man fucked you was incredible. The best sex you’ve ever had was without a doubt with satoru. He knew your body like the back of his hand, hell, you didn’t even have to fucking tell him to angle his hips a certain way or touch you a certain place, because he was already doing it. Sometimes it was too much, even. he was just too good.

“S’fucking tight for me.. you okay baby?..”

He asked, knowing that the stretch could be uncomfortable at times. You brought the hand that was covering your mouth around his waist, shaking your head as you tried to speak without moaning or whimpering

“Y-yeah, so fucking good..” you silently muttered, grateful for the fact that you slept over at satorus last night so you could spend the morning with him like this. To hell with that picnic, this was so much better, in so many ways.

Satoru let out a low, guttural moan as he slowly pushed forward, his body becoming one with yours. The feeling was heavenly, driving him wild with need. He let out a shaky laugh at your whispered gratitude, his breath sounding ragged. "Mm, thas’ good. Taking my cock so well, pretty.." he praised, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper.

Satoru took a moment to just breathe, his body tense as he savored the feeling of being inside of your wet, warm walls. He knew he wasn't going to last long, not with the way you looked and felt. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. "You feeling good, baby?" he asked, his voice ragged with need.

“Y-yeah, can you just.. pull the covers over us.. please..?” You asked, your thumb caressing his soft, pale cheek. It was quite a cold morning, and you wanted to be more comfortable. Not only that, but maybe, just maybe, the blankets could conceal the sound of the wet squelches that was coming from between the both of you, as well as your skin slapping together.

Satoru paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your request. He nodded, understanding your need for warmth and comfort.

He reached for the covers, carefully pulling them over the both of you, enveloping your bodies in a warm and comfortable embrace. The feeling of the covers on top of you added a layer of intimacy to the moment, making Satoru's heart feel even fuller.

"Nice and warm~. That better?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

You smiled at him, nodding while sighing. You appreciated satorus kindness during intimacy. It was always the small things that meant so much to you. Back in highschool, satoru seemed like such a pain in the ass. Who would’ve thought that he was such a sweetheart in bed? Satoru kissed you on the cheek in response to your nod, starting to gently move in a slow and sensual pace, causing you to let out a small whine. The pace was slow, yes, but every time his hips were flush against yours, he would press deeper into you, rolling his hips and stimulating your clit before repeating. He fucking loved the way your eyes would roll back, the way you’d hold onto him as he pressed into you, letting out sharp breaths and small wheezes. That was when he knew he was fucking you good. So good that you couldn’t even moan. So good that all you could do way lay there and take it.

Satoru couldn't help but smile at you, his heart swelling with affection at your expressions, knowing how good he was making you feel right now. He was glad to know that you were comfortable with him, that he was making you feel good. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your neck, feeling your skin against his lips made his heart flutter.

He began to move slowly, taking his time to savor this moment. The sound of your small whines and whimpers sent a wave of desire through him, making his body ache even more for you.

"God, you feel so damn good," he breathed out, his voice coming out in a low, breathy tone. He began to thrust faster, his body moving against yours in a quicker pace

He couldn't help but watch you, his eyes locked onto every little expression and movement. He was completely captivated by you, completely in love with you.

“D-dont look at me..mngh-“ you shyly whispered, draping your arm over your eyes as you turned your head to the side, lifting your knees up to your chest so satoru could get a better angle. The way he was staring into your eyes was too much for you to handle. You couldn’t help but shy away.

Satoru's lips curled up into a small smirk as he watched you cover your eyes, your shyness only adding to his desire. He knew he was affecting you, and he loved it.

As you lifted your knees up to your chest, he took the opportunity to change the angle, pushing deeper into your plush pussy that was already creaming around his cock. The move drew a low, guttural moan from him, his body responding to the new and better angle. He reached up to gently take your arm away from your eyes, wanting to see your face. "No, baby, I want to see you..." he murmured, his voice thick with need.

You cried out a loud moan, feeling him hit your sweet spot in the most delicious way. Satoru gently covered your mouth, causing you to look up at him with those doe like eyes that just screamed “fuck me!”. The sight of you like this sent satoru over the moon, but he knew you had to be quiet. The bed creaking was already enough noise, and satoru didn’t want to give suguru a show. Trying to keep his composure, Satoru leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. "Shhh, baby, you gotta be quieter, okay?"

You let out a small “mhm” against his hand, writhing underneath him as he kept thrusting in a steady pace, making you see stars. You let out cute little whines against his hand, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his back up, every muscle, every dip and scar on his skin.

He felt you wrapping your arms around him, your fingers tracing the dips and scars on his back, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He leaned in, his lips near your ear, his voice coming out in a rough whisper. “You’re so cute.. i love the way you look when you’re taking my cock.”

He loved teasing you, because all the reactions he’d get in return were the cutest, whether it was you being angry, or becoming shy. He adored you. He removed his hand from your mouth, bringing it down to your lower abdomen, pressing against your stomach. He let out a moan, a proud smile on his face as he threw his head back, feeling his own dick bulging in your belly. He looked back down at you, speaking against your sensitive ears.

“Y’feel that baby? You feel how my cock is plunging your stomach? You’re such a good girl~”

He continued to move, his body pressed closely against yours, his breath coming in low and ragged gasps. The sounds of the bed and the creaking of the floorboards were the only things in the air, each movement making them more prominent.

You were a dumb mess as he fucked you, slurred words spilling out of your lips as you moaned uncontrollably, not even trying to hold it back anymore.

“S-slow… go slow, ‘toru”

You whispered, letting out another whimper, to which satoru moaned in response, closing his mouth as he tried to keep them in, his brows furrowing as his eyes closed too. You wrapped your legs around him, the sounds of your skin slapping together becoming more loud as he started to get desperate

“S-satoru! I said slow.. nghh..”

Satoru did his best to slow down, his body trembling with the effort as he fought the overwhelming need coursing through him. Your whispers and moans were like music to his ears, but he focused on trying to keep his composure. He bit down on his lip in an attempt to keep any sounds in, his eyes closed tightly as he concentrated on following your command. But it was difficult, so damn difficult.

"Ungh... baby, I'm trying," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "But you feel so damn good... already fucking you dumb.. i dont wanna stop.."

He tried to keep his pace steady, but there was a feral need coursing through him, a need to lose himself in you, to give into the pleasure that was building up within him. It was a battle for him, a battle to stay in control, to not give in to his primal instincts. "Baby..." he repeated again, his voice coming out in a ragged whisper. "Please... I need you, baby. I need..."

He couldn’t even finish his fucking sentences anymore, his hips stuttering as the both of you moaned together. He desperately rubbed your clit, trying to keep the same pace so he wouldn’t make you loose track of your upcoming orgasm

“Come for me.. god im so close- mph!” You whined, the both of you starting to become more vocal. You were holding onto eachother for dear life, not caring about how loud the bed creaked or how loud the moans were. You could apologize to suguru later, but right now, everything felt too good.

Satoru's body trembled with the effort of holding back, his restraint hanging on by a thread. Your desperate pleas and your needy whimpers were driving him wild, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back any longer.

With each creak of the bed and each strangled moan that escaped his lips, Satoru's control was slipping away. He was at the end of his rope, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Your pussy was just too good. The way you fucking squeezed around him made him almost forget about the condom that was keeping you two from eachother. He was thrusting with more force now, long, steady strokes as he pressed you further into the mattress.

“Fuck baby, take this fucking load.. god.. take it..”

He slurred, too pussydrunk to even form a sentence. The sounds of your bodies intertwined and the creaking of the bed seemed to fill the room, each one driving Satoru closer to the brink of ecstasy. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on, his body and mind both overwhelmed with pleasure.

You felt the coil snap as heat gathered in your abdomen, your pussy squeezing his poor sensitive cock so hard. You could just feel your release oozing out of you, and you couldn’t stop moaning satorus name. Poor suguru. Satoru came shortly after, spilling into the latex, though he imagined that he was shooting his white ropes of cum into you, bullying his tip into your cervix so nothing would come out. Whimpers and moans filled up the room, or at this point, the house, as you shook in eachothers embraces, satoru weakly bucking his hips as he whimpered so cutely into the crook of your neck, feeling completely drained from energy as he slumped on top of your body. You let out an exhausted exhale, rubbing your forehead as you tried to catch your breath.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still trying to catch his breath as he let out a weak laugh. "Holy shit that was good, baby.." he managed to say, his voice ragged from the intensity of your experience. "You wore me out."

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion in his gaze. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he mumbled, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He shifted his weight, rolling off of you to land beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. "God, I love you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sometimes i forget how exhausting sex is..” you breathed out, feeling the soreness kicking in, as well as the exhaustion. Satoru was very passionate in bed, but of course that had its downsides

“How are we gonna have a picnic now.. im all worn out..” you mumbled with a small pout

Satoru chuckled softly at your comment, his hand gently tracing small patterns on your back. He could tell that you were feeling sore and worn out, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for tiring you out so much.

"I'm sorry, baby, I got a little carried away," he apologized, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "But to be fair, you wore me out too." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe we'll have to save the picnic for another day. Today, we just need to rest." He pulled you closer, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. He knew that he had probably pushed you a little too hard, and part of him felt bad for it. But another part of him was secretly glad that he had been able to satisfy you so thoroughly. It had been a few days since you guys got to cuddle like this, anyway. A lazy morning wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Satoru buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and letting it wash over him. "You know, this just means we'll have more time to rest... and maybe a round two later," he teased, chuckling softly.

“Shut up” you cringed, quickly shutting down the idea and closing your eyes as you yawned. Satorus phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. He picked up his phone, seeing that it was a message from suguru.

Suguboo😛: What the fuck happened to keeping it down? Pretty sure the whole complex just heard you two.

the message written from suguru made satoru chuckle, pulling you closer to him before he typed a response.

Satoru chuckled as he read Suguru's message, a guilty expression on his face. He knew that you guys had probably been a bit too loud, but it was hard to restrain yourselves in the heat of the moment.

He typed out a response, his thumb moving quickly over the keyboard.

“Sorry about that. Things got a little rough. Hope we didn't ruin your morning too much.”

He sent the text and set the phone back down, his attention turning back to you. He looked down at you, his expression softening as he saw how worn out you looked.

He pulled you closer, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. "Sorry for tiring you out so much, baby," he mumbled, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "Maybe we'll have to tone it down next time."

“Mmm”

You hummed, nuzzling into him as you started to doze off.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

✨️Bodhi durran ✨️ that's it.

BUT ALSO

Imagine him being the most amazing boyfriend. I don't know if you have seen lockwood and co on Netflix but that scene where lockwood dresses Lucy's wounds and is looking dead ass deep in her soul smiling, my god bodhi material.

To get to my point if you could write a one shot of bodhi finding out you're injured and going ballistic to anyone that let her out of their sight and got hurt and then finding you trying to wrap your wounds and instantly going all soft and helping I would be forever in your debt

Ps. If you haven't watched lockwod and co it's absolutely worth it.

I haven't watched the show so if this isn't exactly how you pictured this, I apologize✨🤍

Worries

"Where is she?", Bodhi yanked onto one of the recruits, who was in the same formation as you, shirt up. The poor lad looked like he was about to shit himself at best as he stumbled over words. The thing was... Bodhi was fun and games until he wasn't. And that wasn't part come a lot sooner than expected. Considering that the past weeks of him being a section leader had been rather calm. But that sorry fuck just had to show off. Had to break formation. Had to try to prove his piss poor ego and get you hurt.

"You're speechless all of a sudden?", Bodhi shook the guy in his grip, "Answer the goddamn question before you end up like a roasted chicken on the solstice table". You could hear a pin dropping in the background that's how silent the squad had gotten. "I think I saw her entering the building", some other recruit cut in. Bodhi narrowed his eyes, "You think or you saw?", shoving the quivering male he stepped aside sizing everyone up.

"You weak shits better listen and better listen well", he practically growled through gritted teeth. His first instinct was to run after you. He saw the blood gushing from your hand after the coalition. But he also knew his title. Causing a bigger scene than necessary would only turn heads your way. And neither of you needed that. Neither of you wanted to become a target leading to one another. "If any of you will ever do anything similar to what Marco did today", Bodhi grunted. Gods, he felt like Xaden. "I will skin you myself and believe me your dragons will smoke you alive. Dismissed", he practically roared as the recruits hurried away. Bodhi ran a slightly shaky hand through his hair.

"She is up in your room", the voice made Bodhi jolt slightly. Garrick was leaning against one of the pillars. "I passed her, she's fine, man", Garrick continued to speak since Bodhi just stood there, "You did well here too. More and more like our beloved Xaden every day". He knew it was a dig. The two cousins had been compared ever since their interactions were brought to the daylight. "Why don't you go fuck yourself", Bodhi grunted as he walked past his friend. "Gets boring after a while", Garrick chirped in return. Bodhi simply snarled but that of course earned a satisfied chuckle from Garrick.

"Show it to me", the sudden bag of the door practically hitting the wall and the raised voice made you drop the blood-soaked rag. You knew Bodhi was gonna find you eventually. Your dragon was practically counting the minutes for you ever since you had flown back first and dismounted. "Bodhi, it's okay", you tried to keep your voice calm. The wound wasn't all that bad it was the angle and the damaged tissue of the skin that caused it to bleed so much. "Don't you it's okay, me", he grunted, "Show me", his voice was lethal low. He never used that tone with you. It was his section leader's voice. The voice he gave a report in. But it never was showcased around the people he trusted and cared for.

"There's nothing to look at it's...", "I didn't ask, I gave you an order", he cut in, grabbing your upper arm gently so he could look at the damage himself. Bodhi's eyebrows knitted together for a moment, his jaw flexed. "Sit", he muttered motioning towards the bed. "Bodhi", you breathed out. "Baby, I swear to everything holy to me", he exhaled a shaky breath, "you either sit or I am carrying to the healer's wing and will put you on bed rest for a week". You huffed at his threat but you knew that he wasn't bluffing so you followed his orders.

Bodhi was so gentle as he carefully wiped away some of the blood before pressing a clean bandage on your cut, securing it in place. Make sure it's tight for a couple of hours before the bleeding slows down. He would redo it in a couple of hours. Wash it off with a salve he would go ask for. Then another bandage. Then... "Bodhi, I can hear you making plans in your head", you muttered. It was cute watching him fuss at times. It was his way of showing love but you also knew that his head was a wild space and it only took one bad thought to have it all spiraling out of control. "Does it hurt a lot? Do you need something for the pain?", he asked, his concerned eyes searching yours. "Start by giving me a hug and then sit down with me", you said softly, "I promise, I'm fine". You reached out for him, taking his hand into yours, squeezing it.

"I just hate seeing you hurt", Bodhi breathed out, his shoulders drooping. "The feeling is mutual but there are times we can't do anything about it", you reached to run your fingers through his messy curls. That now was completely out of control since he no doubt had been pulling at them. "Do we have a murder scene in the backyard?", you nudged your boyfriend's shoulder, making him snort. "Not yet but we might...", Bodhi exhaled, turning to face you.

"You promise you're okay?", you met his worried gaze but this time instead of answering him you just leaned in and kissed him. Slowly and tenderly. Letting him feel your love. "Good enough proof?", you asked when you two finally broke apart. "Not sure... maybe a couple more kisses", Bodhi thoughtfully nodded his head. You giggled slightly before cupping his face once more.

[maya-caffrey]

Human 101: Dancing

pairing: rk800 connor x reader

words: 1.2 k

warnings: language, self-deprecating humour, lack of proofreading, fic from reader's pov, kissing

summary: human 101 (the sequel) with (y/n) and Connor, a crash course on the basics of humanity, brought to you by sumo as always and a very sleep-deprived writer (comedy, fluff)

additional context: reader has a rampant crush on Connor, as established in Short Circuit, and Human 101: Cooking, this is a direct sequel to human 101: cooking and could also be a spiritual successor to short ciruit;

a/n: back with some more <3 psps there is fluff

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As you may already know, I was on a mission to introduce my good friend (and unfortunately, nothing more) Connor to the finest parts of being human. We'd been through cooking, humor, banter (which he is insanely good at now, by the way), and music, so naturally, that brought us to dancing. Am I nervous? Pfffft. As if (yes, extremely).

"Hey (Y/n), why are we at this club?" he screamed over the throbbing music.

"We're going dancing!"

"(Y/n), this place is called Funky Junk in the Trunk."

"Your point being?"

"Are you sure this is the best course of action? Exposure to this decibel level for a prolonged period could cause temporary hearing loss."

"What? I can't hear you???"

Yeah, so we were already off to a rough start. For some reason, Funky Junk in the Trunk did not live up to its name. The music was loud, jarring, and honestly, annoying. I looked around to see the crowd emptying out of the dance floor bit by bit as the music got progressively worse. The only people still dancing were either drunk out of their minds or lost in the sauce.

Just as I was about to call it off and leave, I noticed Connor's face twist in a sly smile, like he'd planned something.

"What? What are you smiling about?"

"I, uh, I asked if the DJ takes requests. Heads up."

Just as he finished that sentence, he swiftly pulled me close by the small of my waist and held my hand as he led me to the dance floor, all while Sway by Michael Buble started to play through the speakers, which just so happened to be my favorite song at the moment.

"How did you kn-" I started, but Connor cut me off with a subtle, almost playful smirk.

"You mentioned it once," he said, his voice steady, even as he spun me effortlessly into the middle of the dance floor. "During one of our music discussions. I remember everything you tell me, (Y/n)."

Of course, he did. Excuse me while I explode into a billion pieces.

When he danced, he wasn't stiff or awkward like I’d been expecting- oh no. Connor moved with the kind of precision and fluidity that only he could pull off. Every step was in perfect rhythm with the music, every sway of his hips deliberate and smooth. It was unfair how good he was at this. No, like, he was literally perfect.

"Holy shit, how are you so good at this?"

He looked down at me, a faint teasing glimmer in his eyes. "You seem surprised. Did you think I wouldn't know how to dance?"

"Maybe a little!" I huffed, attempting to match his movements. "Seriously, how?"

"Dancing is just coordination and timing," he said casually, as if this wasn’t completely insane. "And I've studied. A lot."

I tripped slightly, and he caught me instantly, steadying me with a firm hand on my back. "Careful," he murmured, his voice low. "We can't have you falling for me now, can we?"

I gaped at him, my face burning. "Uh, ok, wow, did you just- Connor!"

His smirk grew, a little too self-satisfied. "Was that not an appropriate use of humor? I’ve been practicing."

"Well, let's just, dial it down. Some of us are weak at heart."

As the song continued, Connor twirled me around and pulled me close again, his hand never leaving my waist. I was acutely aware of how little space there was between us now, the warmth of his presence, the way his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

“Your face is warm. Elevated blood flow to your cheeks. Are you embarrassed, or is this just part of the human experience?”

"Wha- No, I’m not!" I started to protest, but his grin told me he wasn’t buying it.

"It’s a fascinating physiological response," he continued, leaning in slightly. "The dilation of blood vessels, the increase in temperature... I think it's cute," he said, nonchalantly like he was stating a very obvious fact.

My brain short-circuited. Completely. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to strangle him or melt into the floor. Maybe both? Both, yes, sounds perfect. I decided to just completely ignore that that happened, which he noticed too, obviously, duh.

“Avoidance. Another human trait.”

He dipped me suddenly, holding me there just a moment too long as he looked at me with that maddening smirk. I would have honestly preferred if he just shot me or strangled me with his bare hands.

"I- wh- I, uh," I stuttered, completely forgetting every single word of every language I have ever known. Nice going, (Y/n).

“Is that what you were going to say, or am I distracting you?”

"Connor, Oh my god."

"What?" he asked, incredulously, like he was unaware of what he was doing. That sly dog.

"What's gotten into you tonight, Jesus."

The tension between us was thick, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at him, trying to regain my composure. But Connor wasn't giving me a second to breathe. He pulled me back up, making sure I was steady before guiding me into another slow turn, all while keeping his face just a bit too close to mine.

"I just thought I’d take things to the next level," he said, his voice practically dripping with that trademark teasing tone of his. “After all, if I can master dancing in such a short amount of time, maybe there are other things I can learn about being human. Like…"

"Yeah, like what?"

"Like this."

He looked me in the eyes for a moment, as if to let me know that this was going exactly where I thought it was, and boy did it. He slowly leaned in, the distance between us closing almost imperceptibly as the music swelled all around us. His lips met mine in a delicate collision, but it felt like I had been set on fire.

My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel every nerve in my body awake, alive with heat I had no idea I was capable of feeling. His touch was nothing short of electrifying, and I could feel him pull me closer, his hands firm but gentle on my waist, holding me there like he never intended to let me go.

His lips moved in sync with mine, his hand still at my waist while the other cupped my cheek. The kiss deepened, and I stumbled back at the sudden intensity.

My thoughts scattered, and my body reacted before I even had time to think- my hands resting on his chest, just above his heart (well, heart-adjacent), feeling it race in sync with mine. We pulled apart just enough to break the kiss, but his eyes were still on me, now with something more warm behind them.

"You taste just like I imagined," he whispered, his voice rougher than usual, and there was a hint of amusement in his tone that told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. This man was driving me up the wall.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, and I couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of my lips. "You have some nerve, you know that?" I breathed out, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but failing miserably.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against my ear as he replied, "You know what, (Y/n), I think we're doing okay with dancing. There's something else I'd like to learn now."

"Yeah, and what is that?"

"Relationships."

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 18

Just a reminder as of tomorrow I'm starting my break. I will be back once my backlog is caught up. Last time that took a week, it might take longer, but we'll see.

In this we have Jeff and Gareth setting out befriend Steve, and Lucas gets his mind blown.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

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Steve found that adjusting to life with Eddie was as easy as breathing. Sometimes they had breakfast together or dinner.

It wasn’t unusual for Eddie to knock on his door with some gift or another. Sometimes it was even flowers in hand.

So when there was a knock on the door, Steve went to go answer it expecting the Corroded Coffin frontman on the other side.

So to say he was surprised when Jeff and Gareth’s faces were revealed instead would have been an understatement.

“Oh hello,” he said, suddenly shy. “Did you get the right room? Eddie’s room is across the hall.”

“Nope!” Gareth said brightly, “though we did get dad’s permission to take you out.”

Jeff elbowed Gareth in the ribs and Gareth let out a pained huff of breath. “What this idiot is trying to say is that the two of us have tickets to a Pacers home game and wanted to know if you wanted to join us.”

Steve stared at them for a moment and the checked his watch for the time. It was another gift from Eddie. It was Schwartz time piece gorgeous as fuck. “Do you think I have time to get a shower?”

“Sure,” Gareth said, coming into the room, Jeff close on his heels. “The whole band was given tickets but Bri and Ed aren’t’ big sports fans so we thought we’d hit you up and see if you knew someone who’d want to go with us.”

Steve skidded to a stop in front of his dresser. He turned around slowly with a big grin on his face. Oh. Oh ho. This was going to be amazing. Heh.

“Yeah,” he said with a giggle. “Just let me call him really quick.”

He ran over to the phone and score! His dad answered. Steve gave him a brief explanation and asked permission to blow his son’s mind.

With permission granted, Steve explained the plan to Gareth and Jeff and they were one hundred percent on board. He quickly got a shower and changed, grabbing his keys and wallet.

“We are so taking you car, man,” Jeff said, crossing his arms. “It is way cooler than our cars.”

“For real,” Gareth agreed. “We both went the lame sports car two-seater route and Eddie showed us pictures of your baby, and we have to see it person.”

“Perfect!” Steve said with a grin. “This way a car my friend knows will pull up to his house and further blow his mind when he sees who else is in the car.”

Gareth and Jeff shared a mischievous grin and followed Steve down to the valet parking.

“Hey, Casey!” Steve greeted the morning valet with a broad smile. “You ask Abby out yet?”

“Dude!” Casey huffed. “She’s never going to say yes.” He shook his head and grabbed Steve’s keys, heading off to bring the car to him.

“Who’s Abby?” Gareth asked leaning around Jeff to look at the retreating backside of the valet.

“She one of the sous chefs,” Steve explained, “in the hotel restaurant. She’s been flirting with him for weeks. Like she’ll make him his favorite foods and bring it to him for his lunch. But he thinks she’s just being nice.”

“Ooh,” Jeff cooed, “love the drama.”

Casey pulled up in the Sunbird and both Jeff and Gareth let out low whistles. Casey stepped out of the car and handed Steve the keys with a blush on his cheeks.

“Pictures do not do her justice, man,” Jeff whistled again. “She is beautiful. How does she handle?”

“Like a dream,” Steve said breathlessly. “I’ll let you drive us up to the arena and Gareth can drive us home.”

The two men hive each other. “Score!”

Gareth slid into the back as Jeff and Steve got in the front. Steve tipped Casey a fiver and pulled the car into drive.

As he pulled into traffic, Jeff purred. “Holy shit, I’m definitely getting me one of these. But like in red or black. No offense, man. But yellow and metal really don’t go hand in hand.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Yellow isn’t even my favorite color. It’s just the color I was wearing that night and Eddie ran with it.”

“Oh please don’t tell him that,” Gareth pleaded from the back seat, “he’ll get all sad and a sad Eddie writes shit music, man. I don’t think I would be able to take it.”

Steve laughed again. “I have no intention of dropping the bit. Are you kidding me? I love all the bird stuff. It’s fantastic.”

Gareth and Jeff shared a look in the rear view mirror, shaking their heads.

Steve pulled up to the Sinclair house and got out, Jeff sliding into the driver’s seat with unchecked glee. He knocked on the door and was pleased to see that again Mr. Sinclair was aiding and abetting Steve’s surprise.

“He knows you’re coming over,” Mr. Sinclair whispered. “And he knows you’re going somewhere, but nothing else.”

Steve rubbed his hands together and he grinned excitedly. “Perfect.”

“Lucas!” Mr. Sinclair called over his shoulder. “Steve’s here!” He turned back to Steve. “Go blow that kid’s mind.”

Lucas came barreling down the stairs and to the door. “Hey, Steve! Dad said you had a surprise for me.”

“Oh several,” Steve replied with a grin. “Come on, we’re running short on time. Get a move on.”

Lucas said goodbye to his dad and followed Steve out to the car. He stopped when Steve moved to the passenger side.

“You’ll want to get in on this side,” Steve said, opening the door and winking at him. "Meet surprises one and two!"

Lucas crawled in and stopped short. He promptly crawled back out. “Steve why are there two members of Corroded Coffin in your car?”

Steve just grinned and pushed him back into the backseat, then slid into the front.

Jeff gave Lucas a grin from the front seat. “Eddie and Steve are good friends, kid. We just asked Stevie here to keep it secret until the tour was over.”

Lucas sat in the backseat for a moment in silence, tapping his lips. “Oh! Corroded Coffin was in town the night Steve’s parents threw him out so they’ve been footing the bill on Steve’s new lifestyle?”

“He’s sharp!” Gareth said, cackling. “Mostly Eddie, but we’ve been palling around with your friend here, too.”

Lucas nodded. “Now I know why Mrs. Byers was pissed when she found out who it was who was banking Steve’s style. But why should she care when Steve’s an adult who can think for himself?”

“One of life’s little mysteries,” Steve said sadly. “But your dad was thrilled when I told him the plan so... score one for the Sinclairs!”

Lucas giggled. “My dad trusts Steve. Hell, both of my parents do. He wouldn’t take me where I would get hurt and if anyone thinks otherwise, they’re stupid.”

“Three cheers to that!” Gareth crowed.

The trip up to Indy was filled with lot of chatting and fun banter. Lucas was smiling ear to ear when they pulled into the stadium.

Lucas stepped out and his jaw dropped. “There is no fucking way, man.”

Steve put his arm around his shoulders. “Just wait. This is just surprise two.”

Jeff and Gareth cackled as they walked up into the stadium, surrounded by other Pacer fans. Steve bought a couple of jerseys for him and Lucas and then led the way to their seats. Lucas’s eyes got wider and wider as they walked down more and more steps. When they reached the bottom, his jaw was on the floor.

They sat down in their seats and Steve grinned at Lucas. “Welcome to surprise number three!”

“Thank you Steve!” Lucas cried, throwing himself at Steve and giving him a big hug. “This is the best day ever!!”

The Pacers lost. But as it was a charity game against the Harlem Globetrotters, beggars couldn’t be choosers. But god did Lucas burst out of the stadium talking a mile a minute.

Jeff kept up with him as Steve hung back with Gareth. “Thanks for the tickets, I think I made his year.”

“Hey, no problem,” Gareth said with a grin. “Made my night too. When we formed the band in high school we made it our mission to be two things, a force for good and a force for chaos. This covers both quite nicely.”

Steve laughed. “Well, I had fun, too. It was good to get out Hawkins.”

Then he stopped dead in his tracks and quickly hid behind Gareth. “Shit, on your left silver Jag, is there a tall, good looking older man who looks like he could fucking double for Rob Lowe?”

Gareth turned to his left and stopped stock still. “Yeah, I’m guessing that’s your asshole dad?”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Steve whispered, “he can’t see me here.”

“Oh, I’ve so got this,” Gareth said with a grin. He let out a long, piercing whistle, and when Jeff turned around he winked. “Autograph time! Corroded Coffin style!”

Suddenly there were people swamping Jeff and Gareth as Steve and Lucas slipped away to the Sunbird. Steve ducked into the back with Lucas and kept his head down.

“What the fuck is your dad doing here?” Lucas hissed. “Really puts a bummer on the night.”

Steve deflated like a balloon and whispered, “I’m sorry. I was only trying to have a little fun and I guess I can’t even do that without fucking up.”

Lucas sat up and put his hand on his shoulder. “Shit, Steve, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not your fault your dad is an ass. I wasn’t trying to say it was your fault.” He looked out the window and cocked his head to indicate to where Jeff and Gareth were having a blast signing autographs. “Besides, they’re having a hell of time making things horrible for your dad, look.”

Steve lifted his head to peek over the headrest to look out the windshield. Sure enough, Lucas was right. They were causing a bit of a traffic jam but only it seemed for a certain silver jag. Other cars were seemingly able to get around, but every time Clint tried to merge, the crowd would surge around his car.

But when he stopped trying to merge the crowd would thin out and other cars would get out just fine.

Steve watched in morbid fascination as this went on for nearly twenty minutes. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

Lucas fell back against the back seat laughing hysterically. “It’s absolutely hilarious is what it is.”

Once the parking lot was mostly cleared out Jeff and Gareth walked to the Sunbird and Jeff tossed Gareth the keys. “Your turn to drive.”

Gareth grinned and slid into the driver’s seat as Jeff got in the front seat and they peeled out in front of Clint with Gareth waving as they passed.

It wasn’t until they got until onto the freeway that the car erupted in laughter. They laughed for a good few miles.

“Fucking hell,” Jeff breathed. “That was the most fun we’ve had in awhile. The way his face just got purple with rage, but knowing he couldn’t do jack shit about it was just...perfection!”

Gareth patted the dashboard. “It’s good thing Eddie got you this baby. He just thought we were a bunch of famous people and wouldn’t even think of connecting the car to you.”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a grin. “Even with the little hiccup, this was the best night out I’ve had in a long time. Thanks, guys!”

Gareth and Jeff shared a glance and then Jeff turned around to smile at them in the backseat. “Believe me when I say it was absolutely our pleasure!”

~

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[melancholymetropolis]

Exchange pt. III

plot: In which Gojo and Y/N wake up together and have morning sex

pairings: Clan Leader!Gojo Saturo x Lawyer!Reader

genre(s): Porn with Feelings

warnings: unedited (mostly). PORN PORN PORN!!!!!!!!!! (This is kinda stand-alone piece) safe sex. oral sex (f receiving). light choking. multiple positions. fingering. squirting. PIV SEX. pet names (sweetheart, sweetness, darling, etc.) multiple orgasms. LAUGHING DURING SEX. lowkey rom com vibes. play wrestling.

song association: Fetish by Selena Gomez

a/n: don't fight me! I come with smut (3k words worth)

w.c: 4.6k

part(s): Part I Part II

A head of unruly, white hair rested comfortably on my chest. Gentle breaths eased out of the owner's nostrils as he slept peacefully. Parted, pink lips were left slightly ajar and pushed out a deep breath every so often. A pool of drool fell from the mouth as well. It created a medium size spot on my tee shirt. His strong arms were wrapped around my midsection and one of his legs was resting between mine. Saturo held onto me like I was his lifeline. The very oxygen gracing his lungs. Even in his sleep, the man couldn't fake his affection for me. 

My hand found his hair moments later. My fingertips caressed the thick, full locks tenderly. He was truly something of a fairy tale. His face was almost angelic in the low light. It kissed his pale skin like a lover and embraced him with a fondness I knew all too well. Wispy, white lashes graced his drowsy eyes. My hand lowered from his hair and to his cheek. My fingers brushed against the smooth, clear skin of the area. 

“Keep touching me like that,” Saturo grunted, nuzzling my chest. “And I'll get the wrong idea.”

A soft smile fell onto my lips. “And what idea is that?”

“That you're falling in love with me.” Amusement dripped from his voice like a faucet.

I playfully swatted the top of his head. “Oh shut up!”

He lifted his head from my chest in one swift motion. His blue eyes sparkled in the low light and that sleepy smile stabbed me in the heart. 

Holy fuck is he gorgeous, I found myself thinking.

“Admit it, sweetheart,” he teased. “You’re falling in love with me. I mean why else would you invite me to your bed.” 

“Maybe because it was 3 AM when we finished eating?” I suggested, a smile falling to my lips. “And you shouldn’t be driving while exhausted?”

He paused, pretended to think for a minute, before shooting me the cockiest fucking look I had ever seen in my life. “It could be that,” he started. “Or, you were just so worried about your husband’s well being that you wanted him to sleep safely in your arms for the night.”

“Boy, bye!” I chuckled, pushing against his shoulders. “Now you’re dragging it.”

Saturo lifts his body from mine and I instantly felt a cooling sensation dance between the space. 

“Come on, wifey,” he grinned. “You don’t have to hide feelings from your husband.”

I shoved at his shoulders again. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna kick you off the bed.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try,” he provoked.

A knowing smirk fell on my lips. “Challenge accepted.”

Before Saturo could throw a snide comment my way, both of my legs hooked around his waist. At the same time, my arms latched underneath his pits. I swung our bodies to the left, effectively switching our positions.  I straddled his waist, allowing my lower half to pin his legs to the bed. I placed both hands on his T-shirt covered chest and pinned his upper half down as well. His blue eyes widened with utter astonishment, fear and a little something else I couldn’t exactly catch. 

“Fuck, you’re stronger than I thought,” he gasped, eyes trailing over my body. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. “I was not expecting that. Like at all…. Shit. I think you took my breath away. Literally.”

Laughter erupted from my chest and poured from my lips. “Well, there's a first time for everything.”

His hands rested on my thighs, a look of amazement still on his face. “Seriously, sweetheart, is there something you're not telling me.”

“Like what?” I giggled. 

“I don't know. . . Like maybe you have a secret second life that requires you to be as strong a fucking body builder.”

“Seriously, ‘Toru, you're being ridiculous.”

“I'm not being— wait. What did you just say?”

I raised an eyebrow. “That you're being ridiculous?”

“Before that,” a smile slowly formed on his face.

“Seriously?”

“After that.”

“I didn't say anything—”

“Don't deny it, sweetness,” the smile was so wide that it practically covered half of his face. “You called me by my first name.”

“I did no such thing!” I crossed my arms over my chest and playfully avoided his gaze.

“Not only that,” he replied, lifting his back from the bed. “You gave me a nickname.”

“No I did not—ah!”

Saturo flipped our bodies back to their original position, with him on top. His massive hand took hold of both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. His knees rested on either side of my thighs, caging my body underneath his. Saturo used his other hand to cradle my face and direct my gaze directly into his eyes. They were electric blue, once again. They shined brightly before me in a way I had only seen twice before. Once at the wedding and the other last night in the restaurant. They searched my face for something I couldn't necessarily pick up. Some truth hidden beneath the surface that I was too scared to reveal. The longer he stared, the deeper the ringing in my ear sounded. 

“Say it again,” his voice dropped to a whisper. 

“Say what?” I smirked, pulling at my wrists. 

“Playing coy is gonna get you in trouble, sweetheart,” he replied, returning my smirk. “I'd watch it if I were you.”

“And what exactly are you gonna do, Ole husband of mine?” I replied, a lustful glint in my eye. “Spank me?”

His jaw clenched and the grip on my wrists tightened. “Please don't threaten me with a good time, sweetness.” He shivered, visibly. “I'll have you on my lap before that cute little nickname leaves your lips a second time.”

“Is that a promise?” I said, allowing my eyes to drop half lidded. 

Saturo sucked in a breath and he clenched his jaw. “I am trying my best to behave. To be the gentleman you deserve. But all I can think about is burying myself in that sweet pussy and fucking you until the next sun rise. So, please, darling, don't tease me. My meager heart cannot take it.”

The desire burned in his eyes like sunshine through a magnifying glass. Point it at just the right angle and the object underneath would catch fire. The object or, more specifically, the person underneath said magnifying glass happened to be me. His gaze was beginning to set my body ablaze. Flashes of our last entanglement flickered through my mind like an old film. The heaviness of his body against mine as he pumped into me like a piston. The feeling of his tongue on my skin and how he groaned my name. I remember the way my nails scraped against the wooden headboard behind us. Remembering the rhythmic banging had sent me shivers down my spine. The look on his face made my womanhood tingle. He was remembering that night too. The evening my shins shook violently on his shoulders and he came so hard his entire body convulsed. 

It was also the last night we spent together before the wedding.

The same night I left him.

A subtle pain started to throb in my chest from the memory. The guilt slowly threatened to consume me. I  reassured myself that I knew better, currently. I knew that the white haired above me was more than just a vacation fling. More than just a cheap thrill to distract me from the tipsy bride-to-be and the plastered bridesmaids. He was a good guy, underneath that silly demeanor. He was thorough. Saturo weighed every option presented to him before coming to a conclusion. He was consistent. When he finally chose said option, he would try his hardest to see it through. He was passionate. There wasn’t a challenge he couldn’t overcome. A person he couldn’t charm. Myself included. 

“Left nightstand,” I found myself saying, a subtle smile on my lips. “Top drawer.”

“What’s in there?” A confused look colored his face.

“Condoms.”

The confused look morphed into three different expressions as the realization of what I said hit him. The first being shock. His eyebrows rose and his grip on my wrists loosened. The words rising over in his brain several more times before it morphed into a look of adoration. Saturo’s eyes eased halfway closed and a small smile formed on his lips. His shoulders relaxed and the grip he had on my wrists was forgotten. A gentle hand cupped my cheek before the final expression took over his face: unadulterated joy. He leaned his body down and pressed his forehead to mine. I could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest. Singing a song I was quickly learning the lyrics to. His hot breath fanned my face and his eyes looked deeply into mine; as if he could see my soul. See how it was opening up for him and how it searched for him after all this time. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question was breathless on his lips. Almost like the moment we were having wasn’t real. Almost as if I weren’t real. 

“Please.”

The softness of his lips melted the ice covering my defenses. My arms wrapped around his neck and I started to pull Saturo closer. The weight of his body broke down the walls I eradicated to keep him out of my heart. His touch pulled away the feelings of confusion and uncertainty. He moaned against my lips; his arms so tightly around my body I could barely breathe. I could barely form a thought, other than the one that we seemed to share. 

I want you.

When the need of oxygen became prevalent for the both of us, I pulled away. My eyes were blurry with lust and I could hear myself panting like horny teenager after such an embrace. Saturo’s hot mouth continued to lay kisses along my neck and shoulder. His hips dropped from the levitating position and situated themselves between my open legs. Saturo arched his back, almost like a feline, and started to grind his pelvic area against mine. The clothes and blanket between us did nothing to hide the intensity of his erection. The teasing thrusts of his hips were sending shivers down my spine, the anticipation of what was to come driving me up the wall. 

A warm hand wiggled between our two bodies and slid underneath my shirt. The wide palm pressed against the soft tissue of my left breasts before giving it a squeeze. At the same time, the bastard ran a hot tongue against the side of my neck. I moaned as a result. His fingers found the nipple instantly. Saturo ruled the bud between his fingers, while leaving little nips at my shoulder. 

“Care to help me out, sweetness?” He asked softly.

His voice was deep with sleep, but had been coated with lust. 

Saturo’s half opened blue eyes looked down at me as if I were hiding something.

The ghost of a smile on his perfect pink lips had me melting in the middle.

“Yes. . . ?” Was all I could mutter after staring at him for a noticeable amount of time.

“Take your shirt off for me, baby,” he replied, the humorous look on his face growing into a full-blown grin.

As I lifted the shirt over my head, a thought appeared in my mind. Saturo was not the kind of person to pressure me into doing things I didn't want to do. Sure, in the beginning, he was a little shit about hanging out and getting to know me— though he never forced me to do it. Nor did he guilt trip into going out with him. Saturo gave me an option. He made it known that it was always my choice to have whatever relationship I wanted with him. 

My hands gripped the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled the garment from my body. The cool air in the bedroom caused me to shiver slightly. The man above me froze the moment he caught sight of my bare breasts. His eyes rolled over them like water on a leaf as his tongue ran against his bottom lip. Saturo brought his face to my chest while panting. His mouth was already ready ajar while he gripped the first mound and brought the dark brown bud to his lips. We both moaned at the action. His eyes fluttered closed as he suckled the needy nipple. After a few moments, he released it with a pop and started to swirl his tongue against it. I squirmed beneath him. I wanted nothing more.

His warm hand slid down my bare belly as he switched to the other nipple. The slender fingers shimmied under the waistband and found my sticky womanhood. Two digits ran along my slit before dipping into the folds and circling my bud. A pleasurable sigh left my body from the sensation. My hips rolled against his hand. The friction was utterly delicious on the neglected area. I felt my body vibrate beneath his; the desire to be consumed by him becoming too great to ignore. 

A little while later, Saturo lifted his head from my breast and started to kiss down my navel. His eyes flickering up to meet mine every so often. I nervously nipped my bottom lip as I watched his face grow closer to my cunt. His hands pulled at the legs of the sleep shorts; I raised my hips to assist in the action. The cool air on my warm cunt made me shiver. An unholy groan left Saturo’s lips as his eyes stared at the curly mound.

“No panties, huh?” His eyes snapping back to mine.

“I hardly ever sleep with them on,” I admitted with a shrug.

“Noted,” he said with a smirk.  

Saturo, then, spread my legs nice and wide to get a better view. I saw his breath hitch at the sight. His thumb ran against the slick slit and I moaned from the feather-like strokes. He pushed my hips apart further and brought my body closer to the edge of the bed. With knees planted on the floor and both hands planted on the backs of my thighs, Saturo dove right in.

Long, slow licks graced my neglected folds and I shuddered beneath him. The tip of his plush tongue ran from my drenched center to the throbbing pearl. He circled said pearl with agonizingly slow movements that made me squirm. 

“Stop teasing,” I purred, gently combing through his messy hair. “I thought you wanted to bury yourself in my sweet pussy, or whatever you said earlier.”

A low chuckle rumbled through him and Sauro’s eyes caught mine. “Aren’t we impatient, sweetness?” He nipped at the side of my thigh, earning a smile from me. 

“Well, it has been a while since you performed your husbandly duties. . .” I trailed off with a knowing smile.

“Oh?” Saturo raised an eyebrow. “So I am your husband now?”

“I mean, you could go back to being my cheap whore,” I teased, propping myself up on my elbows. “I’ll give you a few bills before I send you away.”

“I knew you did that shit on purpose!” Saturo barked with laughter.

“It wasn’t my intention, but I am not denying the allegation.”

Saturo swatted my leg playfully before throwing me a stern look. “Just for that, I should leave you like this. Hot and bothered.”

“You could,” I nodded. “But, you won’t.”

Saturo narrowed his eyes. “. . . I won’t.”

“Good boy.”

His mouth was on my heat once more, sucking the throbbing pearl into his scorching mouth. The teasing was over and the real game began. As Saturo sucked, the tip of his tongue brushed against the underside of my clit every so often. I squirmed beneath him as the pleasure rose in my belly. He must’ve remembered our last time together. The way I creamed all over his face when did that exact movement with his tongue on my womanhood. A flash of something familiar crossed his eyes and watched an arm wrap around my right thigh, as two fingers brushed my entrance. As if to ask for permission. 

“If you add those digits, darling, I’m gonna make a mess of that pretty face.” I sighed, attempting to sound unenthusiastic about the action. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”

The taller gentleman groaned against my cunt, but never removed his mouth from it. He pushed both fingers into my awaiting hole and I sucked in a breath. The digits curled in my sex and found the familiar spongy center at the roof of it. My thighs shook in his arms. Saturo massaged the area with a firm hand. He kneaded my g-spot into submission and I felt body start to vibrate underneath him. 

“Oooh. . .” I cooed, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Just like that. . . Don’t stop. . .”

Saturo groaned again, his eyes half-closed as he looked up at me.

He was truly enjoying himself, more than he assumed possible.

His desire, like mine, tainted the air with its sweet music. I could hear them clearly, despite the amulet hanging from my neck. The energy he oozed was far more powerful than anything I had previously encountered. It bellowed out to me in such a way that it was hard to ignore it. The ringing in my ear was subtle, almost like a whisper from a lover. A warm pool in my stomach started to grow. One by one, my limbs grew unfeeling. I could feel absolutely nothing by Saturo’s mouth on my pussy. My eyes started to roll back as my back arched from the bed. My nails dug into the bed sheets as my mouth hung open. The climax was deep and guttural. It pulled a sound from my being that I did not recognize. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until the pressure in my chest grew too great. I had to force a giant wave of cool air to flood my lungs as I cried out Saturo’s name. I felt my legs shake against his face, as he continued to suck my clit. 

“Too much!” I gasped, nudging his head away from my sensitive womanhood. “Stop! Please. . .”

Saturo removed his lips from the aching bud and pressed wet kisses on my soft stomach. He crawled up my body and took me in his arms. He held me tightly as the aftershocks of the orgasm started to wear off. With my back pressed against his chest, I felt myself relax almost instantly. His presence was certain as the sunrise and it warmed me immensely. We laid in silence for several moments, but it wasn’t awkward. It was peaceful. I could’ve stayed like that forever.

The taller gentleman pulled away for a breath moment. Moments later, I heard the familiar slide of the nightstand’s drawer open. Followed by that was a gentle crinkle of plastic and then a soft hiss fell from his lips. Saturo’s arms were around me before my body grew cold. He pressed hot kisses on my naked shoulder, before pressing his hard length on my bare ass.

“Are you still up for this, sweetness?” 

“Yes,” I replied, breathless.

The throbbing member sank into my center from behind and I swore I saw stars. His strong arm hooked across my middle to steady himself. His hips rolled against my plush rear and soft moans spilled from his lips afterward. The weight of his body on mine and the feeling of his breath against my ear was indescribable. The thoughts spinning in mind were in one category: adoration. Maybe it was the dopamine and adrenaline creating a toxic cocktail on my emotions, but all I could think about was my future with Saturo. The way our mornings could be just like this one. Filled with sensual love-making and intimacy that made my head spin. The way he cradled by body as he thrusted into me was exhilarating. He held me like I was going to disappear at any moment. 

After a short while, he hiked my left leg into the arm and hooked his arm around my thigh. Saturo tilted his hips backward and started to thrust into me a little bit harder. My shoulders fell into the crook of his arm as my  back pressed against the soft mattress. His cock moved deeper into my cunt and pressed a pleasure point I had forgotten I had. My eyes rolled back and the air in my throat grew thick. My nails dug into his forearms as I felt my toes curl.

“There it is,” Saturo snickered. “That’s the face I am looking for.”

“ ‘Turo. . .” I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder. 

He shuddered from the sound of the nickname and moved his hips faster against my ass. 

My eyes rolled back as I felt the pressure in my belly grow once more. My nerves were buzzing and started to feel my body begin to heat all over. The sensations coursing through me were simply incredible and I didn’t want them to end. I never wanted to be separated from the feeling Saturo, my husband, was giving me. 

Gradually, the thought of being married to him did not repulse me. It ignited a sort of excitement within me that I kept hidden from the public eye. To have such a biblically beautiful man on one’s as we simply lived life would greatly boost anyone’s ego. For that same man to be downright obsessed with everything about me was something entirely different. The passion he had for me was simply extraordinary. The sweet words that fell from his lips as he fucked me tenderly had made my heart sing. The heat from his body and the power that surrounded him was simply ethereal. All reasonable doubt slipped from my mind the longer the thrusted into me. All I could think about was Gojo Saturo and coming home to his girthy cock every night.

One by one, I felt my limbs go numb and my body stiffen. Keep, harsh breaths poured from my lips as my eyes squeezed shut. The feeling of his cock slipping against my walls had broken through the numbness. I could feel said walls begin to contract, squeezing his member tightly as I climaxed. A gush of cool air filled my lungs as my body melted into his. 

“Don’t stop!” I screamed, gripping his arm tightly. “Please don’t stop. . . oh God. . .”

The second wave of the orgasm made my entire body shake against his. My hips bucked against his thick member and my thigh shook in grasp. The older gentleman tried everything to keep the slippery limb from his grasp, but to no avail. 

Frustrated, Saturo rolled my stomach and wrapped a hand across my chest. He pressed his entire body against my back, before putting a hand on my throat. Upon pressing his hips against my ass, I realized that his cock was even deeper than it was before. Saturo started to rock his hips against my soft ass and I had never felt something so marvelous in my entire life. The pressure in which he used to fuck me was unholy. The head of his brilliant cock was hitting a pleasure point so deep in my pussy that I was sure that the other lover knew it existed. The weight of his body pushed my pelvis nearly flat against the mattress and added pressure to my stomach. Just between my thighs I felt something rather fluffy nestled right against my apex. The cushioned item slid against my throbbing clit with each thrust and I felt my entire body shiver.

I had no idea when Saturo shoved a pillow between my thighs, but I knew the move was far from a mistake.

“You are so… fucking… perfect,” He stammered, pounding into slick pussy like his life depended on it. “The best. . . person. . . for me.”

Saturo’s grip on the bedsheets tightened and I felt his hips begin to twitch against mine.

He was getting close.

“Tell me,” I said, breathless. “Tell me that you're mine.”

Soft curses fell from his lips as the fingers on my neck tightened. Jagged breaths fell from his lips as his hips moved faster against my lower half. The heaviness of the member pushed against the roof of cunt. Added with the weight of his body against mine meant that Saturo was annihilating two of my pleasure points at once. The addition of the pillow meant that he was three. I couldn’t even feel the last orgasm building as I felt with the prior two. The lovely man was simply taking me onto an ongoing wave of pleasure, equipped with peaks and valleys. 

The grinding of his body against mine was mind-numbing. I could feel little dribbles of drool spill from the side of my mouth as he fucked me. Incoherent words spilled from my lips like a drunk prayer, along with a few slurred sprinkles of his name. I never wanted that moment to end, I never wanted him to stop pounding me into the mattress as the late morning sun illuminated our sweat soaked bodies. I wanted the moment to last forever. I wanted to stay with him forever; for in that moment he was truly mine. 

My friend.

My lover. 

My. . . husband.

The orgasm poured over me like a soothing wave. It was just as deep as the other two, but didn’t have such violent muscle tension. My eyes squeezed shut as I rode on the high. It made my entire body warm and my heart tingle. It made me thankful for the impulsive decision to invite him into my apartment and into my bed. I almost scolded myself for not doing it sooner. The heavy member still pressed against the inflated, spongy area in my cunt. Every thrust had sent electricity throughout my body. The little control that Saturo was holding onto slipped through his fingers. The power behind his thrusts grew elevated and resulted in him practically dropping his cock in my awaiting hole. The movement further stimulated my sensitive clit, since his heaviness caused my womanhood to have even more contact with the pillow. My pearl ground against the plush surface hard as Saturo fucked me deeper than before. 

“I’m gonna cum again!” I screamed, pulling at the sheets. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“That’s it, baby,” Saturo grunted. “Scream for your husband.”

His fingers pressed deeper into the sides of my neck as my eyes rolled back for the millionth time. The word ‘yes’ spilled from my lips as if it were the only word in the dictionary. I could feel my legs shake violently beneath him and my mouth open wider than it ever had. A warm pool of liquid started to spill from my sticky cunt shortly after, resulting in a small puddle forming between my thighs. The scream that left my throat was so intense that it was silent. I could feel the massive man above me begin to shudder uncontrollably as his heavy member twitched within my snatch. His body fell onto mine in a sweaty heap and Saturo took a moment to catch his breath.

His hand slipped from my throat and he laced the digits with my shaky one. He pressed soft kisses onto my shoulders as I caught my breath. 

“I am yours,” he replied, finally acknowledging my request. The one I nearly forgot. “As you are mine. Forever”.

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a/n: before you come for me (pun intended), just know that the next installment may not be the happiest.

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Swearing Is Caring

Second square for @jacklesverse-bingo 2024!

Written for Jacklesversebingo2024. Prompt for this one is 'drenched in sweat and blood but never looked hotter.' Hope you enjoy!

The last time Andi showed up on Russ's doorstep, he was more than happy to see her. This time is different. But he never could stay mad at her for long, and making up is the best part.

Pairing: Russell Shaw x OC (Andi)

Word Count: 3835

Warnings: Just a little smut and fluff, non-lethal injuries

Andi sat in the car outside the cabin, fingers clenched around the steering wheel as she expelled a tense breath between pursed lips. He was not going to be happy, but she had already decided it was worth it. He’d just have to deal with it.

She pried her fingers loose and got out of her car, loading her bag on one shoulder and heading for the door. She lifted her chin, then knocked briskly before stepping inside.

Russell came out of the next room, his gun held low at his hip, his entire body alert and aware. When his focus landed on her, his shoulders relaxed and he tucked his gun away with a frown. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Andi looked him in the eye. “Heard you were a man down. So I’m here to help.”

He tucked his gun away, shaking his head, his lips pressed into a straight line as he glared at her. “Goddammit, Andi. She called you, didn’t she.”

“Ann? Yeah, she called me. But this was my decision.”

“Well, I’m overruling your decision. Go home.” He turned his back to walk away, but he didn’t get far.

“I’m not leaving, Russ.”

He whirled to face her again, his eyes sparking with anger at her defiance. “You’re a fucking civilian. You’ve got no business getting involved in this.”

“She said one of the guys was out with an injury and your team was going in down a gun. I’m not letting you go in short when I’m this close. So deal with it, Russell. I’m not leaving. You can’t send me home, Horizon hired me for this job. Out of your hands, big man.”

She pushed her way by him, entering the next room where the rest of the team was gathered. “Andi?! Holy shit!” She grinned at the ebony-skinned giant who charged at her, pulling her off the floor in a bear hug. “Come here, baby girl! Damn, it’s good to see you!”

She was laughing as he set her down. “Hey, Sweets. Good to see you, too. Hey, Seeger,” she said to another former teammate, who gave her a one-armed hug and friendly smirk, returning her greeting.

Sweets shoved at the shoulder of the younger man beside him. “This is Conner.”

Andi smiled and nodded. “Hey, Conner. Nice to meet you.”

“Didn’t tell us Andi was comin’ with us, chief,” Sweets aimed at Russell, who was still glowering.

“Didn’t know. Now if the reunion is over, can we get back to business?” Russ turned his back on them, smoothing the map out flat on the large table. Sweets glanced at Andi, who rolled her eyes, earning her a smirk and a nod from the big man as they gathered around the table.

Russ went over the mission details, pointing out entry points, expected resistance and their plan of attack. “Our objective is to capture Salazar. End of story. They want him alive. So we do what we have to. We’re not looking to take anybody else in, and we do what we have to do to grab him and get him out of there. Horizon will handle clean-up, we just do our job and get the hell out.”

The team listened as he outlined the mission in a little more detail. “Salazar is a big dog in the cartel we’ve been targeting for the last year. He bought this little Texas hideaway to meet up with his mistress on the sly, and the intel is that he doesn’t normally bring too many men with him, likes to keep it on the down low. Horizon wants Salazar first, and DEA can have him when they’re done.”

After a couple of quiet questions and discussion, they separated to gear up. Andi pulled her vest from her bag and strapped it on, her eyes straying to Russ as he was doing the same. He hadn’t even looked at her since their first altercation, and she clenched her teeth with a sigh, forcing her emotions down as she finished getting ready. She’d fight with him later.

They loaded up into two jeeps, Andi crawling in the back of the one Russ was driving with Sweets in the passenger seat. It was a long, quiet drive, about 45 minutes to their destination, everyone tense and silent. Finally, Russ stated, “We’re about 5 minutes out,” and Andi steeled herself, focusing on the job ahead.

“Hey, Sweets – I don’t suppose…” she started, and he turned to her with a grin, reaching into a pocket and handing her a stick of her favorite cinnamon gum. “You never let me down, Sweets,” she smiled, and he nodded.

“I got your back, girl.”

Russ pulled the Jeep to a halt, putting it in park and shutting off the lights. “Okay, we’re on foot from here,” he said as the other vehicle pulled in behind him. They all piled out, Russ giving orders in a clear, quiet voice. “Sweets, you and Andi take the back, Seeger and I go in the front. Conner, you watch the perimeter. Everybody’s coms are good?” Everyone nodded. “Okay, let’s get this son of a bitch.”

The group moved almost silently, finally emerging through the trees on the south side of the large lake house. Russ moved in close to Andi, leaning to speak softly in her ear. “Be careful.”

“Always am,” she reassured him, then headed off with Sweets to the back of the house towards the lake.

Several minutes later all hell broke loose. Salazar hadn’t been meeting his mistress at the lake house this time around. He was meeting with his next-in-command, seven of them, and things got ugly.

Russell came into the hallway with Salazar in tow, held between him and Seeger, a bag over the prisoner’s head. Russ was swiping blood out of his eyes from a cut on his forehead, the result of an unfortunate meeting with the butt of a rifle. Three men lay dead or incapacitated behind them, and Seeger raised his gun to take out a fourth as they pushed towards the front door.

Sweets and Andi finished off a couple more men before rushing out the back door and heading around the building, guns at the ready in case any more cartel goons showed up. Her eyes had just landed on Russ’s bleeding face when a shot rang out from a nearby window, and she hit the ground hard. “Andi!” Sweets shouted, firing a shot at their assailant, and Russ stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide as he turned to look.

She raised her hand, groaning in pain, forcing out the words. “M’okay – hit my vest.”

“She’s okay!” Sweets called out, and Russ felt his heart start beating again.

“Conner! You and Seeger get him to the Jeep and let’s get the fuck out of here!” Russ ordered, heading to help Sweets get Andi to her feet. “Goddammit, Andi – can you walk?” he asked, and she nodded, wincing in pain, glad for their assistance as they hurried away from the house. They made it back through the trees and to the Jeeps, Seeger and Conner already backing out with Salazar tied down in the back seat. “Sweets, drive.”

He nodded and climbed behind the wheel, and Russ helped Andi into the back seat, sliding in beside her. “Sure you’re okay?” he asked as they pulled out, and she nodded, still grimacing in pain.

“Fuck, that hurts,” she managed, and he looked down, his frown deepening.

“If your vest took the hit, why are you bleeding?” He worked at the fastenings on her vest, clenching his teeth at her grunt of pain as she helped him remove it. The shoulder of her shirt was dark with blood, and Russ pulled out his knife, slicing from the sleeve to the neck of her shirt, pulling the front down and leaning over her so he could see her injury. She looked down, squeezing her eyes shut as he turned on the overhead light. There was a large splinter of wood embedded deep in her shoulder, right below her collarbone. “Must have caught a ricochet. Shit.”

“Didn’t even feel it until now.”

“We’ll take care of that when we get back to the cabin,” he said, shutting the light off again, putting an arm around her and letting her lean into his side. He pulled the corner of his jacket up and wiped at the blood on his forehead, then let his head drop back against the seat with a shaky sigh. Too close. Too fucking close.

When they finally got back to the cabin, Russ helped Andi get out and turned to Sweets. “You three mount up and take Salazar in, get him locked down. And if you see Ann, you can tell her we’re gonna have a talk about the quality of their intel,” he growled.

The big man nodded, then looked hard at Andi. “I’m good, Sweets. Promise.” He gave her good shoulder a squeeze, then left them to climb into the other Jeep beside their hooded captive. Andi watched them pull away, then turned towards the cabin, ready to get off her feet and find some whiskey.

“Yeah, let’s get you inside, I need to check you out,” Russell said, and she shot him a brave attempt at a smile.

“Always the sweet talker.”

They entered the cabin, and she sank down on the edge of the old sofa, trying like hell not to groan in pain. Russ was already digging through the cabinet for the medical supplies, coming back with a med kit and then heading to the bathroom for a stack of towels. Next was the almost-full bottle of whiskey that sat on the table, and Andi grabbed it from his hand, taking off the lid and lifting it to her lips, taking several swallows.

“Easy, there, hardcore,” Russell said, gently taking the bottle from her. “Need some of that for – uh – medicinal purposes.”

“That’s what I was using it for.” She looked down as he examined the chunk of wood in her shoulder. “Can you get it out?”

“Yeah, it looks pretty solid. Just didn’t want it falling apart, leaving pieces in there to get infected.” His eyes searched hers for a moment before she looked away and nodded.

“Okay, let’s do this. You need some stitches.”

“I’m fine, let’s get this done first. This is gonna have to go.” He took his knife and sliced through the strap to her grey sport bra, pushing the fabric out of the way. His jaw worked as he contemplated the best approach, finally taking out his multi-tool and readying the pliers as Andi grabbed one of the clean towels. “Okay, hold on.” He got a good grip on the wood and pulled, fast and smooth, sending a fresh rush of blood to soak into what was left of Andi’s clothes. She held the towel to the wound, wincing as she put pressure on it. Russ laid the huge splinter aside and looked down at her, dreading what was coming next. “Okay, now comes the fun part.”

She nodded, laying down on the sofa and letting Russell tuck towels around her shoulder. He grabbed the whiskey, reaching out for her to take hold of his left hand. “Ready?” She squeezed his hand in answer, and he poured whiskey into the wound, clenching his teeth as her back arched up in pain, uncontrollable whimpers escaping her lips as she gripped his hand so hard he felt the bones creak. Slowly, she eased back down, her chest heaving as she regained control. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, watching a tear escape the corner of her eye.

“I know – not your fault.” Russ gave her a couple more minutes to recover, then helped her sit up.

“I think we should do a couple of stitches.” She agreed, and he pulled a chair up close, taking care of the stitches quickly with a practiced hand.

She watched his face as he finished bandaging her shoulder, meeting his eyes when he finally looked up. “Thank you, Russ.”

“Yeah, any time. Let’s just not do it again, okay?” He put a hand to her face, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone. She smiled softly, dropping her gaze, and he pulled his hand back. “So – got a clean shirt in your bag?” She nodded, and he stood up, pushing the chair back and reaching for her duffle.

She winced as she tried to remove her ruined shirt, and Russell shook his head. “Here, let me help.” He pulled the bloodied shirt over her head, then slipped a finger under the remaining strap of her bra. “Want this off, too?”

Andi nodded. “Yeah, it’s ruined, anyway.” Russ reached around behind her, his brows bunching with an impatient frown.

“Who invented these fucking things? How the hell are you supposed to get this off?” he grumped, and Andi smiled.

“Just hand me your knife,” she said, taking it from him and slicing through the fabric, letting him help her slip it over her good shoulder and off. He tossed it disdainfully across the room, then turned, his eyes going directly to the large bruise blooming in the middle of her chest and spreading up the inside slope of both breasts.

“Goddammit, Andi,” he swore quietly.

“You’ve gotta stop swearing at me, Russ,” she teased, but he didn’t smile.

“Swearing is caring.”

“That is not how that saying goes.”

“It is for me. When it involves you. What if he would’ve missed your vest? Or had armor-piercing rounds?”

“He didn’t. And I thought we didn’t ‘what if’ after missions. That was always the rule.”

He finally looked up at her, his jaw working a little before he spoke. “You never came that close to being killed before. And you never should have been there, Andi. You should have been safe at home, not in the line of fire.”

Andi rolled her eyes, her temper flaring. “What about all the jobs you do that I don’t even know about? I hardly ever hear from you, Russ. A text here and there, or a random late-night phone call - other than that I’m in the dark all the time. I never know when you’re going on a mission, or if you’re hurt, or dead. I have that hanging over my head every damn day, but you can’t handle one job where you actually got to see the outcome in person, where you got to verify that I’m okay?” The silence still rang with her anger for a few seconds before he answered.

He sighed, guilt in his eyes as he looked away. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better.”

Andi nodded, skepticism clear on her face. “Heard that before.” She closed her eyes for a second, then pulled her clean shirt over her head, letting him help her get the injured arm in the sleeve. “How about we don’t do this right now?”

Russell bit at the inside of his lip, then nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Andi rose to her feet, gesturing towards the chair. “Okay, your turn. Sit,” she ordered.

“Kinda bossy when you’re in pain,” Russell grumbled, plopping down on the seat. She ignored him, going to the bathroom and letting the water run until it was warm to wet a washcloth. She grabbed the med kit and set it on the table, then put a hand on top of his head and tilted it back a bit.

“Gotta clean you up a little before we do stitches.” He was drenched in sweat and blood, but – fuck it all – he’d never looked hotter. Those damn gorgeous green eyes of his were staring up at her with a look she couldn’t handle at the moment, so she avoided looking into them as she gently cleaned his face and down his neck where the blood had run down onto his shirt. “You should just take this off. It’s a mess.”

He stripped out of his shirt and she took it from him, dropping it to the table along with the now-filthy washcloth. “How many?” he asked.

Andi tilted her head, examining the cut carefully with one hand. “I think we can get by with four.” He nodded, and she turned to ready the needle.

She turned back to him, pausing for a moment before saying, “Okay, easiest way to do this is…” She straddled his lap, looking into his eyes. “Ready?”

“Yep, go for it,” he answered, his voice low and subdued. He let out a little hiss as the needle first went in, then settled, letting his hands rest on her hips. She took her bottom lip between her teeth as she started the second stitch, and he let out a quiet moan.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Not why... never mind.”

She had finished off the second stitch and was getting ready for the third when he leaned up and nestled his face into her neck. He placed a slow, lingering kiss just below her ear, his breath warm against her skin, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the flush of heat through her body. “You’re making this kinda hard.”

“You’re makin’ it hard, honey,” he said, his voice raspy with want, and Andi dropped her head back with a soft laugh.

“Can you please just be good for a couple more minutes?”

“I can be good for a couple of minutes – after that I’m gonna be great,” he mumbled, still nuzzling at her neck, and she shook her head with a wry smile as he went on, his tone very persuasive. “I’m not bleeding anymore, can’t we just finish this later?”

She sighed in frustration at him, even though she couldn’t keep the smile from teasing at her lips. “No. We need to finish this now. Sit up and behave.”

His hands were smoothing over her hips, giving a little squeeze here and there, but she managed to finally put in the last two stitches, tying off the last one and turning to drop the needle to the table.

As she turned back, he slipped a hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a scorching kiss. She fought it for a moment, her anger still stinging a little, but damn it – she never could resist him. He hummed in approval as she responded, his hands slipping under the hem of her shirt. “Can we take this back off?” he asked softly, and she looked into his eyes with a doubtful expression.

“We can, but – it’s so ugly.”

Russ shook his head as he helped her remove her shirt. “No, it’s not ugly. It’s a message. It’s saying, “Fuck you, asshole! You tried to kill me, but I’m still here – and I’ve got a fabulous pair of tits.” A slow grin curved his lips as Andi laughed in spite of herself, and he leaned in to kiss her again, one hand sliding up to gently cradle her breast in his hand, thumb brushing over her nipple. She shivered, her hands roaming up his sides and around to explore the muscled expanse of his back. He nudged his nose against hers, watching her eyes flutter closed as he teased at her, leaning close to whisper, “Bed?”

She opened her eyes and shook her head. “I wanna ride.”

He scraped his teeth over his plump bottom lip and smirked. “Whatever you want, honey.”

She pushed back and rose to her feet, letting him stand up as well as they both shed the rest of their clothes, kicking their boots to the side and out of their way. Russ sat back down, eyes glowing as he watched Andi move close again, reaching his hand between her thighs and groaning as he slipped two fingers up into her silky heat. She pushed down until he was knuckle-deep, lips parting as she let out a shuddering breath. She whispered his name as he stroked his fingers over her sweet spot, her legs beginning to tremble. “Need you now,” she managed, and he pulled his hand back, holding his cock steady as she slowly took him in, hands braced on his shoulders.

“So good,” he groaned as she settled fully on his lap, then leaned forward to kiss him hungrily. His hands wandered over her body, caressing and kneading at her warm skin, his hips rising to meet her as she began to move on top of him.

He loved nothing more than to watch her when she was like this, her body smooth and sinuous as she rode him. She was getting close, and he slipped his fingers down between them to rub her clit, moaning along with her as she squeezed hard around his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer, either, and he began thrusting his hips, driving in hard and deep, his other hand gripping her hip for leverage.

She went off like a skyrocket, gasping and then crying out as she came, and he didn’t even try to hold back, joining her with a long, low growl. She rode it out, seemingly forever, finally collapsing with a hard shudder into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. They sat there, his arms wrapped around her, for several minutes before she lifted her head, and he captured her lips beneath his for a slow, gentle kiss. He looked into her eyes, a playful sparkle in his. “Goddammit, Andi.”

She tried in vain to completely smother a smile, but it tugged at the corners of her mouth. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Russell’s smile faded slowly, and he leaned his forehead against hers. “I don’t know. But – just don’t give up on me, okay? Don’t you ever give up on me.” She pulled away, putting both hands up to his face, bringing him in close, her whole soul in their kiss, leaving him stunned and speechless for a moment.

“So – where are you off to next?” she asked softly, letting one hand drop to his shoulder as the fingers of the other combed through his beard.

He shrugged, pursing his lips thoughtfully. “Not sure. Haven’t heard anything about a new gig, so…”

She ducked her head down, peering up at him until he met her gaze again. “Well, I took the rest of this week off, so I don’t have to be back at work until Monday.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her, a smile slowly lighting his face. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know how long this job was gonna take. So – how about spending some time at my place? I have real food, and beer, and a shower with actual water pressure,” she said, tracing his bottom lip with her fingertip, “and really soft sheets.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You hittin’ on me?”

She laughed. “Maybe.”

He grinned, kissing her and landing a playful little swat to her ass. “Well, then, let’s get the hell out of here.”

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Sun Burnt: Yandere Reborn

Lot of stereotypes came with having certain Flame types I mused. As bullets rammed into my back, ricocheting around me like bouncy balls of death. My feet eating up the earth as fast as I could. It was all kinds of unfair.

Like? If you were a Sun? You were expected to be gregarious. Cheerful. Some happy go lucky healer type. To hell with your ambitions, I got a paper cut! And a storm? Well OBVIOUSLY watch out! We got a HOT HEAD over here! Look out for the HOT HEAD! A TEMPERAMENTAL ASSHOLE coming through!

I mean? Maybe they're pissed cause you keep POKING at them, huh? Wouldn't anybody?

I dodge down an alley. Jumping trash cans. Throwing them down behind me. Hearing curses and howls of outrage. Man, they are persistent. And! And like? Being a LIGHTNING?! God, being a LIGHTNING can SUCK sometimes! Sure, I get to be a Tank. And yeah. Human tazer. Pretty neat. But the ASSHOLES!

It's all "ooooh~! You're nothing but a DUMB MEAT SHEILD! Come be my DUMB MEAT SHEILD and lick my BOOTS, meat sheild! That's all you're good for! Because you're so DUMB! Impulsive! We wanna use you to solve our stupid ass turf disputes and lead you ooooon~!" Like? Fuckin REALLY?!

Is it MY fault your brains move so slow? That you're so SQUISHY? I'm not fucking IMPULSIVE! I think things through! I just do it FASTER then you jack asses! Granted... never said I do it BETTER. I may, in fact, be a dumbass. Probably am. All signs point to "maybe"...

......ARE THEY SERIOUSLY STILL CHASING ME!?

It was MY haul!!!

Steal your own SHIT!!!

And yeah, was it WISE to flip the table, punch the Don, and jump out a window with the fugly ass statue they planned to stiff me on? No. No it was not. But I REFUSE to not get paid! Try to steal from ME will you?! I'ma toss this fucker into the SEA!!! Swim for it BITCHES!

I skid onto the main road of Mafia Island. Knocking over somebody's fancy ass mistress. Probably gonna pay for THAT too. Fuck it! Yolo! I am pouring on the Lightning flames at this point. COATED. The metaphorical bull in this, the mafia land China shop. Pulling shooting. Amused and playing bets. Flames rising up to brush against me.

I am a fuckin circus act on display and I HATE it.

But by all that is holy! Those bastards ARE NOT getting their stupid statue back!

To the SEA with it! I shall cast it to the briny BLUE!

FUCK THOSE GUYS!

The crowd is parting like the red fucking sea. Except... except?! Oh shit! Pretty guy on a suit! Move pretty guy! MOVE!! Aaaaah!

I barely... BARELY!! Manage to stop myself from running into Pretty? Hiiitman? Hitman. Got a gun. Very calm. Yep, hitman. Barely! Dodge! By forward flipping OVER the guy and Superhero sticking the landing. Dropping the statue but... meh. Don't care. I still plan to...

Are. You. FUCKING SERIOUS!?

Drugs!?

That FUGLY STATUE WAS HOLLOW! No WONDER they were so desperate to get it! They were BREAKING Vongola's BAN!!! Ooooooh! I'm TELLING! You FUCKERS USED ME!!! Jail! Ten thousand years JAIL! Kill um, Mr. Hitman! They're dirty, non-thief paying, DRUG MAKERS!

Am I pointing accusingly? Yes. Hanging over the hitmans shoulder like the tattling tattle that I am? Absolutely. Jail for them! Get um! Boooooo! My flames still coat every part of me. Which is why I can FEEL when the hitman decides... "fuck it. Why not?"

I can TELL? Because it's like feeling the mountain you're standing on suddenly deciding to move. Like a giant, blinking their eyes open and beginning to stand. Rising up and up and UP. So great it feels impossible. The Sun flames infront of me? Go beyond the concept of "powerful".

It's like standing in front of a star up close.

So bright and burning fury, it consumes all other light.

I can't even FEEL the other Flames around us anymore. Almost can't HEAR what's going on. He... he has a low, purring voice. Like espresso. Smooth. The smell of gunpowder and decadent things... CLINGS to him like a lover. The suit under my carelessly grabbing hands... f... feels EXPENSIVE.

Bad. T... this is BAD. D..Don't panic. Just. Just let go! Yeah? Let go, be polite, and apologize. Y... you'll be okay. Oh god. What did I DO?! L... LET GO. Move! W.. why can't I MOVE?!

I feel more then hear the shots. The slight recoil. Utterly effortless, he ends their lives. An amused lilt to whatever he's saying. His head tilts so he can view me from the corner of his eye. A mean smirk on his beautiful face. I amuse him. My FEAR amuses him.

His Flames reach out like a crushing fist... I... I can not move...

The world seems to STOP.

As two notes of the same song find each other. Flitting and high to some great and terrible low. The two farthest ends of a Set, still empty, with no sky to hold it in balance. Yet? Resonance none the less.

"Oh~?"

The flat disinterest of those abyssal eyes changes. Like a damning light flickering on in the dark. Leading something terrifying straight towards me. No longer just background noise. I was interesting. I... I didn't WANT to be interesting! No, no, NO!

He turned towards me.

And my stomach plummets straight through the earth. Oh god. Please God, no.

Before me stand a terrifying legend. Living infamy itself. THE World's Greatest Hitman, it's greatest killer, Reborn. Who's eyes were locked on my face with a terrible interest. Who's Flames, vast and hungry, tugged and prowled at the edge of my own. His mean little smirk had turned into something that could pass for charming... if I didn't know who he was.

If I wasn't probably going to die.

He casually tucked his gun away. Pulled his other hand from his pocket. And then... oh god. Then two burning weights clamped down on my shoulders. No where to run. No chance of escape. He leaned forward, towering over me.

"You know, I didn't catch your name, bella. Who do you work for again? We have so much to LEARN about each other, don't you think? All the time in the world. Now... give me your phone."

I whimpered. His hands were almost burning with Sun flames. They washed over me in a greedy search for ties that bind and cracks in my defenses. Pushing and pushing. Trying to get IN. Covetous.

"After all~ It's not like you could possibly escape me."

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

It's Called Murder, Baby!

A Scream inspired AU starring our favorite Stranger Things characters.

Part I

Part 2 here

This is set in the 90's - all of the "teens" are in their mid to late 20's.

Synopsis: A string of gruesome murders take a toll on the small town of Hawkins. Friends and family start looking like suspects making it hard to trust those who you are closest to.

Chapter Summary: A double homicide has the entire town reeling.

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

This work will contain elements of violent themes (depictions of crime scenes, murders, etc) and smut.

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. AFAB!Reader. Character deaths/murders (does not go into heavy detail in this chapter). Semi-Public Sex. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Creampie. Allusions of cheating (but not really).

Word Count: 4.7K

Freshly showered, towel wrapped around your body with your hair hanging down in damp tendrils around your shoulders, you entered your shared bedroom with a still snoozing boyfriend. Hearing the small snores escaping him you almost didn’t want to disturb him. Almost.

“Eds, come on, we’re going to be late.” You shook his sleeping form, leaning down, brushing his sleep mussed hair from his face to give him a soft kiss to his temple.

He groaned, rolling over on his back. “Just five more minutessss.” He whined.

“Get your ass up! I can’t be late again, and I thought you were excited for today?” Pulling some fresh panties from the drawer, unwrapping the towel and letting it fall to the floor as you bent down to pull them up your legs.

Eddie peeked an eye open to look at you now on display for him. He had the perfect view of your naked backside.

“Mmmm. Hey.… sweetheart, you sure you can’t be few minutes late?” Voice still groggy from sleep as he licked his lips, sitting up, palming his already hardening length under the covers.

You finished pulling the material up over your hips, placing your hands there giving him a stern, unamused look.

“That's a no, then?” He halted his movements, but his eyes still roved the expanse of your bare skin.

“You’re insatiable.” Rolling your eyes and ignoring him, instead moving to finish getting dressed.

“Uhhhh… fine!” He huffed, throwing his head back onto the pillows.

The fresh scrapes and small bruises on his right knuckles caught your eye when he moved his hand up the sheets.

“You ok?” you nodded to the purple splotches and angry, raised skin.

“M’fine.” he looked down at them.

“My poor baby,” cooing as you walked over and gently took his hand, bringing his knuckles to meet your lips.

He watched you intently, adam's apple bobbing with a swallow as you finished examining the small contusions.

“Ok well, see you in a few.” Kissing his stubble laced cheek before scurrying away, leaving him always wanting more.

Once he had showered and dressed himself, coveralls tied at his waist and hair pulled back into a low bun he bounded down the hall into the kitchen where he expected to find you.

“Babe?” He called out, opening the fridge, grabbing the milk to make himself a quick breakfast.

“In here Eds.” Voice drifting from the living room.

He hummed to himself, taking a bowl from the shelf before adding his honeycombs.

“Holy shit! Eddie!” Your high-pitched tone startled him, nearly dropping the milk. He immediately sat it on the counter jogging over to where you sat on the couch.

“What? What's wrong?” He asked, eyes nervously scanning over you.

Your hand covered your mouth, as you pointed to the TV that your eyes were glued to.

“Look!” You exclaimed, already reaching for the remote to increase the volume.

You both watched in abject horror as the camera panned to EMS personnel pushing a gurney across a manicured lawn. It was evident a body lay beneath the white sheet.

A reporter for the state news came into focus, her microphone clutched close to her chest. The petite brunette was in Hawkins, in front of a home you both immediately recognized.

“This small town has been rocked by a gruesome discovery. Earlier this morning, the bodies of Jason Carver and his fiancé, Chrissy Cunningham were found by a family member. Preliminary reports indicate they were brutally attacked. No comment from Sheriff Hopper or Chief Deputy Harrington to confirm any other details for this ongoing investigation.”

“Eds?” You asked, eyes drifting to him momentarily.

“I've got to get to work!” You jumped up from the couch, running past him to slip on your heels and grabbing your small briefcase. “Let's go! Holy shit this huge!”

“Yeah, we can go. Let me grab my keys.” He was still attuned to the TV, but finally snapped out of it, plucking the keys from the bowl by the door and following you.

Your car was still in the shop, Eddie had been working on it for the past couple of days so he'd been dropping you off before heading in each day.

He still drove his van from high school. He knew enough about cars that he kept the old gal going; always stating there was no need to waste money on some new shiny toy when we've got old faithful. He was right.

You had to drive by the station on your way. Traffic was basically at a standstill. Various news vans precariously parked all around the building and roadway waiting to catch a glimpse of Hopper or Steve to ascertain any other details they might provide.

“Great, more attention than those assholes deserve.” Eddie mumbled under his breath. It was a double homicide, but you wondered had it been anyone else murdered would there be this much news media.

“Eds, be nice.” You soothed. “Besides, Chrissy wasn’t an asshole. She may have been bitchy at times, but she was always nice to me.”

“Yeah, to you. Need I remind you that bitch stiffed me the last time I fixed her fuckin’ car? We almost missed rent that month because of that bullshit.”

He reached for his pack of smokes, taking one between his lips and lighting it as he continued. “As if Carver couldn’t afford it? What a fuckin’ joke.”

“I’m sorry babe, but we won't have to worry about that happening again.” Giving him a small smile.

You gave yourself a once over, checking your makeup and hair in the mirror before shutting the visor.

“Eds, I'll walk the rest of the way.”

You leaned over the console kissing his cheek, but he grabbed your wrist when you turned before you could grab the handle.

“Are you sure? I can go around.” He was already checking the rear view to see if he could back up.

“No, it's ok. Maybe I can find Steve before heading over. See if I can get anything out of him.” You surveyed the building to see if any deputies were outside.

“Hey, I love you.” Grabbing your attention. “Go knock 'em dead.”

“I love you baby, but that's a little insensitive. People just died.” You leaned back over, placing a peck to his lips.

“Right,” he grinned. “Break a leg?”

“Bye Eddie.” Rolling your eyes but still blowing him a kiss once you closed the door and watched him drive away.

You knew you could get into the Sheriff's station around the side because you do it numerous times a week. Navigating around the other reporters and crew didn’t take long, some of them watching suspiciously as you went.

A door on the side of the station at the back of the alleyway that reads “STAFF ONLY” painted in bright yellow stops you only briefly. You peer through the small window, catching those bright blue eyes of the one and only Robin Buckley giving her a smile and wave.

She smiles up at you in return, getting up from her desk.

“Hey,” as she opens the door ushering you in. “Was wondering if you’d swing by today.”

Robin works reception for the station. It wasn’t something she wanted to do, but Steve had talked her into taking the job once he had gotten back from the academy and was hired full time. She wouldn’t admit it, but she enjoyed it. She was able to stay in the loop for most of the town gossip.

A quick hug hello and you followed her to the employee break room. Really more like a closet with a coffee maker and a small table with two chairs. It was cramped with only the two of you.

“Is he in yet?” you asked as she poured herself some coffee in a paper cup.

“What? No chit chat? Can’t pretend to be here for friendly conversation instead of business?” She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip, eyeing you over the rim. “Yeah, he’s in his office, but he’s in a mood today.”

“I think I can handle him. Thanks Rob!” as you headed down the hall.

It was a small operation. The reception area, with three desks; one was Robin’s situated up front and the other two were for Calvin Powell and Phil Callahan the other two deputies on payroll.

Down the hall past the breakroom, Hopper’s office was at the end. Steve’s was beside it to the right.

His door was closed, a brass plaque that read “Chief Deputy Steve Harrington” adorned the wooden surface. You took a moment smoothing your skirt, and straightening your top before lifting your hand to knock.

“Yeah?” His voice came muffled through the doorway.

You took it as an invitation, popping your head in.

He didn’t look up, papers and photos spread out in front of him. His brows knit in concentration as his hair was beginning to edge past his forehead from looking down all morning. You noted he needed a haircut. He kept it shorter these days but it was starting to curl at the ends.

He was dressed in his camel-colored uniform, sans his duty belt hung on the coat rack in the corner. It made him look so handsome, clean cut. A good upgrade from the polos he used to wear daily. Badge worn with pride, pinned to his chest.

“Hey stranger!” You finally spoke, scooting yourself into the room and letting the door fall closed behind you.

His eyes darted up when he heard your voice. Face lighting up with your presence, shooting you that million-dollar smile.

“Hey, you,” he shut the file in front of him, pushing it off to the side. “As much as I enjoy your company, you really shouldn’t be here today. If Hop catches you, it’ll be both our asses.”

“I swear, I’ll be quick.” You took the seat in front of him. “Anything you could tell me about what went down?” Batting your lashes as you spoke.

He sighed, sitting up a little straighter, folding his hand on the desk. “You know I can’t right now.”

“Steve, please? I need this. You know how big this would be for me?” You put on your best doe eyes, pouting your lip just a bit. It would nearly work every time. “Pretty please?”

He rolled his eyes, but his face softened. You knew you had him.

“Fine, I’ll give you one thing.” He held up his pointer finger for emphasis.

“OK! Anything!” You took your pad from your briefcase, pen in hand and waited for him to continue.

“Put that down, come here.” Nodding toward the space beside him.

You ease from your position and round the large wooden desk, but instead of showing you something from the case file he pulls you into his lap.

You let out a squeak of surprise as your hand lands on his chest but can’t feel his usual warmth through the layers of fabric and added vest.

A large hand comes to rest on your thigh as his other cradles your cheek and jaw, turning your face towards his. You can feel your heart begin to hammer against your chest.

“I can give you this.” His nose nudging yours as he spoke.

Quickly closing the gap, his warm, waiting lips meld into yours as you wrap your hand around his neck, pulling him closer.

Pliant to his movements, allowing his tongue entry with no hesitation as they begin to move against one another. The taste of nicotine was faintly there mixed with his morning coffee.

The seconds ticked by before finally breaking apart, foreheads resting together as you try to catch your breath. Small pants being exchanged in the space between you.

His voice came out a little strained, “It’s been too long.” Closing his eyes as he said it.

“Steve, it’s only been a couple of days.” You let out a small breathy laugh.

He tilted your head to have better access to your neck, his nose following the curve of your jaw peppering kisses as he eased his way down.

“Baby, I’ve got to get over to the post. I'm already running late.” You moved to get up, as he pouted, hands trying, longing to pull you back in.

He relented and watched as you slipped out of your heels, and quickly moved to lock the door. Looking over your shoulder with a devilish glint in your eye.

“Better make it quick.” You smirked.

You’d never seen him move so quickly. The office held a small loveseat in the corner that he immediately moved over to and planted himself back down.

His cock was outlined in his police issued khakis, straining against the fabric as he began to palm himself watching you with already half-lidded eyes. It didn’t take much for him to get riled up. Steve was wrapped around your finger.

Time was short, foreplay would almost be non-existent, which he hated. He loved nothing more than to take his time. Working you up so you’d be gushing around him.

He gave you an outstretched palm when you got close, gripping your hand helping you to balance as you straddled him. Your skirt bunched at the waist, as your clothed core brushed up against his already throbbing hard-on, making your legs give out the slightest as you caged in around his.

Once you were seated, he moved his hands up your bare thighs, stopping when he reached the edge of your panties. Pussy straddling his hard length, as you felt it kick up beneath you causing a fresh wave of arousal as you clenched around nothing.

You thread your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck and toyed with the collar of his shirt as you looked into those usually caramel-colored eyes blown so full of lust that only the faintest ring of color still existed at the edges.

You leaned down, taking his lips once more as you ground your hips into his eliciting moans from both of you.

“Honey, if we had all the time in the world, I’d worship your body but we probably have ten minutes max before Robin tries to bust through that door.” He pecked your lips and moved his hand to your still clothed core.

He moved your panties to the side, running a finger gently through your folds, barely grazing your clit as he eased up. The faint touch was enough to make you jolt forward.

“Already wet, baby?” he cooed.

“Mmmm… Yeah Stevie, always for you.”

He eased his way back down collecting some of your slick before moving back up, applying more pressure to your bundle of nerves, drawing small circles there.

Your back arched and your toes curled. He barely touched you but it felt as though you were already teetering on the edge.

“Steve, I need you.” You breathed out.

“I’ve got you baby.” He kissed your cheek, “You wanna help me out?”

His eyes and fingers never left you as you scooted back giving yourself enough room to reach down, undoing his belt.

You fumbled just a bit as he momentarily stopped his ministrations to let out a breathy chuckle.

The zipper gave with ease as you were able to reach into his briefs. Your hand grazed his shaft as he hissed at the contact.

You removed him from his confinements, wrapping your hand around his girthy member. Your thumb slid over his fat mushroom tip as you smeared a bead of precum around and edged your way back down.

“Fuck, honey.” His head fell back against the couch, jaw going slack, and closing his eyes.

You were just as bad off as he was right now, so you opted to put the both of you out of your misery. You gently eased his hand from you and slid the material back to the side sitting up just enough to slide his bare cock through your folds.

As soon as his tip caught your entrance, you started the slow descent, moaning in unison at the feeling, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You knew there would be a sting. There always was but with no foreplay or orgasm already drawn, it was almost too much.

Inch by delicious inch you bullied your way down onto him until he was finally seated snug inside of your tight heat. You raised your hips, just to slam them back down as you let out a particularly loud moan.

He quickly pulled you up, placing his palm over your mouth as his other hand wound around your waist, halting your movement.

“Shhhh babydoll, you’ve got to be quiet.” His eyes shifting momentarily to the closed door. “We can’t let anyone hear.”

You nodded but he didn’t remove his hand, instead tightening his hold on your waist as he started to piston his hips instead, fucking up into you.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, hands now clutching his shirt where they were planted on his chest.

“It’s probably better if I take over, huh?” Each word punctuated with an upward thrust. Punching the air from your lungs each time.

All you could do is nod once more.

His cock was hitting that sweet spongy spot as the wiry hairs at the base of his cock was hitting your clit just right. Your orgasm was fast approaching.

You couldn’t warn him as your walls fluttered and began to clamp down around him as a muffled scream came out.

“Oh shit, honey. Cumming already?” he mocked. “Guess you missed me too.”

Your orgasm washed over you, his cock relentlessly massaging your walls, working you through it. A few more sloppy thrusts he followed behind with a low groan, as he painted your walls with his hot, sticky spend.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He softly spoke.

He lowered his hand from your mouth and kissed your forehead as you collapsed forward.

“Fuck, Steve.” You huffed a heavy sigh, looking at your watch with a groan.

“Shit, I've got to go,” you pushed off him and stood as he quickly tucked himself back into his pants and smoothed his hair back into place.

“They were both stabbed.” He huffed out as he stood.

“Huh?” With the post orgasmic haze still lingering you couldn’t fully process what he said.

“You wanted something. Jason and Chrissy. They were stabbed. Chrissy was worse. Whoever did this, it feels personal.” He looked to the floor. “She was strung up and practically gutted.”

Your stomach lurched at the thought of the crime scene. You slowly gather your things; Smoothing out your skirt and fixing your top before slipping back into your heels.

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek and brushed past him, hand settled on the lock, clicking it back into place and opening the door.

“Could I see you again later? My place?” He said in a more hushed tone that halted your movement as you looked back at him.

His eyes were back to their caramel swirls, pleadingly staring at you.

“I can't. My car is still in the shop and Eddie's got me on kind of a tight leash right now.”

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded, with a tight lipped smile.

You started to apologize but he quickly turned away from you.

“Can you close that on your way out?”

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment, “yeah, I got it.” Easing yourself into the hallway and closing the door behind you with a soft click.

Each time you left him like this it got a little harder. Telling yourself it's easier this way. You have a good fuck and go back home. Feelings are messy so you keep him at an arm's length.

You caught your reflection in the mirror on the way out. You reapplied your lipstick, swiping an errant smudge and fixing a few stray hairs.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The voice of deputy Callahan, suddenly right in your space. “Sheriff said no press.” He crossed his arms looking down his nose at you.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just here visiting friends. As if you don’t see me here at least once a week.” You made to walk past him but he stood in your way blocking the small hallway.

“Excuse me.”

He didn't budge. Only moving his face closer to yours. Trying to be intimidating only making you raise an eyebrow in question. He was a piss poor excuse for a cop, an even worse man.

“Right, a visit. Like no one knows why you come by. Or why Harrington's door is always locked.” He donned a sickly-sweet smile, before it was quickly wiped away by Steve’s booming voice coming from behind you.

“Callahan! Need to get something off your chest?”

He stood a few feet away with one hand on his hip, the other resting on the gun in his belt. He was intimidating. His very essence exuded confidence.

Callahan's head snapped up. Eyes wide with shock from being caught.

“Uh, no Chief… j… just escorting the press off the premises. Like the Sheriff asked.” his shoulders deflated just a bit under the other man’s hardened gaze.

You skirted past him, not bothering to look at the asshole in front of you instead catching Steve’s eyes over the other man's shoulder, throwing him a wink and a smirk before slipping back down the hall.

You quickly said your goodbye to Robin before exiting out the front.

The news reporters perked up but were quickly discouraged when they noticed you weren’t who they were hoping for. You smiled to yourself knowing you were about to go break the story that everyone wanted to know.

Hawkins Post was just a block down from the station. You were running exceptionally late, even by your standards but you were sure you could smooth it over with the boss once he heard the news you were about to drop.

Starting work straight out of high school for the post was hard. A woman in a man’s world. Nancy and you starting at the bottom, working your way up, now getting stories published at least once a week.

You burst through the door to see everyone scrambling about, no doubt working an angle. Clawing over each other for something newsworthy that hadn’t already been released. You weren’t worried about who you needed to run over to get it first.

Scanning the room, you spot Nancy in what looked like a heated conversation with Fred Benson. She was dressed in her usual skirt with matching suit jacket, hair perfectly in place as always.

She stopped mid-sentence once she spotted you.

“Finally!” she marched over, immediately grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward a quiet corner. For a petite woman, she could be very intimidating, downright scary at times.

“Good morning to you too Nance.” You said, as she turned you face to face and leaned in.

“Can you believe this?” She quietly hissed, eyes quickly scanning the room to see if anyone was watching the two of you.

“Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham?” She shook her head in disbelief. “It’s just… crazy. Who would do this?”

Her big eyes finally looked back up expectantly.

“What?” you asked.

“Please tell me the reason you were late is that you have something and not because you couldn’t get Eddie out of bed again.”

“Well, Nance,” you laughed, “it’s a little of both so…”

“Thank God!” she reached out and grabbed your shoulders pulling you in for a quick hug. “We've got a meeting with Holloway in an hour!”

Tom was a hard ass, misogynistic bastard but he knew good news when he heard it and was a damn good Chief Editor.

“And you have a good source for this?” He looked up from an article he was editing, eyeing you from above the edge of his glasses placed at the end of his nose.

“The best! When have I ever steered you wrong Chief?” You flashed him your brightest smile.

“Ladies, you know we have to tread carefully here. This wasn’t just any homicide. You both know Jason’s dad owns the Post.” He huffed, knowing his hands were a little tied on this one.

“I’m going to be as tactful as possible here. We can leave out the worst of the how, but I also had an anonymous tip that looks like it’s going to pan out.”

He raised his brows, “I’m listening.”

Nancy wasn’t sure where this was going, looking over at you with a confused look.

“The investigating officers found a mask at the scene. It’s mass-produced, sold as part of a Halloween costume. Some peanut eyed ghost guy. Hard to trace. Hell, I bet Melvald’s had the same one on their shelves this past Halloween.”

You could feel Nancy’s eyes boring into the side of your face. You had shared the information with her on the way to talk to Tom but left out this little detail.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, while you waited with bated breath.

“Okay, write it up! I want it in an hour! And remember, tactful!”

“On it Chief!” you jumped from your chair; Nancy hot on your heels as she followed you to your small desk. Taking her seat right beside yours, gathering some notes in front of her.

“You got an anonymous tip?” She asked.

“Huh? Yeah. I got a call right before our meeting.” You answered without looking up from typing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know… I…” Your phone ringing abruptly pausing the conversation, for which you were grateful. “Hold that thought Nance.”

“Hawkins Post,” you cheerfully greeted.

“Hey sweetheart! How’d it go?” Eddie’s velvety voice came through.

“I got the byline baby! Tom is going to let me run with it.” You couldn’t contain the enthusiasm, even with the nature of the article.

“I guess visiting your boy toy paid off, huh?” he huffed a small laugh.

“Jealous?” twirling the cord with your finger.

“Nah, I got nothin’ to worry about, we both know who you come home to, ‘sides,” he lowered his voice an octave, whispering through the receiver. “You know who that sweet pussy really belongs to, huh sweetheart?”

His words went straight to your core, making you subconsciously rub your legs together under the desk. He really knew what he was doing.

“Bet you're squirming in that seat thinking about my cock right now.”

“M’hmmm.” All you could reply.

“I know you are sweet thing, but” voice back to normal, “I’ll see you later. Boss wants to see me and Billy both in his office. Wish me luck?”

“Good luck Eds. Love you.”

“Love you too sweetheart. I’ll see you this afternoon.” He hung up. You turned toward Nance only finding an empty seat; now nowhere to be seen so instead, you got back to work.

By noon, you were staring at a front-page article printed with your name and a breaking story that no one saw coming.

Dubbed the ‘Ghostface’ Killer, this apparent masked maniac prayed on two of this little town's prominent souls without seemingly any remorse.

Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham were found brutally slain in their shared home earlier this morning by a family member, Chrissy’s mother Laura Cunningham, after numerous phone calls to reach the couple were all in vain. (She declined to comment).

An anonymous source states that the couple was stabbed to death. Due to the nature of the crime, it seems very personal. Details have not yet been released. (No comment from Roane County Sheriff Jim Hopper or Chief Deputy Steve Harrington at this time.)

An anonymous tip has also noted that the investigating officers found a mass-produced Halloween mask at the scene. This particular mask was sold in stores all over the city and state this past Halloween making it practically impossible to trace. (No comment from Roane County Sheriff Jim Hopper or Chief Deputy Steve Harrington at this time.)

A crime of this caliber hasn’t rocked the quiet town of Hawkins since the death of Principal Ronald Higgins in the Spring of 1986 by one of Hawkin’s High School students Henry Creel.

More to come as this story unfolds.

[idanceuntilidie]

In the Aurora Circus

Yandere circus performers ocs x gn reader Warning; metions of kidnapping, yandere themes, being tied up and not in the fun way.

Also you will meet Henry and his love is and will be only platonic, the rest is romantic. Thank you very much. Almost 1000 words someone give me a medal and hot chocolate.

I think my sugar is low- if you want to ask me about everyone you meet go on more might come soon

You start to think that everyone in the circus likes you, but not in a friendly, bestie type of way.  Hell you think they all love you. They love you like Kit and Hero.  It might be their fault, and it makes sense! 

Since they brought you here you swear the air shifted in the circus.   

It started with one of the dancers,  Kit by accident left the trailers door open, a spark of hope was lit in your brain. It burned bright, but you swear her eyes twinkled when she saw you. Her cheeks burned red, and she just backed away.  The gag that hero shoved into your mouth stopped you from screaming. 

  Ox wanted to talk with Kit, he was starting to act odd, and she just wanted to see if anything was wrong. Sure, he and Hero mentioned something about crush but it could mess with the shows, and she just wants the best for everyone.  When she finally got to that trailer, she noticed the door being open, when she got closer, she saw someone sitting on the bed, tied up, (e/c) eyes staring at her. Her heart fluttered.  You poor thing, tied up and all. She didn’t move, just watched, will you try to scream? Whine? You are already shaking with fear, why not try to scream? She doesn’t know where this fascination came from, but she didn’t mind.  Ox never thought she would say this, but you looked cute. Like a hopeless bunny, it made her heart flutter. Her cheeks burned. She needs to go, back away.   And so, she did, but she will visit you tomorrow.  Maybe tomorrow you will try to scream. 

 

The next came those twin clowns, this time the door was closed, and you were just sitting and reading a book. When all of the sudden you saw two clowns' storm into the trailer.   They looked like they were running from something.  “Jesus J this was too much!”    One of them whispered yelled,  the second one scoffed.  “C It’s fine, she needed a little bit of stress relief-”    The words died in his mouth, yours too you didn’t know what you say.  The twins didn’t also.  So you just both stayed like that, silently staring at each other.   The one called C looked at you then at J.   “Holy shit Kit and Hero kidnapped a pretty person” 

  C got smacked at the back of the head by J. The other one winced in pain, while J shushed his twin.  “You never saw us here, but for once in his entire lifetime, you are cute, but sadly sweetheart this isn’t our business.”  

They started to push C towards the exit.  “See you later Hun”- J blew a kiss towards you.   

“Hey wait-” 

They fucked up again, prank gone wrong, Ox was pissed let’s say they decided to mess a bit with her make up.  They needed to hide, and they knew Kit and Hero were gone because they needed to buy some stuff. C suggested they hide in their trailer. So, they did, but they didn’t expect to find someone in there. Both of them were speechless.  After that little one-sided conversation, they ran away again.    This time they hid in the tent.    “You saw what I saw?”  J wheezed. C nodded eagerly.    “An angel”- C sighed dreamily, they did expect for J they him again, but they just nodded agreeing with them.  So this was the famous crush of Kits and Heros. They too quiet but, J had to admit they were a little attractive. They felt bad, his heart aching with guilt.  They ignored the chatter of C rambling about how heavenly you were. They were right, you were. It made him wonder if they could see you again, and so did C. 

  You third meeting was actually with the owner of the circus, since he heard some rumors, he wanted to see what in the hell was going on.   Henry was his name, Kit told you about him, tall scary and tired old man who got this circus after his parents died. He made the show go on. He saved many performs from becoming homeless, like Kit.  You were sweating bullets, but you were a little hopeful now. Maybe he would help you get out, but when he agreed on letting you stay you swear you felt your heart sink.  You were speechless, Kit and Hero were so happy.  You felt like your life ended right there.�� But for Henry, he delt like he had a new kid to take care of and raise, and well more performers.   

Your spirits dropped after meeting Henry, Kit and Hero kept taking care of you. You felt like a doll, and it felt like shit. After some time, they even let you roam around. You tried to avoid Ox, you think you saw J and C running away from Henry this time.   You chuckled at that, but backed away so they wouldn’t see you.   

So that’s how you stumbled upon Lio, the magician. So he was the fourth one you met here after getting kidnapped. You loved his shows and seeing him up close was magical.  He made few tricks, possibly a warmup. You think he was ready for the main thing when you saw him looking at you. He was smiling and gesturing you to come closer.    Lio saw you roaming around the circus, he thought might give you a small show.  The way you were looking at him made him chuckle and smile.   Maybe you would be his little assistant for a while, so he decided to invite you in. He showed you a couple of tricks, and even thought you some.  You were so happy, he always liked to make people smile, but yours was enchanting.  You must have put a spell on him because damn, he can’t think about anything else but you. 

[chaoticpolarity]

Ok, I just saw Sonic 3, and I'm gonna talk about it under a Keep Reading, so spoilers ahead on the movie and my thoughts

I'm still a little insane off the adrenaline, so my thoughts may change later, but this is what I think fresh off the experience.

It was REALLY GOOD, but I'm not going to lie to myself and say that it was incredible and met all the criteria. I'm gonna get the negative-ish out of the way first, then I'll rave, okay? Okay. Gerald Robotnik also played by Jim Carrey basically fell into the trap I was worried about, in that he was kind of just another Eggman in a slightly different coat of paint. The two Robotniks are very different flavors of insane at the point in which we meet them in SA2, so, while I hoped Jim Carrey may prove he has some range as a Robotnik, I was a bit let down, but not entirely surprised. He wasn't BAD, per se, but he sort of shone a spotlight on how I'm not the hugest Jim Carrey Eggman fan anyways. That's my opinion, of course; I know some people really like Jim Carrey as Eggman, and again, he's not bad.

Also, I know we as fans were told that Shadow and Maria's story would play a big part in the movie, but...I have to say, that's the real sticking point for me with this movie, especially with Shadow Generations to compare it to. Did anyone notice that Maria's influence on Shadow was really muted? It was there, and he clearly cared about her a lot, and I did like how they showed Shadow was alienated from the scientists and had doubts about his potentially being a monster. But Maria wasn't portrayed as sick, she didn't show any love for the Earth (probably because they changed the story and location of the lab, cuz that wasn't the ARK), and so she didn't really influence Shadow's taking care of the Earth after she was gone. Which sort of made her loss...pretty generic, in all honesty. Like, I know Maria was fridged in the canon material, but the movie actually made her feel MORE fridged in not giving her as much of a voice for Shadow to be influenced by and for Gerald to twist around and ignore.

Anyways, I think that's the negatives out of the way; let's get more positive now, shall we?

Compared to the previous movies, the dumb silly moments were actually weirdly enjoyable despite the cringe. Like, during the Eggmen's laser light show dance, I said, out loud, "I hate that I kind of like this," lol.

I was actually kind of surprised at how they subverted some of my/our expectations on how Sonic and Shadow interacted, especially near and at the end of the movie. To make Shadow be the one to Sort Of talk Sonic down, and then Sonic talk Shadow down, and then have Sonic be the one to lose his Super form and plummet to Earth, while still having Shadow "die" in the end...lots of twists and turns there! I did like their little quiet moment on the moon, admittedly. I knew it would probably happen, cuz Shadow needed to switch sides, and Sonic was gonna be the one to do it with the absence of the girls, but it was still nice.

The "Talk about a low budget flight" moment TOOK ME THE FUCK OUT??? Like, I did not expect them to go full reference at that moment, but OF COURSE SONIC WOULD SAY THAT THERE.

ALSO, I EXPECTED AN ORCHESTRAL REMASTER OF LIVE AND LEARN, BUT I DID NOT EXPECT THE ORIGINAL CRUSH 40 MIX TO PLAY AT FIRST, LIKE HOLY SHIT???? LMAO THAT WAS KIND OF AWESOME.

Anyways...now let's talk about the part where I actually screamed...which was, of course, the mid credits scene. Here's a play-by-play of how I reacted: "Oh shit, Metal Sonic! ...Hmmm...I'm a little disappointed, not gonna lie, since that's technically another "guy" character, and I was hoping for at least Amy...wait...wait a minute, weren't Amy and Metal Sonic introduced in the same game? wAIT-" *Amy appears, busting up the Metals with her Piko Piko Hammer* "YES!!!" But yeah, like, holy shit, fears of it being a trilogy averted! Also, since the end-credits scene confirmed Shadow didn't die, and is in a different locale than everyone else...and Amy Rose is introduced next movie...that means there's a VERY real possibility that Rouge is coming along too!!! YAY!!! Anyways, I rate the movie an 8/10 as a Sonic fan (different rating if it was for being a movie). Better than the previous two, which were a 6/10 and a 7/10 respectively. Not exactly what we all hoped for out of a Shadow story, but not bad in any ways, just sort of diluted compared to the source material.

[spopsalt]

Hazbin hotel episode 4 is the definition of "Our expectations were low but holy shit."

[theliterarywolf]

So, looks like hbomberguy is still trending after his plagiarism video blew up. What do you think of it?

I personally haven't watched it because I haven't vibed with Hbomberguy's videos in the past.

However, from what I've heard:

James Somerton's bullshit was a long time coming.

Illuminaughti has just been circling the drain of 'our expectations were low, but holy shit' so her being spotlighted wasn't a surprise.

With the Internet Historian stuff, I keep hearing that the claim of 'he plagiarised the ENTIRE 'Man in Hole' video' was, in reality, 'he took information from one article and didn't cite it properly', and the fact that the online ridicule towards him has shifted from 'filthy plagiarizer' to 'Um, he made Nazi jokes so he's a piece of shit', is leaning me more towards the side of his infractions not even being that malicious.

[yonderghostshistories]

HAPPY 13TH ANNIVERSARY TO “HOLY FLYING CIRCUS” (2011) 🥳🎉🎊🎂🎈

(Aka the best Monty Python biopic imho)

It’s been 13 BLOODY years since HFC aired on this day (19th October) at 9:00pm on BBC 4 in the year of our lord 2011, but it’s only been a few months since I (and many other of my mutuals) watched and rewatched it this year, and I will always treasure the times that I have seen this wonderful movie!

I remember when I was a newly fresh faced MP fan in 2023 and was slowly and gradually getting into them, and that I was wondering if there was ever a biopic made about Monty Python? I mean, it would be kinda weird that there wasn’t a biopic made about Monty Python, ya’know considering that they were very much influential in the world of comedy and beyond, that it would obviously be a missed opportunity to NOT make a biopic about them.

I then went and logged on into one of the school computers at my secondary school to look up if there was a Monty Python Biopic, in which I googled smth along the lines of “Monty Python Biopic”, and LO and behold, HFC was (iirc) the first result that came up!

I was IMMEDIATELY intrigued to see what HFC was all about, and so I looked at and read the plot synopsis for HFC on IMDb. At the time, it was honestly really cool and interesting fr! Then I looked at the cast and…well. I wasn’t immediately put off by the fact that the cast for the HFC Pythons weren’t exactly 100% identical to the irl Pythons, like they were similar to them but JUST different enough to have a sorta distinct, uncanny feeling to them. But ngl, at the time when I saw photos of the cast, I did have a feeling that was like “ughh….this is soooo obviously cheap, why couldn’t they have gotten a bigger budget for this?”, and now looking back, I do recognise that HFC was, well, made on a BBC 4 budget (aka a low budget, at least for BBC 4) and that the cast and crew had to work with what they had (both in terms costumes and hair) and tbh I was kinda a bit mean on them at that time and that do I regret it. I mean, I still don’t forgive some of the HFC Pythons’ hair cuz OMG Steve Punt/Eric and Phil Nichol/Terry G’s hair is still kinda not good lol 😂 but I do understand why it is what it is.

Anyway, I digress!

It was because of this (plus looking at some rather quite negative reviews of HFC) that I STILL wanted to check out HFC and see what it’s about, but I had INCREDIBLY low expectations for it. At best thinking that HFC would be at least kinda decent, but at worst thinking that it would be kinda mediocre and not the worst but definitely not the best. So, for Christmas 2023, I asked my Dad (iirc) to buy me the DVD for HFC (as well as some other DVDs, those being “A Liar’s Autobiography” the book, the animated film adaptation “A Liar’s Autobiography” (2012), “Remember Me” (2014) starring Michael Palin, “A Field in England” (2013) and “In the Earth” (2021), the latter 2 cuz I was really into the League of Gentlemen/Inside No. 9/Reece Shearsmith at the time and also cuz I love me a bit of horror!). Then came January/February 2024, and I got my DVDs by that time!

(Here’s a crappy looking (affectionate) picture I took of them back in February when I still used my Android phone to take pictures of stuff)

Then I…..didn’t watch them (and in this case HFC) for a couple months after I got them (mostly due to school and exams and shit which made me kinda exhausted and so I didn’t watch much stuff during that time cuz of it), BUT! BUT BUT BUT!!

It was on a somewhat regular day on the 20th of May 2024, when I finally, FINALLY AFTER ALL THIS TIME OF LAYING IT OFF AGAIN AND AGAIN (again due to the exams and studying for said exams and shit) that I decided to finally get the courage to watch HFC in its entirety!! Also cuz I needed to give myself a bit of stress relief and also a lil reward for studying too much lol.

I got the HFC DVD from my living room shelf, I took the HFC DVD out from the plastic cover, I then got my DVD player and carefully inserted the HFC DVD into the DVD player so as to NOT potentially break it, and then…..I finally watched it.

It was…..quite the experience (and I mean this in the most positive way ever!)

Watching the film for the first time genuinely, like GENUINELY, floored my previously low expectations of it. Like, fr IT WAS CRAZY. AND AMAZING. AND WONDERFUL. AND SURREAL. AND FUNNY. Like, it was honestly the best thing I ever watched at that time!!

The HFC Python cast, who I thought was not gonna be the best, was actually fr incredible! Not only did they all get their respective irl Pythons’ mannerisms and expressions on point, but their unique take on each Python was genuinely charming and interesting fr! Especially Charles Edwards/Michael and Darren Boyd/John and their relationship between each other in the film was indeed very captivating to watch (and a lil gay and fan service-y, to which I also love it for that <33).

Speaking of which, Charles Edwards as Michael Palin was unironically the best thing about this film, not only for his voice and mannerisms but his character as well!! Like fr CHARLIE EDWARDS FR LOOKS LIKE ACTUAL MICHAEL PALIN LIKE WHAT?!!?!!

Darren Boyd as John Cleese was also quite great too, like, even if he portrayed him as the “Basil Fawlty Persona” version of John, I felt like it was still pretty much like John’s character, and Darren Boyd/John does show little moments of genuine vulnerability, which make it really more profound imo!

Rufus Jones as Terry Jones, Phil Nichol as Terry Gilliam, Steve Punt as Eric Idle and Tom Fisher as Graham Chapman were also pretty great in this as well! But ESPECIALLY Tom Fisher/Gray as HE ABSOLUTELY STOLE THE SHOW IN THIS MOVIE FR, AND THAT HE ABSOLUTELY SLAYED AS GRAY AND I LOVE HIS JACKETS, HIS SEXINESS, HIS QUOTES, HIS GAYNESS, HIS WISENESS, HIS EVERYTHING AGHHHHH (also he’s really beautiful imo). Like with Charles Edwards/Michael and Darren Boyd/John, their performances as their each respective Python was really amazing, such as Phil Nichol exhibiting Terry G’s childlike craziness and goblin-like energy, to Rufus Jones/Jonesy also acting/double role-ing as Michael’s Wife (in a loving homage to Jonesy playing most of the female characters in MPFC and the films with absolute PERFECTION) to Steve Punt/Eric being very much onto the business side of Python (in which he’s referred to as a “money grabbing bastard”, which I almost quote all the time haha).

Also shoutout to the supporting cast of HFC, they also carried the movie too! My personal favourites being Jason Thorpe as the rude and annoying and obnoxious boss (and very funny) Alan Dick and the LoB obsessed but with good intentions Christian with a stutter Desmond Lovely, Simon Greenall as the Pythons’ Manager/Film Distributor Barry, Paul Chahidi as the meek and trying to make things go well Harry Balls, and Stephen Fry as God (cuz Stephen Fry is an absolute ⚡️✨ ICON ✨⚡️fr)!

Oh yeah, also, I LOVE THE ANIMATIONS AHHHH THEYRE SO AMAZEBALLS FRRR!!!! AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE LOVE THE MUSIC TOOO!!!! SHOUTOUT TO THE ANIMATION TEAM AND MUSIC COMPOSER FOR HFC, THEY DESERVE IT FR AND DESERVE ALOT OF APPRECIATION!!!

Also, this movie is fr so funny frfr, have I mentioned that it’s really funny? Cuz it’s really funny! It’s also (like Holy Grail) very quotable indeed, and there’s a lot like ALOT of quotes from HFC that live in my head rent free! My personal favourites among them are:

-“It’s Half Logical, Half Silly!”

-“Eric is a Money Grabbing Bastard!”

-“Glass of Cordial? S P O T O F S O U P ?”

-“Are you Willy waving at Jesus?”

-“Well, I am Gay, I like Neeews, it’s very good for film reviieeewwws 😌😏”

The ways this movie have changed my life for the better (and for the sillier) is that I’ve gone through the rabbit hole and have discovered many, MANY amazing shows and films starring each of the HFC Python actors, for example; “Treacle Jr” (2010) and “The Nine Lives of Tomas Katz” (2000) (both films starring Tom Fisher) are genuinely pretty great and I do recommend you watch them if you can! Plus I bought them and other projects starring each HFC Python on DVD cuz it shows how much I’m THAT dedicated to this movie (HFC) fr, and that I’m fr grateful for discovering this little BBC 4 Pythonesque comedy drama from 2011, cuz if i hadn’t, I’d have missed out on some real great stuff!

I will always love “Holy Flying Circus” (2011) for the rest of my life, and I will always appreciate and treasure it with my entire heart 🫶❤️, and I will continue watching and rewatching it and continue fanning about it into the future! I’m very lucky that HFC came into my life and that I watched it, and that I don’t think I’d be quite the same if I hadn’t the courage to watch the film on the 20th May 2024.

It’ll soon be almost 1 hour to the time (that being 9:00pm) when HFC aired on the 19th of October in 2011 by the time I’m writing this, so I’d like to quickly wrap up by saying:

Thank you “Holy Flying Circus” (2011). Just, thank you ☺️🫶❤️…..

And remember:

“Eric is a Money Grabbing Bastard”.