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bookworm / eddie munson

masterlist

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: fem!reader, smut (obvi), pet names (sweetheart, babe), little bit of calling eddie sir, dom!eddie, spanking, thigh riding, orgasm denial, oral (f recieving), fingering, sex, choking, degradation, praise, slight size kink/eddie making you feel him in your stomach (technically), bit of a breeding kink

eddie catches you reading a not so innocent book and tries to replicate it for you

the sound of eddie strumming his guitar filled the space of his bedroom as you sat propped against his wall. as usual, your nose was buried in a book as the world around you faded away. while eddie was trying to figure out a verse for one of the new songs for corroded coffin, you were in new york city.

metaphorically, obviously.

you were a privileged rich girl who never lifted a finger who met a very attractive, slightly older man who worked hard his whole life to become a multi millionaire. when seeing how much of a spoiled brat you were, the man decided he needed to teach you a couple lessons. and oh shit was it good.

you had a bit of a problem with inserting yourself into books. obviously your name wasn’t gigi hendricks and you were far from a rich girl living in the big apple, but really what was the harm?

when you came up on a scene that was definitely spicy, you debated putting the book down until you got home. but the way this author wrote was addicting. the foreplay was very detailed, the man being so very teasing and you couldn’t lie the thought of being spanked like that turned you on.

you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as he began rubbing her through her panties, degrading her as she got wetter and wetter. she was begging for more friction, but he only allowed her to grind on his thigh.

eddie sighed as he decided he needed a break if he was going to get anywhere with this verse. he looked over to you to ask if you wanted to go rent a movie or something but you were engulfed in the book. he furrowed his brows as he saw your lip in your mouth, chewing on it. your eyes were widened, pupils expanded as you scanned the page. he put his guitar down on the floor while watching you closely.

he noticed you unconsciously rub your thighs together and slightly roll your hips and his eyes widened. no way his best friend was turned on in his bed right now. he decided this could be his shot to make all his fantasies come true, so he leaned towards you. “whatcha reading, sweetheart?” eddie smirked, watching you jump at his voice.

“my book?” you questioned, cheeks burning.

eddie rolled his eyes. “no shit, y/n. what’s it about?” he asks, watching you tense up.

your mind blanks for a second. you could not tell your best friend you were reading literal porn. “uh, it’s a romance. enemies to lovers type stuff,” you shrug, trying to play it off.

eddie eyes you for a moment and the lunges for you, trying to grab the book. you scream in surprise and turn, holding it close to your chest. “eddie!” you yell as he climbs on top of you, trying to grab it.

“let me see!” he yells, trying to pry your fingers off it. you won’t let go, so he reaches down to tickle your side. it catches you off guard, enough so that he can take the book from your hold. he sits up, using one hand to bat yours away as he brings the book up to his face all while straddling you.

you panic, embarrassment flooding you. “eddie, stop. don’t read it,” you beg but eddie already is.

eddie smiles evilly at you before looking back to the book. he clears his throat and you try hitting him in the chest. “my hot arousal drips from my desperate hole, soaking my black lace panties. adam watches me with an unimpressed look as i shamelessly grind against his clothed thigh, my bud begging for any attention. i let out helpless whimpers into his ear, hoping he’ll just give in and fuck me like the bad girl i am,” eddie recites, watching you cover your face with your hands.

he skims a couple paragraphs before reading again. “he slides my drenched panties down my legs at an agonizing pace before slipping them into the pocket of his suit pants. ‘you won’t be getting those back,’ he purrs as his soft hands spread my legs. i reveal my glistening pussy to him and he lets out a hum of approval. ‘so wet for me, huh whore?’ he teases, running a finger through my folds as i shiver. he lowers himself to his knees, making his face level with my pussy. ‘please, sir, please,’ i beg, trying to push my hips towards his awaiting mouth. he gives me a stern look and i think he’s going to stop, but then his hot mouth is closing around my throbbing clit,” eddie reads off, his dick hardening a bit at the story. he looks down at you, covering your face in embarrassment. what he can’t see, is you clenching your legs together to try and get some relief.

“damn, sweetheart. this is the shit you read?” he asks, trying to grab your attention.

you shake your head and whine, “eds.” he only smirks at your words.

eddie scans you, debating his next words carefully. “what were you thinking, reading this shit in my room, huh? you think i wouldn’t notice you rubbing your legs together, eyes blown wide because you’re so obviously horny?” he tsks, dropping the book next to him and placing his hands on your sides. “c’mon, sweetheart, look at me,” he coos. you shake your head no and he just tsks in disapproval. “you know how turned on i am right now, y/n? my favorite girl, reading actual porn, on my bed? it’s like you were asking for me to do something about it,” he teases, hands sensually rubbing up and down your sides, stopping just below your breasts.

“i-i wasn’t,” you mutter, peeking at him through your fingers.

he meets your eyes, just for you to close them again. eddie leans down, lowering his lips to your ear. “do you want me to?” he whispers, pouring every final ounce of confidence into the question.

you completely freeze under him, and eddie is ready to pull off and apologize for crossing a boundary. “i-i,” you stutter, your hands falling slowly from your face. eddie pushes himself up enough to look at you as you scan his face. “you’d want to?” to ask, voice catching in your throat.

eddie chuckles, his hair brushing against your cheeks. “don’t want to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart, but i’ve wanted to for a long time,” he admits and your eyes widen. “but hey, if this is too much, tell me now. i don’t mind, i’ll get up and we can pretend this never happened, okay?” he says quickly.

it’s silent between the both of you for a moment. eddie is holding his breath as your brain is trying to process everything. “eddie,” you breath out, hands slightly shaking as you press them to his chest.

eddie thinks you’re about to shove him off of you but he nods. “yeah, babe?” he asks hoarsely.

you flick your gaze between his eyes before taking a breath. “do something about it,” you say. eddie inhales sharply, but the second it processes he’s diving down to connect your lips.

you moan into it, hands fisting his shirt as you try and pull him closer. your lips move in tandem, soft noises filling the air around you. eddie sighs into your mouth from pleasure of this finally happening before sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. you part your lips for him, gliding your tongue out to pass along his. your breathing picks up as eddie moves one leg from its position straddling you to nudge your knees apart. you comply with no hesitation so eddie can move fully between your legs.

you weren’t able to rub them together anymore, so you were just begging for some friction. “want me to do what they did in that book? or you want me differently? tell me, sweetheart,” eddie asked between kisses. you pulled him back in, drunk of his lips. the both of you had imagined this for so so long and now that you had it you didn’t want to go too fast.

when you finally pull away you take a moment to catch your breath. “i-i guess like the book… but i don’t know what happens after, well, where you stopped,” you stutter.

eddie smirks at your nervousness. “gusss while you grind on my thigh like a little whore i have some reading to do,” he observes and you gasp. “how’s it start, babe? mind telling me?” he asks, pushing some of your hair back.

you feel warmth further flood your face as you think of the beginning of the chapter. you gnaw know your bottom lip before pulling him down so you could hide in his neck. “he-he makes her take her clothes off and then he um, he spanks her…” you mutter pathetically.

eddie grunts at your words, forehead falling against your collarbone. “fuck, baby, is that what you want? you want me to spank you?” he asks, his hand on your hip digging further into your hip bone.

you close your eyes in embarrassment. “i think i-i might like it,” you whisper. eddie pulls back to look at you so he can look in your eyes while getting confirmation.

“you wanna try? if you don’t like it you can just tell me to stop and i will. but don’t push yourself, you can always find this out another time,” he say, thumb massaging your hip bone.

you scan his face as you debate it before you nod. “i want to,” you confirm and eddie squeezes his eye shut.

he sits back on his knees and grabs your arms to pull you into a sitting position. “okay, fuck, get those clothes off, just like the book,” he instructs and you nod. he watches as you pull your shirt over your head and bites his lips as he sees your bra. he moves back, allowing you to kick off your jeans and then you’re looking at him expectantly. “just taking a second to look at you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, scanning your body. sure he’d seen you in a bikini before, but your bikini wasn’t satin. you wore a basic black bra with a little bow in the front, and the sexist pair of red satin panties eddie thinks he’s ever seen.

“how do you… want me?” you ask hesitantly, crossing your arms at your waist. “in the book they uh,” you trail, looking away from him, “she’s over his desk but…” you trail off once again.

eddie nods in understanding. “not so intense?” he questions and you nod. he moves more to the center of his bed and pats his thighs. “i want you to lay over my lap, that way if you don’t like it we won’t have to do too much to get you out of it,” he says and you nod. you carefully crawl over to him, ignoring the guttural groan that leaves his throat as you do so. you lay yourself over him and take a deep breath.

one of his hands rests on the small of your back and you close your eyes shut. “don’t be nice,” you breathe and eddie lets out a low moan.

he grabs a handful of your asscheek and squeezes it. “you really are dirty, huh?” he questions, digging his nails into the plump skin of your ass. you feel more arousal shoot to your core at his words. “such a fucking slut, reading such terrible things infront of me. i think you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you agree?” he continues, moving to grope your other cheek. you let out a small whine and nod your head.

“mm and bad girls get punished, don’t they?” he asks, snapping the waistband of your panties.

“yes,” you moan and stick your ass up the slightest bit. eddie rubs your ass soothingly before pulling his hand back. he lets his hand fly back down, not as hard as he could and watches you jolt. he rubs his hand over where he smacked as you rub your thighs together. “good,” you moan causing eddie to smirk.

he lands another smack on your ass before talking again. “what a whore, liking her damn punishment,” he groans, smacking you again. he landed a few more on you until your ass was pleasantly red. “sit up for me?” he asks even though it’s more of a demand.

you do as told and eddie pulls you to straddle his right thigh. “good so far?” he asks, checking in. you nod and rest your hands on his shoulders. he leans in, one hand holding your face as he pulls you in for another kiss. you sigh happily into his mouth as eddie thinks.

how was this really happening? why did he never think you’d be into kinks? what else was in this book? fuck, what else was he gonna be able to do to you?

eddie’s other hand blindly reaches back to fumble around for the book as you deepen the kiss. he finally grabs it, pulling it towards him as he breaks the kiss. “i think i have some reading to do,” he says, opening the book to where he left off. your breath catches in your throat as he flips to the right page. he begins reading for a moment before looking up at you. “now, sweetheart, i know there’s something you’re supposed to be doing. get to it,” he says and you gasp in a breath. he smirks at the reaction you give his words and wraps one of his long arms around your waist.

you drop down onto his thigh, situating yourself as he comfortingly rubs your back. you watch him skim over the pages as you begin rocking your hips against his jeans. “oh, oh shit,” you mutter as you feel your wetness soak through your underwear. eddie smirks but doesn’t look at you, just lazily resting his hand on your back as if you weren’t grinding on his leg.

you think it turned you on more. the fact that eddie was fully clothed, not even looking at you as he read a book with his hand holding your back so gently while you made a mess on his jeans. your jaw falls open as the roughness of his jeans drags along your clit, the friction making small waves of pleasure flood your pussy.

eddie removes his hand from your back to turn the page quickly before replacing it. you press yourself harder against him, the drag against your swollen clit making you let out a moan. you didn’t know if you were meant to cum like this, but if eddie took too long you might.

your hips picked up speed, small gasps and moans leaving your lips as you kept your eyes on eddie. his eyes though are trained on the words on the pages, his dick growing harder at the sounds of your moans as he reads what he’s gonna do to you.

“mm, honey, i don’t know if i’ll be able to follow this 100%,” eddie says as he skims a particular paragraph.

you blink heavily, trying to clear your mind enough to talk. “that’s okay, but why?” you ask, your sentence punctuated with a moan as eddie begins bouncing his leg.

eddie chuckles at your response to him moving his leg but takes a handful of your ass to better hold you in place. “well,” he begins, lowering the book to look at you. he smiles at your lip between your teeth as you look at him with begging eyes. “i don’t have a vibrator, for one,” he shrugs innocently as you feel a pit in your stomach. you had one. if only you were at your house, damnit. “we also can’t have someone walk in as i’m fucking you from behind,” he squeezes your ass causing you to yelp but jolt yourself faster against him.

eddie picks the book back up, looking away from you with struggle as your head falls back in pure bliss. broken moans leave your lips as you feel yourself climbing the tower to your orgasm. “eddie,” you moan, clit throbbing against him.

he stiffens at the sound of his name, cock straining against his jeans. “better slow down, baby. you can’t cum yet,” he says, tapping your bottom as you let out a whine.

“eds, please,” you whimper as you nestle your head into his neck.

he thought about it, but he wanted to stick as close as he could to the story. “i said no,” he says sternly, pulling his hand back to smack your ass. you let out a small yelp and try to slow your hips. “hmph yeah, can’t do that either,” he mumbles to himself as he finishes up the chapter.

you try and lift yourself off his thigh but he slams you right back down. “wh-what?” you ask, trying to focus on that instead of you nearing the edge of your orgasm you couldn’t have.

eddie closes the book, tossing it so it lands on his bedside table. his now free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you out from hiding in his. “i can’t cum inside you if we’re doing it raw,” he says casually, pushing some of the hair stuck to your face with sweat behind your ears.

“hnuh,” you moan, thighs clamping around eddie’s thigh at that. he looks at you in surprise.

his hands now rest on your hips as he looks at you with a teasing smile. “oh? you want that, huh?” he asks, using his hands to pull you against his thigh.

you shudder, closing your eyes to will away the orgasm. “you ca-can though. please,” you beg and eddie just shakes his head.

he can’t lie that he wants to, shit of course he does. but the consequences were too big of a risk. “no, sweetheart. sadly, i’m not going to fill that sweet cunt of yours with cum,” he explains and you really clamp down on him.

“but, i'm on the, oh fuck, i’m on birth control,” you say, stilling yourself because you were way too close.

eddie’s brows raise at that, he didn’t know you were. “oh, well then i guess i’ll think about it,” he says nonchalantly. “can you lay down on the bed for me?” he asks carefully.

you nod, climbing off him and towards the head of the bed. you heard eddie groaned and turned back to look at him. “what?” you ask, mildly concerned.

eddie bites his lip and scoots towards you. he grabs one of your hands and places it on his thigh where you were just sat. “feel that?” he whispers. you suck in a breath as he pushes your fingers into the wet patch you’d created. “so horny that you ruined my jeans, how disgusting,” he taunts playfully.

“then take them off,” you suggest timidly.

eddie’s eyes darken and he takes you by the wrist. “you’re not the one giving the orders. you do as i say. behave,” he says, causing you to shiver.

“s-sorry,” you stutter and then he’s pushing you down.

he climbs up your body, leaning down to kiss you once again. this one doesn’t last nearly as long as the others as he pulls away to begin leaving slow kisses along your jaw. “s’okay sweet girl, you didn’t know. now you do, and you know how to act now, don’t you?” he teases between kisses.

you nod, one hand coming to cradle the back of his head. “yes,” you whimper as he begins sucking your skin.

“mm-mm, yes what? c’mon, sweetheart, i know you read it,” he says, pulling away from your neck.

you let out a shaky breath. “yes, sir,” you say and eddie smiles.

“there you go,” he mutters before diving back into your neck. you moan as he sucks dark hickies into your skin, gradually moving lower. when he reaches your bra line, he kisses along it before sliding one hand along the band and around your back. “up a little, baby,” he says through his kisses. you comply, pushing yourself up enough so he can undo the clasp. he slipped your bra off and then sat up to admire your tits. he lightly ran his fingers over them, using his thumbs to tease your nipples. “beautiful,” he mumbled to himself before leaning back down to continue his trail of kisses.

his lips travel down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and then he’s kissing and sucking at your inner thighs. you hold them open wide for him, pussy clenching at his proximity. “sir, please,” you whimper as you feel his hot breath ghost your core.

eddie continues teasing you, pressing his lips ever so softly over your panties. “so wet, i can taste you already,” he murmurs against your underwear and your toes curl. you let out a moan as he sucks on the fabric above your clit, sucking your juices from the material. he sits up, quickly tugging your underwear off and throwing them behind him. “oh you’re in for it now, sweetheart,” he mutters, thumb sliding through your arousal before circling your clit as he watches, mesmerized.

your hips jolt against him as you squeeze his sheets. he realizes your need and moves back down, settling between your legs. he grabs your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders before leaning in to lick a long stripe up your center while keeping eye contact.

he repeated his actions, going at an agonizing pace. his tongue teases your entrance before gliding up to just below your clit. you whine as he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. before you can voice a complaint he’s back, this time wrapping his lips around your clit. “fuck,” you yell out as he sucks the sensitive bundle into his mouth.

your scream only makes him cockier, taking his mouth off you just to repeat the process. “so eager,” he mumbles into your heat before his tongue is licking fat, fast stripes over your clit.

you reach down, grabbing his hair in your hands as you push yourself onto his face. he moans in surprise, the vibration making you tremble. he keeps his eyes up, watching you struggle against his mouth.

eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more erotic image in his life. the way your breasts heaved with each breath, eyes going from him to clamped shut with your head thrown back as the prettiest noises left your lips. if he was to truly follow the book, he wasn’t even supposed to let you cum. but he wanted you to cum. he didn't think you'd mind.

“you wanna cum, sweetheart?” he asked as a particularly loud moan leaves your lips.

you shudder against him as he places sloppy kisses on your clit. “please,” you whimper. how bad would eddie be to deny you when you’d asked so nicely?

he gripped your thighs harder, yanking your body as close to his mouth as he could as he began rapidly flicking his tongue across you. you gasped, grinding against his face as you felt the buildup begin. eddie didn’t slow down for a second until you moans turned into high pitched whines. “that’s it, cum on my face, baby,” he moans into your pussy and then grabs your clit with his lips.

you tense up as he sucks, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. “eddie, oh fuck,” you scream as your legs shake, orgasm rolling through you. eddie swears he could almost bust in his pants right about now as he lets you ride out your orgasm. he licks up all of your release that he can before pushing himself up to meet you.

he smiles as your shaky hands release his hair and instead press on his chest. “hi, sweetheart,” he says as he strokes your cheek.

you lean into it, still catching your breath. “hi,” you breath, eyes wide as you come down from your high.

eddie captures your lips in his once again and you sigh. he distracts you with his mouth and the suddenly his fingers are invading your sensitive folds. you gasp against him as he presses two fingers inside you slowly. “here’s where i'm supposed to torture you with that vibrator we don’t have, so if it’s okay with you i’d like to just fuck you. take a rain check for the other maybe?” he suggests, curling his fingers inside of you.

“mhm, rain check, yeah,” you mumble before pulling him back in for a kiss. eddie chuckles and continues stretching you out for him.

he pulls back, pulling off his shirt. “can't exactly take you over my desk, so i need you on your hands and knees,” eddie says as he undoes his belt so he can pull off his jeans and boxers. you get into the position he asked for and he was soon making his way back on the bed. “good choice, sweetheart,” he chuckled. you furrowed your eyebrows and went to ask what he meant but then you saw it. you’d placed yourself right in front of eddie’s mirror.

you went to make a remark, but all that came out was a moan as eddie slid his cock through your wetness. “shit,” you whimpered as his head slid over your super sensitive clit. eddie raised a brow at your response and in turn smacked his tip against your clit a few more times. “oh, fuck, uh,” you muttered to yourself as you jolted with each contact.

“baby’s so sensitive huh?” he coos, wetting his cock through your pussy lips once again. “hm, guess that’s what you get for being a whore,” he huffs and then he’s slipping his cock inside of you.

you immediately tighten around his tip in surprise as a gasp leaves your mouth. you relax, letting him push into you. without warning, he lands a firm smack on your ass causing you to unintentionally thrust back onto him. he grunts, gripping your hips tightly as he buries himself inside you. “eddie,” you whine, clenching around him.

eddie bites his lip, closing his eyes at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “fuck, y/n, you feel that?” he asks hoarsely. you whimper in response. “feel me, deep inside your pussy. shit, you bad fucking girl,” he continues, beginning to draw his hips back slowly. “how’s it feel knowing your best friend fills you up this good, all because you wanted to be naughty and read porn right in front of him?” he grunted and then snapped his hips forward.

“fuck, eddie, always wanted this,” you moan, feeling the way his cock stretches you. the way every vein presses against your velvety walls that keep sucking him in.

eddie pulls his hips back again slowly, all the way until just his tip is left inside. “always huh? wanting to get ruined by the freak, fuck baby, if only they knew,” he thrusts hard and deep into you, causing you to let out an almost scream, “you’re a fucking freak too.”

he pulled his hips back, not waiting until he’s snapping them back into you and starting a steady pace. your tits jiggle under you with each thrust, eddie enjoying the view through the mirror. eddie groans as he realizes you’re rocking back to meet his thrusts. he doesn’t think he can last long, not with everything before this so he just had to make you cum one more time.

he trails his hand up your back, leaning over you as he kept up with his thrusts. when his hand reaches your shoulder, it slides to your neck. you gasp as he pulls you up quickly, fingers closing over the sides of your throat.

your mouth falls open as you lock around his cock. “you like that, you like me choking you?” eddie grunts in your ear.

“yes, sir,” you gasp, his rings making indents in your neck.

eddie moved her other hand down to your clit and begins toying with it to try and bring you closer to your orgasm. “look at yourself, look in the mirror. you see my cock? slipping into you so easy because you’re soaked? fuck you see how beautiful you are? damnit y/n,” eddie grunts, rubbing right circles on your clit.

you moan, head falling back against his shoulders. “i’m gonna cum,” you moan, the new angle and his fingers sending you towards the edge.

eddie speeds up his thrusts and fingers, ready to release himself. “cum, cum on my cock,” he moans. you claw at his arms as you let out a scream, vision going white as you tremble in his arms.

an abundance of your arousal gushes out of you, slipping down eddie’s cock. his fingers never let up on your clit as his thrusts become more sporadic. you pussy sucks him back in, clenching tightly around him as you ride out your high. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum inside you, pretty girl,” eddie groans and then he’s releasing hot ropes deep inside you. he shudders as he messily thrusts through both of your highs.

when you finally start to regain conscious thoughts, eddie is still inside you. he’s now caressing your body as his arms are wrapped tightly around you and his head is resting on your shoulder. “look, baby,” eddie mumbles in your ear and points to the mirror. you do as he says and watches his hand travel to your lower stomach. he presses down on it and you feel just how far his cock is up inside you. you moan as he presses on it, fluttering around him. “wanna keep my cum in you all day, send you out to the store, no one would know that you’ve got my cum coating your panties and that you’re all mine,” he mutters in your ear, kissing the shell of it everyone once in a while.

“jesus christ,” you moan, closing your eyes at the thought. eddie finally lays you back down and pulls out of you, going to grab a damp rag to clean you up. once you’re all cleaned off eddie climb on top of you again, this time his blanket covering your frame. “eds,” you giggle as he kisses your face.

he picks up the book you were reading and holds it for you to see. “now whenever you read this, you’ll have to think of me,” he says, knowing you never read a book just once. you shiver at his words but then he’s setting it back down.

he places his lips to yours once more, this time much softer and sweeter than the others. “you read any other scenes we need to act out?” he asks when he pulls away.

you roll your eyes and playfully push his face to the side. “not today,” you say quietly with a smile.

“i can live with that,” eddie whispers, placing a kiss on your nose.

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Ulterior Motives

A quick fic in celebration of me finishing this semester, and with one of my fav Tecchou frames (i love my husband mwah)

Scenario: Passing class is literally impossible when your professor has a nice ass. So in order to pass, you show him your tits

[Reader is an adult here. also NSFW warning but like it's really not explicit.]

This course had been a nightmare - it was the second time you had taken this class, and your second attempt was just 'barely passing'. Straight C grades across each test and paper, it almost made you want to scream.

It was nearly impossible to pay attention to your lectures when your professor wore tight pants and button-up shirts, like a whore. He was like candy for your eyes, walking around the front of the room and pointing at the board with his authentic Kyu Gunto sword.

Jesus. What a nerd.

How were you supposed to take notes on the history of pan-Asianism when he didn't even know how geeky he was? And when his shirt couldn't even contain his shoulders?

It was so distracting.

Of course you were close to failing.

Last semester had sealed your fate - you had failed so badly that he asked you to personally take the course again, discussing personal study groups and even asking 'Is everything alright?'

No, nothinh really was. But you can't go up and say 'Professor Suehiro, you're too distracting' when it's just his face.

Professor Suehiro was either ignorant or a masochist, forcing you to watch him stroll across the room and talk about the Russo-Japanese war with a warm voice; you prayed he didn't notice how much you shifted your legs.

Why did you sit in the front again? It wasn't a full class, half of them had dropped out throughout the semester, you could have always sat in the back if you really wanted to.

But god.

Every time you made eye contact and saw the spark in his eyes at the passion for his subject - it made you so happy you had a few more months with him. It was hell trying to focus when he looked at you, but it was so exciting each time he did.

Fortunately, it was the last day you had with him. Which meant that the man who tortured you with his existence would be just another page in your life.

Unfortunately, it meant passing your final exam.

You were pretty sure you were going to pass. This time you had studied and really tried, which was better than you could say than last semester - you had stayed up the entire night and got...distracted. (Professor Suehiro had a public Instagram. Of course, you were obsessed)

But you had a card up your sleeve this time. If you failed, then you had a photo of your tits with your number on the back.

It was pretty obvious what the implication was. You spent time trying to position the camera right, getting the right bra and lighting so you would look as fuckable as possible.

Hopefully he didn't notice that your apartments floors were from the 18th century and belonged in a horror film. It was hard to make the photo attractive when you had such a poor workspace.

Parts of you were really hoping he would call - if you can't use your brain to get through college, surely you can use your body, right? Professor Suehiro was attractive, you would have slept with him anyway, grade or not.

The smarter part of you was screaming at you - this was weird. It's really weird, actually.

But you needed every card you could pull to pass.

So against that small intelligent part of your brain that was beaten to death by regurgitating the semester's course material on the exam, you snuck in a photo of your tits and number into the stapled-together papers, praying to god that at the very least, dealing with the consequences later.

"Oh. Hello Y/n."

Professor Suehiro smiled gently towards you, shuffling papers that you were sure was among the hundreds he had to grade. His hands were elegant as he moved them around - his veins were so beautiful you wanted to bite them.

"You emailed me about my exam? Is there an issue?"

The smarter part of your brain was winning now that you were released from your test anxiety - right after you had left the room, it had won and had stayed winning, making you wish you had never left that stupid photo.

"Not exactly. I did wish to congratulate you on passing this semester - the minimum you needed was a 30, and you scored a 52. That brings you to a 79 as your final grade, if you're alright with that."

His deep voice drawled out the numbers, having them languish on his tongue as he looked down on you.

It was hard to maintain eye contact, so you stared a little past him, observing how his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show the definition of muscle between his chest and collarbones.

"C's are A's for me. I'm happy enough."

It was like a piece of your anxiety left - finally, this class was over. After you walk out of this room, you would quite possibly never think of the Meiji era again. Ever.

Or the sexiest man alive, which was frankly a little disappointing.

"Are you sure? Student's ask me to round their grades usually, so I offer extra credit."

The brunette tilted his head like a puppy, his golden eyes calculating something as they grazed your form.

Today was one of the few outfits you had worn that wasn't revealing - you weren't even wearing a bra, instead opting for a large shirt and a jacket in order to avoid the discomfort.

Maybe he noticed? Fuck. You hope he noticed.

"What is it?"

Maybe it was a date. Or something better.

Was the photo actually paying off?

"I can text it to you if you'd like, you seem to prefer that."

You couldn't tell if he said this with sarcasm or not, but you nodded anyway. He smiled a little - maybe it was the right thing to say?

Casually, he pulled out the photo you left him, staring at the front for a long, hard moment. His face didn't tell you anything about what he was thinking, but you could feel your face warming up in a normal amount of shame, as his eyes turned to look back at you.

Silently, he turned the back of the photo around, typing in your phone number. His face cracked into a smile, his cheeks chasing his eyelashes as they pulled into little crescents.

"Oh! Yea."

Professor Suehiro wasn't well known for understanding social cues, but you could feel his knuckles graze against your chest, with only your thin T-shirt to protect you.

He was definitely far too close into your personal space.

"I don't think you meant to leave this."

His fingers tapped the photo against your chest, causing a furious red to spread across your face.

"Right. Um...you can keep it, if you want."

Why the fuck did you say that?

The older man just took the photo and stared at it for a moment again - it was so embarrassing, feeling like your chest was some sort of science exhibit.

His golden eyes moved back towards you again, after torturing you for the last few minutes.

"Thanks. Nice bra, by the way."

"I appreciate it, Professor Suehiro."

Was that a compliment or just a statement? His voice was hard to really know anything by, and his face currently didn't say much - he was just the same handsome guy who had been torturing you for half a year with your existence.

"Just call me Tecchou."

He leaned in closer, deciding that your personal space was his own as he fixed the collar of your shirt, tugging it around your neck and dragging his fingers across your skin.

What the fuck was that extra credit going to be?

This is very self indulgent but like *shrug emoji* anyway im gonna be a bit more active now I guess

Also edited cuz who is letting me post this while fucked up?

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd x y/n #tetchou x reader #tecchou x you #tecchou x y/n #tecchou suehiro x reader #professor!tecchou #should i make that a tag #idk

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I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.

folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.

excuse me. one moment.

Mine- literally a skk au

Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah

back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'

speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.

the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.

enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)

better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason

haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.

last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.

LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.

anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol

#this is finally out of my drafts after months #dedicated to the anon who asked and the one who said abt the fearless song idk if you're the same person but either way love you lots 🤞#i love taylor swift so much #i love skk more #im sorry for this #but the brainrot is real #this was written at like 3am in January #bsd #silas yaps #soukoku #soukoku fanfiction #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #taylor swift

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twinsunstars · 1 month

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Thoughts on The Bad Batch Episode 14 - Flash Strike - A Discussion Post

This episode had my heart racing and I still cannot grasp the fact that this is the second-to-last episode. Let's return to the pre-finale filled with surprising and heart-racing moments!

(SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE YET! all screencaps from www.cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/the-bad-batch/314/?page=1)

The boys and Rampart keep their shuttle attached to the Imperial ship that is on its way to Mount Tantiss, and the ship that Echo is currently inside of. Hunter plans to detach the ship and head into Tantiss, and they know that Echo will find a way off the ship safely.

It's so funny how Rampart has just been dragged into this mess and is on his way to Tantiss as well, as he likely never expected to get into this much chaos after the Batch got him out of that Imperial prison. He's probably preferring the prison now instead of going to Tantiss.

Hemlock enters the control room, inquiring about the status of the ship coming here. Scorch gives him word that the Batch had infiltrated the station on Coruscant with Rampart, and that certainly changes things. Hemlock orders fighters to launch into the airspace, preparing for the attack.

The ship exits out of hyperspace to enter Wayland (Weyland? It's spelled differently in Canon and Legends on Wookiepedia, and on the Star Wars website they spell it as Wayland), the planet where Mount Tantiss is located. Hunter and Crosshair pilot the ship in the front, detaching from the vessel and fighting the fighters that were sent out to attack them. The laser cannons attached to Tantiss start to attack them as well as Hunter pilots and tries to avoid the cannon shots.

The rumbling caused by the laser cannons are felt on Tantiss, and it was so cute how their little flat block structures broke because of the rumbling and Baryn (being the little playful baby he is) knocks over his structure and laughs. Omega feels the vibrations on the table and can tell that it is laser cannons. Emerie gets word that there is a security alert and she tells Scalder to watch the kids, which Scalder basically rolls her eyes at and says that they will be fine.

Omega knew that her brothers have come for her, and that just melted my heart.

The ship gets shot, and the boys and Rampart have to quickly get out before they crash land. Wrecker gets the cables out, and Crosshair and Wrecker go first, hanging off the ship, and they literally had me hanging on my seat in fear if any of them fell. Hunter jumped with Rampart (by jumped, I mean jumped and dragged him down to get him out because he wouldn't jump). Rampart's screams were everything this episode; shout out to Noshir Dalal for voicing him so greatly.

Hemlock sends out troops to find them, while the boys hide out in the jungle. It was hilarious how Hunter said "Unfortunately, yes" when Rampart survived, and Rampart heard him. For a second I really thought he didn't survive until Hunter said yes. The boys continue to head towards Tantiss, trying their best to be unseen.

I cried when Crosshair's hand started shaking again, he's so nervous to be back here.

Meanwhile, Echo disguises himself in stormtrooper armor and steals a droid's hand, and I was so happy that he finally got a robotic hand. All the theories about Echo wearing white armor just like Fives was before he died in his arc in The Clone Wars is freaking me out, I really hope it doesn't come to that in the finale.

Eva wonders why their vitals haven't been taken yet today as usual, and Omega decides to go into the walls of Tantiss and figure out what is going on (she is literally living in the walls of Tantiss and Hemlock's walls, it's so funny). She tells the kids to cover her, who all have no idea what that means.

While venturing through the jungle, Rampart talks with Crosshair, comparing how he saw him in the Empire versus now with his brothers. Crosshair says that Rampart is like him after the Empire had betrayed them both and that he has changed, and Rampart suspects if he really has. He's really scaring me with how that line was delivered, but I'm just hoping that it means nothing and everything's fine.

Omega carefully goes through the walls of Tantiss, trying to find out what is going on and any routes of escape. The boys and Rampart continue to navigate themselves through the jungle, while Rampart grows tired and lays near what he thinks is probably a rock. He rests near a large beast, as it awakens and Rampart starts freaking out, running away. The boys try to fight it without blasters, but eventually the blasters are used and their position is given away.

Rampart gets caught by the Imperials while running away, as he will likely be taken to Hemlock for questioning. I'm so worried that he will betray the Batch.

The kids try to come up with ways to keep Omega from being caught, as Baryn drifts off to sleep. Dr. Scalder comes down to take the kids' vitals with the usual droid, while Omega is missing. Sami tries to stall Dr. Scalder by telling her that she is still hungry, and Scalder replies, "It will pass." She was really willing to let the kids starve and didn't care; her and Hemlock are at the top of the list as the worst doctors on Tantiss. Jax asks if he can go next, but Scalder becomes frustrated with the kids, going in order and doing her job.

Luckily Omega managed to get back in time, acting like nothing happened.

While in the walls, Omega passes a room that holds a contained Zillo beast, likely the same one that the Batch had seen before. I'm so happy the theories about the ZIllo Beast being in Mount Tantiss's basement came true, and if the prayers about it eating Hemlock come true that would just be funny. I'm so ready for Omega to let it free and allow it to cause chaos on that mountain with the Batch watching.

Echo gets in the room where the blood samples are tested, and views all the files of every clone on Tantiss, even Omega's. Emerie comes in and sees him in his trooper disguise, and Echo tries to lie his way out (and of course, we know that clones are unable to lie). Emerie manages to recognize Echo from what Omega has told her about him, and Echo gets to meet the Emerie his sister has always talked about. Echo gets upset with Emerie since she is playing a part in all of this, and Emerie says that she was just doing her job. I feel so bad for her and all the lies she's grown up with while likely growing up under Hemlock, but she's starting to wake up. Emerie tells Echo about the other children on Tantiss, and they plan to get them out. I'm so excited to see their dynamic next week.

Omega regroups with the kids, and the kids are happy to see that she is fine. The kids ask her if she found something, and Omega says that she found something big and is ready to get them out with a plan. She looks so ready, I'm so ready for my little girl to cause havoc on that mountain and make every doctor on Tantiss go insane.

I can't believe we're reaching the finale now, and I'll only have one more discussion to write. I'm so excited and greatly nervous for the finale, and I am so sad that this show is coming to an end soon. I'm hoping we can see CX-2 again, where did he go and please reveal your face! Still praying the finale is over an hour...

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I did a quick little sketch (by quick, I mean it took me like 2 hours lol) I still struggle with feet and shoes...

I just saw a pose on pinterest and thought omg, what if Astarion and my tav... but he's biting their thigh 🤭

Ofc, I had to name it.. thirst... and I added the "Happy" symbol to kind of cover a sketch I did on the same page... You know... it wasn't originally supposed to be just one piece, I was practicing poses and I liked this one way too much to just leave it or risk messing up when I redrew it.

This is entirely self indulgent.. and intended to be Spawn Astarion because he's so babygirl 🥰😘😍

🤣 also I don't think I posted but I got through the Cazador fight not too long ago.. and

Spoilers and dumb ramble ahead:

For most of my day, I sat there wondering how the fuck I would beat that bastard... he was one shotting Shadowheart with his fucking lightning bolt, then sending his gas minions after the survivors. Astarion being in the ritual made it 10× more difficult.. so... I cheated... and fuck... It should have been obvious...

I LITERALLY FORGOT FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY THAT VAMPIRES ARE WEAK TO SUNLIGHT.. I blame Astarion and his parasite as well as Alucard for that one honestly.. the day walker thing kind of made me forget that omfg immunity to daylight is an exception, not the rule..

So I felt stupid.. once I got that, it was so much easier.. oh and almost constantly had Astarion in stealth kill mode until Cazadick was gone.

Also side note.. the VA for Cazador is perfect.. Like they really sells the "I'm a pathetic little worm, and your worst nightmare, fear me while I bitch and cry" LOL and again that's a compliment.. Larian really succeeded in making an evil character extremely grating and hatable which again, a good thing, not a bad thing.

The heartbreak I felt though afterwards when Astarion screams and cries.. God.. the second I got to this scene, I KNEW I couldn't let him ascend, doing so would be so cruel.. and yes.. this is ascended Astarion slander, I don't like my men too domineering.. maybe a little bit, but not enough to like kill innocent children and eat their hands or some shit lmfao (Doing a durge run too.. where I'm going to ascend Astarion and be a horrible bastard that eats babies) and I don't like that he loses the genuine feelings he has for tav/durge and becomes what he sought to destroy, an abuser.

Now.. the graveyard scene... I had tears in my eyes.. Honestly, the reason I love Astarion so much is because he is quite relatable. I will not go into detail, but I was.. SAed and abused as a kid. And honestly.. Seeing the bit where he scratched out his death date, made me feel hope.. for myself... For my own healing.. it truly meant so much seeing another survivor of abuse begin anew, find themselves again... even though I have done that already myself for the most part, I've found purpose, passions, love, heartbreak, etc and I've found some level of beauty in the life. I related quite a lot to the line about sex feeling tainted.. I am at a point where it no longer feels as terrible, I feel genuine enjoyment in it... (Can't do casual sex though.. That would trigger me into a ptsd attack) And I think part of that was letting myself go at my own pace, making sure my partners knew, and having control and the ability to consent and revoke consent at any point. Emotional attachment helped a great deal too.

I've rambled on enough.. but... Let me end this off by saying, If you went through unspeakable horrors at the hands of those who you thought were supposed to protect you, You are not alone, Even if you do not see it now, there is light at the end of the tunnel, keep on living, keep trying to find joy in little things. It does get better, what was done to you was horrible and you did not deserve it. I promise, you will see better days. You will be happy again, even if you feel like the pain will never end, there is always moments of calm.... live for those... live for your pets, live for your friends, the people around you, live for that cute thing you just ordered, live for that movie or TV series you're excited about watching... even the next patch for bg3.. or more Astarion content if that's your reason right now... and take it one day at a time. You will be okay.

If you need to vent out some shit, I'll listen, I may not know what to say or be able to offer comfort, but I will always lend an ear, even to a total stranger if they need it.

That's all from me, goodbye, until my next post.. whenever that will be ❤🖤❤🖤

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headfullofpresley · 2 years

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Paper Rings

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend surprises you with tickets to a Taylor Swift show. And then some.

Word count: 6,6K

Warning(s): modern!Elvis, kindergarten teacher!Elvis (only mentioned briefly lol but i'm soft), no covid so therefor the Lover Fest tour exists, mentions/appearance of miss Swift herself obv, fluff, use of pet names, smut; oral (m. receiving), vaginal penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, getting caught (kinda??).

Author's note: i hate this now that i've proofread it but oh well :'). enjoy luvvies <3

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Elvis had been awake since dawn, trying not to have a mental breakdown at the sound of his alarm screeching through the bedroom at the ungodly hour he had set it at the night before. It was his day off from work seeing it was Saturday, but he had a job planned for today that was so much more hellish than having to deal with screaming children at 8 in the morning on a week day.

To the toddlers in his class he was a God, he could actually handle them and they’d hang on to his every word.

But he knew people on the internet were ruthless. Especially when it came down to scoring tickets for Taylor Swift’s newly announced tour. He would much rather be doing anything else, preferred to be covered in paint by dozens of tiny hands and run back and forth whenever the kids in his classroom would call his name every five seconds. Or you know… sleep a few more hours.

But he wasn’t doing this for himself – he was doing it for you, his girlfriend of two years. Your birthday was in three months and when you nearly screamed his ear off when your favorite singer announced her tour, he knew he just had to get these tickets for you. He didn’t tell you about his plans though and made up the excuse that Jerry was celebrating his birthday on the same day Taylor performed in Memphis. Seeing Jerry’s birthday was indeed somewhere in the same month, you didn't question it.

You were pouty about it, but accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be able to see the blonde singer in the flesh this tour. You didn’t have enough money to travel to another city just for a concert, so unfortunately there wasn’t much you could do. You tried to hide your disappointment as much as you could, but Elvis saw right through you, which only made him more determined to get these tickets. He hated seeing you sad, even when you’d try to hide it from him.

He did not have to get up as early as he did since the sale wouldn’t go online until 11, but he was scared that he wouldn’t wake up in time and would have to watch his surprise for you pour down the drain. You had been staying over at your friend’s house last night, so today truly was the perfect day to do this since he knew you probably wouldn’t get home until noon.

You liked sleeping in just as much as he did.

He took a long shower to wake himself up before he fixed himself a quick breakfast, turning on his laptop that was placed on the dining table. There was literally no use to take position for the cold war he was about to step into, but he was nervous. This was the perfect gift for you and he would be damned if he would fail.

How hard could it really be? He was confident enough to admit that he could handle a couple of excited teenagers and twenty somethings over the internet.

But boy, was he wrong.

As the clock creeped closer to 11, he had Ticketmaster open on both his laptop and phone. He made a second account on the website, in hopes that would give him an advantage of getting the tickets he needed.

“What? Are you kidding me?” he mumbled to himself as he got flung right into the waiting queue as the tickets went online, not even giving him a chance to pick the tickets that he wanted. No, that he needed.

He grasped his phone from the table, quickly refreshing the page on it before he clicked on a date that was a few days later than the Memphis show in a nearby city. Once more, he was placed in the queue.

“C’mon, c’mon, please...” he begged at his laptop as he saw how slow the waiting process was going. He was pretty sure a lot of people were in the exact same position he was in right now – he didn’t care, though.

They were only slowing his process down even more.

The urge to refresh the page was big, but he didn’t. He shouldn’t. It would throw him right back at the end of the line. He was growing more impatient and even a little frustrated. He didn’t even listen to Taylor Swift himself other than when you’d blast it through the house and sure, some of her songs were good, but was it really worth waiting in front of a damned computer for this long? He had been sitting here for 20 minutes already.

If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve clicked out long ago.

Hell, he would still be sleeping.

He got up from his seat and grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the corner of the table, wanting to step out onto the balcony of your shared apartment for a smoke until he saw the page on his laptop loading and jumping to the next screen. He sat back down so fast he almost lost his balance, throwing the cigarettes back on the table as he looked at his screen.

“Fuck! No!” he exclaimed in frustration as the website let him know the Memphis show was completely sold out. He ran his hands through his hair as he groaned, flipping his screen off.

God, he looked like an idiot.

“Fuck you, Ticketmaster. Fuckin’ scammin’ assholes,”

He grabbed his phone again, letting out a laugh in disbelief as he saw the Nashville show was sold out as well. His hands were starting to get sweaty, his nerves never fading as he started looking at other dates of the tour. He didn’t care if they were far away, didn’t care about the fact that it would cost him a lot more if he’d buy tickets in a city that was across the country.

His eye landed on a few Los Angeles dates. He must’ve refreshed the page for thirty minutes, not caring that it kept telling him there weren’t any tickets available.

Sold out. Sold out. Sold out.

He still had hope, though. Still praying and wishing, begging to get some good karma back into his life.

He was a good son, a good boyfriend and a good neighbor.

He deserved these tickets.

You deserved these tickets.

He nearly screamed when he saw two tickets pop up for one of the LA shows after refreshing the page for about ten more times. He didn’t even care on what date the show was or that it was 1615 miles away from Memphis.

They were actually good seats, and expensive as hell, but he managed to get them. He figured someone must’ve waited too long before they checked out their purchase and he was glad that he waited.

One man's misery is another man's fortune.

Three months had passed and he actually managed to keep the concert a surprise for you. It worked out well, maybe even better, since the show he got tickets for was in the same month as your birthday. He planned to keep you in the dark about seeing Taylor until you’d get to the venue, but he did tell you where you two were going when he mentioned the trip he booked for a long weekend.

He told you it was for your birthday and you couldn’t be more excited. You barely left Memphis, only went to other cities in Tennessee to visit family every now and then, and you had always wanted to go to LA. You had no idea Elvis had more than one surprise up his sleeve.

“C’mon, El. We’re in Los Angeles, the city of angels,” you preached to your boyfriend as you stood by the end of the bed, which your boyfriend was currently hogging as he laid in the middle of it, in your hotel room.

“It’s only nine. We’re young, we should be out there and getting drunk!” you pointed at the window, to the bustling city below you, in hopes your point would come across better.

It was Friday night and you wanted to go out and explore the city more since the two of you arrived late last night. You had been out and about all day, but everyone knew big cities were more exciting at night. You had no idea why Elvis was refusing to go out tonight, because he had seemed just as excited about this weekend as you were.

“Baby, I’m tired. My feet are killin’ me,” he lied with a small pout, hoping you’d give in to his cuteness and crawl into bed with him. He opened his arms as he smiled sweetly at you, but you just sighed and crossed your arms as you walked over to the window to look out of it.

Such a drama queen, he thought.

“Tomorrow we’ll go out,” he told you as he kicked the blankets off of him, slipping his arms around your waist as he stood behind you. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, turning his head to kiss your jaw. “I already have a whole day planned for us, but you don’t want to waste sunlight because you have a hangover, do ya?”

You puff out a sigh again and leaned back in his embrace as you nodded. You knew he was right. You wouldn’t go home until Monday afternoon, so you still had enough time to go out and party like you usually barely did. Sundays were better for hangovers, anyways.

“Fine,” you grinned as you turned your head to look at him, stealing a kiss. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

“It’s a surprise, for your birthday. The only thing you need to worry your pretty little head about is what you’ll be wearing,”

“Casual? Formal? I need to knew these things,” you snapped your fingers at him playfully and he laughed as he grabbed your hands and brought them back down.

“Casual… chic?” he suggested with a chuckle, knowing you liked to dress up whenever you went out. “Fancy, but not too fancy. Oh, and don’t wear heels. You’ll be standing and dancing a lot,”

You raised your eyebrows at him, trying to think of what he had planned. Honestly, the only thing you could think of was a club or a bar, or something in that direction. Taylor’s show that was tomorrow never popped into your mind, because you knew it was sold out faster than you could blink.

“I like dancing so I’ll forgive you for tonight,” you joked, looking out of the window again. While you did want to go out and see more of the city right now, you weren’t actually mad at him.

As long as he was with you, you didn’t really care what the two of you were doing or where you were.

“I need a little more convincing. I think you’re still mad,” he grinned against your skin as he kissed his way down to your neck, his hands releasing yours to wander up your stomach and to your chest. You knew the words he spoke were a joke, but his actions were definitely not.

“I thought you were tired?”

He laughed softly as he walked backwards, tugging you along to the bed. He spun you around in his arms and grabbed your chin, grinning down at you.

“Never too tired for this, you know that,” he stole one more kiss before he had you on your back on the soft mattress, hovering above you before you had time to protest.

Not that you were planning to. You never told him ‘no’ and if you did, it was very rare. And getting lost in a sea of sheets with your boyfriend couldn’t compare to the nightlife Los Angeles had to offer.

You and Elvis slept until noon the next day, because after getting a noise complaint from the people in the next room, you two decided to raid the mini bar. No major hangovers slowing you down, thank God. You felt better after getting some food in you, not giving Elvis the chance to tell you ‘I told you so’.

“Why do I have to wear that? It’ll ruin my make-up,” you whined as you looked at the sleeping mask that was dangling from his fingertips. You just came out of the restaurant you had an early dinner at, because Elvis insisted you needed to eat enough for tonight’s activity, and you were starting to get nervous.

You could handle the elements of surprises but blindfolded?

Rather not.

“Babe, put ‘em on,” he told you as he took a step closer to you, placing the elastic of the mask over your head before you could protest. You gasped as you widened your eyes at him, trying to grab his hands when he pulled the mask over your eyes but he swatted them away every time. You were sure people were looking at you two as if you were complete idiots, but then again, this was LA. Nobody probably cared.

“Don’t be so stubborn and just follow me,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, taking your hand in his. “You trust me, don’t ya, little?”

You shivered at his warm breath tickling at the shell of your ear and sighed softly as he kissed it. You nodded your head, slowly walking forward with his guidance. You did trust him and you doubted this surprise would be anything bad or crazy, so you really had no other choice than to put your faith in his hands.

You were quite proud of yourself for not completely freaking out or losing your shit – after walking for what seemed like forever, you were placed in an Uber with your boyfriend next to you. He was too busy talking to the driver about God knows what and you kept trying to sneak your hand up to the mask to lift it and look out the window to see where you were. Elvis noticed every time though, lacing your fingers together with his, trapping you. You huffed in annoyance, pouting as you sat there in the backseat, feeling like you were being kidnapped.

Which you were, in a way. Only willingly and with lots of reassuring kisses from Elvis.

You heart skipped a beat as the car came to a stop, nerves intensifying tenfold when Elvis helped you get out of the car and said his goodbyes to the driver. You weren’t in the right mind to do the same, squeezing his hand which earned you a deep laugh from his side. You felt him move behind you and place his hands on your shoulders, his voice right next to your ear as he spoke.

“You can take ‘em off now, Lover,”

You frowned slightly underneath the mask, thinking the pet name was weird. Formal, almost. He had never in your relationship called you that.

You didn’t need to be told twice though – as you pulled off the mask and blinked a few times to let your eyes get used to the light again, you noticed the huge banner that was plastered on the SoFi Stadium.

Taylor Swift – Lover Fest Tour

You stood there. You stood there and stared without speaking a word.

Now Elvis was getting nervous, afraid that he made a mistake. Afraid that this isn’t what you wanted. He was even starting to doubt if this was your favorite artist at all, despite the amount of records you had at home or the fact that he knew the names of every single one of Taylor’s cats because you wouldn’t shut up about the celebrity.

He even listened to her music on his way to work for the past months so he could remember the lyrics and sing along with you, not wanting to seem like a fool in a sea full of die hard fans.

But when you turned around and he saw the tears in your eyes, his nerves faded away completely. A small huff escaped his mouth as you practically jumped in his arms, squeezing the air out of his lungs with your firm embrace.

“Oh my God, I love you,” you cried in excitement.

“Only because of this?” he grinned teasingly as he looked at you when you pulled back to look at him.

“What? No! I love you, always always always,” you giggled as you grabbed his face, kissing him all over. He grabbed your hands as he laughed, looking at you.

“I love you too, little. You deserve it,” he told you, pecking your lips as he slipped his hands in yours. “You’ve been so busy with work and everythin’, I couldn’t let you miss this,”

“Thank you so much, baby. You’re the best, you know that?” you sighed happily as you squeezed his hands, stealing another kiss. “How did you even manage to get tickets? It was sold out in minutes,”

He grinned as he let go of one of your hands, swinging his arm over your shoulder to take you to the back of the queue. He raised his chin, smug smirk sitting on his face.

“You know, I got my ways,” he looked at you as you laughed, slapping his chest softly before you wrapped your arm around his waist, hugging into his side. “And you just said it, didn’t ya? I’m the best,”

You rolled your eyes, but allowed him to bathe in the size of his ego. As long as it wouldn’t drown him, you thought it was rather attractive.

“Y/N, now you’re takin’ it too far,” Elvis told you as his shoulders slumped on purpose as you pointed at a t-shirt at the merch stand. You had just bought one for yourself and Elvis was about to drag you away from the goodies until you spotted the shirts for males. He had already seen them but hoped you wouldn’t.

“Why? You’ll only have to wear it tonight!” you laughed as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, pointing out the shirt to the employee.

“Exactly, a waste of money. Let’s get a drink and find our seats,” he told you but you stopped listening. You took the shirt the girl handed to you and held it in front of him, smiling brightly as it seemed it was the right size. You turned back to the girl as you took your wallet out of your purse and Elvis sighed, knowing that he couldn’t stop you.

As he looked around, his eyes met those of another guy who was obviously here with his girlfriend. The redhead next to him was all dressed up – cat ears and glitter on her face and the whole shebang. Just like him, his girl had him dressed in a tour shirt. A baby pink and blue one.

At least you gave him a white one and you weren’t dressed up like a cat. Could be hot, but not outside of the bedroom.

He gave the guy a sympathetic nod before he turned back to you, taking the shirt you handed to him to pull it over his head.

As long as you were happy, he was too. And right now, you were all smiles as excitement basically oozed out of you. He already forgot about the shirt and didn’t give a damn about what anyone would think, not even Jerry who you were definitely sending the picture that you just took to.

You were happy that Elvis told you not to wear heels, because as soon as Taylor appeared on the stage and the show started, you were up and out of your seat to move to the music. Elvis was standing as well, arm hung lazily around your waist as he sipped on his beer, ever the supportive boyfriend.

He didn’t recognize every song but the ones that he did know, he sang along to. It warmed your heart and he could see it made you happy, especially when he’d sing the lyrics of the sweet songs to you.

You were over the moon. There was not a single worry on your mind. No work stress weighed you down and despite this not being the music he listened to, Elvis felt the same. There was something magical about concerts, about an artist connecting with their fans through music. And although some girls were dressed up all silly and too much for his taste, the vibes in the venue were perfect.

He immediately recognized the song Paper Rings and he downed his beer, throwing the empty cup on his seat. You were too occupied with cheering and singing, not noticing he took a small box out of his pocket.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want,”

You turned to him to sing the lyrics to him and that’s when you noticed he was down on one knee, the ring sparkling in the lights as he held it out to you in the box. You gasped as you widened your eyes, hiding your mouth behind your hands. His actions caught the eye of the people around you as well and they were all watching in both excitement and anticipation.

You two even caught the attention of Taylor herself, since you were on the second row. Not only did you have a perfect view of her, she had one of you and your boyfriend as well.

She laughed in excitement while she sang, pointing at you and Elvis so everyone would look at you two. You hadn’t noticed the camera that was pointing into your direction as well, or the fact that you were currently on the huge screen, showing your boyfriend’s proposal to the entire stadium.

Elvis wasn’t aware either, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t care if there were thousands of people around them, or just you and him. He loved you more than life itself and had been planning this before he even got the tickets – he knew this would garantuee him a definite yes, though.

He didn’t even have to stay the words, because you were already nodding and screaming your answer. As he slipped the ring around your finger and he stood up to kiss you, he did ask you again. Just because he wanted to hear you say it again.

“Will you marry me, little?”

You cried as you nodded, kissing his lips.

“Yes! Thousand times yes!” you yelled above the music, laughing as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him as tight as you possibly could.

“She said yes!” Taylor yelled excitedly into the mic as she looked at you two, clapping her hands. You nearly died as she blew you a kiss and Elvis laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, smiling at Taylor before he attacked your face with kisses.

The rest of the show you and Elvis danced and your heart skipped a beat every time he sang along, his head right next to yours as you were still in his arms. You loved and appreciated him so much and you already had a few ideas of how to properly thank him.

You were ready to leave as soon as the show was over, but before you and Elvis could leave your seats, a blonde middle aged woman approached you two.

You immediately recognized her as Taylor’s mom and almost had a heart attack on the spot, though you had enough self control not to scream in her face. When she asked you two to come backstage because her daughter wanted to meet you, Elvis had to do the talking because you were starstruck.

“We would love to, mrs. Swift,” he smiled politely at her as he held onto your hand, tugging you along to follow her to the backstage area. You could barely speak and Elvis couldn’t stop laughing at you, pulling you into his side to talk in your ear.

“Please don’t scream in her face, baby. Just hold my hand and you’ll be all right, hmm?” he whispered and all you could do was nod, inhaling a deep breath through your nose to blow it back out. It did nothing to calm you down.

The three of you stopped walking as you reached Taylor’s dressing room and once the door opened and the blonde that you had been admiring from the crowd came over to you with her arms wide open, you squeezed Elvis’ hand firmly before you quickly let go and wrapped your arms around Taylor.

The singer was absolutely wonderful to you and your boyfriend. She congratulated you on your engagement, which you were still trying to wrap your head around, and she signed anything you asked her to. She signed Elvis’ shirt as well, which you were definitely going to tease him with later because he seemed rather happy about it.

His music taste was on the complete different spectrum – mostly punk and rock bands that you forgot half of the names of.

The louder, the better, he always said.

But he always accepted your taste just as you did his. Neither of you would mock each other’s music and you freely let him play whatever he wanted through the house. Perhaps it was only something simple, something normal for a couple to not be assholes to each other, but to you and Elvis it was a sort of respect. Music meant a lot to the both of you and just because he didn’t know every Taylor Swift song by heart, didn’t mean he wasn’t secretly excited to meet her face to face.

After talking some more and taking pictures, you and Elvis left the dressing room and got escorted to the exit by Taylor’s mother again. The woman seemed to be trusting of you two, or just busy, because she said goodbye before you and your boyfriend actually left the building.

The backstage area was just as huge as the venue itself and it seemed like your boyfriend had other plans than leaving. He tugged you away from the exit door and laughed softly as he placed a finger against his lips, pulling you along through the long hall ways. You squealed softly as he dipped into a room, taking you right along with him.

It was an empty green room that hadn’t been used you came to realize as Elvis turned on the lights and locked the door from the inside. If anyone had a key, which you were sure everyone that worked here did, they could open the door from the outside. Elvis didn’t give you a chance to unlock the door and walk out, pulling you into his chest as he grabbed your hands.

“Elvis! We can’t do this!” you whispered with a giggle, trying to ignore his hands that were now snaking around your waist and slipping down to squeeze your ass.

“Why? Nobody is here,” he grinned mischievously as he leaned in to kiss your lips. His lips were so plumb and soft that you couldn’t resist him. You never could.

“We don’t live in this city, anyways. What’re they gonna do? Kick us out?”

You wanted to protest once more, tell him that you and him should move this to your hotel room, but the words died on your tongue as he kissed his way down to your neck, sucking on that little sensitive spot underneath your ear. That’s when you turned to putty in his hands and he damn well knew it.

“S-someone.. m-might hear..” you managed to whisper, your words coming out stuttered. His lips and tongue against your warm skin was distracting you too much, so even though you voiced out your worries, you couldn’t get yourself to really care if someone would hear or not.

You were aware that this green room was a risky place to have sex. Especially because the artist that just performed at the stadium was still freaking present somewhere down the hall, but as he lifted you up and put you down on the couch, you were already too far gone. It wasn’t the first time you two fooled around outside the comfort of your own home, but for some reason it felt even more exciting in a place like this.

You were sure the green room had been used for worse things.

Elvis didn’t stop you when you pushed him back and got on your knees in front of him, quick fingers working on his pants. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes though and you didn’t miss it.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you told him in hushed voice, your eyes meeting his as you gave him the sweetest smile you were capable of.

“Oh? And why’s that, huh?”

He already knew the answer, he just loved hearing it.

“I was proposed to and met Taylor fucking Swift in one night,” you grinned at him as you pulled his zipper down, fingertips hooking underneath the elastic of his boxershorts. “And I like the taste of your cock,”

He lifted his hips up a little, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs, groaning softly as you immediately wrapped your hand around him. “Good enough for me,”

You raised an eyebrow at the smirk he wore on his face – so confident and cocky.

Once you brought your hand up to caress your thumb over the head of his cock before you brought it back down again, the cockiness was smacked right off of his face as he parted his lips, a soft moan rolling off his tongue. He tangled his fingers in your hair to keep it out of your face as you took him in your mouth.

Usually, you’d take your time when giving him head but you were aware that you didn’t have all the time in the world and you weren’t leaving this room before he fucked you.

“Shit,” he groaned softly as you looked up at him when you brought your head back up, tongue tracing the most prominent vein on his cock before you lapped it around his sensitive tip. “Do that again,” he told you as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, half lidded eyes watching you as you repeated the action. When you grinned up at him, he let out a moan and threw his head back on the couch.

He tried to be quiet, he really did, but as you got sloppier and sucking him off like it was the last time you’d ever do so, he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. His hips were bucking up to try and follow your mouth every time you moved up and he threw his arm over his face, biting down on the short sleeve of his shirt.

“Fuckfuckfuck, s-stop,” he gasped as he felt his orgasm nearing, looking down at you as he caressed some hair out of your face when he took his fingers out of it. He was just as eager as you were and while you loved having him come undone in your mouth, you moved fast as you got up and pulled your denim skirt up, slipping your panties down.

“G-God… Hold s-still for a second,” he groaned as you sank down onto him, his hands grabbing your hips to keep you in place so he could get used to being inside of you.

He was sensitive and you were just so tight and warm.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him. He immediately slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, deepening the kiss and you didn’t move until you felt his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms. You knew it was one of his signs that he was ready for it.

You moaned into his mouth as you moved onto him, immediately at a steady pace. You were sure your ass would have his hands imprinted on them with how hard he was squeezing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care – the slight sting mixed deliciously with your pleasure.

“F-faster baby,” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss, leaning back as his hands moved up to your clothed breasts, squeezing them softly through the fabric of your shirt. It didn’t do much for you since you still had another top on underneath the tour shirt you bought together, but you didn’t stop him. Instead you did as he told you and moved faster, moaning shamelessly as you chased your own high.

He moved one hand down in between your bodies, fingertips having no issues with finding your clit as he started rubbing it with skilled movements. He knew just what you liked and knew that this would get you where he wanted you faster – your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned a little louder, your eyes meeting his.

He gave you a small smile. It looked sweet and innocent, not matching the pace of his fingers and your thrusts at all.

You smiled back at him, moving your hands to his chest and right on top of Taylor’s face that was printed on his shirt.

You didn’t need an extra pair of eyes watching the small sin you were committing.

“I’m close, so close, baby,” you grunted as you clenched your fingers in his shirt, eyes fluttering shut as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Thighs shaking, walls convulsing erratically around his length.

A smark remark laid heavy on his tongue, something along the lines of you ruining his autographed shirt, but he swallowed the words as he came undone not long after you did. He removed his fingers from your clit and held onto your hips, holding you still as a deep moan escaped his throat, hips stuttering up into you a little.

You ran your fingers through his hair before you collapsed on top of him, both of you catching your breath as he was going soft inside of you.

“I love you, little,” he hummed in your ear as he kissed your cheek and you slowly lifted your head off his shoulder, smiling at him as you caressed the back of his neck with your nails. The way he shivered made you giggle. “I love you more, babe,”

He was only seconds away from protesting, telling you that simply was not possible, but he was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. You both widened your eyes at each other, panic settling in your stomach as you got up as quick as you could. You pulled some tissues out of the box that stood on the small coffee table in front of the couch and cleaned some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs, shoving the tissues to the bottom of the trash can by the door.

“Someone in here?” A deep male’s voice barked from the other side of the door and you and Elvis quickly got decent. Just as you pulled your skirt down and smoothed out your hair, a key was stuck in the keyhole of the door to turn the lock but Elvis swung the door open before the person on the other side could.

A broad shouldered security guy stood in front of you, looking angry as he stared you down. “Passes,” he simply said, holding his hand out.

You grabbed Elvis’ arm and Elvis scratched the back of his head, his other hand feeling his pockets as he gave the guy an awkward smile. He was looking for something neither of you were in possession of and while he had been so confident and careless at the start of this, he was starting to panic now too.

He was pretty sure you could get arrested for something like this. And that was not how he wanted this night to end – although it would make for a funny story to tell your future children and grandchildren.

He had absolutely no idea what to do or what excuse to use, but like an angel fluttering down from Heaven itself, Taylor and entourage walked down the hall way, on their way to leave the stadium. The security guard was currently having a go at you and your boyfriend and you were close to tears until Elvis nudged your arm and nodded his head in Taylor’s direction.

“Is there a problem here?” she asked as she appeared next to the man in front of you, her question aimed more at him than at you and Elvis.

You slipped your hand in Elvis’, sucking in a deep breath of air and keeping it in your lungs. The man didn’t waste time in explaining what happened and how he assumed that you and Elvis had done… something inside the room.

Taylor wasn’t an idiot – she saw the hickey in your neck and the flush on your cheeks. The both of you also completely forgot about the hint of red lipstick that was stained on Elvis’ lips.

“That’s a serious accusation to make, isn’t it? I know these two and I’m positive that the thing you’re accusing them of is simply not true,” the singer spoke confidently as she crossed her arms, smiling as she looked at you. “I’m sure they just lost their way back here,”

You and Elvis widened your eyes, nodding your heads.

“Y-yeah, that’s it. It’s so big back here, we got lost on our way to the exit,”

“Huge place. Very cool, though! You must love your job,” Elvis squeezed your hand firmly to get you to stop talking and you immediately did, pressing your lips into a thin line.

Taylor laughed softly, nodding as the security guard started apologizing, a shade of crimson creeping up his neck.

“It’s alright. Just try not to judge people so quick, hm?” she told him, patting his shoulder as she nodded her head while starting to walk away. You could see her mother laughing softly at the two of you and Elvis quickly pulled you along, following the others out of the venue.

You talked with Taylor for a little bit, apologizing for not leaving the building after you exchanged your first goodbyes but she could only laugh about it.

You probably wouldn’t have survived if she would’ve been angry with you. Elvis was thankful that she was as nice as you always told him – he really was not looking forward to going back to the hotel with his girlfriend being completely inconsolable.

“Did you have a good time, beautiful?” Elvis asked as you both sat in the back of an Uber after you both came down from the crazy events of the evening. You leaned into him and looked up, placing a kiss on his chin as you smiled.

“The best, because you were there,” you whispered, sprawling out your fingers that were in his lap. “Anywhere I go with my fiancé is fun,”

He laughed softly as he looked down at your hand, caressing his thumb over the ring he put on you tonight. He couldn’t stop smiling, kissing your temple. “You like the ring?”

“I love it,” you told him as you looked at it, lacing your fingers with his. “But you know I’d marry you with or without a diamond,”

“Even with paper rings?” he grinned and you looked back at him, laughing softly.

You leaned in, softly pressing your lips against his.

“Especially with paper rings,”

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Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes

Hey, quick heads up, this is a slightly reworked version of the third post I made for this series. My continuity on this series got really messed up for a bit and I have so many drafts that I still have yet to publish so I'm going through all of my old stuff to fix the chronology of the stories and also put a bit more pressure on me to finish this series. Please keep in mind that my writing skills kinda improve throughout the series, but this one has been the most reworked so far, and there is a good chance this will be reworked again in the future.

Dick: Good morning adopted dad!

Bruce: *grunts*

Tim: Bruce is so stressed out. Yesterday I watched him stare at a page load for 1 second and he screamed his head off. He almost destroyed the computer.

Jason: I literally saw him counting grey hairs the other day. Whatever it is it must be Tim’s fault.

Tim: Don’t you blame this on me....

Dick: *speaks over Tim* Okay so anyway, here’s the challenge, *speaks a bit lower* first person to make Bruce smile gets to drive the Batmobile on their next patrol.

Cassandra: Awesome, how do we decide who.......

Jason: *walks over to Bruce*

Cassandra: Never mind.

Jason: Hey Bruuuuuce.

Bruce: *glares at Jason while slurping coffee*

Jason: Want some breakfast? *turns on stove* How about some eggs!

Bruce: What do you want?

Jason: Nothing! Just to see my *pauses a bit* old man smile.

Bruce: I will shank you.

Jason: Loving this new color on you? You should be pissed off all the time.

Bruce: Go away.

Jason: Okay......d.....d...da...

Alfred: Don’t burst a blood vessel Jason.

Jason: No, I can do this. Da......d.a....dad *sighs and puts his hand on the stove* AHHH, FUCKER!

Bruce: Jason, are you okay!

Jason: GET AWAY FROM ME, I CAN DO THIS BY MYSELF BRUCE! *quickly runs to the bathroom to run cold water over his hand*

Duke: Well that was entertaining!

Cassandra: *lays head on Bruce’s shoulder and hugs him*

Bruce: *hugs Cassandra back but no smile*

Damian: Father, I brought you a gift. *pulls out a picture of the entire batfamily together*

Bruce: *Bruce smiles* Thanks Damian, that’s really thoughtful of you.

Damian: *turns towards everyone and points* YES SUCK IT LOSERS!

Daily Briefing

Dick: Okay, so we have reached a low point of criminal activity for Gotham City which is a good thing.

Cassandra: A bit funny how it took a pandemic to make Gotham a bit peaceful.

Dick: Exactly my point. Now, with that said, we will still be doing patrols starting at 11. Tim, this is your week on sanitation duty. Throughout the day we will train a bit harder than normal. There will be scheduled times and you will each have partners. Try to train no less than two and a half hours a day. Training should include sparing, cardio, strength, and tumbling. Try to spar with someone new every week.

Dick: Also Jason, you remember when you said you wish you could fall like me.

Jason: I was being sarcastic.

Dick: I will finally be teaching you how to do pommel horse 1 hour a week like you asked.

Jason: I will kill you.

Duke: Being honest, I’d like to try high bar and floor. I feel it will be very beneficial for me in the long run.

Dick: Awesome! You got it. Now everyone has until tomorrow to pick their partner, I know my partner will be Jason.

Jason: Fuck you.

Dick: Also, last thing before I make the training schedules and routines, I need to address something. There are quite a lot of people in Gotham City still refusing to wear mask. During the day lets try to hand out mask with our own designs on them to everyone who we come across during the day. I already ordered them and they should be here by Saturday, so that is something we will be doing starting next week.

*alarm sounds off in the batcave*

Alfred: It would seem there is a fire at Wayne Tower on the thirty-second floor.

Dick: Alright, Duke, Jason, and I will go to check it out. Everyone else do what you would normally do.

Tim and Bruce

Tim: Hey Bruce, I brought you some coffee!

Bruce: How many cups have you had?

Tim: Three large cups.

Bruce: After......

Tim: *mumbles* The five cups I had with breakfast.

Bruce: There we go.

Tim: Okay so what are we doing?

Bruce: Someone found a weakness in Wayne Tech's firewall and is trying to hack into my server. If they do so they will have knowledge of the companies upcoming projects, along with the identities of our persona’s.

Tim: How long do we have?

Bruce: 27 minutes. Try to locate the hacker.

Nightwing, Red Hood, and The Signal

Time- 19:37

Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *all pull up on their motorcycles at Wayne Tower*

Fire Marshal: *approaches the three vigilantes* Hey Nightbird....*looks at Red Hood and The Signal* and gang, look, this wasn't a big fire, it was contained very quickly so there's nothing really to worry about.

The Signal: So we’re good to go, awesome!

Fire Marshal: There's not much you can really do, so yeah.

Nightwing: Thank you fire marshal but if you don't mind, we'd like to stick around for the investigation.

Fire Marshal: No, that's not necessary! We have it all covered!

Red Hood: I take it that you haven't been in Gotham for long. It wasn't an offer, it was a statement.

Fire Marshal: *sighs* Very well.

Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *walk into the building and make there way up to the stairs up to the thirty-second floor*

Tim: Nightwing, are you still at Wayne Tower?

Nightwing: Yeah, what’s up?

Tim: We’re dealing with a hacker trying to get into the server at Wayne Inc. We think the hacker is inside the building....

Nightwing: Say no more! We’re on it!

Tim: Find him fast, we have t-16 minutes and 55 seconds to find him!

Fire Fighter: *runs by to a fire truck* Lets go, lets go!

The Signal: What's going on?

Fire Fighter: There’s been another fire across town. Lets move out!

Nightwing: Shit *mumbles under his breath* Okay, Signal, investigate the fire upstairs. Red Hood, search the building, there is a hacker somewhere and we need to find him before he hacks us! I'll go to the next fire!

The Signal: Got it.

Red Hood: Understood.

Nightwing: *bolts out into the stairway towards the ground level* Red Robin, I'm on my way to another fire, Red Hood is in charge of looking for the hacker and Signal is investigating the fire.

Tim: No time! I'll send The Signal to search for the hacker, too! Investigate the fire later!

Nightwing: Got it!

Tim: Signal, Red Hood! Start looking for the hacker!

Red Hood: Already doing so!

The Signal: But Nightwing said...

Tim: Shut up and do it!

The Signal: Got it!

Alfred and Julia

Alfred: What are we watching

Julia: Well, I thought that with both of us being former spies, I thought we could watch an American film franchise called Mission Impossible.

Alfred: And tear it apart by it’s inaccuracies!

Julia: Yes!

Alfred: Sounds wonderful!

Tim and Bruce

Time- 13:17

Harper: I came as fast as I could.

Bruce: Good, set up your computer.

Harper: Why isn’t Alfred helping?

Bruce: Shut up and get to work.

Harper: Okay then!

Signal

Time- 12:14

The Signal: Fuck! *runs through and between all of the Wayne Enterprise employees* Sorry, excuse me! Coming through! *keeps searching for someone hunched over their computer* Out of the way! Coming through! I'm so sorry! *makes his way back to the stairs and climbs up to the fortieth floor, opens the door and finds the floor empty, but still hears the sound of a guy typing away* Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Copy that, standing by!

The Signal: *turns the corner and gets into a stance*

Hacker 1: *looks over* Ah!

Hacker 2: *jumps up behind The Signal and kicks him in the back*

The Signal: Uck! Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood and The Signal

Time- 12:14

Red Hood: *walks on to the twentieth floor and lifts his pistols in the air and fires two rounds* Everybody, go down to the next floor now!

Everyone: *rushes off to the stairs*

Red Hood: *observing everyone that leaves the floor*

The Signal: Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Copy that, standing by! *continues to observe the crowd and notices a face* Hey you!

Noah: *looks around and points to himself*

Red Hood: *points* Yeah, you!

Noah: *walks over nervously* Please don't hurt me, I don't want any trouble!

Red Hood: Relax, I'm not going to hurt anyone here. We're just looking for a guy. What's your name?

Noah: My name is Noah.

Red Hood: Sup Noah....

The Signal: Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Gotta go! *pushes through the crowd and runs up the stairs, then enters the door for the fortieth floor*

Hackers 1 and 2: *holding The Signal by his arms and legs*

Red Hood: *raises his pistols and fires a few shots at the hackers, but misses and takes a few heavy breaths* That was a warning shot! Next time I won't miss, drop my partner!

Hackers 1 and 2: *drop The Signal and charge at Red Hood*

Red Hood: *dives out of the way and turns around and shoots the hackers with rubber rounds* You guys probably should have spent less time coding and more time in physical education in high school! *taps his helmet* Red Hood to Bat-cave, we got the hackers!

Tim: Good, now look for a R.A.T.!

The Signal: Ew! Gross!

Tim: Not an actual rat, a Remote Access Tool!

Red Hood: What's it look like?

Tim: You're looking for a window on the computer or maybe a USB connected plugged into it!

Red Hood: *checks one of the computer screens*

The Signal: *checks the other computer screen*

Red Hood: Nothing out of the ordinary!

The Signal: Same here!

Tim: Keep looking, it has to be somewhere!

Red Hood: *keeps looking* Tell Batman he's going to need to buy some new shit for this floor! *starts picking up computers and smashes them to the floor*

The Signal: Red Hood! What are you doing?

Red Hood: Narrowing down our options!

Nightwing

Time- 9:23

Nightwing: *pulls up with the fire trucks at the apartment complex in flames, hooks up a small oxygen tank to his waist and connects the hose to his mask, then sees a resident waving from the terrace on the third floor, he then rushes over and climbs up each terrace and fires a grappling hook from his escrima stick onto the top of the building* Step over the railing, I got you! *he gestures for the resident to step over*

Resident: *steps over the railing and into Nightwing's arms*

Nightwing: *holds on to his escrima stick which slowly lowers them down he then lets go of the resident*

Resident: *runs to a safe place with the other residents*

Nightwing: *turns the valve and runs inside the building, checking for any other residents stuck inside*

Firefighters: *start spraying the apartment*

Kid: Help!!!

Nightwing: *runs up the stairs to where the yelling is coming from and finds a parent lying on the floor unconscious*

Kid: *crying* Help, my.... my...

Nightwing: *kneels down and places a hand on the kids shoulder* Hey, you're dad's going to be okay, but right now we have to get out of here. Okay?

Kid: *nods their head*

Nightwing: *lifts up the kids dad over his shoulder and carries the kid as he begins to rush down the stairs only to see the stairs going to the first floor are engulfed in flames, then drops the kid and the dad gently against a wall as he grabbed the fire extinguisher and clears a path for them to go down, then lifts the kid and dad back up and runs down the stairs and out of the door*

Paramedic: *runs over with a stretcher*

Nightwing: *helps lay the dad on the stretcher then runs back in, shooting a grappling hook at the roof and reels himself up the stairway, climbing three floors before the ceiling gives way and Nightwing falls*

Batgirl: *reaches out for Nightwing's arm* Ah!

Nightwing and Batgirl

Time- 5:54

Nightwing: Aren't you a sight for foggy eyes! *reaches up with his other arm up to the railing and crawls over the railing* Are you okay?

Batgirl: *starts to lift a few of the residents* Ow! Come on! We have to get these people to the paramedics!

Nightwing: Go to the fire escape!

Batgirl: Not safe, the metal is starting to bend!

Nightwing: *pushes against the railing he just climbed over* This one is holding! Go check the top floor, if no one is there head down!

Batgirl: *goes up to check the top floor*

Nightwing: *attaches a grappling line to the railing and carries the two other residents reels them all down then races out of the building to meet the paramedics*

Batgirl: *finds one more resident and taps their shoulder* Are you okay?

Resident: *starts to wake* Uhhhh.

Batgirl: Can I help you?

Resident: *goes limp*

Batgirl: *carries the unconscious resident out of the room and reels them both down the building, then racing out of the building to meet with the paramedics*

Bruce, Tim, and Harper

Time- 4:37

Harper: Ha! Gotcha sucker!

Bruce: Did you stop them?

Harper: No, but I got their IP Address! Computer is being accessed on the twentieth floor!

Red Hood and The Signal

Time- 4:07

Tim: THE HACKER IS ON THE TWENTIETH FLOOR!!!

Jason: Son of a bitch!

The Signal: On our way there!

Red Hood and The Signal: *running down the stairs*

The Signal: About what happened.... (being manhandled like a jump rope)

Red Hood: We have bigger problems right now!

The Signal: Right, right!

Jason: *slows down for a second, then races down fast* Shit, I KNOW WHO THAT MAN WAS!

The Signal: *tries to catch up* Red Hood!

Red Hood: *bursts through the door for the twentieth floor and unleashes a primal roar*

Noah: *still sitting down* You're smarter than I remember Red Hood! Don't bother grabbing your guns. I'll be gone before you even fire.

Red Hood: *taps the side of his helmet to send video of the situation to The Signal* The hackers on the fortieth floor, they were...

Noah: Yes, just a distraction! Really impressed by your physicality by the way, but I sure bet you are exhausted right now.

Red Hood: I can still take you out!

Noah: No you can't. Hans!

Hans: *grabs Red Hood*

The Signal: *turns invisible and sneaks past Hans and Red Hood, then approaches Noah and bashes the laptop with his escrima sticks*

Noah: Nooooo!!!

The Signal: *kicks Noah and whacks him a few times with his escrima sticks*

Red Hood: *knocks his head against Hans' head*

Hans: *lets go of Red Hood and stumbles back*

Red Hood: *turns then kicks Hans' chest, then reaches forward and tases Hans*

The Signal: *becomes visible and ties up Noah*

Red Hood: *ties up Hans* Have I ever mentioned how impressive your meta-human abilities are?

The Signal: You can mention it more, I can use the ego boost!

Red Hood: We captured The Calculator and his goons, how is it on your end Red Robin?

Tim: All clear over hear! Nice work guys!

Alfred, Julia, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Selina

Alfred: Why would he choose the safe house. If this were reality Ethan would have already been arrested.

Stephanie: Alfred, we love you to death, but your ruining an amazing movie.

Julia: The movie ruined itself by it’s inaccuracies. Plus this is our bonding time, you guys weren’t even invited!

Selina: Yeah, but you guys took the only copy and once we saw you watching it, we just really wanted to watch it, too.

Harper: Oh, cool! Mind if I join?

Alfred: *sighs* The more the merrier.

Nightwing and Batgirl

Nightwing: Gotcha Jay, thanks for the info! Alright, our guy lives in apartment 22 on 1807 Zics Street. Let’s head there now and see if we can find him.

Batgirl: Want to get something to eat after?

Nightwing: If we race there we can eat sooner!

Batgirl: Lets go!

Nightwing and Batgirl: *jump on their motorcycles and drive to the apartment where they found the arsonist, then tied him to a lamppost and Batgirl informed the GCPD the location of the arsonist*

Nightwing: So, how has your dad been doing?

Batgirl: Not too bad. He’s been a bit under pressure but he’s doing fine. How is it being a dad at the mansion?

Nightwing: Ohhh god. I had the thought once and decided to leave that duty to Alfred.

Batgirl: *Barbara laughs*

Nightwing: I help him a bit. It’s been so difficult acting like a grown up. I had to seriously step in when Alfred called Jason “Master Todd”

Batgirl: Please explain further?

Nightwing: Well, because Jason is, well, Jason, he lost his shit because he’s “not a snooty ass rich motherfucker, Alfred!”

Batgirl: Damn, I could so see that.

Nightwing: Yeah, and it doesn’t help that Bruce totally lost the ability to interact with other people. The other day Damian was acting up and Bruce picked him up and shouted “WHERE’S THE OFF BUTTON!”

Batgirl: *laughs harder*

Nightwing: *laughs* I wish you could have been there, it was funnier in person.

Batgirl: *leans her head on Dick’s shoulder*

Nightwing: I love you Babs.

Batgirl: I love you too, Dick.

Dick

Dick: *got into the batcave and began creating workouts for everyone, then went to the bathroom and took a shower in the batcave, got out, and went upstairs and entered the media room*

Dick: Aw, isn’t this sweet!

Julia: Get the fuck out Dick!

Dick: Damn, okay.

Dick: *walks into the kitchen to see everyone in there*

Tim: Someone took long getting back to the mansion.

Stephanie: What happened.

Dick: I met up with Babs.

Everyone: WHAT!!!!

Damian: No fair. If I knew I could have been with Jon this entire time I would have!

Selina: You’re not able to Damian, and you knew you weren’t suppose to interact with anyone outside of the mansion.

Dick: Chill. Everything is fine. We’re more likely to get sick on patrol then by hanging out with each other.

Selina: In which if we do get sick on patrol and run into each other we then get them sick!

Dick: It's fine! What’s up with Alfred and Julia?

Selina: No....

Jason: They got tired of everyone ruining their family bonding time so they kicked us out.

Dick: That makes sense.

Helena: *rings the doorbell*

Dick: I got it. *walks over to the door and opens it* Helloooo...............

Helena: Hey Dick, you look great!

Dick: *slams the door shut and covers the door*

Jason: *walks up to the door and shoves Dick to the side and opens the door* Hey, Helena! It's so awesome to see you! What are you doing here?

Helena: I’m here to stay and help. Where should I put my bags?

Jason: You could put them in any of the open guest bedrooms up on the third floor! You remember where that is, right?

Helena: Yep!

Dick: Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool. *starts to sit down*

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theasterous09 · 6 months

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OKAY SO ABOUT THAT 2-PARTER RC9GN EPISODE DREAM I HAD

This was a really long time ago, so I may or may not have some of it right, but I can still remember the most memorable parts of my dream.

EPISODE 1

So it started with me opening my TV to see what's new on the Disney channel, I don't remember what I was trying to look for, but then I saw this teaser of an RC9GN 2-parter special episodes thing and I literally screamed, no joke.

The teaser was like a countdown to the 2 episodes, so I waited for a few more minutes or smt

So anyways, the theme song started playing and I remember singing along with it, going batshit crazy

Then the song ended and the episode starts with Randy in class, bored out of his mind. The teacher (a new one, I can't remember what she looks like, but I know she's a woman) was teaching about whatever

I dont know what else happened in this episode, but skip to the part where a robot attacks and Randy is going ninja. I can't remember what it looks like, but it wasn't a robo-ape.

The Ninja is there to destroy it, yelling quips and puns, the usual

But the part I remember so much was the end of that episode, so this robot was trying to hit the Ninja, but missed, leading the robot to hit the school instead. Hard.

So the part of the building where the robot hit collapsed and there were students there just before the part of the building fell on them.

For a split-second, we can see Randy's absolute dread and tried to reach out to the kids, but he couldn't reach them on time and the bulding fell on top of them.

Absolute silence followed soon after. I can remember how shocked I was on this part, my jaw dropped because I DIDNT KNOW DISNEY WOULD ALLOW THAT

And then the episode ended. Just like that.

ANYWAY EPISODE 2 (I REMEMBER THIS EPISODE THE MOST)

So we ended with a cliffhanger on the first episode, and my mouth was still wide open.

Disney gave me a break and a commercial started

But then after that the next episode started, and there wasn't even a theme song

The episode showed the Ninja trying to reach out on the kids again, but he couldn't make it. There was a heartbeat sound effects going on in the background making it more suspenseful

Anyway, the Ninja went to dig them out of the collapsed rubble, and miraculously, the students lived

So randy asked if they were okay, and I kid you not, he sounded genuinely terrified and concerned

The students had minor bruises, while one of them had an dislocated arm, but they were alive and that was what mattered to Randy at that moment.

Randy got them out of there and he made sure they got out of harm's way before he went back to the robot

Fastforward to the aftermath of the destroyed robot, (this is probably my fav part cuz it was just so ANGSTY) Randy took off the ninjasuit in the boys' bathroom and he just sat there for a minute

The heartbeat soundtrack was back, but faster, and I can see on screen that Randy was also starting to hyperventilate as he processed what happened and what almost happened to those students

I can't remember what else happened then, but i think Howard found him or something and tried to calm him down

anyway, when randy did calm down, he took the nomicon out of his bag, with howard by his side, and asked "What would happen if I failed them? Was there ever a ninja that had to deal with what almost happened?"

The nomicon shloomped him in the book and Randy had a deep conversation with Finja (AGAIN IT SUCKS THAT I CANT REMEMBER THIS PART BECAUSE I KNOW IT WAS SP GOOD)

Randy sat on the dirt (its kind of like dirt? I mean, its a page of the nomicon but whatever) with tears streaming down his eyes. Finja is there, just, rubbing his back and comforting him because Finja knows what he's going through, he's been there and worse, he's seen his comrades fall in front of him and he knew that it was a painful feeling

Silently, randy told Finja (in my own words cuz i cant remember how he actually said it "What if those students... will an even greater chaos happen if I failed them? Can I still be a ninja if I failed to protect them?"

And finja replied with smt like "Ninja... you are one of the best ninjas I ever had the privilege to meet. You saved me from giving up on fighting, you saved many people by defeating the sorcerer and bringing peace to Norrisville. You saved the Sorcerer from his eternal curse and freed his soul. If anyone is going to fail at being the ninja, then it is not you. Yes, it was a close call for those defenseless students, but they are still alive and well and you need not think of the possibility of what might have happened. So do not be hard on yourself, Ninja."

More tears and more hurt/comfort ensues and I think the episode ended with randy leaving the nomicon and having a more peaceful mind.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaHHHHhhhHHHHHHH I CANt BELIEVE I STILL REMEMBER MOST OF THIS DREAM, NOW I WANT TO MAKE A FANFIC OUT OF IT (with probably a few eensy-teensy changes)

#rc9gn #rc9gn randy #rc9gn howard #randy cunnhingham #fanfiction #rc9gn first ninja #rc9gn nomicon #rc9gn dream #dreams #it was a long time ago so i forgot some things #but i swear this is one of my fav dreams #i cant believe my mind could do this #i wrote this w/o caring so much abt punctuation #or typos or grammars

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ninjakk · 2 years

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When I first knew mdzs, I saw the takes that stated wwx did not love lwj equally. Personally I felt they wanted wwx was the only one that got chased after and somehow they make one get loved but do not give the love to other. So I really wanted to tell you how I am so happy to know and read your metas that show details into wwx's love. Thank you.

WWX love LWJ so much start from his first life. WWX cherishes and values his LWJ. Their love to each other is mutual and equal.

Hi Anon,

Thank you for your lovely comments 🥰 I'm glad my meta makes you happy ❤️

I agree with you wholeheartedly! I noticed a lot of the fandom insinuating that their love was rather one sided and I found it very strange - which is why I wrote some of the meta on my blog. WWX's crush on LWJ is practically screaming off the pages in some of the scenes, even when he was younger! It's just utterly adorable!

It's quite funny that some people think WWX was the one who was "chased after" - because it's actually most definitely the other way around. WWX was the one chasing after LWJ, calling his name, getting upset when he was rejected and trying to get his attention any way he could. WWX was relentlessly pursuing LWJ, whether he understood his feelings at the time or not. He got LWJ little gifts, invited him to come and stay at Lotus Pier and even asked him on numerous occasions to come to a local restaurant with him while he was at the CR as a teenager.

"...Back then I’ve invited you to dine out together before. How passionately I tried! You were the one who refused to go. Every time I talked to you you’d glare at me, and everything you said started with a ‘no’. I’ve really met so many obstacles..."

Chapter 116

"...I took them to that Hunan cuisine at Caiyi Town… The exact one you never agreed to go no matter how much I tried to persuade you…"

Chapter 120

I particularly love the two extracts above, because they really show us just how much WWX (subconsciously) tried to court LWJ when they were younger! Especially as in hindsight, WWX knows what his true intentions and feelings were when he was inviting LWJ places all those years ago. We later get further confirmation of WWX's understanding of his feelings back then, in the Dream Come True extra chapter as well.

It astounds me that people can't see WWX's feelings for LWJ in his first life. MXTX has literally written a number of scenes centered around WWX and his pining - including the Lotus Seed Pod extra. Even in the main novel, she wrote the archery competition not just as a little scene where WWX pulled on LWJ's forehead ribbon - but to show us how much of a crush WWX still had on LWJ, even after not seeing him for a whole year.

Of course, that's not to diminish any feelings LWJ has for WWX. Poor LWJ was under the impression that WWX was not interested in him in that way (or indeed men) and that WWX just flirted with everyone. Which is quite funny, because if LWJ hadn't been blinded by jealousy, he might have noticed WWX didn't act that way with anyone else. He was certainly the only man he paid any attention towards in such a way and he never chased after any of the girls he charmed either. Even in WWX's second life, LWJ did not actively pursue him because he was under the impression WWX did not return his feelings. He was just happy to have WWX alive once more and be a part of his life, any way he could.

If WWX did not love LWJ as much as LWJ loves him, WWX wouldn't be as blissfully happy as he is at the end of the novel. It's even more apparent in the extras, where we see the loving and intimate post honeymoon life they have established together as a married couple. They are both truly devoted to each other, no one loves more or less than the other - they are equal in every sense of the word. That is the beauty of their relationship.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs novel #anon ask #answered ask #feeling the love anon #thank you ☺️

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hughungrybear · 6 months

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Me while watching Last Twilight Ep. 6:

I know my blood pressure will rise this episode as I unintentionally saw a major spoiler while scrolling through my FB (thanks, GMMTV's official FB page) 😑. Ugh. I still choose violence if it's August.

1. Is it wrong of me to have a strong urge to slap August's smug face? Also, I don't believe for a second that August has no way to contact Day when he allegedly collapsed and was brought to the hospital. I dunno, their coach prolly has a phone, no? Hospitals also have phones 🤨🤨🤨 Personally, I think August is just a world-class flaker.

2. Not to yuck someone's yum, but I will never understand people who like pineapples on pizza (or fruits incorporated in a supposedly savory dish). But that's just me 😅

3. Wait, what? No, Porjai. Don't go chasing Night. 😅😅😅 Mhok, I told you to introduce Gee to Porjai, gods dammit 😆😆😆

4. I dunno how Day can still be in love with August when Mhok keeps on giving him these very sweet gestures 😭😭😭 I would have fallen for the nth time already if I was Day.

5. I think I'm beginning to hate Mhok's selfless tendencies when it comes to Day. 😭😭😭 He really does everything to make Day happy even at the expense of his own happiness. Where can I find my own Mhok??? 😭😭😭

6. Please tell us, why Day hates Night so much. Night seems so lonely. What happened between these sibs??? 🤔🤔🤔

7. I cannot believe how selfless Mhok can be 😭😭😭😭 Oh, my gods. The moment August took Day away from Mhok's side just thoroughly broke my heart. 😭😭😭

8. Well, I think it's clear that after his Phi Mhok, Day trusts Gee second. It is very telling that he screamed out her name (after knowing that Mhok is gone) to help him. He did not cry out for August, who is literally just beside him. Also, the look of Day's disappointed face when he finds out that it's August, not Mhok, who sought him out in that veranda.

9. Ugh. This is the effing scene I saw on GMMTV's official page - August kissing Day with Mhok as a witness. 😔😔😔 No, just no. Also, what's up with August? Why kiss Day, then suddenly reject him? I really advocate violence if it means bashing August's very punchable face. The fvck. 🤬🤬🤬

10. Oh? We're back on a rooftop? What in the name of Bad Buddy Series, is this, P'Aof??? 😅 <after five seconds> Okay, I'm crying.

Let's talk about August. Okay, nobody forced him to be sweet and caring and flirt with Day. Nobody. And yet, he felt compelled to deceived Day just because. After he knew that Day has a massive crush on him.

Then, August still has the gall to say "sorry, I cannot accept Day as more than a friend"??? WHO THE FVCK ASKED YOU TO??? NOT DAY, NOT MHOK. NOBODY!!! Gods dammit. The selfishness and self-centredness of August makes me want to break things (preferably on his face). Arrrgh!!!!! 🤬🤬🤬

Next week, looks like Mhok is offically making a move on Day. I just hope August keeps away for the rest of the series. 😅

#last twilight the series #last twilight series #last twilight ep 6 #mhokday #mhok x day #jimmysea #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan

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aldoodles · 9 months

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Hi! It's me again. The crazy person who was incoherently yelling about the utter serendipity of stumbling across your page.

You mentioned being curious about how I got here, so I figured the least I could do after dumping THAT in your Ask Box was explain myself: I was looking into the Mysterious Benedict Society tag several months ago, and when I saw your art I nearly started screaming because it's just SO GOOD. The colours and shapes and details and literally everything about it filled me with so much joy on the spot, and I was immediately obsessed with your art, which led to me clicking on your art tag at the speed of light.

AND THAT led me to being even more astounded by your skills and the kind of masterpieces you produce (The first thing I saw was a more ambiguous kind of landscape piece), and then having a heart attack as soon as I saw the tags and learned that NOT ONLY was it HTTYD art, BUT IT WAS THE BOOKS. I'D NEVER SEEN ANYONE DO FANART FOR THE BOOKS BEFORE. AND IT WAS SO GOOD???? LIKE IF I HAD THE MONEY I'D PAY FOR YOU TO ILLUSTRATE THE WHOLE SERIES

Cue me going completely insane and then finding out you did stuff for TUC??? I'd nearly forgotten those books, but your art reminded me how invested/terrified I was. Not to mention all of the other insanely fantastic work you've done for other things and how I just want to eat all of your art in the most positive way possible. It's so gorgeous. It's so Texture. It's vastly impressive and just makes my brain so excited and gets my imagination to take off. Your art is an inspiration whenever I feel stuck in life.

AND THEN. AND THEN I FOUND OUT YOU WRITE FIC. And I would have read everything in the span of a couple hours if I hadn't had to stop and sob every few seconds because YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD AUTHOR!!!!!! But also because you really understand the characters (Of the fandoms I'm in, but I'm sure you are just as talented in everything else).

And now I am a constant lurking presence on your blog, highly enjoying any and all thoughts/work you choose to share, and hoping you know how much you are appreciated. Because let me just tell you!!!! You are GREATLY appreciated at all hours of the day :)

(I'm sorry I keep leaving these long, wacky rambles in your Ask Box like a lunatic. I really wanted to tell you how amazing I think you are, but my anxiety's been being dumb so I figured this was the best way to get my message across)

This is seriously the kindest thing omg thank you so much!!

I love creating for the obscure fandoms I am invested in, so it’s really nice to hear that other people enjoy my doodles and fic :o) !!

#seriously tysm #this is so encouraging and sweet #ask #al chatters #sorry for the belated response to this I kept it in my inbox a while bc I couldn’t think of an appropriate response to how flattered I am #i have more thoughts but it’s basically me just feeling like AAAAAAAAAAAAA (in a good way) and also like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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florrysgf · 1 year

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Omg hello!! I literally just saw you're page, so I decided to stop by and request :))

Im not sure if you'd do Derek Feldman(scream 2 I think) but if you could that'd be great <33

Thinking of Derek x gender neutral reader going on some cute little date for Halloween! (Ik its April but idc😡)

Anywho, tysm again hope you have a good dayy!!

FANG-TASTIC! derek feldman x gn!reader

A/N: oooooo i really like this! i’ve never written for derek before. he’s way too underrated. i hope you like it! (ps, it’s never too early for halloween!)

WARNINGS: none really. just derek being a total sweetie

WORD COUNT: 0.6k +

“Y/N? Are you ready yet?” You heard Dereks voice calling you again from the other side of the curtain. You scrunched your face up, letting out a sigh as you adjusted the ribbon that was tied around your waist, making sure the bow was perfect. It had now become a tradition every year for you and Derek to wear matching costumes at Halloween. You didn’t care much for the holiday before you met him, but he soon changed that. Derek was an absolute sucker for Halloween. He treated it with just as much excitement as he did Christmas, maybe even more so.

This year you were both dressed as the Grady twins from The Shining, his idea, obviously. He was so excited about it, he got ready in less than 5 minutes, rushing to your changing room to see how you looked. He was stood like an impatient little toddler waiting for you to come out. “You still alive in there?” He joked after not receiving a response from you.

“I look stupid.” You whined, examining yourself in the full length mirror.

“Heeey!” Derek gasped, clutching his chest in a fake offence. “We’re matching. If you look stupid, then so do I!”

You couldn’t help but smile. Even though the two of you were separated by a red silk curtain, you could still imagine the exaggerated look on his face. “I bet you 10 bucks that you look better than I do.”

“Well…” He supposed, a prominent smirk on his face. “I do look pretty good.” He could hear your scoff through the fabric, causing the smirk on his face to break into a toothy grin. “But not as good as you! C’mon, Y/N, I bet you look fang-tastic!”

Suddenly, the curtain flung open, revealing you stood with your eyebrow raised at the 6’2 boy. “Fang-tastic?”

He burst out laughing at the expression on your face, “I’m sorry, that was really bad. Hey, you look amazing! Ten times better than me.” His tone was sincere, you could tell he meant what he was saying. You gave him a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, engulfing you by his side in an embrace. “You know, that means you owe me 10 bucks, right?” Derek whispered in your ear, playfully nudging your arm as the two of you exited the costume store.

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Every year Woodsboro held a Halloween festival in the towns centre with attractions ranging all the way from apple bobbing to pumpkin carving. Some may say it was in poor taste, given what happened a year prior, but you and Derek disagreed. It was a fun occasion that brought people together, where was the harm in that?

“Thank you.” You beamed as Derek handed you a slice of freshly cut pumpkin pie from one of the stalls. He smiled, giving the woman a $10 note in return for a second slice, and leaning up against the wooden shack.

“So, what d’you feel like doing first?” He asked, taking a chunk out of his piece of pie.

You bit your lip, taking a look around. “Oh my god, the haunted house!” You gasped.

“Alright.” Your boyfriend supposed, tilting his head to the side with a smile, “As long as you’re not too scared.”

You opened your mouth in a false bid of shock, jokingly smacking him on the chest. “Oh, please, you scream like a girl! Last year when that fake spider fell on your head, you were literally on the verge of tears!”

The brunette boy enclasped your hand with his, pressing a kiss to your palm as the two of you made your way over. “Not true! I was allergic to the carpet in there.” He told you, defending himself. There were at least 10 witnesses you could get to back you up, but you decided to let Derek win this one.

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Title: A Night of Sexy Sex with Paz Vizsla (April Fool’s Day Fic) Pairing: Paz Vizsla x f!Reader, mentions of Armorer x Bo-Katan Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~4000 Warnings: Terrible euphemisms, PIV sex, unprotected sex. Literally the worst. Overuse of the words sex and sexy. One use of the word moist. Literally this is the worst thing I have ever inflicted onto myself. Author's Note: Part of the Bulbous Salutations exchange! The point of this is to write bad smut and to make people regret having eyes. Happy April Fool’s Day, y’all. :D

*Note: By continuing past the ‘keep reading’ thingie and reading this godforsaken fic, you hereby absolve me from any financial, legal, or moral obligation to pay for your therapy. I am poor. I cannot afford therapy for myself, much less anyone else. Thank u.

You’re not quite sure how Paz worked it out, but he knows that you’re a virgin. The Mandalorian equivalent of cin vhetin. Untouched snow, pure, unmarred by another warrior's touch or love emissions. You've never even held hands with a warrior. Well, except to like, rescue someone, or something. Never bare palm-to-palm contact, though - that was beyond your comfort level.

At first, when you were younger, you wanted to wait for someone to make it worth your time. It’s not like Mandalorians are inherently attached to the idea of virginity, or anything like that. But you did want someone you could trust to help you discover sexual pleasure like in those naughty novels. The ones where the verde have their helmets up over their noses, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss while their armor has fallen somewhere onto the floor. The ones where if you'd bought them second hand, the pages would sometimes be stuck together.

As the months and years went by, the partners you were with…they never felt quite right. It was never the right time. It was never for the right reason. And so you and your partners would move on. And now you’re at a point in life where you wonder if you’d made a mistake.

If you should have just…fucked someone and gotten it over with. Maybe it would have worked out in the end. You’ve seen the raunchy vids the verde pass back and forth during deployments (they're also passing partners back and forth, too, those lucky bastards). You’ve read all the magazines that get your panties so wet you soak them, your pants, and the seat you're sitting on. You know what sex is, technically, but you’ve never experienced it.

So it feels strange to sit with the verde and listen to their exploits, occasionally adding your opinions when you really don’t have one. You’ve never had your pussy licked until you cried and screamed. You’ve never been fucked stupid, to the point where your brain leaves your head and you can't think. And you really wish you knew what it felt like. But, like always, you go back to your room and satisfy yourself with your fingers and that giant floppy vibrating thing you bought ages ago.

Vaguely, you wonder if you should have placed that order for the glow-in-the-dark tentacle heated attachments, just in case things don’t work out here.

Now, you are standing here in front of Paz's door, wondering if you’re finally going to say goodbye to your virginity the same way Armorer said goodbye to heterosexuality when she first saw Bo-Katan. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you wait for him to open the door. After a few moments, you hear the door click and it swings open, revealing Paz's magnificent, thick, beefy frame. It's obvious he hasn't skipped any meals or workout sessions. He's so big and broad it makes your heart flutter in your chest.

He is not wearing his armor, which explains why you did not hear his footsteps. You worry your lip with your teeth as he shuts the door behind you. Normally, you would have never just jumped into bed with someone, but when you look at Paz - all sourness and grump and bad attitude - you know he’s the right verd for the job. He’s a good man underneath all that beskargam. And kute. And everything else. Look, point is, Paz is a good person. That's all that matters to you. And he’s sexy, so. Bonus points there.

“So,” you say to him. “When you woke up this morning, did you plan on being the one to pop the vacuum seal on my buy’ce?”

Paz chokes a bit.

“That’s a unique way to phrase that.”

A grin crosses your face.

“But…no,” he confesses. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to have sex with me at all.”

“I like you,” you respond with a shrug. “And even though I know you have a kink for my type…it goes both ways, you know?”

“...what’s your kink?” he asks curiously.

“Blindfolds, obviously,” you deadpan at him. He laughs in response as he shakes his head.

“We could get married,” he says. “That way, we can…you know, see what we are doing.”

“You’re the last person I would have expected to suggest marrying just so we can fuck,” you say out loud. He shrugs in response. “Alright,” you say. You’ve done stupider things than get married to have sex. Armorer has left plenty of dents on your armor due to your stupidity. What's another dent? She's going to have to fix it regardless. You and Paz swap vows as quickly as possible.

Then you reach up to take your bucket off. Paz hesitates for a moment, and then he follows suit, lifting his helmet to reveal his beautiful face. He's got a chiseled jawline and eyes like sapphires, glimmering in the fluorescent lighting. His hair is thick and glossy, and it sways slightly. Where is that breeze coming from? Mortification fills you as you realize he's waiting for you to speak. You grin at him.

“You’re cute,” you say.

He’s more than cute - he’s downright handsome under that bucket - but you’re not going to give him any more of a reason to inflate his ego. He smiles at you. Gods, his smile is beautiful and sexy, just like the rest of him. So, so irresistibly sexy.

“You too,” he remarks, and you decide that his voice is definitely the sexiest thing you’ve heard in your life.

Paz reaches for you. You inhale reflexively as his strong hands find your arms and wrap around them, as gently as a newborn loth kitten wrapped in a blanket. Gently, he strokes up to your shoulders, and then down along your breast plate to your hips. He carefully pulls you toward him. Then, he presses his forehead to yours in a Mandalorian kiss, making your breath hitch in your throat.

That feels nice, you decide, as you relax in his embrace. Hesitantly, you touch him, feeling the warmth of his body, the hard planes of his muscle. The unyielding beskargam under your fingertips. Paz lets out a purr of delight as he dims the light to something more comfortable for the two of you. The two of you start removing each other’s armor, piece by piece.

Soon, the two of you are standing there in only your kute. Your entire body feels warm and tight. Your breathing is more rapid, and you definitely feel your pulse in your throat. When you look at the zipper on his kute, you look away. Paz catches you and pulls you in, tilting your face up to his with two gentle fingers under your chin. You close your eyes and tug on his kute, eager to have your first kiss. Paz rumbles approvingly, his breath fanning across your lips.

Your first kiss is a chaste one - a simple press of his warm, dry lips against yours. You’re not quite sure how long it’s supposed to last, so you let him take the lead. Then he presses another kiss to your lips. And again. And again. Like he's trying to tap a sentence in da-di-da with his lips against your heated skin. His lips part slightly and he tilts his head and then he starts to nibble ever so gently. It feels like he's trying to suck on your tongue or something, but whatever, it feels nice. And very sexy. His mouth opens a bit more and his tongue darts out against your lower lip.

It feels strangely good to have his hot mouth against yours, and your lips tingle as his tongue skims over them. Paz’s hands find your waist and skim upwards toward your chest. Heat fills you as he touches your breasts and tweaks your nipples through your kute, palming them like one would half-price muja fruit at a sus market stall. He pulls back slightly. The whine of protest that leaves you turns into a quiet moan as he kisses along your jaw. More heat fills you, like that one time you drank an entire bottle of tiingilar sauce on a dare.

Boldly, you reach up to undo the fastenings on his kute, inching the zipper down to reveal his chiseled pectoral muscles. Paz mirrors your gestures, never going faster than you. He carefully strips you down, his big, warm hands touching your breasts and cupping your ass. Paz guides you to the bed. Your chesticles bounce most boobily as you recline. So fucking sexy.

Paz carefully settles on the bedding with you. His weight makes the mattress dip toward the center. It’s dark in the room and you’re so shy you can’t even look in his direction. Paz catches your hand in his and guides it to his pectoral. You squeeze gently. His man titty feels so good in your hand. He flexes the muscle, making it jump in your hands.

“Touch me more,” he says. “Please?”

With shaking fingers, you touch his mountain-like shoulder, taking a moment to trace a scar across the skin there. Then your fingers drift down along his belly. It's soft, but firm, with a sparse forest of hair that dips down to his manhood area. You don’t go down too far, though - you’re not quite ready for that yet.

“Might be more comfortable if you sit on me,” Paz says. “You won’t have to lean over as much. And you’ll be in complete control, mesh’la.”

“Alright,” you whisper. He guides you onto him, your knees on either side of him, something hard and twitching against your belly. You assume it's his love Javelin missile, ready to pierce your pleasure target and explode on target. You resist the urge to look down, instead focusing your attention on the scars littering his ultra sexy skin.

“There we go,” he groans. “See, mesh’la? You can touch any part of me you want like this. I’ll just hold you and let you take your time.”

His hands settle on your hips, warm and strong as they massage your supple flesh. You continue exploring his torso, taking a moment to squeeze his nipple the same way he had squeezed yours. He inhales deep, a low noise of pleasure escaping him. You mentally file that away - he seems to like having his sexy man nipples played with. Finally, you know you’re ready to touch him there. You’re pretty sure he’s ready too. Swallowing, you work up the courage to reach out and touch his bulbous beef bayonet. It jumps against your belly and you jerk back.

“S’alright,” he says. “It’s just a little excited.”

His hand guides yours back to his cock. Swallowing, you wrap your hand around him gently. His skin is silky soft and warm, like slipping into a hot Denovian mud bath after hours of hard work. You know warriors are sensitive in this area, but you don’t know how much so. You’re afraid to hurt him, so you loosen your grip as you stroke it. Paz throbs and pulsates in your hand. It is super sexy.

“Don’t be scared, mesh’la. It won’t bite.”

His hand wraps around yours, squeezing you around him in a much tighter grip.

“Just like that,” he says. “Just like that, don’t be scared…oh yeah, just like that.”

You aren’t sure if he’s really that into it, or if he’s putting on a show for you, but you feel much better knowing that this is bringing him pleasure despite your inexperienced touch. You wrap both hands around him the same way a rath'tar wraps itself around its prey, gnawing on your lower lip as you trace the veins on his thick, meaty baby-batter shooter.

Up at the top, you find he looks a lot like the diagrams. The head is round and blunt, with a slit in the tip. A droplet of pearly white love juice gathers there. Impulsively, you swipe your finger through his creamy Sichuan daddy sauce and lick it. It’s not what you expected, but it’s not unpleasant. Paz lets out a startled groan and his throbbing purple disco stick jumps in your hand again. A very generous glob of baby gravy leaks out and onto your hand as you stroke again.

“What do you think?” he asks gently. “Does it taste good?”

Embarrassment fills your stomach.

“Uhm…yeah,” you say. “Not…not what I expected, but…uhm…it’s not bad.”

He looks delighted at your words.Then Paz grips your hip.

“Scoot forward a bit,” he urges. You obey, and your clit presses up against his fleshy pokey impregnation stick. Heat fills your entire body again. It’s so close to…there. “Move your hips - yeah, just like that, mesh’la. Do you feel it rubbing up against your little clit?”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper to him.

“Does it feel good?” he asks. “Do you feel your sweet'n'salty love juices getting my manhood all nice and slick?”

“Uh-huh,” you whimper. “Paz…I…”

“What is it, mesh’la?”

“Paz, I…I uh…I think I want it. Inside.”

“Not yet, mesh’la,” he says gently. “I want to make sure you’re really ready for it, alright?”

You nod, grinding your hips against that wet, firm ridge underneath you. His hands guide you on his girthy dipstick, and you’re too embarrassed to look at him. You can hear the wet noises of your bodies sliding together. Is it normal for that to happen? You can’t bring yourself to ask. If something isn’t right, he’ll tell you. But there's so much of it. It's all over his belly and thighs and you're pretty sure the novels didn't mention a literal tsunami of poonani juice.

“Good girl,” he rumbles up at you. “Look so good like that, mesh’la, grinding up against my flesh bes'bev like you can’t wait to have it in you. Does it feel good having it this close to your pretty little hole?"

You nod, unsure if you can even speak coherently right now.

“Every time you grind against me, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter,” he continues. “Your panty porg knows what to do with a big, hard sausage…it knows exactly where this babymaker is going to go, doesn’t it?”

A little noise escapes you.

“I bet your fingers don’t make your love channel all greedy and hungry the way my pulsating pussy plug does,” Paz says. “I bet your toys won’t feel half as good as having me all the way inside you.”

The thought of having him in there, inside your undiscovered lands, pressing up against your insides, stretching your walls the way your fingers and toys can’t, has you wild. You roll your hips again and you feel that knot in your belly break wide open. A moan escapes you, another gush of creamy coochie cum seeping out to drench Paz’s cumslinger.

Paz rolls you down onto the bed. Like this, it feels much nicer. He’s warm and strong and there’s something about the way his body covers yours like a weighted blanket. The way his hips fit between your thighs. Shyly, you turn away. Paz turns your face back to his and kisses gently. Then he works his way down, kissing your straining nip-noops and biting your hip bone.

“Oh, mesh’la,” he growls at you. “Can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to send your pussy into hyperdrive.”

“Uhm,” you stammer out. “T-taste?...hyperdrive???”

“Tell me,” he says roughly. “Has anyone else gotten to taste you between the legs?”

“N-No,” you whisper. “Nobody…”

“No one’s been down here at all?” he asks. “Doctor doesn’t count. No fingers, tongues, or anything else?”

“No one,” you respond. “Uhm..only my own fingers…and my toy…”

“Good girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss against your clit. “Saving it up all for me…” A whine escapes you as his tongue darts out against your aching, throbbing clit. He hums in delight. His tongue probes between your lips, sliding up and then back down. “I’m about to fucking explode, mesh’la. Gonna cum all over myself just having you in my mouth.”

He’s slurring his words. He almost sounds drunk. He licks again and again, one hand keeping your hips pinned to the bed while the other spreads your flesh folds apart. Paz’s tongue delves in deeper as another moan escapes him.

“Gods,” he rasps out, his fingers spreading you wider apart. His tongue dips inside you, making your eyes roll back as you whine. “Like that, huh? Like having my tongue in you?” He drags his tongue back up to the little helmeted warrior in a boat, where he teases you with the tip of his tongue for a few moments. Then he works his way back down.

“Fuck,” he stutters out. “All mine, only mine.”

He buries his face between your thighs, his tongue and lips working at your uber moist flower petals. He slurps and moans and purrs, sounding like a Wookie in heat. Then you feel his finger circling your unbreeched gates, your unconquered pleasure cove.

“Can I?” he asks, his eyes dark and wild as he meets yours. You nod shyly. You let out a little noise as he starts sliding his finger in. “Let me know if it’s too much for you, mesh’la. I’ll be gentle, I promise…”

He dips his head back down as he pumps his finger in and out slowly, his tongue working at your outside pleasure doorbell. He sounds like a strill eating a bowl full of protein paste, loud but kind of endearing. Then he eases a second finger into your lockbox of love. His fingers feel so good inside! Your walls begin to quiver around his thick intruding digits, squeezing each time he pulls out, milking them the way you'll eventually be milking the green milk out of his one-eyed Thala-siren.

Paz groans and slurps at your clit, drinking up your pussy nectar like a man who has been trapped in a desert for weeks and you are the only source of hydration...that line sounded much sexier in the naughty holonovel. Maybe he’s savoring the dew on your flower petals???

"So good," he slurs. "So fuckin' good, wish I could live between your legs, mesh'la."

His fingers curl inside you and press up against your swollen interior doorbell - wait, who has an interior doorbell??? He presses up against your light switch of pleasure, making you squeak with delight. As you get closer and closer, Paz's enthusiastic vocalizations get louder and louder. He plunges his fingers into you and you cry out when he fingers your wet, slippery pink taco like he's a pianist and your vag is his piano.

"Ahhh! Paz!!!" you shriek as you finally reach your peak. "YES! Ahhhh!!!"

Your walls explode around him and you finish, crying out his name as the pleasurable waves squeeze and flutter. Paz pulls his fingers out like that one guy pulling a sword out of a rock. His fingers are wrinkled and wet, like he has spent way too long in the bath. He sucks on his fingers like he's trying to suck boba through a slightly too small straw.

"So fucking good," he rasps out.

Then he crawls onto the bed with you, sliding his third leg between yours, resting it on your mound of love. It spews out a jet of white, gooey erectoplasm onto your belly. Then, locking eyes with you, Paz angles himself into you, and gently starts to push in. He feels so gigantic inside you. As he keeps inching his massive love spear into your love spear holder, you cry out passionately, your eyes rolling back inside your head.

You're not sure how, but he keeps fitting more and more of his Star Destroyer inside your humble shuttlecraft-sized hangar bay. Finally, he bottoms out, and you swear Paz's hymen hammer is poking you somewhere behind your left lung. A squeal, much like a minoch in heat, escapes you, and Paz lets out a noise like thunder as he moans and shakes. He starts to thrust slowly, his cock disappearing into you. You wonder if he's a magician because there's no way he should be able to fit inside you. Maybe he uses portals, like that one game you played once?

"Oh, fuck," he groans. "Fuck, you're gonna snap my turgid Manly Man Shaft in half, cyare. Your virgin hole is so tight I swear to Kad'Harangir it squeaks each time I pull out."

Once your slippery love tunnel starts to adjust around him, Paz starts moving faster, thrusting even deeper before, making you wonder if he's prospecting for beskar deep inside your Mines of Mandalore. So fucking sexy. The bed rocks and shakes with each devastating thrust into you - you swear you can hear the frame clattering each time it lifts off the ground. The headboard slams into the wall over and over, and a bit of drywall dust falls into your eyes, making them water up.

"Don't cry," Paz croons. "I bet it feels good, doesn't it?"

You're being fucked too stupid to respond, so you settle for a high-pitched grunt/whine.

"Look at you taking this trouser snake," he groans. "Pounding so deep into you it makes your belly bulge - "

You wipe some of the drywall dust out of your eye and look down. Yup, definitely. Each time he thrusts into you, you can see the tip of his cock in your abdomen, as if his helmeted sausage soldier is trying to get your attention. Your pulsating pussy starts to pulsate even more, squeezing around his cock like a warm, wet, velvety fist trying its best to squeeze his soul out through his pipi. Paz grunts and groans, his hips slapping against yours wetly. Vaguely, you can hear someone hammering on the wall.

" - it's three in the fucking morning, you dipshits! KEEP IT QUIET - "

The two of you ignore the other person and keep going. You scream as you orgasm around his cock. Pure electricity shoots through your entire body. Just like that one time you were trying to plug your data pad in to charge, but the charger was under your bed, so you were going at it blind, and you ended up touching the electrical prongs by accident. Your bearded clam gushes its sweet and salty clam juices, mixing with his pre-cum to create sex chowder, and you can feel the dampness spreading underneath you like high tide at love time as Paz just keeps hammering away.

"Cyare," Paz bellows. He roars like a hungry Wookiee. Or maybe that was more of an angry Wookie? Horn-gry??? "Oh, cyare! I’m gonna impregnate you! I’m gonna knock you up so many times the Mandostork is gonna stop coming to our Tribe!”

"PaaaAAAaZZZ!" you wail. "Ahh! Aaaa ~ Oh nhhh ah ah yessss! ~ ♡♡♡ ~ harder harder harder!!!!!!!!1!"

He keeps hammering into you. You're not sure if the pounding noise is the bedframe against the floor or if your neighbor is trying to beat the door down. But, again, the two of you ignore them, and Paz goes into hyperdrive. He's fucking into you so hard and fast his bald-headed buir maker is a blur inside you as it pistons and churns your insides into a pre-orgasmic puddle of goo. More and more of your beautiful, bountiful bajingo broth coats your thighs, his thighs, and the bed.

Your wails grow louder and louder as another orgasm starts to descend upon you.

" - please for the love of Kad'Harangir, Arasuum, and the Two Sisters - "

You climax again for the fifth or sixth time that night. He moans and grunts.

"You're so tight you're cutting off circulation to my diiiick," Paz hisses. "Gonna cum again - "

With another deafening roar, Paz finishes, his heat-seeking meat missile shooting jets of man cream into your penis fly trap like a Mandalorian quasar of love. He just keeps cumming, filling you so much that your nether regions can no longer hold it back. His weiner sauce sprays out, coating the bed in millions of fallen future Mandalorian warriors. He groans. With an obscene slurp, he pulls out. His cock is still half-hard, rising proudly above the forest of pubes, like a really tall cylindrical volcano spewing white magma. He puts his hands on his hips and smirks.

"Did you enjoy yourself, cyare?"

"Yes, Paz!" you exclaim as you collapse on the bed.

He smirks and joins you on the bed.

"When can we have round two?" you simper up at him.

Paz's massive long dong beskar starts to stiffen. It stands at attention like a proud warrior would. It glistens in the dim light. He smirks.

"How about now?" he asks.

You giggle and pull him down onto you for a night of super sexy, passionate baby-making.

A special thank you to my husband for “creamy Sichuan daddy sauce”.

#star wars #the mandalorian #paz vizsla x f!reader #paz vizsla #romance #aprilfoolssmutfic #april fools #crack

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