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Turning around on your other side facing Satoru, you poke his muscular back with your index finger. Making his back arch a bit, as he turns his head around to look at you with a confused sleepy face.
“what was that for?” he rasps, sleep still lacing in his voice.
“can you lay on top of me..? like on my back..?” you whisper, your eyes peering up at his tired blue ones.
“…”
“…”
“…you want me to do what?” he asks sitting up more to get a better look at you. His face now outright confused.
“..I want you to lay on top of me!! like crush me with your body!” You whine, your hand now laced around his muscular bicep, gently shaking him from side to side.
Satoru sighs a small smirk on his lips. “fine, fine.. lay down on your stomach.” He says softly. You smile up at him before flipping onto your stomach, your face going into your soft pillow. laying in a pencil like position.
He turns over more lifting the covers up as he goes to his knees, before laying ontop of you. Laying his entire weight on your back, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.
You sigh softly with content, feeling his entire weight on you. Turning your face slightly to the side having a lazily smile on your lips. “mm now i’m comfortable..” you mumble sleepily, all Satoru can do is chuckle lightly into the crook of your neck.
“why am I crushing you again?” He murmurs into your soft skin.
“becauseeee you’re like my personal heating pad for my period cramps,” you mumble out. As your eyes droop shut. Satoru sighs smiling, shaking his head lightly.
“weirdo..” he mumbles before drifting off back to sleep. with his body quite literally covering yours completely, your period cramps dissolving as his warmth and the pressure of his body soothing the pain entirely.
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my dashboard simulator
mutual 1: I am going to kill all of you
mutual 2: *70 consecutive reblogs of a fandom you've never heard of until today. every time you refresh there's 30 more.*
mutual 3: *image of a guy in a dog collar* why did he do this
mutual 4: *reblogs of beautiful picnic scenes*
mutual 5: everyone get fatter now
mutual 4: just thought about dunking them in blood again 🤍
mutual 3: *image of the same guy but blurry and far away* is this allowed
mutual 6: I love music 🎵🎶🎵🎺🎹✨💖🌈
mutual 7 that we are all beginning to suspect is actually a dog: do you guys ever think about chewing on bones haha
mutual 6: anyone ever heard of this shit called music? *image of stickman covered in blood*
mutual 5: make him a woman NOW!!!
mutual 8: if you ask me about my ocs I will kiss you on the mouth
mutual 9: hey what happened to mutual 10
mutual 10: day 173 of being lost in the mountains. I have begun to recreate my family's faces out of the river clay. at night I recite my favorite songs so that they may never leave my memory. I am beginning to forget birthdays. I haven't tasted a grain of sugar in months.
mutual 7: that mailman will pay.
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ug short makeout with jimmy thing idont know i have to be up early tomorrow but i HAD to spend an hour writing this or else 👍👍👍
cw short mention of past heroin use, reader has a tit but really you can choose what that means to you either way
Jimmy feels like a teenager again. Well, not like he ever found himself in this kind of situation as a teenager - he was too scrawny back then, poor and undernourished in his thrift shop clothes, and his burgeoning mental illness universally marked him as the schoolyard pariah, hadn’t yet matured into the desirable, hypnotic flame that all the most damaged moths were dying to burn themselves up in - but it feels just like how he remembers imagining it in those years before he smothered such tender hopes.
It was soft and spontaneous, the way you had come together in the night. This, too, was new to him; going to sleep with someone in the bed next to him, not precluded by sex, you just crawled under the covers next to him and turned out the light. Yet still, as if you couldn’t resist, drawn together by magnetism, you turned over and brushed your fingertips over the skin of his arm, and he obliged to draw into your embrace. It was desperately intimate but he could feel from the beginning that it wasn’t charged with that brimming tension. Yeah, you wanted to cuddle him, to hold him, to caress him just for the sake of it -
That’s how he finds himself in this moment, an eternity he’s lived in the spam of fifteen minutes with his mouth on yours. This is making out, like first time lovers in the dark, had he ever loved anyone like this before anyways? “This is great. This is so great,” he thinks when words find their way out of the fog. The sound of your mouths smacking wet as lips roll over each other, as he sucks the supple flesh of your bottom lip, your nails in his hair sending a scintillating frisson down his spine. His hand found its way to your tit a while ago, but he’s really just squeezing it slow and gentle to feel the pleasing give of your flesh. Your leg locks around his as he rolls to press his weight into you. It’s like a challenge, how close can you put your bodies together without fucking? Though it’s almost orgasmic as it is, hazy and heady, heart-fucking like he’s losing his virginity for the first time all over again
Yes, it’s real, its love leaching into him through the points where your skin meets his and thrumming live in his veins, in between every synapse in his brain. You were the best drug he’d had since the last time heroin’s velvet smooth liquid love and peace graced his bloodstream. And kissing you wouldn’t make him lose his money and his job and all his weight and his freedom, too. He could get used to this. Yes, he could get really, really used to this indeed.
