#I started cry laughing at the final right i did not expect hi to move tat fast. THE WAY HE MOVES SCRAMBLES MY POOR BRAIN

[flaskuwu]

Now that I've beaten Twilight Princess for the first time....OOOH I'M GONNA BE annoying and post Ganondorf art when I get the time,,,,

[workingwhileidream]

Okay Burrow's End had me thinking some thoughts... So here are my favorite Dimension 20 moments that rotate like a rotisserie chicken in my brain (in no particular order other than the order I thought if them).

- Riz goes into the butthole of the Corn Ooze Monster (Fantasy High). The first absolutely insane shenanigans move anyone makes on D20, setting the tone the show will have forever.

- Raphaniel kills Queen Pamelia (Ravening War). I think I saw Brennan's soul leave his body briefly when he got that How Do You Want To Do This from Matt. Time was an absolute flat circle that day.

- Hank convinces Brennan to let him role savvy instead of sneak (Mentopolis). Hank is one of the most famous content creators, having him on the show was phenomenal to begin with. Then right out of the gate, he pulls this move in his first episode. And it just works. Hilarious, instantly iconic.

- Jet Dies (A Crown of Candy). When Lapin dies, it is shocking but I wasn't attached to him as a character. Lapin was a bit antagonistic and his death happens early in the season. On the other hand, Jet is instantly likeable. Emily and Siobhan are amazing as siblings, their performances this campaign are some of my favorites. I have siblings and I am very close to them, so this hit me like a ton of bricks.

- The entire epilogue of Burrow's End. "Are you pitching and Air Bud ending?" is one of the instant hall of fame quotes from this show. I started crying I was laughing so hard.

- Ylfa's bottleneck and the TPK (Neverafter). There are so many close calls for total party kills in Dimension 20 history, but this is where it finally happens and it's only 3 episodes in. I was on edge, expecting another TPK at any turn, for the rest of the campaign.

- 3 nat one initiative rolls for the battle that literally opens the season (A Starstruck Odyssey). The beginning of a new season is always full of excitement. This season was extra special, having everyone back in the dome after the pandemic and the season being based off Brennan's Mom's comics. The zoom energy is still in the air and I still think about this season opener a lot.

- Mother Timothy Goose breaks Snow White's concentration with a cantrip (Neverafter). Only Ally Beardsley could and we all damn well know it. Still didn't stop me from being so far in disbelief that all I could do is laugh.

- Hob's "You will never know another lonely day" speech to Rue (A Court of Fey and Flowers). I will still cry about this if I think about it for too long. Rue and Hob's romance is the heart of this season to me. I won't be over it ever.

- Gertrude convinces Nyruth to give the Questing Queens very powerful boons after the Queens tried to rob them only a few hours earlier (Dungeons and Drag Queens). The fact that this season exists drives a level of serotonin into my brain that is unimaginable. This is the definition of a big swing and when Bob rolls well, Brennan has no other choice than to honor it. This is one of the moments I have made a meme of. I cannot wait for season 2.

- Wuuvy shows up to the duel and she did not come to play (A Court of Fey and Flowers). Aabria has talked about how Wuuvy is one of her favorite NPCs and I feel the same. Wuuvy and Rue's relationship has such a great arc and this moment is so pivotal.

- Fabian's no good very bad day (Fantasy High Sophomore Year). An iconic moment in D20 history that was truly wild to watch live. For everything to go so fantastically bad for Fabian and Lou was unprecedented. There is a reason why people still talk about this moment to this day.

- Amathar survives being pushed off the castle (A Crown of Candy). Brennan tried to kill Lou so many times in this campaign. I really thought Brennan had gotten him with this one, my stomach sunk. But Lou pulls it out and Amathar lives once again.

- Pib plays "Smoke on the Water" (Neverafter). "I stepped out to play 'Smoke on the Water' " is also a hall of fame quote to me. This list could be all Pib moments if I'm being honest, he's my favorite Zac character. And the fact that Zac doesn't roll well makes this moment funnier to me.

- Buddy Bear gets planted with the All Blossom (Dungeons and Drag Queens). Jujubee and Brennan owe me a therapy session for this one. I sobbed. My cat is my baby and I will be ruined the day she leaves me, so I get it. I really do.

- "Eat your dice, Brennan" (Fantasy High Sophomore Year). A great bit made physically possible by Siobhan. I hope Siobhan gives him gummy dice or something like that so that Brennan can continue to eat his dice for Junior Year.

- Orange Top Hat Fairy (Neverafter). It's a horror season and the cast is doing bits about how hot a mini is the entire finale and the Adventuring Party that followed. I felt the stress and off the walls energy through the screen. The Smooth Criminal pin was the first piece of Dimension 20 merch I bought.

- Viola's epic takedown of Phoebe (Burrow's End). Watching Rashawn absolutely crush it her first time in the dome was amazing. I loved Viola from the jump, her arc was so satisfying and fun to watch. Also the idea of a tiny stoat kicking a gun just the right way to get it to fire is hilarious. No notes other than please have Rashawn come back on every season she possibly can.

- Evan Kelmp warns the Rosemont student not to duel him (Misfits and Magic). Brennan's deadpan warning matched with the reactions of the other players and Aabria really make this scene. An underrated Brennan moment for sure.

- Stacey Fakename turns out to be real (Mentopolis). This was such a good reoccurring bit, so to have Stacey be real at the end of the story was too funny. In a season of bits, tropes, and puns - this one has the most payoff to me and is definitely my favorite.

[azrielstaylorsversion]

Brotherly support

Azriel x reader (x Rhysand sibling)

Y/N needs her big brother and tells him the good news she has just received.

My feet carry me to Rhys's office. I hadn't even been aware of it until I was standing in front of his door.

He was still in there, since the lights are on and I know about the loads of work he has to do.

Azriel was currently on a mission. He would be gone until at least tomorrow morning. But I couldn't wait.

I knock twice, waiting for my brother to let me in.

"Come in." he says.

I carefully open the door, finding him behind his desk with only a tiny bit of paperwork left.

His face immediately lightens up when he sees me, a tired smile on his face.

I smile back, trying to hide the nervousness. "I see you're almost done." I point out, walking over the chair on the other side of his desk, right in front of him.

"Yes. Well, this could've waited until tomorrow, but I would rather have it done right now." he tells me, looking me over.

I try and speak, but he cuts me off. "What's wrong?" he asks gently.

I try to brush it off. Did I even want to tell him? "Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to see you." I try.

He stares at me for a few seconds. "You don't have to worry about him you know?"

"Oh-. No that isn't... No that isn't the problem. I know I'll see him tomorrow." I tell him, looking at my hands.

"So there is a problem?" he says. "What is it? Did something happen? Are you hurt? Is there something with Az?" worry takes over his voice.

My eyes go wide. "No. No, I'm not hurt. And no Azriel has nothing to do with... this." I say. "Well he has something to do with it, but not right now--" I start spitting out my words nervously.

I suddenly stand. "You know what, I should go. I'll see you tomorrow." I turn to walk away, but Rhys is already standing in front of me.

He takes my hands in his. "Just sit down and tell me what's wrong. You're worrying me." he tells me gently. "Please?"

I feel tears welling in my eyes, but I quickly swallow them back. I know Rhys can see I'm getting emotional. He knows me way too well.

I nod. "Okay." I sit down again. Rhys moves behind his desk and sits down as well.

He looks at me, waiting for me to speak, but he doesn't push.

"So, I've been experiencing some.. sickness for the last two weeks. And I tried to hide it, but it's gotten ten times worse over the last few days."

Rhys's comforting face shifts with worry. "You've never been sick. Are you alright?"

I take a deep breath before speaking. "Well, I went to see Madja about two hours ago, just as she was about to close for the day. And-" I say, looking everywhere but my brother's eyes. "well, I got the news I had expected. But since Az is gone I needed to see you. And I don't know what to do or how to tell him. What if he leaves me? I don't want him to do that." I start talking way too fast for my own brain to follow.

Rhys stops me. "What news did you expect?"

I finally look at him. Of course I had forgotten to tell him that part. "I'm pregnant Rhys."

I had never seen Rhys like this. I couldn't tell if he was angry or happy or sad.

"And you're happy with it?" he asks.

I nod carefully.

He stands and walks over to me, pulling me up into a big warm hug. "Then I am happy too." he says, hugger me tightly.

He releases me from the hug, "Why are you crying?" I hadn't even noticed I was crying.

I laugh, wiping the tears away. "Too many emotions."

He holds my hand. "Az doesn't know?"

I shake my head.

"Do you want me to ask him to come home right now?" he asks.

I shake my head again. "It's only a few more hours. I'll tell him tomorrow." I smile at my brother.

He puts a hand on my back, leading me out of the room. "Why don't we have a sibling evening."

I chuckle. "But it's already midnight."

"So?"

A rough warm hand caresses my cheek. I groan as light fills my vision.

"Hey." a gentle deep voice says. My favorite voice in the world.

I keep my eyes closed, but my arms open for my mate.

He chuckles and carefully lays down next to me, taking me into his arms instead.

"When did you get back?" I ask him while wrapping my arms around his body.

"A few minutes ago." he tells me. "I went to give a report to Rhys, but he told me to see you first."

My eyes shoot open, remembering yesterday.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, putting his hand on my cheek again. He must've felt my panic.

I look up at him for a few seconds. "Yes. But there is something you need to know."

He looks at me with curiosity. "Well, what is it? You're kind of confusing me."

I sit up. "So you know I've been a bit sick." I say.

"Well that doesn't sound very comforting. But yes, I know."

I snort. "Well, it turns out to be a good kind of sick."

He raises his eyebrows. "Good?" I can see him think, giving him a few more seconds to figure it out himself.

I can see the exact moment he realizes. His face turns into shock and excitement. "Are you..?"

I nod, feeling myself get emotional. "Yes I am."

Azriel laughs and throws his arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I can't believe it."

I hug him back. This was the reaction I had hoped for. Tears fall down my face and a sob leaves my mouth.

Azriel pulls away from me to look at my face. "Hey what's wrong? This is happy news right?"

"Happy tears." I sob again. "I don't know why I'm so emotional."

He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. "We're going to be parents." he says with excitement.

I nod, letting out a laugh and kissing him.

He slowly pulls away from me. "Does Rhys know? Is that why he told me to see you first?" Azriel asks.

I nod again. "I told him last night after I visited Madja. I didn't know what to do."

"And he wasn't like... mad?" Azriel asks me.

"No Az, he isn't going to try and kill you for getting me pregnant. He was really happy actually." I tell him with a laugh. "And even if he wasn't, it wouldn't matter. We are happy. That's all that matters."

Azriel lets out a sigh of relief. "That's good."

"It's finally happening." I whisper. "We'll be parents in a few months."

Azriel smiles. "Yes we will." he pulls me as close as possible, tugging me to lay down in bed.

That's how we stayed for the following hours, wrapped in each others warmth, talking about baby names and the possible gender. Simply perfect.

[xxsabitoxx]

Rolling Over - Dad Megumi

“Alright, let’s try again.” You began to laugh as Megumi set your four month old daughter on her stomach – something she absolutely despised. “Stay strong, Meg.” you teased him softly, laying on your stomach along with your daughter to try and ease her whining. 

“Yeah yeah…” softly, under his breath but just loud enough for you to laugh again. You had been on the floor for the last thirty minutes trying to get your little girl to roll over. She was four months old after all, it was time to start hitting those huge milestones.

She had gotten close a few times but Megumi couldn’t stand to let her whimpers turn to cries and would pick her up right before she teetered over and successfully completed the task. 

“C’mon baby girl, roll over.” You encouraged softly, watching her little face contort in dislike as she realized she was yet again belly down on the floor. “Turn over so you can see your daddy.” you added as her wide eyes shifted from the floor to your face. “C’mon little girl.”

At the sound of Megumi’s voice, her head raised a little higher, becoming more alert. You laughed softly “Gotta love the lack of object permanence.” If Megumi was out of her sight, she was convinced he was fully gone. But, hearing his voice, she was beginning to rock back and forth in effort to look for the source. “There you go, you're getting there!” 

You smiled widely as her little face contorted with the effort to figure out how to get to her back. “I’m right behind you, roll over for daddy, hmm?” Megumi cooed softly, hands resting by her sides just in case she figured out how to turn but turned too fast. 

After another moment of struggling, you notice her face morph into the one she makes right before she starts crying. “Careful, Meg. She’s about to start.” You hated her crying just as much as Megumi did, swearing you’d never heard such a sad little cry in your life. But you both needed to remain strong or she’d never hit this crucial milestone in her development. 

“Wonderful.” Megumi grimaced as her first little whimper reached his ears. The sound managed to break his heart every time, he didn’t even think that was possible. “Come on baby girl, you just gotta roll over and daddy will be right there.” You tapped your fingers on the floor right by her face, drawing her attention for a moment to distract from the crying. 

Again, she began to teeter in one direction, trying to gain momentum to roll herself onto her back. “I’m right here, my little love.” You smiled at Megumi’s nickname for your daughter, it was so soft and genuine everytime it slipped past his lips. 

You both expected her to start crying again, but, as if by some miracle, she got herself halfway towards a roll before falling back into her original stance. “OH!” You squealed softly, careful not to startle her and destroy any progress. “Keep talking to her, Meg!” He blinked a few times to recollect his thoughts, pride already swelling in his chest at her near-accomplishment. 

“You almost got it…” he encouraged softly, moving to bend down. You watched with a grin as Megumi moved to lay beside her, watching her little head wobble before turning to meet his gaze. At the sight of her daddy, a gummy little grin appeared on her face followed by a breathless little giggle. “Hi my love.” He smiled sweetly at her, making your heart ache at the cuteness.

“Can you roll over for mommy and I?” he questioned her, pouting to mimic her own as she seemed to seriously contemplate his question. “Come on, one roll and we can be all done.” he tried to bribe her, glancing at you with a smile. “Mmhmm, daddy’s right, baby. One roll is all we want.” You had to admit, it was already impressive that she had gone this long without crying. 

It seems you and Megumi’s distraction attempts were really working. 

Your little daughter rocked herself again, teetering in Megumi’s direction once, twice, and then finally she was on her back. You and Megumi froze, the room so silent you swore you’d hear a pin drop. After a second your eyes locked, laughter bubbling in your chest as you reached forward and scooped her up. “There you go! Mommy’s so proud of you!” 

You squealed, showering her face in kisses as your eyes watered. Even the smallest things have you tearing up nowadays. It seemed Megumi had also gotten caught by the sniffle-bug, wiping his eyes quickly as he pushed himself into a sitting position. With your daughter in your arms, you scooted over to Megumi so he could congratulate her too. 

“You’re my smart little girl, hmm? You rolled over for the first time ever.” He smiled at her, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. Your back pressed to his front, melting into his embrace as you held your daughter in front of you. She clearly didn’t understand the significance of her achievement, but seeing her mommy and daddy had a smile on her face yet again. 

“Stop growing up so fast.” Megumi whispered, voice a little hoarse from getting choked up. You had to admit, even though she was only four months old, you had to agree. “It feels like just yesterday we realized we were having you, and now you’re rolling over.” Again, she didn’t understand the significance, but hearing her parents voices had her cooing in response. 

“She’ll be off to college before we know it.” Megumi sighed, head resting on your shoulder as he nearly made himself sick over the thought. “You’re starting to sound like Gojo, quit getting ahead of yourself.” You chided, laughter in your tone as Megumi audibly groaned from the comparison. 

“I guess I should text them, your Auntie Nobara, Uncle Yuji, and your honorary grandpa will be thrilled.” Gojo had been adamant on being anything but grandpa, which made grandpa stick even further. Even Yuta, Maki, and Panda were referring to him as grandpa Gojo.

“Oh shit, we should have recorded it.” you sounded a bit defeated at the realization. “Nah, she’ll roll over plenty of times after this. Her first will be our memory.” You sunk further into his embrace, pulling your daughter close to your chest as she began to doze off. 

“You’re right. Rolling over is tiring work, how about a family nap?” You giggled softly as Megumi melted into you. “Sounds amazing.” 

[kittysarchive]

Dirty, Sunghoon

runner up on poll :)

warnings- smut, fem reader, horny reader, rough Sunghoon, uber driver Sunghoon, car sex, making out, grinding, fingering, more experienced Sunghoon, riding, pet names, big cock Sunghoon, eating reader out

synopsis - horny and no wallet, you had to find a way to payback your uber diver. Fucking him sounded about right.

Straddling your uber drivers lap and making out with him in the backseat was not where you expected to be.

Having been horny and left your wallet at home, this was the only way to pay back your uber driver. With his tinted windows, you had nothing to worry about.

"Fuck" Sunghoon whispers, latching his lips back onto yours. His hands were squeezing your ass as you slowly grinded on him. Bulge growing, he only kissed your rougher.

Panting in between the kisses, one of his hands left your ass. Moving to the back of your head, he pulled you in closer. Softly biting your lip, he demanded access into your mouth. Letting him is, he tasted more of you.

Moving your hips faster onto his bulge, Sunghoon groans into your mouth. Finally pulling apart, he breaths for a moment.

"Is this how your gonna pay me back?" Sunghoon smirks, signalling you to move on. Making out and grinding was clearly not enough for your uber driver.

Hopping off his lap, you quickly pull down your shorts and panties. Throwing your shirt over your head, you leave you white lacey bra on. Sunghoon pulls down his own pants, sliding down his boxers as well. It was hard to not gawk at was he was packing. A solid 8 inches, red tipped, leaking with precum and veins along his shaft.

Hovering over his cock, you gasp as you feel his fingers play with your clit. Rubbing and pinching your clit, his finger soon enters your pussy. Holding onto Sunghoon's broad shoulders, you cry out as he curls his thick finger inside you. Pumping it quickly, you hold back you small whines.

"What the heck...."You cry out, holding back your pleasure so you don't cum early, so you don't embarrass yourself.

"Had to prep you...did you think you were gonna fit?" He laughs at both your innocence and how quickly you became wet over his fingers. You don't answer him which causes another laugh to emerge from Sunghoon.

Quickly moving on, his hands ghost over your hips as you struggle to slide down his cock. Even though he prepped you, he was still too big, still too thick to enter your tight pussy.

Inch by inch, His large cock fills you up to the brim. Waiting a moment, feeling how he fills you up, how you see a bulge in your stomach makes you wetter.

Finally moving your hips, you begin to ride him. Hips moving up and down, you quickly create a rhythm. Softly biting your lips, you struggle to compress your moans.

"I wanna hear you doll" You blush at the pet name. Feeling less and less like a payment, your move your hips faster and harder, you let go of your lip, releasing your small moans. Changing rhythm, you start to bounce up and down.

Moans becoming louder as your own pleasure grows along with Sunghoons. Gripping onto his shoulders, you bring your body closer to his. The closeness enables you to hear Sunghoons own groans.

As quickly as you pleasure built, you become tired. Hips moving slower, barely enough to give Sunghoon pleasure.

"You tired baby?" Sunghoon smirks, admiring how your hips slowly grind along his cock. You nod you head to his question, within only matter of seconds, Sunghoon takes you off his lap. Pushing you into the soft leather seats, you feel Sunghoon enter your pussy.

"Want me to fill you up?" Sunghoon whispers into your ear, the closeness makes you squeeze his cock. Smirking at his effect on you, he continues.

"Want me to fuck you pussy rough like you deserve it?" Nodding your head, only mewls come out of you. Wanting to be fucked hard, you once again squeeze his cock. Groaning out how tight you still were, Sunghoon pulls a few inches out before slamming into you.

"Fuck!" You cry out as you pushed further into the car seats. Gripping your waist hard, he was sure to leave marks. Pulling out and thrusting harshly, he lets out a small moan that he had been holding back.

"So tight" He comments, fucking you slowly and deep. Gaining the energy to fuck you hard, he started off slow. Cock begging to throb more and more, begging to release, he had to hold it in. Not knowing Sunghoon was holding his pleasure, trying not to cum, you beg him to fuck you harder.

"Please...s-stop teasing and just fuck me" Not needing to be told twice, he roughly thrusts into your pussy. You body rocks with every hard thrust of his. No longer slow and deep, his thrusts were fast and deep. Every thrust, his head prodded you g-spot.

"yes yes yes" You cry out, waves of pleasure wash over your body. Squeezing his cock, you hear Sunghoon curse out behind you. Quickly pulling out of your heat, He releases his thick, warm cum over your ass. Small whines leave you as your pussy squeezes nothing.

Breathing heavily behind you, Sunghoon regains his energy.

"So fucking tight" He comments as you slowly turn around, no longer pushed against the car seats, you sit against them. Glancing next to you, Sunghoon's cock is now soft, however he still isn't satisfied.

"Lie down" Sunghoon speaks up. Obeying him without, you lay down, across the seats.

"Rais your legs" He bluntly says, knowing where this is going, you don't stall.

"Good girl" Sunghoon quietly praises. Squeezing himself between your legs, he doesn't waste anytime remembering he is still working.

Latching his lips onto your clit, he licks a swipe across your pussy. Tasting your juices, he has to make you cum now. Sticking his tounge deeper into your pussy, he tastes more of you. Groaning into your pussy, the vibrations cause you to buck you hips up.

"Oh fuck" You grab Sunghoon's hair, pushing him deeper into your cunt. His fingers rub your clit, causing another jolt of your body. No longer holding back your moans, you cry out at every swipe of his tongue, at every curl of his finger.

Still holding his head tight in-between your legs, you feel his fingers enter your pussy. Tongue out and finger in, you hips buck up again. Curling his finger in your pussy, you clench down hard. Panting as he eats you out like a starved, you quickly warn him.

"Gona cum...gonna cum" You chant out, staring up at the ceiling as the familiar wave of pleasure washes over your body. Nodding his head, his lips latch around your pussy again. Sucking hard on your clit, he was ready to catch you juices.

Releasing into his mouth, you whine out feeling Sunghoon slurp your essence up. Body jolting with ever drip of your own cum, Sunghoon eagerly swallows it all up. Waiting a few seconds, he continues to slurp you dry. Letting go of his hair, Sunghoon pulls out, lips and chin glittering with your juices.

"You taste so fucking good" Sunghoon sits up against he backseat, next to you. Both of you recovering from the previous event.

"You know my uber ID....ask for me again" Sunghoon pipes up, knowing he was going to get another taste of you soon.

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[justporo]

Who's the goose... (2)

...that's on the loose? GOOSETARION! The adventures of Astarion being turned into a goose continue. Will he behave or annoy someone so much that his delicate goose neck will be in danger?

PART 1 | MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: So, here we are... with the second part to this unhinged little idea - I had a lot of fun writing this, although if I gotta write someone honking one more time... Well, I'd do it... This beautiful BEAUTIFUL artwork is once provided by the wonderful, beautiful and incredibly talented @azaani-art (you bless us, love! Thank you for allowing me to use this!). And also @the-littlest-raindrop - if you wanna read you'll know why I tagged you! Please all enjoy! I'm excited to hear what you all think!

Pairing: Goosetarion(Astarion)/GN!Tav (You)

Rating: Still stupid

Warnings: ankles in danger (you guys didn't think I'd be serious about this, right?)

Wordcount: 5k

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The next morning the whole group sat around the giant wooden table in the main room of the inn. You were pretty sure you looked like you had slept in the gutter last night.

Beside you sat the goose, craning its neck at everyone at the table but for once pleasantly un-hoking. Even Goosetarion must have realised that honking the house down at this time of day would have probably gotten him his neck wrung faster than he could have jumped off the bench and waddled away. Or maybe it was lingering humiliation from when he had tried several times to jump up on the bench, fluttering his wings as if desperately trying to take flight. It had taken several more tries – and serious hissing from his side to bar you from just lifting him up onto the bench. And even when the goose had managed to get a high enough jump, it had face-planted onto the table nearly knocking itself out because it hadn’t anticipated the physics of the unfamiliarly long neck.

The others had to make a serious effort to not burst out laughing, but the violent threat in Goosetarion’s red eyes had shut them up quickly. Nobody really wanted to feel the goose’s wrath – or teeth for that matter.

Now you softly and absent-mindedly petted the animal with strokes from its head down to its back. Trying to make up for his hurting ego. The rump was very busy wiggling again.

You hadn’t slept awfully much last night as could have been expected. Of course, you had taken Goosetarion to your shared room. The staff at the inn had at first protested. But the fact that the others had quickly jumped in to declare the animal your “emotional support goose” and the fact that you really almost had started crying right then and there had been convincing enough to allow the goose in your room. Although you were of course given some serious side-eyes. But you couldn’t care less about people’s opinions at the moment.

You had sat down Astarion in your room, removed your armour and had sat down on the bed, sinking down against the headboard, face buried in your hands. Your feelings had still been very much on the verge of overflowing leaving you in a state of emptiness and tension all at the same time.

Only when you had heard some rumbling and strained croaks did you realise that you kind of had forgotten Goosetarion. But when you had opened your eyes, you already saw how the goose was hopping up on the bedframe and dragging itself up on the mattress with its wings, making what would have possibly been laborious groans normally. It wasn’t exactly graceful, but you were impressed, nonetheless.

Astarion wandered over to where you sat with drawn up legs and then jumped onto your lap without hesitation. Some struggle followed in which the two of you tried to get comfortable on the bed. Which resulted in you getting whacked in the face by Goosetarion’s splayed wings several times and him face-planting onto your chest about an equal amount of times while trying to move around, losing balance.

Finally, when you had all settled down, Goosetarion had been all cosied up on your lap and made a small honk while looking at you.

You had started stroking him again.

“I’m so sorry this happened, Astarion, but to be honest, you really had it coming.”

“Honk!?”

“Because you don’t just go around trying to steal from anyone who looks at you funny!”

“Honk!”

“Let’s just… hope this will all be over soon. I promise I’ll protect you and take care of you – no matter what.” You had embraced the goose, burying your face in its feathers for a moment and deeply wished that soon it would be your vampire again.

Goosetarion had carefully placed his small head on your shoulder and given a very soft little honk. The weight on your shoulder had been so light it had barely been noticeable at all.

And that is how you had slipped into your dreams sometime: Sitting up against the headboard, goose on your lap. Your head had fallen back in an awkward angle that probably hadn’t been healthy for your neck. And the goose had been mirroring you with its long neck and head fallen back on your shoulder. Surely a sleeping position no real goose had ever occupied.

But now you sat at the inn table having breakfast and talked with the others about what your plans for the day were. It was to be more walking and talking to people.

You were rather relieved because that meant that you wouldn’t have to think too much about how to take care of the goose. You’d just have him tag along and try your best to stop him from biting anyone’s ankles or getting his neck twisted.

The group set off once everyone had finished eating. You swung your legs over and got up. Astarion eagerly jumped down from the bench and honked at you demandingly, immediately earning a hush from Gale and a tchk from Lae’zel. The goose wasn’t bothered by it, just kept looking at you, now spreading its wings a little. He honked again. It was obvious he wanted to be carried and was very demanding about it.

“Is that your definition of asking nicely to be lifted up? Because if yes, you need to work on your attitude”, you scolded him while deep down you were surprised how the vampire so blatantly dared to hold on to his desire to be petty and sassy.

Another honk – challenging now. The goose glowered at you, for lack of a better description, and you glowered back.

Then you just walked off, following the others which had already left the inn. And you were swift. Leaving no choice to the goose but having to waddle behind you as fast as his rubbery feet would go or risk being left behind.

You gave in pretty quickly afterwards. And if only because Lae’zel was almost already losing her mind about how slow you were going to be with the goose walking beside you.

Goosetarion willingly and humbly let himself be lifted and carried around then without another complaint. Actually, you got the feeling he was getting a bit too used to that already.

“Enjoying the luxury of being carried around by your loved one, Astarion?”, Halsin asked the goose a while after you had left the inn and walked around the city. Goosetarion had stretched out his head and looked at his surroundings curiously and cautiously from his privileged position.

At the question the goose’s head – which was comically staying in place despite the walking movements – had swung around and the question had been answered with a short honk that you could only describe as sassy. Then Goosetarion had angled his head in a way that was way too much Astarion in nature than should have been possible. The druid laughed while you saw that Gale shook his head disapprovingly.

You squeezed the goose just a little: “Well, don’t get used to it, Astarion, this is a once in a lifetime occurrence.”

In reply you got a honk that sounded like a pout.

The first half of the day then was spent just like yesterday: tiresomely walking around, trying to strike up conversations with strangers to get some information without being too suspicious. Which was kind of a challenge when you were carrying around a goose that had to comment on almost everything despite no one fully knowing what it wanted to say.

Around noon you decided to take a break. You picked out what seemed to be a market place in full swing and settled down around the fountain in the middle. Each and every one of you had grabbed something from the market stalls to eat – pies, fruit, Karlach had even gone for a portion of spit roast.

At one of the stalls a huge-bellied man in a very grimy apron had way to keenly asked for how much you would sell the goose. Goosetarion’s head had yanked straight upwards, and he had immediately started to scream bloody murder (in goose) while you had turned him away in your arms – away from this shady looking merchant. Panic immediately had shot through you and your eyes had widened as you yanked the goose away and as far out of reach as possible.

“The goose is not for sale”, you had screamed hysterically in response.

“Unfortunate, how much good does it do if you’re only carrying it around? You all a bunch of leaf-eaters or what? This could be a nice dinner for my whole family!”, the man had yapped, obviously angry by your unwillingness to negotiate. You’d had your doubts about the family claim. Especially since you had seen the very suspicious looking dishes he seemingly had had to offer at his stall. They had all looked rank and the longer you’d stood there you’d also smelled their foulness. You hadn’t even dared to think about how old these must be.

“Istik, the bird is not for sale!”, Lae’zel had entered the conversation and drawn a dagger, taking a threatening step towards the huge man.

The other companions each all had taken up readied stances too – hands not too casually wandering to their weapons and stepping in front of you and Goosetarion in protection.

And thankfully, it had been left at that. The man lifting up his hands in defence as he had mumbled something incoherent and turned around again. Astarion had honked once more in victory (as if he had contributed to anything) and waved his head that would have normally swept his white curls back. As a goose it had just looked a bit delusional.

Now you sat on the cobblestone ground with Goosetarion on your lap. You had already gotten into a routine it seemed, it was awkwardly comforting. But somewhen when you were still nibbling on some apples and cheese, the goose wiggled off your lap. It seemed he was bored by just sitting around. Or maybe it was also that all of the group happily munching away had made him think of his own hunger that he was currently unable to satisfy.

He eyed the rim of the fountain suspiciously while everyone was busy chatting and eating. Only out of the corner of your eye did you see how he spread out his wings, his neck stretched out and started swinging – almost like a cat preparing to make a big leap somewhere.

Was he… was he trying to fly?

The goose made a leap, desperately flapped its wings and just for a tiny moment actually seemed to gain some air. But the moment passed as soon as it began and Goosetarion full on crashed into Lae’zel who had just gotten back from also buying a portion of spitroast. The githyanki had only just sat down when the goose fell onto her, almost causing her to drop her food.

Lae’zel immediately had her dagger out that - not so long ago- had been used to protect the same goose it was threatening now. The githyanki cussed out the animal that darted back to the safety of your lap much faster than you could have imagined. With desperate honking the goose jumped on your lap and tried to even climb up onto your shoulders. Lae’zel was still cursing and stepping closer, dagger in hand.

“Astarion! Lae’zel!”, you both called them out.

Goosetarion gave self-righteous honk while the fighter reluctantly sheathed her dagger again and went back to her lunch.

“And you are getting off my godsdamned shoulders, you silly goose, you’re too heavy!”, you added with some anger as Goosetarion was just about to figure out an even more privileged position. You shoved him off, causing him to croak in disappointment. And you made a point to ignore the annoying goose for some time after that, joining the conversation of the others – parenting measures.

So, Goosetarion got bored again with simply sitting around, waiting for you lot to get going again. He started to waddle around you and the other companions – as if he was deep in thought and tried to sort them out by wandering back and forth.

At one point a small child came by and interrupted him by pointing at him, loudly screaming “DUCKY” and then toddled away again. Goosetarion looked taken aback, honked in confusion and annoyance and then went back to his wandering.

Jaheira and you were discussing an action plan as to where to go next since you had the most knowledge of the city. Actually, Astarion would probably have had valuable input. But getting that input across was a bit difficult at the moment. He tried nonetheless.

The goose loudly honked when Jaheira proposed something and shook his head in a comical way then started to flail around his wings. The flailing and honking really did nothing though to get his point across. When Goosetarion noticed that you were all just staring at him in confusion he even looked like he was attempting to perform a face-palm. Then he gave up with another defeated honk.

The small child from before chose this particular moment when everyone was still staring at the goose to return. It was carrying quite a large piece of bread and from a few feet away hurled it at Goosetarion whose back was towards the child. “FOR DUCKY!”, it screamed while putting all its power into the throw.

Apparently at this young age the child was not yet very proficient with improvised throwing weapons because the throw went absolutely awry. Or rather, the child was in fact a prodigy because the piece of bread hit the goose squarely in the back of its head, making it squeak and lose balance.

The kid just laughed giddily and clapped its hands, hopping up and down. Obviously, it was expecting the “duck” to happily devour the generous offering of food now.

Goosetarion regained his balance quickly and turned around. He was dangerously silent.

You immediately felt the tension radiating from the small body, so you carefully got up. To be ready for whatever.

The goose stared down the child who was still jumping around cheerfully. But the longer “DUCKY” just stared at it, not moving, just with a lot of fury in its tiny red eyes, it realised that something was wrong. The kid calmed down until it looked downright frightened. You saw the child’s bottom lip starting to wobble, ready to start crying at any moment.

And then Goosetarion stormed towards the child, big wings spread wide, neck stretched out as far as possible and screaming as loud as his lungs allowed.

The kid started screaming as well and desperately tried to run away, almost stumbling over its own feet in the attempt to not get assaulted by the vicious goose.

You rushed after the murderous animal, trying to get to it before it could brutalise the child’s ankles. And thankfully Astarion was still not very adept to running around as a goose and you could easily catch up to him and grab him.

He desperately flapped his wings trying to free himself from your arms while still honking like mad. Your ears almost immediately started ringing. Incredible how much anger could fit into such a tiny body.

The child was already long gone and probably traumatised for life by this oversized duck trying to hunt it down. But Goosetarion was still livid even when you picked him up while holding him as far away from you as possible to avoid getting whacked by him again.

“Astarion, will you calm the fuck down?”, you yelled in between angry honking. You yourself were getting more than just annoyed by his behaviour – first he got himself into this pickle and now he caused even more chaos instead of sitting it out. There definitely was something to be said about the chaotic nature of geese and the vampire rogue fitting very well together.

The rest of the group had been watching the scene. Gale had his face buried in his hands. Most of the rest was at least silently snickering while Karlach was just very openly losing it again.

You sat the angry goose down on the stone rim of the fountain in an attempt to force him to calm down. “Time out, Astarion, godsdammit! Either you behave or I might be thinking about selling your poultry ass off, yet!”, you gave him the ultimatum and pointed a finger at him angrily.

He tried to snap at it. You could barely believe the audacity.

“For someone with so much neck to wrangle at the moment you should really be careful about who you piss off, Astarion”, Wyll said who was casually leaning against the fountain.

The goose stared at him. But Wyll just shrugged.

“Are we going to be nice now?”, you asked Goosetarion. The gaze of the red button eyes wandered back to you. The goose gave one more, curt honk, then settled down in a manner that made you think it would have crossed its wings over its chest in annoyed defeat had it been able to do so.

You stared at him angrily for a moment longer then went back to eating your scrawny lunch and talking with the others. You kept talking about different possible ideas on how to go forward. The goose meanwhile was brooding while sitting on the rim of the round fountain.

After a while, it seemed Goosetarion had enough of being well behaved and only listening while not being able to throw in his snide comments. He hopped off the fountain wall, specifically choosing Gale’s lap as a landing pad and making the wizard wince while the goose jumped off him and sauntered away.

He wandered around a little and honked dismissively when you told him to not to go too far. But for the moment you were already so fed up with him you really couldn’t care less.

The group finished up their lunch and decided on their plan. Then you all packed up your things and were ready to leave. And only then did you notice that the goose was nowhere to be found.

“Astarion?”, you asked and looked around. Some of the others had already started walking again.

“Was he not just wandering off towards some of the market stalls?”, Halsin asked. You simply nodded as you started looking around with rising panic.

“Yes, but I… I mean he wouldn’t have just left, right?”, you said as you ran from side to side and hoped to spot a feisty goose somewhere. You screamed his name again in hopes to get a honk in response. But nothing.

“You don’t think he would have wandered off just to spite us, right?”, you asked Halsin again. The druid in the meantime had shouted to the others to stop and come back.

“As much as I think that he likes to get on people’s nerves deliberately… I don’t think he would walk off and jeopardize his own safety – so no”, Shadowheart replied as she came back and caught on to what was happening.

“Well, then where could the little rascal have gone?”, Karlach asked in response.

A thought raced through your mind when she said that, and it hit you as you looked at Karlach.

“The suspicious merchant!”, you exclaimed and panic reached new heights within you.

“Let me just”, Gale started when he connected the dots and immediately started murmuring an incantation. Meanwhile the group had reassembled at the fountain and quickly was informed about what was happening. You stared at the wizard as he had gone silent and impatiently awaited the result of whatever it was he was doing.

The wizard’s eyes had lit up and he was focusing. Then his eyes flashed back to normal, his eyes found yours, worry flashing in them: “I feel him, he’s moving – quickly. And I’m pretty sure that is not goose speed.”

Your eyes widened when Gale confirmed your suspicion. You looked around at the others who mirrored your expression and without out a word you all readied to take on the pursuit.

“This way”, the wizard exclaimed with an outstretched arm, and you all started running.

You ran through the market and then through the streets of Baldur’s Gate, following whatever direction Gale gave you who was quickly out of breath but did his best to carry on.

You were already almost back at Wyrm’s Crossing – the houses a lot smaller and simpler here than the townhouses in the core city. And surely after a few minutes you could make out desperate honking somewhere in front of you. You closed in on the goose-napper!

When it seemed, you were only a corner away you already reached for your dagger – ready to do whatever it might take - but Wyll grabbed your hand. “Let’s be clever about this, let’s not risk that delicate goose neck being broken”, he said to you with a sympathetic glance. Reluctantly, you put back your dagger, at least for the time being.

You peeked around the corner and sure as all Nine Hells you saw the full-bellied man from earlier with a wiggling, struggling and screaming goose under his arms turn another corner. From there on out you followed the villain with some distance to avoid him noticing your little rescue party.

You followed him up to a little free-standing wooden house. It was old and shabby and made you further suspicious of him. What kind of shady business could someone possibly be up to in there?

You saw how he was putting some stuff down in front of the porch of the house, then went inside with the screaming animal still under his arm.

Again, you were ready to just go and immediately tear this house down. You were almost blind with your fear and worry for Astarion and with white-hot rage. But again, Wyll grabbed your arm and made a motion that conveyed that you should walk around the house.

Very impatiently you nodded, and you all snuck around the house which was barely a step up from a shack. From the inside you could actually hear the excessive honking of the goose now. Your heart almost broke and your body was tense with rash panic.

On the rear side of the house was a scruff garden fenced in by a rundown fence and a small wooden stump. It was almost an insult to even call it a garden; it was more of an abandoned plot.

It looked like the stump there was used for chopping wood. An axe was planted in the ground beside it. But there were also dark stains on it that could only make you horridly guess what else might be chopped there.

Wyll – taking over the role as tactician right then and there – made you wait while you were almost ready to scale a wall. At least by the excessive continued honking you still knew that Goosetarion was alive.

Wyll’s patience and insistence paid off because after mere minutes, the man came out of the house again, carrying the goose, some stuff in a basket hanging from his arm and of course – a ginormous cleaver.

Your heart dropped and the goose too now looked just very scared and helpless with how it hung from the goose-napper’s arm. Head hanging low, seemingly having given up all hope of being saved. You drew an arrow and readied at on your bow as Wyll waved the others to get in position.

The man slammed the cleaver into the wooden block and then with both hands placed down the goose on its back. The animal was barely even struggling anymore, just fearfully squeaking and noticing that almost broke your heart completely in these frightful moments.

The villain then ripped out the cleaver from the wooden stump and lifted it up high. You could see the sunlight glint on the shabby silver.

Wyll was still motioning everyone to hold but your strings snapped.

“GET AWAY FROM THE GOOSE!”, you screamed at full lung capacity while loosening the arrow from your bow string simultaneously.

The man hesitated and had only started to turn to you as the arrow struck him squarely in the shoulder holding the cleaver.

He immediately dropped the lifted knife with a guttural scream, letting it fall. It land on the wooden stump again – missing the goose’s head by mere inches. You only saw how the goose’s head dropped back with a small relieved honk, almost as if it had fainted shortly because of the shock.

Then absolute chaos broke out.

You all rushed towards the man who was screaming in pain and was already pulling at the arrow in his shoulder. Your eyes were solely on the goose but then Halsin, Karlach and most of the others overtook you and you lost sight of the animal as your friends stormed onto the man.

Coincidentally, some other shady looking folk came out of the back of the house, alarmed by the commotion. Your suspicions and gut feeling were confirmed then. You didn’t need to know anymore at this point, you had no mercy in your bones for them in this moment.

The thugs engaged your group in combat. In the meantime, you were desperately trying to spot the goose while your friends easily managed to keep the enemies in check.

Finally, you spotted Goosetarion! He had jumped off the wooden stump and seemingly had gotten into the basket the man had been carrying. And obviously the basket had contained some more knives because the goose was now firmly holding one in his beak. Astarion certainly had gotten out of his stupor and was now flailing his wings and threatened everyone with the blade he was carrying – everyone’s ankles were definitely in grave danger. Almost no difference from the usual rogue.

Your group easily fought off the thugs as you sneaked through the chaos of the battle towards the goose to grab and secure it. When the goose saw you, it hopped happily and dropped the knife to honk joyfully at you. You rushed over, kneeled down and wrapped him in your arms as he kept honking and jumping – obviously very relieved that you came to his rescue.

The fight was very quickly turning to your favour. But then as you kept holding onto the poor little animal you heard something else. You couldn’t quite discern it at first, but you heard loud screaming. And as you tried to peek through the legs of everyone around you, you saw some people in armour coming closer.

“City watch”, you whispered to yourself. Goosetarion’s head swung around as well and he gave another honk as he saw what you saw.

“CITY WATCH”, you yelled louder so everyone would hear.

That made almost everyone stall. You quickly got up and wildly gestured at your friends to just get going. So they did – and the fight turned into running from city guards way quicker than you thought it possible.

You didn’t even take one look back at the assailants and the goose-napper. You were just completely happy with running away with your goose soulmate safely in your arms. The adrenaline of the fight and the panic before almost awarding you wings. The only reason you took a look back was to make sure that all of your group were safely with you.

When you had brought what you thought was a safe distance between you and your pursuers, you just sank to the ground with Goosetarion wrapped securely in your arms. You nuzzled your face into his feathers and started crying.

The last day had literally been too much for you. You were in desperate need of a break and some strong alcohol. Someone put their hand on your shoulder as you cried into Astarion’s feathering. You softly slid down against the rough brick wall you were leaning against until you were laying on your back, completely dissolved in your tears. You were still burying your face when even through your closed eyelids you could see a purple flash of light and suddenly the weight laying on top of you was much heavier than before.

You opened your eyes and almost didn’t believe them when you saw Astarion – the real elven Astarion lay on top of you. Reflexively your arms and legs wrapped around the man to hold him as close as possible.

“Oh gods”, was the only thing you managed to mutter as more tears kept coming. The vampire in turn wrapped his arms around you as well. He was panting and coughing – surely a response of straining his voice with all the excessive honking. You rolled around in your forceful hug until you were laying on top of the former goose.

And then you just stayed like this for a long moment while your friends watched out for you and gave you two a moment of just holding each other. Making sure everything was fine and letting the realisation settle in.

You buried your face at Astarion’s shoulder and held him as tightly as your body allowed.

“Hello, my love”, Astarion whispered hoarsely to you as he started to softly caress your shoulders, arms and back.

You sobbed and lifted your head from his shoulder. You saw how he softly smiled at you and that his red eyes were dangerously wet as well as he kept holding onto you.

You didn’t know what to say nor did you trust your mind enough to form coherent sentences yet. You were just unbelievably happy that you had him back with you. So you just stared at the humanoid vampire again and didn’t let go of him.

“Honk?”, Astarion made in an attempt to stop you from crying by cracking a joke. You whacked his arm and pulled him in closer again. Then you whacked his arm again.

“If you’re ever going to honk at me again-“, you started making a threat.

“I’ll happily promise you not to”, Astarion immediately replied, pressed his forehead to yours and cupped your face with one of his hands – graciously reminding you that he was fully back with you again.

And then he pressed his lips to yours, confirming the promise he had just made to you.

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[shuosen]

afab! simon ‘ghost’ x top! amab! reader

cw: tall! reader, unmasked reader, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, hair pulling (r), overstim, slapping

ghost is a big man. he’s tall, extremely fit, has big hands, big pecs, a big ass- everything about him is just big, so you can imagine his surprise when he meets you, a new recruit- younger than him and leaner than him, but much taller.

After he met you, his fantasies didn’t stop. maybe he’s bigger than you, but you weren’t small yourself. He thinks you could easily manhandle him, use him to your liking, make him a whore, just for you. he found himself wanting more and more, until he finally decided that the lonesome stimulation on his pussy wasnt enough, and he wasn’t going to wait anymore.

he called you in, offered a drink, just to loosen you up, to assure you that you were in no kind of trouble. he urged you to sit on the couch, not the chair, and promptly sat beside you, slinging his arm behind you.

of course, he was straightforward. whats he got to be ashamed of, and what has he got to lose?

“say, C/N.. you into men?” he asked, crossing his legs and swirling the drink in his glass. You almost choked, but not out of surprise, out of laughter. you laughed unceremoniously, pushing your hair out of your face, and leaning to look at him.

“are you asking if i’m into men, or if i’m into you?”

“what does it matter?” He asked, setting his glass down next to him.

“If you’re asking if i’m into you,” you started, letting your eyes run down to his thighs, before looking back to his face with a raise of your eyebrows. “well, i might just expect something out of this visit.”

Ghost dropped on the bed, huffing out a desperate breath while pulling you towards him by his hands in your hair, the two of you sharing a sloppy kiss, as you blindly pulled at his belt, pants, and underwear. After getting them to his mid thigh, he pushed them off the rest of the way, pulling his mask further up, the heat of the room seeming to rush down on him as soon as your hands found purchase on his bare skin.

Your eyebrows raised in intrigue as you met with his bare pussy, but you didn’t dwell on it any further, opting to grab his hips, and pull him toward you, taking note on the breathy groan that followed, leaning down so you were face to face with his sloppy folds.

chuckling softly as you spread them apart, you commented on how wet he was, before licking a tentative stripe from his hole to his small cock, savoring the taste of his slick and listening to the soft moan he let out. You admired his glistening folds for a few moments more, almost teasing him as he grew impatient, before diving into his pussy, devouring him first thing.

Ghosts legs twitched and closed around your head, and your cock twitched in your pants. suckling on his cock, you held his hips down tightly as they tried bucking upwards, a loud ‘shit!’ being punched from him as you moved down slowly, eating his hole like a delicious meal.

You’d barely gotten started and his legs had already started quivering, so you took it upon yourself and inserted a finger, licking right above his hole as you did. another one slowly entered next to the first, pumping them in and out slowly, the movements of your tongue being complete opposite.

ghost writhed on the bed, his large hands gathering in your hair, his hips twitching shaking. “comin’! come-!” He cried out, biting onto his pale lips. You retracted your mouth, leaning up and moving your fingers, before thrusting them in and out at a fast pace. each thrust of your fingers punched a whine out of him, his back arching from the bed.

“go ahead,” you whispered, pressing down on his stomach to keep him flat, “cum.” he came with a muffled cry, his legs bending and closing around your arm.

“good boy,, did so good f’me, moanin’ like a whore before i even fucked you.”

his breaths were still heavy and stuttering, but he pulled your hair, making you fall towards him with a groan, catching yourself with your hands on either side of his chest, as he locked his legs around your hips.

“fuck me now, and i’ll moan s’m more.” he almost growled, making you grin while grabbing his wrist roughly, and pulling it out of your hair.

as soon as your cock slipped into his hole, he fell into a dazed state, his red, teeth marked lips falling open as he moaned out, his arms starting to fall off your shoulders. you flinched at the tightness of his hole, your hips stuttering before you bottomed out.

“shit- ghost, s’ fuckin’ tight.” you huffed, adjusting how you were kneeling, waiting for him to come back to himself.

“muh-move, damnit.” he coughed, latching his nails onto your back. you listened well, beginning to slide your cock out of him, watching as your tip caught on his hole, before slamming inside. the moan that escaped him was sinful, and you swear if you could, you’d get the sound tattooed.

“fuckk.” you mumbled with a grin, beginning to slam into him quickly, the sloppy nature of your thrusts being made up for in speed and strength. your hips seemed to fuck into him harsher than he could’ve ever imagined, and he thinks he’ll go brain dead anytime soon at this rate.

your cock brushes against his prostate, and his moans stutter. your thrusts slow down as you angle your hips, before you’re pistoning away directly into his prostate and he cant do anything but scream, his aching pussy twitching around your cock as he cums for the second time. you slap the side of his ass, evoking a loud cry from his throat, before doing it again.

“shit! shi- shit! s’ too much, fuck!” he cries, surprised at himself for being able to make a legible sentence, as his throat feels dry, while producing too much saliva at the same time, and his tongue feel tied. your cock hits his most sensitive spot each time, deeper than he can reach on his own and he swears he might actually go insane, his mind blank and reeling at the same time.

“you can take it- fuck.. you like this, don’t you? being treated like a cock slut.”

ghost whines at your words, his body bouncing with each of your thrusts, and he pushes his hands against the bed, trying to pull himself away from you for just a second- he just needs a break- but you just slam his hips back down on your cock, and he practically sobs.

“i asked you a question.” you huff, slapping his thick thigh.

“i- i like it! oh fuck!” he groans, his knuckles turning white, a contrast to his burning body as he clenches the bed sheets beside your knees, the solid grip on his thighs and hips leaving red marks.

“there we go.” you moan breathily, moving one of your hands to twirl the tip of his cock between your fingers.

“n-no! fuhCK! WAIT!” he moans, his words breaking off into a pornographic whine that sounds too feminine to have come from him. your hips never falter, even as he comes for the third time, his sloppy cunt squirting all on your lower stomach and the sheets. you laugh, slightly shocked as he soaks your abdomen, continuing to play with his dick.

“nuh-noo! cant! u-ughk!” ghost sobs loudly, his hips twitching and bucking, his hands moving to dig into your arm, thick legs shaking against you as he struggles between pulling you closer or pushing you away, wishing you’d at least slow down your unforgiving thrusts into his cunt.

“shh, shh baby, i’ve got you.” you mumble, pulling his head onto your chest, your hips slowing to slow grinds as his noises slow to hiccups and loud whines.

“thats it.. but you’ve still gotta make me cum.” you grin, pecking his lips and returning your thrusts to their previous pace and ghost squeals, his eyes rolling back as another orgasm is ripped from him.

he got what he wanted, but at what cost.

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[erenthology]

a/n: nothing wrong with acne, this is self indulgent. The Eren brain rot has been taking over ever since watching the finale. Not proof read obs

Academic rival Eren who’s always made your life a living hell. while secretly obsessed with you.

Rival!Eren who flirts idly and is the most contusing person. you can never tell if he’s being serious or not.

Rival!Eren who stops you on your way out of school. “move, asshole.” of course, the life sized giant doesn’t. “did you not hear me? I called you an asshole.”

“Have dinner with me” he grins. what is wrong with him? you think. not liking the way your heart is beating 10 times faster

Rival!Eren who smiles watching you run away from him, knowing the tension isn’t one sided, and you do too

Rival!Eren who first laid eyes on you in pre school, crying because some kid had stolen your strawberry shortcake. you were both kids. Eren angrily pushed his cake on your plate, blushing when your tear streaked face thanked him

Rival!Eren who then made sure to make that guy’s life hell for the rest of the school year. You really loved your strawberry shortcake, the memory makes him laugh

Rival!Eren who slowly noticed you’re the only one keeping up with him in class. He still remembers the day you told him you’ll surpass him

Rival!Eren who then became your rival, who told the kids you had germs just so they wouldn’t take you from him and

Rival!Eren who loved you through all of your phases, and found you just as beautiful that summer you came back from break with your face covered in acne, and hair cut in a bob

Rival!Eren who couldn’t keep up with you in 8th grade because your boobs had grown so big over the summer, it was all he could focus on

Rival!Eren who nearly had a stroke when you got your first boyfriend. He even accidentally smashed the guy’s face in when he heard him talking about you in inappropriate ways

Rival!Eren who was right there to take the blame. He was fine with you hating him for the breakup, as long as you still talked to him, even if it was just to cuss him out.

Rival!Eren who was your first kiss. “If you score more than me on this, Eren, I’ll do whatever you want” you once so confidently said. he pretended to suggest the kiss as a punishment, but still reminisces over the way you both blushed and ran separate ways after the innocent pec

Rival!Eren who got accused of having a crush on you by the boys, and got so mad at the way you denied it, he started taking girls out on the dates just to get back at you

Rival!Eren who watched you slip away from him but nevertheless kept his eyes on you over the years. made sure no one was bothering you beside him

Rival!Eren knows, you know. whether you like to admit or not, you’re his. you have been since that day. he’s always been behind you, and you’ll always expect him to be

Rival!Eren who, even in collage, loves to compete with you. thrives over the fact that he has been opponent since you were both kids, and no one else

Rival!Eren who thinks you look so freaking sexy every time you score higher than him and gloat. your ego is through the roof and he loves it

Rival!Eren who also loves it when you crumble before his eyes as he exceeds you in certain subjects

Rival!Eren who goes out of his way to catch your attention. Pulling your hair in class, kicking your feet under the desk, anything, really.

Rival!Eren who touches girls, kisses them in the hallway right when you walk by just to look you in the eye and grin

“You disgust me” you mouth to him.

You’ve definitely heard rumors from girls gossiping in the school bathroom. Especially by ashley, who loves going on about the night they spent together. “Eren fucks like a god, he knows his way around a woman’s body.” bla bla bla

Rival!Eren who catches your eye in the school cafeteria. He always looks at you, but this time you really looked at him. He’s fresh out of the shower. must’ve had practice, you think. you really do love when he wraps his hair in a bun like that

Rival!Eren who stares just as intensely back at you, resisting the urge to come over and do the things he wants to. instead, he takes the opportunity to wink at you, chuckling over the way you get up and throw away your remaining food

Rival!Eren who runs after you to catch up, but is reminded of your stubbornness when you ignore his shouts, instead he wraps his hand around you and pulls your entire body towards him

Rival!Eren who leans forward and whispers, only for you to hear, “if you ever look at me like that again, I’ll come over and fuck the shit out of you in front of the whole cafeteria.”

Rival!Eren who pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear and soaks in the way you’re looking it him, trying his best to force his mind of your silken lips before you visibly snap back to reality and push him away

Rival!Eren who’s eyes gleam mischief when he’s paired up with you for a project. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun” he grins, adoring the face you’re giving him

Rival!Eren who gets mad when you cut yourself on paper. “What the hell are you doing?” he says, carefully inspecting your hand

“Just tell me what to do.” he snaps, taking over

That night you both stayed until late in the library, feeling overwhelmed by all the work. there was nothing weird about Eren’s hand finding yours, and yours finding his, as you both rested your heads on the table

Rival!Eren who blames the gentleman in him when you ask why he insists on driving you back home. “you think that lowly of me?”

Rival!Eren who’s ears spike when a guy in the locker room mentions asking you out. He won’t allow it. suddenly feeling eyes on him, he notices he just smashed his first into the locker

“Uh,” needing to be smart about this, he quickly comes up with an excuse, “nah, she’s too easy, i’d get behind Ashley if I were you, trust me,” he winks. Lies. no one is better than you, but you’re his

Rival!Eren who starts insisting on coming over to your place to get the project done. Wanting to see how you live, what color your sheets are, what you wear at home

Rival!Eren who’s eyes almost fall out of its pockets when he sees your bra lying on top of your gym bag. By no means is he unfamiliar with bra’s or the female anatomy. It’s the fact that it’s yours that send his mind into an orbit

Rival!Eren who thinks you’re getting closer, so why the fuck is he seeing you with another man in a coffee shop on a saturday night?

Rival!Eren who carefully waits until Monday where he tells you he needs to talk to you. even seeing your face is making him crazy, he hates it

Rival!Eren who asks if you have a boyfriend and why you haven’t told him. you’re confused by this for two reasons, 1, you don’t have a boyfriend. 2. Why would you tell Eren?

“Tell me the truth” he demands.

How can he say that after running through half the women in your college? “The truth? I hate you, so much. wish you would just leave me alone.” you say despite the lump in your throat

Taken aback, he speaks in an unsure voice, “you hate me?” It looked like it physically hurt him to hear you say it. “Got it.”

Sighing, you realize you might’ve overreacted. despite all your bickering, you’ve never snapped at him like that before, “Eren, wait-“ but he’s already gone

Rival!Eren who starts ignoring you. He still looks, but he doesn’t mess around with you in the joking manner that he used to

Rival!Eren who’s been on your mind a lot since the fight. so much so, that you’re falling behind on school. you decide to keep this distance he created once and for all, no more back and forth

Rival!Eren who stops listening to his friends the instant he notices your saddened look. to the avarage person, you probably look fine, but he knows you.

Rival!Eren who spams your phone with texts, tries his best getting your attention during class but to no avail. Did someone hurt you? Sitting through this lecture is killing him

Rival!Eren who follows you after class, forcibly taking hold of your hand. “Eren, no.” you sigh, pulling your hand out of his grip. Annoyed, he ignores your request and takes ahold of your hand again, “what’s wrong?”

“Why is it so hard for you to leave me alone?” you yell, surprised by the force in your own voice. both you and Eren’s eyes widen at your second outburst at him

“Alright,” he nods his head, “message received” he says and finally leaves you. Despite having asked for it, panic arises in you as you turn to watch him walk away, only to see him leaning against the locker, still there

A smirk finds his face, “thought I’d leave?”

he’s hit with a surprise when you put your head on his chest and starts sobbing. And you’re left equally as shocked by the relief that fills your chest

Rival!Eren who puts his arms around you and starts stroking your back. he wants to burn the world when he sees it’s hurt you

Rival!Eren who takes you back to his dorm with no room for discussion, but makes a quick pit stop, telling you he’ll be right back and to stay in the car

“Strawberry shortcake?” The look you give him makes him want to back inside and buy you all the cake they have

Rival!Eren who acts composed but feels his heart pounding in his chest all while he drives back to his place, while he’s leaning against the door frame as you’re explore his room, and as eat your cake in silence, with him staring at you

Rival!Eren who’s sure he’s mistaken when you flat out ask to give him to have sex with you, but is quickly corrected when you direct his hand onto the soft flesh of your boob

Rival!Eren who’s fingers act on their own, moulding and squeezing as he regains composure, “hold on, you’ve never done this before, right?”

“No.” you shake your head.

Rival!Eren who grabs ahold of your chin as a smile creeps up on his face , “good.” he’s going to teach you everything. but not today

Rival!Eren who’s thumb plays with the button of your jeans as he asks if you’re going to stop running away from him. loving the way you shy from his question

the way you hesitate makes him want to devour you whole. “I’ll kiss you if you don’t say yes” he leans forward to tease

“C’mon, hurry.”

“Yes.” you barely breathe out before he leans in and kisses the hell out of you. then proceeds to unzip your clothes

Rival!Eren who has the longest make out session of his life, making sure to prepare you by playing with every part of your body

Rival!Eren who’s soaking in the way your face twists into pleasure when he twists and turns his fingers inside of you, telling you to calm down and trust him

Rival!Eren who he talks you through your orgasm, flicks his tongue on your pulse point and whispers, “no one has ever touched you here before, right?”

Rival!Eren who holds you face in his hands after making you come, kissing you once, kissing you again, again, and again. he can’t stop stealing kisses from you, it feels like he’s been robbed of this his whole life.

Rival!Eren who declines your request for him to fuck you. only for you to get mad and get up looking for your clothes

“Yeah, but you’ll fuck every other girl passing by.”

Rival!Eren who laughs and drags your ass back down on his lap, he’s not letting you get away again. not a chance in hell

“You’re gonna belive rumors, baby? thought you were my smart girl.”

“Look, I may not be a virgin, but I might as well be. you’re the only girl Ive ever wanted. it’s not an excuse, it’s a fact. And I’ll keep showing it to you until one day you’ll believe it.”

Rival!Eren who promises to take your virginity one day, but not today.

[chessholic]

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The One With

Joey's Food

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Joey Tribbiani

x

Reader

Summary: JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD... However it seems that rule might not apply when it comes to you.

Author's Note: Someone asked me to publish my Joey fanfics, so this one is for you. <3

ps. I made that iconic Joey's Meatball Sub, it really made me feel alive again.

New comfort food unlocked

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You were so tired, and hungry.

Oh dear, you could eat a horse right now. Or maybe not if that meant eating the entire horse.

Finally you got yourself inside being greeted with everyone else except Joey.

Where was he? You could really just snuggle against your friend to forget all your worries. Joey felt like home, he felt safe.

Except Chandler would disagree with you, strongly, not that you could blame him after that robbery thingy.

"It's a zombie! Everybody, run!", Chandler shouted while jumping behind Ross and pushing him towards you.

"Hey!", Ross squeaked realising that Chandler, his best friend since the beginning of time, was sacrificing him to this supposed 'zombie'.

"Hahaha", you laughed a dry sarcastic laugh while getting your jacket off.

"What happened to you?", Rachel asked noticing your disheveled look.

"Your eye bags-", Rachel was saying before you gave her a stern look that did shut her up.

Monica also gave Rachel an are-you-serious look before helping you sit down at the kitchen tables chair

"Work huh?", Monica asked already knowing what was behind your current state.

Before you started to explain Joey made a grand appearance with his iconic sandwich. It makes your stomach growl and mouth water.

Joey sat at the table next to you, he gave you a tender look before getting ready to destroy his food, with the intention of not leaving even crumbs behind.

"So. I got to work a few hours early because my boss asked me to and as we know my boss, I couldn't refuse-", you started taking a deep breath.

"I had my mom's cooking for lunch, but there was so much going on I didn't have time to eat. And when I finally did- that ass had eaten it! My food! It was supposed to be the only good thing today, and it was taken away from me", you rambled trying not to break down completely.

"Oh, this reminds me of that 'MY SANDWICH' thing", Chandler said looking at Ross who just looked back at him shooting daggers out of his eyes.

"Oh, this gets much worse. I confronted that- idiot and it got a bit heated. Long story short, I got fired", you ended your story leaving out the details of wandering around the city crying your eyes out.

"Let's celebrate!", Phoebe cheered from the couch making everyone turn to look at her.

"Yeah, you hated that job! More than I hated serving coffee!", Rachel said trying to comfort you.

"I didn't hate the job, but the people", you muttered burying your face into your hands.

"That's my girl!", Chandler cheered giving you a quick pat on the back before hurrying towards the armchair.

Your stomach made a loud noise and you felt truly awful.

"Do you have anything to eat Monica? I don't have anything at home", you asked carefully your voice cracking slightly.

"I need to go quickly to the store-", Monica started hurrying to gather her stuff.

"Here, you can have my meatball sub"

The time seemed to slow down.

Phoebe stopped chewing her hair.

Rachel had her hand covering her mouth that was hanging open.

Monica dropped her purse to the floor.

Chandler almost fell off the armchair.

Ross had a look on his face that would be expected if someone would prove to him that dinosaurs had never existed.

You lifted your head to see Joey smiling and offering his food, to you, you.

Joey had a small amount of the sauce on his face.

"I already took a couple of bites if that's okay", he said looking a bit sheepish.

"Really?", you asked voice slightly shaky, knowing that nobody else dared to move or speak.

Joey nodded and you reached towards him. But to everyone's surprise you didn't take the sandwich.

However you got up and put your arms around his neck. Burying your face to his neck you mumbled so many thank you's that nobody could say exactly how many there was.

Maybe ten? Hundred? Hundreds? Who knows.

Then you gave a kiss to his cheek before pulling away and snatching the sandwich from him.

Eagerly you started eating it and you moaned slightly at the most delicious thing you had ever eaten.

"JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!", everyone suddenly shouted after they switched glances between each other.

Joey tried to look like he had no idea what they were talking about, his face was oddly red and he was feeling warm and fuzzy.

Joey loved seeing you happy, he could sacrifice one meatball sub for your happiness.

But only one.

When Joey looked at you eating happily his favourite Meatball Sub he couldn't even see anything else than you. He didn't even care about his friends who were still shocked and wanted answers.

Joey would give you every meatball sub for the rest of his life if it meant seeing you so utterly happy.

But he wanted a bite, at least.

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[suguae]

snow on the beach.

This was a short drabble, super sorry if it's bad. I've been sick and I wanted to write something!

+ angst

"It's snowing!" Utahime runs outside, her long hair jumping with every pounce. "Wait for me." Shoko walks with hands in her pockets making sure she follows closely behind Utahime.

You turn around to see Suguru walk out of the boys dorm. Haibara running out excitedly with Kento following behind. "Morning y/n!" Haibara waves before throwing himself in the snow. It was a morning to remember.

But all you could do was watch. Today was a morning to remember, but the night before was a nightmare. "He went on a run this morning." Suguru stood next to you interrupting yourself from thinking about last night. "...good for him." You look up at Suguru and awkwardly smile.

"Maybe it's best if we see other people?" Satoru says watching every muscle on your face soften as your eyes got watery. You loved him and he loved you, but never were you expecting him to say those words. But everything happens for a reason?

"If that's what you want..."

"Shoko told me that you think he has another chick?" You sigh and sit on the front step of the girls dorm, Suguru taking a seat right next to you. "A man only says that if he already has another women Sugu..." You fidget with your gloves, the cold wind caused the tip of your nose to get red. "You are both very important to me, but I have no clue of Satoru being with another-"

The nerve, Satoru Gojo had to break up with you the night after and bring the women he left you for back to the campus. His bright smile shining as he throws snowballs at the brunette. She was gorgeous, her laugh, her smile, her looks. Straight off the cover of vogue.

"Hey guys, this is my friend...Miyu." He introduces her to the group playing in the snow. Not bothering to come near you or Suguru. You scoffed looking over at Suguru who was just as shocked as you. "Y/n I'm sorry I really don't know why he'd-" Your eyes getting all watery again, God you hated being such a cry baby. "Don't apologize for him Sugu." You get up walking back to your room.

Satoru spots Suguru sitting, quickly making his way towards him. "Hey why aren't you playing in the snow with the rest?" Satoru takes a seat right next to Suguru. Did anyone think this would happen? Knowing Satoru it was a slim chance but he loved you. Everyone saw it? So why was he already introducing all his friends to another women. "What's the purpose of this...of her?" Suguru points at the brunette who was laughing with Haibara.

"She has a name...listen people move on and they-" Satoru starts giving some lame ass excuse. "Save it for someone more gullible." Suguru scoffed walking in to check on you. Not caring if he'd get punished for walking into the girls dorm.

Your blankets wrapping around your body, the tiny window cracked open letting the cold air enter the room, the vanilla scented candle burning. Lastly, the small sniffles coming out of you. "Y/n...?" It was Suguru, how could you not give in to Suguru. Engulfing him in a huge hug as soon as you feel his weight on the feet of your bed.

The painful cries get louder and each filled with hurt and betrayal. You really loved Satoru, if he'd hurt you this much. Then again it's only been a day since you two have officially ended. Your crying slowed down as you laid with Suguru in the bed. His hand softly petting your head as your arms tightly wrapped around him. "I told you." You mumbled, finally gathering the courage to speak again.

But Suguru didn't even know what to say. Still shocked as to why Satoru would even leave you. Suguru watched you softly drift back to sleep before leaving your room. Everyone was now sitting in the snow sipping on some hot chocolate. "Why hasn't y/n come out!" Utahime asked, watching Suguru leaving the girls dorm. "She doesn't feel good."

How pathetic. Not even bothering to check on you knowing how heartbroken you were and still are. What kind of friends were they? Watching them all sit and laugh as if you weren't hurting.

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Hours passed, "Want to come get hotpot with us?"

No, Suguru didn't. He hated hotpot, only because you hated it. He loved hotpot. "I'm gonna pass." Satoru sighed before attempting to close the door to Suguru's room..."You got what you wanted, stop moping around."

"I wanted her happy." Suguru sighed looking up at his blue eyed friend. "...And she was the happiest with you." Suguru scrolls on his phone again waiting for Satoru to close the door. Which he thankfully did, not picking a fight.

The door slightly creaked to your room, not a word was said nor could you hear footsteps. Just a sigh and the door closing again. Maybe Sugu checking on you.

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"Where did everyone go?" You asked walking into Suguru's room. Sitting on the rolling chair to his desk. "Hotpot." He turned his phone off taking all his attention to you. "You didn't go?" Why would he? Why would he leave you here all alone?

"No, wanna go grab something else to eat?" He suggested seeing the soft smile on your face, food never disappointed you. "Let me go bundle up." You rush back to your room.

"You look...warm." Suguru fought the urge to say beautiful. It felt wrong to go after you in the state you were in. He didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of you. "I am." You smile.

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"I would 10/10 go back." You give Suguru a thumbs up while rubbing your belly. Your eyes trail off to the side to see the beach. This was a new sight, Snow on the beach? "Can we go down?" You tap Suguru and point. "It's dangerous don't you thin-" before he could even finish his sentence you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the set of stairs. You knew he'd say something like that. So you wasted no time.

Reaching the bottom step, you slip. Your butt hitting the fluffy snow while Suguru fell right on top. You couldn't help but laugh. "What did I-" You threw a snowball at his face to escape from him. running along the snowy white shore. "I'm gonna get you for that!" Suguru giggled running toward you, which he failed due to tripping over his own foot.

You sigh taking a seat next to Suguru. Watching the steady water. "Sugu...Do you like me?" You look at him, waiting for an answer. Embarrassing if he'd say no....

"If I said yes?"

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"Look how cute they look! I want to do that too, imagine me and you just sitting on the snowy beach?" The brunette clutched onto Satoru's arm. When all Satoru could think about Suguru's words..."She was the happiest with you."

The awful imagine in his head of you wrapped around in your blanket, the same candle Suguru saw was now dead when Satoru walked in. It was something Satoru never imagine. But Miyu made him happy, you made him happy too but he just had more stuff in common with Miyu.

"Miyu, Do you think when two people are too different, it would be hard to work the relationship?" Miyu looked away from the two on the beach. "No...I think if you truly love them, difference is what makes the bond stronger. You learn new stuff about them and they learn new stuff about you." Miyu smiled leaning her head into Satoru's chest.

ouch.

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"If you said yes...I don't know actually." You lean your head onto Suguru's shoulder. "I love you Suguru don't get me wrong, and I appreciate everything you've been doing for me ever since...you know."

"But..." Suguru looked up at the stars getting ready for you reject him. He couldn't possibly hate you if you rejected him though. No matter what he'd still love you. Like always...."I'm not ready, but you know that."

"Give me a couple weeks, or months..." You grab his hand. "I'd wait for eternity for you y/n....I promise." He squeezes your hand, securing his promise.

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You two are now making your way back to the dorms. It was darker and quieter. More peaceful. Satoru was sitting out in the front of the girls dorm as if he were waiting. "Clear things up with him..." Suguru whispers. How could you? He hurt you...

You walk towards the dorms, watching Satoru lift his head up at the sound of the snow crunching. "Y/n...." You stop and sat right next to him. "She's beautiful." You look up at the sky, the cold crispy wind hitting your face. "I'm just surprised that..."

"I still love you y/n...and you just won't leave my head. I think and you just keep coming in my head. Seeing you with Suguru drives me crazy and I can't see you just drift away so easily from me."

You look over to see the blue teary eyed, "You should've thought about that before you decided to end things with me Satoru." You were right. You were always right. That's what Satoru loved about you the most. The words you would mutter out would always have a strong righteous meaning.

"And you look happier with her." You wipe the tear from your face. It was true he looked happier, he felt happier too. But seeing you slip so easily ruined the happiness for him. "Maybe next time introduce me, I want to meet her." You smile getting up. Satoru also stood up hovering over you, swallowing you up in a big up. Which surprised you...by a lot.

"I'm so fucking sorry..."

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"A wedding on the beach...not a fan of the beach but this is too cute." Shoko drops the dead cigarette on the sand, Utahime following her behind amazed at the decor. "They outdid it. I love it!" Utahime jumps up and grabs Shoko's arm.

"This was definitely all planned by y/n." Kento picks up the littered trash from Shoko and throws it in the nearest trash. "No, Suguru would never overbear her with all this work." Satoru sighed.

Much older now...Satoru understands how it felt to lose such a prized possession. The way you read your vows to Suguru and how much love and time you took with yours. He knew Suguru's had to be longer and just as beautifully written as yours. "So she was your ex?" Megumi whispered. That's the only label he had to you. "No wonder she left you for Suguru, you're so weird." Megumi disses the white haired man in the bind fold.

He sighed, "I left her...rookie mistake."

[miniwheat77]

Spontaneous Sex HC’s (141 & König.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, (sorry if I missed any.)

Captain Price:

John was not really a spontaneous man, he liked to plan everything out. He was romantic and anytime you were intimate, he took his time with you. He loved foreplay and always prepared you for him.

But after a frustrating day of work, all he wanted to do was go home and go to bed. He walked into your shared home, you were lying in bed watching a show. He climbed right on top of you. “Hey, is everything okay?” He doesn’t respond. Only tugs at his waistband. “John, you still have your boots on honey. You’re going to get the bed-“ he clamps a hand over your mouth, tugging your shorts to the side and burying himself right inside of you. He groans out, starting to thrust himself inside of you. His belt rattles each time he thrusts, pants leaving both of your mouths. You look up at him and he’s got a dark look in eyes, something you’ve never seen before. Neither of you last long, the spontaneity of him doing it has you soaking him in just a few minutes. When he finishes, he relaxes on top of you, panting. All of the tension he felt throughout the day is gone. All because of you.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes. Resting his forehead against yours. “For what?” You giggle. “For being rough with you. I just had a bad day at work and you were laying here looking so pretty.” He sighs. “John. I liked it.” You laugh. “You can take your frustration out on me anytime you want.” You smile, cheeks brightening from how straight forward he had been with you. “Are you.. blushing?” He smiles. Your smile only grows wider. “Oh fuck off.” You push him by his chest. “Haven’t seen you blush in years darling, why’re you blushing?” He teases. “I don’t know, I just liked that.” He leans down to kiss you. “Yeah, me too.”

“Have to do it more often.”

Ghost:

Simon was not exactly what you expected when it came to sex. He was always slow and soft, hated the idea of hurting you in any way. When he was frustrated from work he usually just wanted to be left alone. You always asked him if he could be a tad bit more rough and he said he’d always try but never really did. Maybe he was always so rough with everyone else he didn’t want to be, and you weren’t going to make him.

You were cutting up some vegetables for dinner, Simon was supposed to be home about half an hour ago. Sometimes he was late getting home but that usually meant something had probably gone wrong that held him back. You didn’t hear the door open, you didn’t hear him come inside. You felt eyes glaring into your back but ignored it. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back into him. A gasp leaves your lips. “Simon!” You giggle. “You can’t sneak up on me like that.” You breathe. He doesn’t say a word, attacking your neck with kisses, nibbling at your skin. “Simon..” you breathe. You’re wearing shorts, which are easy for him to pull to the side. While he was kissing you, he’d worked his cargo pants down far enough to expose his cock. He grasps your leg, propping it up onto the counter. “S-Simon- what are you doin-“ a gasp leaves your lips when he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, reaching around you to rub circles into your clit. You moan out, clutching hard at the countertop as he fucks into you. He’s rough, moving his hips at a fast pace. He’s gritting his teeth hard, breathing hard into your ear.

Your legs shake, knees getting weak but he holds you up, keeping up his bruising pace. “Can feel you.. so tight on me.” He growls. “You can cum for me. Go ahead.” He keeps rubbing at your clit. A cry leaves your lips and he fucks you through your orgasm. A groan leaving his lips when he finally reaches his own orgasm. Filling you up completely before sliding out of you. He takes a second, breathing hard and resting his forehead against your back before pulling your leg down, spinning you around so that he could kiss you.

He’s still got his mask halfway on, pulled up to the bridge of his nose. You’re quiet, just staring at him. “You okay?” He pants. The tight black shirt he has on leaving little to the eyes. You nod your head. “Why’re you looking at me like that? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You shake your head quickly. “No. Not at all.” His brooding demeanor finally cracks and he smiles. “Fucked you too good, did I?” He can see a smile tugging at your lips, the lobes of your ears reddening. You spin around before he catches you, but it’s too late. His slow footsteps are intimidating as he moves toward you. Wrapping his arms around your waist once again.

“You can’t hide your pretty face from me. M’gonna go shower and than I’ll be back for more.” He mumbles, sending chills up your spine.

Soap:

When Johnny had a bad day at work, it was usually a rough day at home. He was good at poking you too much when he was in a bad mood, usually until you got mad at him. But this time, he’d pissed you off long before he’d got home.

It started when you asked him what he wanted for dinner and he’d left you on read for a few hours. When he finally responded you were already a little annoyed. He said he didn’t care. So you decided to make something you liked. When he got home, he saw you sitting on the couch. He was late and dinner was already packed away in the refrigerator. “Hey. What did you make?” He asks. “Oh, I made stir fry.” You look at him. Seeing him scrunch his face up annoyed you even more. But this wasn’t new.

He walks near you, sitting down next to you. He picks up the remote, changing the channel. “Johnny, are you serious? I was watching that.” You scoff. “What? I don’t get what I want. Neither do you.” He’s trying to piss you off on purpose. “I literally asked you what you wanted. It’s your fault.” You roll your eyes. You stand up, going to your bedroom to watch something else. You pick up the remote, turning on your show. Pretty soon, you hear his footsteps coming toward your room. When he walks in, you look up at him as he moves toward your bed. “So help me god if you come in and change my show I’ll ring your ne-“ he cuts you off by pressing his hand against your throat, moving himself on top of you and kissing you hard. You want to put up a fight, push him off. But your body gives into his right away, melting into him. He rocks his hips into yours, feeling you moan into his lips. He pulls away to tug his pants down his thighs, tugging your bottoms down your legs. “Johnny, what’s gotten into y-“ a gasp leaves your lips when he wastes no time to thrust right into you, cutting you off.

He kisses you again, clenching his eyes closed at the way you feel on him. No matter how many times the two of you slept together, he’d never get used to how good you feel. He grips your wrists hard, holding them above your head. It doesn’t take long, he can feel you getting tighter on him, starting to hear how much more wet you’re getting for him. “Oh fuck-“ he gasps. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, he’s close too. “Johnny!” You gasp, you let your head rest back on the pillows, giving yourself to him completely. You fall apart, orgasm shaking through you. He groans out, hitting his high just as you do. He’s panting hard, body finally relaxing from the tough day he’d had.

He slides out of you, laying next to you with a groan. You stay quiet, cheeks burning bright from how forward he had been with you. “M’sorry lass.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You breathe. “Do.. you want me to make you something else?” You swallow hard. This sends him into a fit of laughter. “That’s all it takes huh?” He teases, making you roll your eyes at him.

Gaz:

Gaz was a sweetheart. Through and through he was always sweet and when he was in a bad mood, it never lasted. He always tried to leave work at work, didn’t want to bring his stress home, but tonight. He just couldn’t bare it. It was a miserable day from the start and he’d gotten his ass chewed by Price for something he didn’t even do, which had him even more mad. He wanted to be at home with you, no matter what.

When he got home, he heard you in the kitchen. It sounded like maybe you were doing dishes but he didn’t really care. “Hey.” You turned to smile at him. “Hey babe.” He sighs, pulling you in for a hug. “You alright?” You look up at him. He nods. “It’s been a day.” He laughs. “You want to watch a movie with me? It’ll get your mind off everything.” You look up at him. “Yeah sure, what are you doing in here Hm?” He asks. “I was just cleaning up. There’s a plate for you in there and I picked up some beer for you because I seen you were out.” You smile. “Thank you. You’re so sweet.” He laughs.

After eating and drinking most of his beer, he’s finally calm. Sitting on the couch near you.

He’s eyeing you, you’ve got a pair of shorts on which exposes your thighs to him. He’s not usually so easily riled up like this but there’s something about you being so nice to him. “You know, you’ll make a great housewife.” He smiles. You turn to look at him. “What?” You laugh. “Just thinking about it. You know. You do so much for me.” He shrugs. You tilt your head slightly. “Where’s this coming from Kyle?” You laugh. “I just think we should get married, have kids.” He shrugs. “Think you’d make a real pretty mum.” He smirks. He’s moving closer to you, throwing an arm over you. “I think you’d make a really handsome dad too.” You laugh. He rests his hand on your thigh, sliding it up higher. Your eyes widen slightly and you look up at him with a smile. “Did something happen?” You ask nervously.

He sits up slightly, moving toward you. “No.. just.. you look too good.” He breathes. He grasps your legs, pulling you down the couch and moving himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you. You moan into his lips when he brushes his fingertips over your opening, tugging your pajamas down your legs and sliding into you before you even have time to react. You gasp against him, eyes going wide as he starts to thrust inside of you. “Gonna look so pretty with my babies inside you.” He breathes. You glance between the both of you, seeing him slide in and out of you quickly. He grips your hips harder, being more rough with you. “Oh f-fuck Kyle!” You gasp.

It doesn’t take long until you’re soaking him and squirming from the way he overstimulates you. Groaning out when he reaches his high, filling you up just like he said he was going to. You’re looking at him, he’d thrown you into a daze.

He relaxes back into the couch, breathing hard.

“You alright?” He asks. “Uh.. yeah. Just... didn’t expect that.” You laugh. He smiles. “Cmon, let’s go shower.” He grasps your hand.

König:

König may be a beast of a man, but he’s a giant sweetheart when it comes to you. You brought out the best of him and he was always gentle with you, always.

Sometimes when it came to sex, he lost himself a little bit. He was a little rough but he always apologized. You of course didn’t mind, but he did. He didn’t like being rough with you. You usually never got under his skin but today was different. You were grouchy and on his ass all day, it was his weekend and he didn’t want to spend it with you being mad at him.

That wasn’t the case. All day long you were on him about something. He forgot to do this, he did that. He was tired of it. You were clearly in a bad mood and nothing he was doing could fix it. He had finally just gotten changed into sweatpants for the day, ready to just spend his day off relaxing and doing nothing. Right as he was about to sit down, you started in. “Did you run by the post office? Your parents said they sent you something.” You mumble. “Not yet.” He mumbles. “König they’ve been waiting a while for a response.”

“Jesus, ich werde es an einem anderen Tag in Angriff nehmen.” He mumbles. Making you narrow your eyes. “I didn’t ask for the attitude.” You roll your eyes. He growls.

He takes one long stride before he’s right in front of you, spinning you around and pushing you down onto the couch. “Ich habe genug davon, dass du dich beschwerst. Das ist genug.” He growls. Your eyes widen. He pushes your shorts to the side, tugging his sweatpants down his legs and lining himself up with your entrance. Your eyes widen when he pushes himself into you. “F-fuck-“ you gasp. His thrusts are ruthless and he fills you up to hilt, bottoming out inside of you. “Is this what you wanted?” He growls. “Gibt mir das den ganzen Tag eine Einstellung, ist das der Grund? Du wolltest das?” He growls.

He holds you still, fucking you deep and hard until you’re a mess beneath him. When he finally cums deep inside of you, you’re quiet.

He pulls out of you, hearing you gasp out. Your pussy is fucked raw and sore from his brutal thrusts. Your cheeks are warm as he sits down on the couch, wiping his cock off as he slides it back into his sweatpants. You’re still completely still. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asks. “Uh.. no. Not at all.” You avoid his eyes. “I gotta go.. yeah.” You mumble. “Hey, wait. I’m sorry.” He breathes. “I didn’t mean to be so mean or rough.” He sighs. “No. You weren’t.” You avoid his gaze. “I liked it.” Your words take him back slightly. Hearing him laugh.

“Than maybe you shouldn’t get cleaned up just yet, Mein böses Mädchen.” He smirks, pushing you back into the couch.

[starsjulia]

merry christmas, please don’t call // alexia putellas

a/n : this song has been on repeat

warnings : an angsty one i fear

You hadn’t expected the call

It was late, too late for anyone to call without good reason. The rain outside beat against the windows of your apartment in a steady rhythm, and the city was cloaked in that quiet, heavy stillness that only came on winter nights.

When your phone started vibrating on the coffee table, you stared at it for a moment, half-convinced it wasn’t real. But then you saw the name glowing on the screen.

Alexia.

The shock of it hit you like a punch to the chest. Your hand trembled as you reached for the phone, hesitating as it continued to ring. It had been almost a year, an entire year of silence, of careful distance, of you piecing yourself back together alone.

She wasn’t supposed to call. Not now. Not ever.

You answered. “Hello?”

For a second, there was nothing but silence. And then—

“Hi,” she said softly.

Her voice wrapped around you like something both familiar and unwelcome. You closed your eyes, leaning back into the couch.

“What do you want, Alexia?” you asked. Your voice was flat, almost detached, but the ache was already starting to spread through your chest.

“I’m here,” she said quietly.

You sat up. “What do you mean, ‘here?’”

There was a pause. “I’m outside.”

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You stood up slowly, like your body wasn’t entirely your own, and moved to the window. Pulling the curtain back, you peered down into the street below.

And there she was.

Alexia stood on the sidewalk, coat pulled tight around her, her face faintly illuminated by the streetlamp above her. She looked up then, as if she could feel your eyes on her, and it made something heavy settle in your stomach.

You shouldn’t have done it. You shouldn’t have gone to the door.

But you did.

When you opened the door, Alexia was standing there in the hallway, rain still dripping from the ends of her hair. Her eyes met yours, and for a long, heavy moment, neither of you said anything.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you finally whispered.

“I know,” she replied, her voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

You stood there in the doorway, the weight of her presence pressing against you like a vice. Part of you wanted to slam the door in her face, to tell her she had no right to show up now after all this time. But another part of you—the part that still remembered what it felt like to love her—just stepped aside.

“Come in,” you said softly.

The air inside the apartment felt heavy, almost suffocating. You hadn’t offered her tea, hadn’t given her a towel for her rain-soaked hair. She just sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped in front of her, her shoulders curled forward like she was bracing for a storm.

You leaned against the wall across from her, arms crossed tightly over your chest, doing your best to keep the distance intact.

“Why are you here?” you asked finally.

Alexia looked up at you, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know.”

You laughed softly—bitterly—shaking your head. “you never know Alexia.”

She winced at the tone of your voice but didn’t argue. She just sat there, silent and small, like a shadow of the person she used to be.

“You always do this,” you said, your voice trembling now. “You leave. disappear. And then when it gets too hard to be alone, you come back. And you expect me to what? Open the door and act like it’s fine? We’ve done this so many times”

“I don’t expect that,” she murmured.

“Then what do you expect, Alexia?” you snapped. “You don’t get to be here. Not now. Not after everything.”

“I just…” She trailed off, her voice catching, and for a second, you almost believed she was going to cry. “I don’t know how to fix it.”

“You can’t fix it,” you said, your voice cracking. “You ruined it. You ruined me.”

The words hung there like a weight, heavy and sharp. Alexia didn’t argue, didn’t defend herself. She just looked at you—looked at you like she knew exactly what she’d done.

“Then why did you let me in?” she whispered.

You didn’t have an answer to that.

————

She left a little while later.

You stood in the doorway, watching her walk down the hallway, her steps slow and heavy. She turned back to look at you once, her eyes full of something you didn’t want to name, but you didn’t say anything. You just closed the door.

When she was gone, you stood there with your back against the wood, sliding down to sit on the cold floor. Your head tipped back against the door as you stared at the ceiling, trying to steady the way your heart was racing.

You shouldn’t have let her in.

You knew you shouldn’t have let her in.

But it was done now, and the emptiness of the apartment felt even louder than it had before.

————

One year later, it was Christmas again.

The rain had returned, falling in steady sheets against your window as the city settled into its own quiet. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket pulled tightly around you, a cup of tea growing cold on the table.

Your phone sat beside you, face-down. You hadn’t looked at it all evening.

But then, just as the clock hit midnight, you picked it up and opened the message thread.

The last text was still there from a year ago:

”don’t call me.”

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as the rain rattled against the glass. You thought about her standing outside your door, soaked and silent. You thought about the way she’d looked at you like she didn’t know how to fix what she’d broken.

You thought about how much it still hurt.

And then, you typed:

“Merry Christmas, please don’t call”

You stared at the words for a long time before you hit send, your chest aching as the message disappeared into the void.

The phone was silent.

You set it back down on the table, curling deeper into the blanket as the rain continued to fall outside.

You’d made your choice this time. You wouldn’t let her in again.

Not this Christmas. Not ever.

And somehow, as you sat alone in the quiet, it almost felt like peace.

Almost.

[xoxoluka]

fic or oneshot request for jschlatt x streamer! reader?? that’s really all i got, but i’m obsessed w the idea of it

ooh wait maybe they’ve kept their relationship secret but they do a collab video and it’s how everyone finds out that they’re together

yes yes yes!!!

"Ｓｃｈｌａｔｔ ｇｅｔｓ ｇａｍｅ？"

pairing: jschlatt x cc!reader

summary: the fans finally figure out who your 'mystery boyfriend' is, basically.

warnings: swearing, reader is implied to be clean girl aesthetic and wears makeup, etc

a/n: its like 3am, its so hot... someone sedate me

a blind person would be able to see that you and schlatt were in no way similar. you ran your own, singular channel, where you gave advice, did cleaning timelapses, makeup tutorials, hair tutorials, the works. on the other hand, schlatt ran multiple channels, had multiple companies, and had multiple podcasts. he was everywhere, while you were in one place. no one ever thought that they would see this specific stream.

"do you really think we should do this?" you ask, unsure of him rather than yourself.

"yeah, what's the problem with it?" he shrugs nonchalantly, making sure the camera was in the right position.

"nothing, but.. you with your bits, and lore, and everything... you really think they're gonna be 'okay' with it?" you question, your voice quiet.

schlatt finally makes eye contact with you, giving you a look. you know he doesn't actually care about what people think, and has told you to not care, but you can't help yourself.

"listen, toots, whatever they say doesn't matter because i'm still gonna want to date you after this," he says in a strong tone, making his point known.

you nod and look down, letting out a tense breath and looking back up at him. "okay, let's do it."

the plan was for schlatt to be doing another tiktok reacting stream, and you come in to confront him about it. it was a bit that you couldn't remember which one of you came up with, but it was supposed to happen near the end of the stream. you had at least an hour to kill until then, most likely more.

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

you scrolled through instagram for nearly the whole two hours until you got the confirmation text from schlatt. you took in a quick breath and let it out, standing up and walking to his office.

"guys, we're almost at the end and not a single one of you has sent in something funny," schlatt shakes his head. "let's keep going."

"you said you would stop," you speak loud enough that the mic would pick it up from across the room. "you said you wouldn't react anymore."

this makes schlatt pause and put the camera into full screen mode, so more of the room and chat was visible. "listen, it's just one stream-"

"no, you said you were going to stop," you walk closer, the side of your torso now in frame. chat started to question what was going on and who had walked in.

"it's just- this is what they wanted," he defends, a small smile on his face.

"you said you were going to rehab, you're tearing this family apart," you say, fake crying until a loud, long meow came from your feet.

"oh! hi, jambo." you giggle, looking down at the cat that stared up at you, rubbing against your legs.

you pick up the orange kitty and hold him in front of the camera, letting chat get a good look at him. you set him down on the desk after a moment, and schlatt moves his chair back into focus of the camera.

"did you guys like that bit?" he asks, but the chat was still questioning who this person was in the first place.

you walk over and pull your own office chair away from your desk, the one that sat right next to schlatt's, and sat down next to him, finally showing your face to the camera.

'no way...'

'IT'S Y/N'

'WHAT'

screams filled the chat, people freaking out that schlatt had someone like you on his stream. "I actually expected you all to not know who I was," you laugh, playing with the necklace that sat across your neck.

"this is my girlfriend, you all need to be nice," schlatt says in a patronizing tone. you both read chat for a moment until a TTS comes through.

"schlatt gets game? that's crazy." it says, making you both laugh.

"no, i'm just here as a publicity stunt actually, the viewers were going down." you say jokingly, looking over at schlatt.

"yeah, money was getting tight, I needed an extra couple dollars." you both laugh at the joke.

playful banter and answering questions goes on for about twenty minutes, and everything goes fine to the end of the stream. schlatt ends it, and a still presence enters the room. he huffs and sits back in his chair.

"we'll find out tomorrow, huh." I say, sounding like more of a statement than a question.

"guess so," he says, looking over at you. a comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you gaze into each others eyes.

"i love you," you break the silence first, speaking quietly.

"love you more." he responds in the same tone.

a/n: that was straight bootycheeks... give me the opportunity to write a fic it will be better than this TRUST

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

[ovrour]

𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑' ─── christopher o. sturniolo

# 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . christopher o. sturniolo x ex!gf reader

# 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . . . chris cant let you go even when he knows he has too.

# 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 . . . angst

# 𝐀𝐍 . . . theres a big ass plot twist

# 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 . . . Lover, you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley

It had been a year. A year since Chris’ world came crashing down. A year since he lost everything. He lost you. It hit him hard, he would’ve never seen the breakup coming. He didn’t know why it happened. Why he had to lose his beautiful girl. Chris wasn’t sure if he could even call you that anymore. You weren’t together, and you hadn’t been for a year. But, he was never going to stop calling you his girl. You were each other's everything. And he missed having you as his everything.

Chris couldn’t get over, he hadn’t gotten over it. He never will. Chris knew he had to let you go but, he wouldn’t. Currently, Chris was sitting in your favorite restaurant, the one he first took you to when he asked to be your boyfriend. He felt like it was the only place where he could feel happy knowing that he had the chance to have been with you. But now, it felt like nothing. Nothing without seeing your enticing eyes, or delicate smile. It was stupid really. Stupid of him to still miss you even after a year.

Chris is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a ringing noise. It’s Matt calling him. “Hey, We’re about to film a video. Are you down?” Matt spoke over the phone. “Yeah, I’ll start getting ready.” “Alright. We’ll be there in 20.”

Chris then hung up the phone and left for his room. By the time he was done, Matt had just pulled into the driveway, honked letting Chris know he was home. Chris rushed out the door putting his shoes on. He rushed into the car, closing the door behind him, finally putting on his shoes, he was out of breath. “Hey, you okay? You look upset.” Nick asked him. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking.” Chris replied.

In all reality it wasn’t just thinking. He was thinking about his girl. The girl he had met when he was fresh into middle school, the one who he had fallen in love with. He felt so alone now that his girl was gone, he had no one to go talk to about his day, how filming went, or how much fun he had going out with his brothers.

“Are you sure you're just thinking? Or are you thinking about y/n?” Matt hinted. Chris just looked at him and sighed. “Chris, it’s time to let her go. It’s been a year. She’s probably moved on already.” Nick stated. “I know okay? But, I can’t let go of someone I loved for so long.” Chris commented, tears starting to swell in this eyes. “Hey, don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay. It takes time to get over someone you’ve loved for so long.” Matt chimed in.

“Look, we’re gonna get some food, record a video and then we can go home okay? And maybe you can ask her mom about how well she’s doing. I know you’ve been wanting to text her.” All three of them stopped by McDonald’s and picked up some food before they found a spot to record. They answered a few questions, laughed together, and just chatted.

After they finished recording they went back home. Chris thought about you the whole time there. He couldn’t stop talking or thinking about you. He felt so bad because he hadn’t reached out to you in months. The last time he talked to you was to wish you a happy birthday. So, when he got home that was the first thing he did. But, when he did, he didn’t expect the messages to turn green. He knows you hadn’t blocked him, or at least he didn’t think so. If you did, he didn’t want to think about it.

“Chris, what’re you doing?” Nick asked, standing behind him. “I'm trying to text y/n but my messages are turning green.” He replied. “Are you sure she hasn't blocked you?” Matt inserted. “No, i don't think so. i dont think she has a reason to.”

“well, you should ask her mom, see if she’s okay.”

“yeah, i’ll text her right now.”

Chris then texted your mom, asking her if you were okay. She didn't reply at first, so he waited and waited and waited. To keep his mind off things, he did a couple chores. took a shower, got dressed, and ate some food. That's when he feels a vibration. it was y/n’s mom. He opened the message and his heart dropped.

it felt like the world had gotten slower. Everything went quiet, it was like it was just him, alone, left in the world. Chris couldn't hear the twins calling for him. Chris didn't expect to receive the message that he did. Finally, Chris calms down and hears Nick yelling for him.

“Chris, are you okay? I heard something fall.” Nick questioned. Chris didn’t say anything, he just looked at him. “Chris?” Matt blurted out.

“She's dead.”

“Who’s dead?” Chris didn't reply. “Chris, who the fuck is dead.” Matt stated. “Y/n. She’s dead.” Chris replied, typing on his phone. Tears start swelling in his eyes. “No. She's not dead. We just talked to her last month.” Nick cried. “How did she die?” “She was murdered.” Chris responded.

“I cant believe we didn’t check up on her. We were so busy.”

“Her poor soul. She was such a beautiful person. I hope her mom is okay.”

“Yeah. I hope that she's okay. I can't imagine how hard it is for her.”

Chris stood up, walked out the door, and just stood there. He looked up to the moon and said “I'm so sorry I couldn't check up on you more. I'm so sorry.” He sat down and just cried. His girl was gone. His girl was sent from heaven. Now she was in heaven, resting not having to suffer anymore. He was never going to forget you. And ‘till this day, he tells everyone about you, and about how much of an amazing person you were. He wants people to know that you weren’t just a girl to him. you were his best friend. You were always going to be his best friend. He’ll always remember you as…

his girl sent from heaven.

©️ ovrour

taglist: @flouvela @sturniolosarethebest @missmimii @bernardsbendystraws @042502 @soupuurr @luvs4matt

[hajiberry]

9:17 pm - bakugou katsuki

+ breakup angst

You stared out at the city scape, refusing to look over at the guy in the drivers seat who was currently breaking your heart.

“So this is why you’ve been so distant?”, sighing, bakugou leaned his head back against the headrest.

“I’ve been busy, which is exactly why I’m having this conversation with you”, scoffing you finally looked over at him.

“This is a conversation?”, you ask, gesturing between the two of you.

“We’re talking aren’t we?”, you wanted to laugh, even while breaking up with you, he somehow still managed to be snarky.

“Not really Katsuki, you’re telling me what’s going to happen”, you knew that wasn’t exactly fair, he was trying to explain to you why he couldn’t handle a relationship right now. Which somehow made you madder, it wasn’t that he didn’t want you, he just didn’t want you right now.

“Okay well, I guess I’m trying to have a conversation but you're being a child about this”, sitting up more, you shoot him a glare.

“So I’m not allowed to be hurt over this?”, you ask, trying not to raise your voice.

“I didn’t say that I just”, he cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair. He wished he could tell you how he couldn’t do this because it wasn’t the plan. He was never supposed to fall stupidly in love his first year of being a pro, he was supposed to be working on his career, putting his all into becoming number one, not worrying about you constantly. He just couldn’t do both right now and being a pro had always been his dream and he couldn’t just give it up or half-ass it for you. “I’m sorry, okay I’m sorry. I just can’t do this right now”

Biting down on your lip, you nod, not having any more energy to talk or fight about this. “I just thought I meant more to you than this”, you mumble, avoiding eye contact as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.

Sighing, he reaches his hand out for your face, gently cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “You do, that’s why I can’t do this right now. I can’t half-ass my career and I can’t half-ass this relationship. So one has to go”,

Looking at him you sigh, moving your face away from his and leaning back in your seat. “Okay.”

Opening his mouth, his response dies in his throat, because in all honesty there’s nothing else to say. There are no more excuses he can give you for breaking this off and even if he did it wouldn’t make this hurt any less.

“Can you take me home”, you whisper, closing your eyes, not allowing yourself to start crying.

“Yeah”, backing out, he heads back towards your house, the longest 8 minutes of your life.

Pulling up to your building, he parks, watching you as you get out.

“Please don’t expect me to wait around for when your ready for this”,

“I don’t”, reaching his hand out he grabs yours, his callused hand rough against yours. “I”, before he can finish you pull your hand out of his grasp.

“Good night bakugou”, turning around you walk towards your apartment, trying hard to ignore that he‘s still sitting in his car watching you get inside safely. You hated this, hated that you knew you’d forever be waiting for him to realize he could do it both. Waiting for him to want you again, need you again, and maybe the day that he finally pieced it together, that he could have his career and you that it’ll be too late.

[bananayuyu]

Secret, Secret

Pairing: Mingi x f reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: A chance encounter with your neighbor led to the perfect little arrangement. Who could blame you for wanting to keep it a secret?

Warnings: smut, MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, anal play, pet names (good boy, baby), mingi calls reader mommy twice

A/n: I've had this one in the drafts for a little while and I'm so glad to finally be posting! Thinking about whiny subby Mingi always does things to me, the fact that he's so large but so needy... yeah. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

You were half expecting his call. You knew what kind of week he'd had. You knew he'd need some distraction.

It was Friday, 5:30pm.

"Hi Mingi," you answered, your voice gentle. You knew how he'd be feeling, what he'd be wanting from you.

"Y/n," your neighbor groaned through the phone.

"What? What's wrong?" you replied.

"Bad week. Can you come over?" His voice shook as he tried to keep himself from crying.

"I can be there in fifteen minutes, is that okay?" You knew you'd need to pack a small bag.

"Yeah," he sniffled.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

The ride up the elevator was silent, your eyes on the ground to avoid chatting with the man who got on with you. Your mind was already going to a certain place, and you didn't want anything to interrupt it.

His front door opens the moment you knock.

"Oh, come here," you say when you see the look on his face, the stress behind his eyes. You pull him into a hug, friendly and warm, your arms not fully able to reach around his shoulders with his suit jacket still on. You pull back and smile kindly; he looks exquisite in his dark grey suit, and he'd look the model of a well-groomed businessman if it weren't for the tears forming in his eyes.

"Have you had dinner?" you ask. Mingi shakes his head. "Well we really need to do that, then. What should we get?"

"I- I got some food on the way home. It's here," Mingi mumbles, leading the way to his kitchen. On the counter you see carry-out boxes from your favorite Japanese restaurant.

"Did you get me katsudon?" you ask. Mingi nodded his head, looking up at you from the stool he sat on with big, watery eyes. "So you were very sure I'd say yes when you called, weren't you?" you giggle.

Mingi just blinked, not sure if you were making fun of him. You thought it might make him laugh; he sometimes liked when you joked around. But now you could tell it wouldn't be one of those evenings.

"Oh Mingi, I'm sorry," you say, moving over to give him another hug. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders again, his head is tilted back so he still faces you, his eyes not leaving yours. "That was so thoughtful of you, thank you," you coo, stroking your hand comfortingly through his hair. "You're so thoughtful and caring, so kind," you continue, placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. It's this treatment, this praise, that finally makes him break. He buries his face in your chest and starts crying.

~~~~

How lucky he was to have bumped into you the day you were moving in. What a coincidence, that you were struggling with your last few boxes after your brother had to leave, your overconfidence in your strength showing itself. How lucky you were that he was walking towards the elevator at that exact moment, when you almost dropped the box, and that he caught it just in time.

And how lucky you both were that he ran into you again a week later, when your dining table had finally shipped. You desperately needed help putting it together, and who better than your acquaintance in his well-fitted suit. He looked intimidating, almost scary. But his eyes were kind. When he ran his fingers through his hair and took off his glasses, you caught a glimpse of who he really was. Soft, sensitive. His eyes lit up when you spoke in awe of his strength, lifting the completed table off the ground by himself. A big, gorgeous smile crept over his face.

Maybe it was strange that none of your friends knew about him, that no one in your life did. But you couldn't feel bad about keeping your evenings spent together a secret.

~~~~

It took a few minutes, but finally his heaving shoulders relaxed, his breathing normalized. You pulled away and wiped his tears, opening your boxes of food and handing him some chopsticks. His face was red and neck was warm to the touch, and he looked almost faint as he started eating.

"Why don't you change out of your suit?" you asked, knowing how uncomfortable it was.

"Too much effort," he croaked, his mouth full of food, his eyes still red.

You inhale slowly and shake your head, a smile creeping up the corners of your lips. You move over to start removing his jacket for him; you know it's what he wants, especially after how he reacted earlier when you tried to make a joke. He needs to be cared for. You unbutton his white shirt, slowly pulling it off his arms, leaving him in just his undershirt. You kneel down and start untying his shoes, gently moving his feet from under the chair so you can slide them off, doing absolutely everything for him. Carefully you place the shoes in his front closet where they belong.

You come back to take a look at him, assessing everything.

"Can I take off your belt?" you ask, assuming he'd feel better without the restriction. Mingi gulped, but still moved his chair back a bit so you had access. You lean down over him, slowly unbuckling. "Is this too close for comfort?" you whisper, giggling and smiling at him. You swipe your hand a bit lower than necessary while you pull it out of the loops, just for your own fun. Maybe you like the way his body jolts when your hand brushes subtly against his already half-hard cock.

"Does that feel better?" you ask, eyes innocent, laying the belt out of the way. Mingi sighs and nods, his head falling back as he takes in a slow, deep breath. His body is taught with stress, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard, overwhelmed by his feelings. "Why don't you go sit on the couch?" you ask, knowing the softness of it will help calm him. "I'll put something funny on," you say, a ruse. You both know exactly why you want him sat on the plush couch in his living room. But he plays along too. He has to.

Placing your leftovers in the fridge, you make your way to his TV in the living room. You don't take a long time selecting a show, knowing it doesn't really matter. You click on the first thing you know is a safe bet, turning the volume down low enough that it won't have a chance of interrupting. Mingi lumbers over to the couch, collapsing down onto it dramatically. He's always sensitive, but tonight he's especially so, making a sick part of you so very excited.

You come to sit next to him, running a hand through his hair, watching his chest rise and fall with what seems to still be the stress of his week. But it could be something else too, that's making him breathe like that, and that thought makes your body start to tingle, knowing just where this is headed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask him, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

"Mm-mm," Mingi shakes his head, his eyes still closed.

"Just watch then, let it distract you," you say to him, gently coaxing his head towards the TV. You start running your hands up and down his arms, slowly snaking your nails in sweeping figure eights, mesmerized as you watch his body respond. The muscles of his abdomen and thighs flex, and you watch him spread his legs a bit wider, his body coming more and more under your control. "Keep watching," you say when he turns his head towards you, noticing how his cheeks are ever so slightly flushed. You love building it up slowly, love spending hours making him react to you, beg for you, need you. You keep running your hands over his arms, occasionally rubbing his chest too, or brushing over his neck, his breathing quick when you do so. He's so, so wound up tonight, so much more than he's been in a while, so it's taking longer than expected for his body to relax. But you don't really mind that, it's a welcome change. You get to spend even longer feeling over his perfect body, watching him twitch and squirm underneath your hands, such dramatic reactions from such gentle touches.

You're getting too worked up yourself now, seeing how fast and hard he's breathing, how much he almost seems to be suffering from your movements. You move yourself to straddle one of his thighs, positioning yourself in the perfect spot so the pressure is hitting your clit deliciously. You keep running your hands over him, now going underneath his shirt and running them over his stomach, and snaking them down the thigh you aren't straddling, squeezing the taught muscles you find.

"You're so strong," you say in his ear, making his eyebrows furrow and mouth fall open just a touch. He quietly whines at you, his eyes closing again for a second, your faces closer now that you're sitting on him. "Poor thing, you had such a stressful week, didn't you?" you ask, stroking a hand down his cheek, as once again tears start to form in his eyes. "Oh, don't cry," you coo, wiping the tear as soon as it starts to fall, placing a chaste kiss on his temple. "I'm here now, and I make you feel better, don't I?" you ask, voice as gentle as you can make it. He just nods, still looking like he's about to break. "You look so pretty when you cry," you whisper, pushing your hips down slightly, feeling the friction on your clit. Mingi's pained expression finally shifts more towards one of lust, as he feels you grind down on his thigh, the praise making his head fuzzy. You can feel how hard he is now, your hand on his thigh again brushing past him 'accidentally,' making a small moan escape his throat. He swallows and tries to slow his breaths, his embarrassment evident at the accidental sound. "What was that?" you ask him, your voice bright with innocence, making Mingi's dick throb. He loves when you make fun of him, when you make him feel like a fucking pervert, in the way that you do. Pretending like you don't know what's happening, like you aren't in control.

"Mingi, why is your dick so hard?" you ask him, twisting your face into a look of confusion. You rub your hand along it over his pants, as if it needed pointing out. "It's straining against your pants," you say, like you're shocked. Like this wasn't exactly what you knew would happen.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mingi mumbles, his eyes closing as several more tears flow down his cheeks.

"Oh, don't apologize," you say, continuing to run your hand along it, adding pressure slowly. "I was just surprised, that's all. It's so big," you continue, making his ego inflate, his head so fuzzy now he can barely speak. He just groans in response to you, his breaths almost ragged now, his body finally, finally starting to relax. You feel the muscles of his abdomen and thighs finally soften, as he lets himself give into your movements, his dick throbbing as you keep applying more and more pressure to your strokes. His hips start moving, like he's trying to fuck your hand, his head thrown back against the cushions of the couch. As much as you're here to please him you know you must drag this out, must make it last a long time. So you cruelly pull your hand back, moving it to again rub along his arms and chest. Mingi whines dramatically, a look of pure pain on his pretty face. "What?" you ask him, pouting, like you don't know exactly why he just made that noise. He whines at you again, his eyes watery. "Can you use your words?" you ask, brushing his cheek with your thumb.

You're expecting him to nod, expecting him to make some affirmative sound, and you aren't prepared for just how worked up you've made him. Suddenly he's unbuttoning his pants and shifting them down, pulling out his rock hard cock, already flushed and leaking. "Need it, need it, need it," he babbles as he starts stroking himself, his hand tight around his shaft as he starts to writhe, his moans high pitched coming from his tight throat. You've never seen him like this; he always waits for you to make him cum, for you to touch him. His breaths become uneven as he starts to cry again, his body shaking as he strokes himself hard and cries even harder.

"Shh, slow down," you say, rubbing a hand along his arm, trying to get his movements to slow.

"I need to cum," he whines between sobs, his hand not relenting, even as you put yours over it and try to slow his momentum.

"I know, but it'll feel so much better if you let me help you," you say, trying not to be stern. You feel for a moment like he's taking off without you, like he's so far gone that your normal scene can't play out. But just that one sentence has him slowing as you wanted him to.

"Please let me cum soon," he cries, still lazily stroking himself.

"I promise, I won't make you wait," you coo, placing a gentle kiss on his tear stained cheek. "Stand up, take off your clothes," you say as you climb off of him, going over to the end table to find the bottle of lube always stashed there. You move to the hallway quickly too, to grab a towel from the closet, placing it down on the couch. Mingi does as he's told, and when you stand up to look at him he's completely naked, his perfect body on full display. His dick stands tall, looking painfully hard. "Hands and knees," you say, pointing to the towel, making him whimper. He runs over to you and places a kiss on your lips, moaning into you pathetically, involuntarily rubbing himself against you as he grabs at you desperately. "Mingi, don't you want to cum?" you ask as you break the kiss, staring at him with big, knowing eyes. Immediately he situates himself as you told him to, his perfect ass high in the air as he looks back at you, as you pop open the bottle of lube and slowly start coating your fingers. You sit behind him, your left hand massaging his cheeks, your right hand starting to circle around his entrance, making him start to moan again. You can feel his body buzzing with anticipation, which is making his muscles too active, so you keep massaging him to try to help him relax. You know he'll never be able to take your fingers if he can't.

"Can you relax for me?" you ask him. He groans, shoving his face into the couch, his ass now even more open to you. You feel him trying to breathe deeply, trying to do what you've asked. But it isn't working, he's still too wound up.

"Mingi, I need you to relax more. It isn't going to feel good if you can't," you say, keeping your tone light even as you command him. "Breath with me, ready? Breath in, all the way, now out, slowly, slowly."

He does as he's told, but his out breath is shaky, too fast, and you can feel his body is still tight.

"I need you to go even slower for me," you continue, rubbing your left hand up and down his back comfortingly. "Okay, breathe in," you fill your lungs, showing him what you want. "Okay, now, slowly breathe out..." and as he does you finally slip a finger inside him, also slowly, matching the pace of his breath. He groans into the cushion, his hole tight but ready for the intrusion. "Good boy, you did so well for me," you say, moving the finger out gently, then slowly pushing it back in. He's already a groaning mess underneath you, as you set a gentle pace, your left hand coming down to softly massage his balls just the way he likes it.

"Fuck, ahh," he groans, his dick rock hard and aching from the multiple points of stimulation.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" you ask, picking up the pace of your finger just a little, hitting that spot inside him that feels so fucking good. "Mm-hmm," he responds, turning his head further to the side so he can catch a breath, his eyes still leaking tears down his beautiful cheeks. "I always make you feel so good, don't I baby?" You finally pull out completely and add another finger, carefully entering him again as you feel his body stretch, his legs trembling slightly at the feeling. "Fuck," he groans again, as you just stay still for a moment when you've gone as deep as you can go. You let his body rest, momentarily halting your touch on his balls, letting him focus on just the feeling of being penetrated. Slowly you pick up your pace again, holding his hips up to you for leverage. It's hard to believe that before you he'd never had anything up his ass, never let anyone do anything quite like this. He loves it so much you don't usually believe him when he says he's never stuck something up there himself. But you let yourself believe it in these moments, because the feeling of having him in a way no one else has, and the way he loves it so damn much, makes you head swim with pride in a way that's too addicting. You're careful with prepping him, at least you try to be, but once you've got him here and he's writhing beneath you, you know what he can take.

"Harder," you hear him mutter just as you add strength to your thrusts, as if you read his mind. Immediately he's moaning louder, unable to stop himself, the tears falling again. "Fuck, even harder, please," he begs, drool leaking from the corner of his lips, his tongue laying partially out of his mouth as he's rocked back and forth from the strength of your thrusts.

"Good boy, you take it so well," you praise, fucking him hard now, your shoulder starting to burn from the repetitive motion. You look down to see his dick hanging between his legs, his thighs spread further now as he arches his back to give you the best angle. It's red, so red, and when you brush a hand over it his whole body jolts, a breath getting lost in his throat as he gasps. This was what you were waiting for all night; you knew he'd be so sensitive, and too easy to mess with. You can make all your dreams come true now, can make him whine and beg in all the ways you want.

"Fuck, please, touch me," he whines, his breathing still ragged from the way you're unrelentingly fucking him, his body trying to regain it's sanity after the way your touch rocked him.

"Like this?" you ask, brushing against it again, his body reacting the same. He lets out a strangled whine, his breath stuttering, his head lifting from the couch for a moment as he resituates himself. Your chest is full of intoxicating pride, his body reacting so intensely to your touches. It makes you feel like there's magic dripping from your fingertips, like you're a god amongst men.

"Nooo," he cries, sniffling and wiping away his tears hastily, shoving his hips into your hand as if it will get him what he wants.

"Was that not what you wanted?" you ask, your tone mocking, your right hand still not relenting. "What did you want, baby?"

"Touch me, please," he whines again, his breathing ragged.

"But I'm already touching you," you say, seeing how long you can drag this out.

"You know, fuck, mommy, you know what I, hic, mean," he sputters, making you body jolt at the nickname. He's never used that before, and it seemed to come from the depths of his brain, making the whole scene even hotter. You'd reduced him to his instincts, his mind too focused on getting the release he needed to be filtering anything.

"I don't know if I do, baby, you'll have to tell me. Use your words," you coo, your pussy clenching hard as you feel your own arousal leak down your leg, in anticipation of him finally breaking.

"No, mommy, ahhh, I can't, I can't, please, please, pleas-" his words are cut off by a sharp wail, as he finally starts to truly cry. His abdomen heaves from his deep, sharp breaths, his tears flowing fast and leaving an ever-growing stain on the couch cushion. His hands are gripping onto whatever they can find, his body putting all his remaining energy towards keeping his hips up, chasing his pleasure.

"Oh baby I'm sorry, I didn't realize you needed it so bad," you say as you spit into your hand, quickly reaching down between his thighs to start stroking him in earnest, starting at a moderate pace but quickly picking it up. His shaft is harder than you can ever remember it being, and you pump your hand up and down tightly, matching pace with your fingers in his ass. "I'll let you come now, I promise," you coo, his cries still racketing through him, his body shaking with the pleasure you're giving. He's babbling incoherently now, clearly trying to communicate something but unable to form the words, and soon you feel his cock even harder and hotter in your hand, if it was even possible. Suddenly he's shooting his load onto the towel beneath him, long ropes of hot cum coating the light blue cotton, his ass clamping down hard on your fingers as he finally comes. You continue to stroke him through it, but it's over as quickly as it hit him, so hard that he's collapsed already, trapping your hand awkwardly underneath him. You awkwardly remove it, having to lift up his thigh yourself, his body still shaking as he sniffles, the remnants of his stress still working themselves out. You gently pull your fingers out of his ass, quickly moving to wash your hands in the bathroom before returning to him and stroking his hair, giving him gentle kisses on the cheek until he's no longer crying.

That night he gets his favorite treat in the world, the chance to spend hours between your legs, your pussy his favorite midnight snack. You can't remember how many times you came, only that he did too, without any stimulation; just the taste of you and the feeling of your thighs crushing his head were enough to send him over the edge. You both slept like logs, as you always did, your bodies and minds calm from getting just the sexual satisfaction you needed. In the dead of night he wrapped himself around you, tucking his head into your chest even though he's so tall, burying his face in that perfect spot in your neck.

And just like always, you wake before he does, your body ready to go. You have too much to do today for your brain to let you sleep in, but you see how peacefully Mingi is still sleeping and decide not to wake him. With care you remove yourself from him, from the bed, and finally from the room, gathering your things and brushing out your hair, trying to look presentable. On your way out you leave a note on his kitchen counter, by the coffee machine.

Thanks for dinner :), it reads.

You both know you're thanking him for much more than that.