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[actual-corpse]

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[lily-lovelyy]

"Two at Once?"

(Konig x Reader x Ghost) 18+

Summary; Konig, Ghost and Readers relationship

Warnings; smut, smut themes, somnophilia, dacryphilia, age gap, fem!reader, violent themes, mature language.

You definitely had scary dog privileges, dating two men who wore masks and were well over 6'0 had that effect.

People found it odd to say, most men at the base wondered how all three of you slept in the same bed. Amongst other things. Speaking of other things, taking two men at once definitely proved a challenge.

Simon was the one to fuck you with your head down and ass in the hair, his hand on your head, pushing it into the mattress as he grabbed your hips and bullied his cock into you, while Konig was on the sweeter side, your gentle giant. He would slowly let you take his cock into your mouth at your own pace, soothing you and telling you to take is as slow as you need, looking down at your tear stained face with admiration.

'...s' too much, Si!" You cried as his fingers worked inside your pussy, you were sure your silk sheets were ruined now, as well as the skirt Simon had previously tore off of you. You looked over to Konig, your eyes pleading with him, but your gentle giant was smirking, not feeling so gentle tonight, considering the circumstances.

Your night had started innocently enough, Ghost and Konig were supposed to meet you at a bar in town with the rest of the team, and you were stalled at the bar, already ordering their drinks for them, knowing they would be there any moment. And unexpectedly, you heard a man clear his voice. He was cute, smaller than both Ghost and Konig but looked like he worked out pretty regularly. You smiled, introducing yourself.

You didn't even realize he was flirting with you until he stepped closer, rubbing the back of your thigh and smirking at you. Before you had a chance to react, Simon was behind you, grabbing the poor guys hand and shoving it off of you, sending him a few paces back.

"Hands. Off." Simon growled, and if looks could kill, the poor man would be dead on the bar floor. Konig snakes his arm around your waist, looking down at you disapprovingly. You looked up at him, feigning Innocence. "I didn't know he would do that..." You whispered, but to no avail as Simon grabbed your arm, dragging you to the parking lot, Konig close behind you before putting you in the car and speeding a little more than necessary on your way back to base.

As you got inside, Simon had thrown you onto the bed, sighing and undoing his tie. "Du weißt, was passiert, wenn du dich wie ein böses Mädchen benimmst, nicht wahr, Maus?" Konig spoke, sending chills down your spine at his native tongue. You didn't know what he said, but it sure made heat flash down to your pussy that was already dripping enough as it was. You whined, before Simon walked over, flipping you onto your stomach and raising your ass into the air, pushing your head down onto the mattress as you hear your skirt rip, making you gasp and groan in protest.

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(translation)

"You know what happens when you act like a bad girl, don't you, mouse?"

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"y'know you like it when I'm rough with ya." Simon simply said, gathering your wetness with his finger and slowly slipping the pad of his digit inside, making you squeal. He worked his fingers inside of you, making that beautiful curl motion with his fingers that you loved. He eventually hit your sweet spot, making your legs immediately shake. He laughed deeply at your legs shaking, holding them tightly before slapping your inner thigh.

You groaned, already sickeningly close to your orgasm. "Si," you whined, rocking against his fingers with fervor. "Si i'm so close!" You gasped, trying to lift yourself up, but Konigs large hand gently shoving you back down into the mattress. This slightly surprised you, normally Konig was the gentle giant, but you'd never seen him jealous before.

You whined gently, feeling yourself flutter around Simon's fingers, arching your back as you gasped, cumming harshly. Simon worked his fingers into you even more if possible as you rode his fingers through your high.

Even after you came, Simon didn't stop his relent on your pussy, making you whine in protest. "Don't worry we're gonna make ya cum so many times you won't ever even think of going to that bar again, love." Simon said behind you, slowly adding his tongue to the mix, lapping at your pussy, his tongue spelling out his name on your heat.

It felt like hours had gone by, Simon pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, and you were beyond tears now, openly sobbing at the overstimulation. You'd tried pushing his head away, making him swat your hands away and you whined, wiggling your hips even more into his mouth, despite being so sensitive. The way Konig was just sitting there, staring at you made you whine and try to move your head away, but he grabbed the back of your head and forced you to make eye contact with him as Simon continued his assault on your pussy.

"Ko..." You whined, trying to desperately beg him to get Simon to be more gentle, but he simply laughed and shook his head, making tears roll down your cheeks even more now. Finally, Simon removed his fingers and tongue, saying something to Konig that you were too fucked out to hear. You waited for the belt buckle of Ghosts pants, but heard nothing.

You looked behind you, your eyes widening at the sight of Konig, gently unzipping his pants as he massaged the flesh of your ass. Normally Konig either took your mouth or your ass, never your pussy. He was worried he'd hurt you, but this time he knew it wouldn't. You whined in protest, trying to wiggle away but he grabbed the flesh of your hips, keeping you in place. He looked at you, waiting to see if you'd use your safe word, but you didn't. You couldn't see through the mask, but he was smiling at you as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, making you cry out at the heat and utter girth of his head.

"Ich werde dich ficken wie die kleine Hure, die du bist, Hase" he muttered, slipping in just an inch of his warm cock, making you babble out some incoherent sentence as you flattened your head against the mattress, gripping the sheets. Simon sat beside your face, his first openly pumping his cock as she massaged your cheek. "She likes that, keep teasin' her." Simon said, glancing to Konig, making him hum in response.

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(translation)

"I'll fuck you like the little whore you are, bunny."

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Konig slowly drew the inch out, and slowly pushed back in, making it no father than two inches before repeating the action, making you take another inch each thrust. "Konig!" You whined, arching your back almost painfully. He chuckled, only leaving a hard slap on your ass.

Simon laughed, gently cupping your jaw before lifting you up slightly, and putting the tip of his cock against your mouth. "Open." He said, spreading his pre-cum on your lips. You open your mouth, and Simon slowly stuffs your mouth with his cock, groaning as your lips fell around him, already suckling like it was a popsicle.

Your brain was so fuzzy, filled with nothing but them, and you barely even remembered your own name, much less of the guy at the bar earlier. As Simon's hips stuttered, Konig's kept the same pace, making you gag a moan around Simon's cock, effectively making him cum, painting the walls of your throat white with his cum. You pulled back, showing Simon how his cum coated your tongue and mouth, making him nod approvingly before you swallowed, humming at the salty taste.

You did slightly miss the taste of Konig's cum, because of how often he homemade Austrian meals, and it made his cum taste amazing, how it does you'll never know. Konig groaned, making you whine in response as Simon moved down, gently caressing your hips before moving away, opening a small box you kept under your bed, opening it and grabbing a small vibrator, turning it on and gently pressing it to your puffy clit, making you whine and gasp, shoving your face into the pillows as even more pornographic noises spilled out of your mouth.

You felt another orgasm approaching, and by now you'd lost count at how many you'd had before. You gasped loudly, as Konig's hips finally stuttered, alerting you that he was close. You whined out his name, muttering it over and over in that sweet tone you knew he loved. As you got closer, Konig gripped at your thighs, snapping his hips into yours, groaning as he came inside of you, and the sensation of his cum made you cum around him, clenching harshly.

You both rode out your highs together, Konig sweetly caressing your hips as he pulled out of you, watching his cum drip out of your cunt before taking his fingers and pushing it back in, making you sigh. You began to lower your hips, before Simon flipped you over on your back, slapping your thighs open. You gasped, looking at him with slight confusion and arousal. He smiled, taking the vibrator to your clit again.

"we're not done yet sweetheart."

[freyaphoria]

hi hi hope you have a good day! can you do ateez’s reaction when you dug your nail too deep, leaving marks all over their back? i feel like some of them would tease and take it as challenge 😆

Hi! You mentioned their backs, but I didn't want to make every member the same. I hope you don't mind. Have a good day to you too♡

Ateez Reactions: When You Dug Your Nail Too Deep (Hyung Line)

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tw: SMUT!! scars, blood, oral, choking, cockwarming, kinda public (idk is it considered as public??), overstimulation, slapping, ahem yeo is harddom so he calls you ✨️bitch✨️

Hongjoong

Sex with Hongjoong was always so deep and intense. Slapping, spitting, bondage, choking... Hongjoong always made love at the extreme.

"Huh? I couldn't hear what you said." Your nose touched his pelvis as he pushed his cock further down your throat. Of course you can't hear it. Every part of my mouth is filled with you you thought.

You began to gag as Hongjoong twitched in your mouth, grabbing your hair and starting to use your mouth. "Bad girl. Stop gagging like a newbie. I taught you better." He grabbed your throat and started squeezing it, and you couldn't take it anymore and dug your nails into his thigh. Your eyes were watering and you didn't know how deep dug, but when Hongjoong cummed in your mouth, you knew you dug deep enough.

Seonghwa

"Hwa slow down you will tear me apart." His fast and powerful thrust forced you to hold on to something. So you put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand holding on to his hair. "You are so beautiful and I am so close. I can't stop, doll." His movements started to become sloppy and you were close to coming. You wanted to hold back and cum when he came, but he was hitting all your sweet spots so well that you scratched his shoulder to try not to come. Seonghwa groaned, "Is my beautiful doll trying not to come? You are so cute, wait let me help you." On the contrary, he increased his speed and went deeper. "Hwa! I will-" Your legs began to tremble, white dots appearing in your vision, and you came as your hand on his shoulder dug deeper into him, drawing a line towards his chest. He came a little after you and looked at the new red scratch wound on his chest. "Wow, that was hot."

The next day, when he came out of the shower and looked at himself in the mirror, he realized how much he liked his new scars. He would definitely ask you to do this more often.

Yunho

While Yunho was playing Valorant, you were cockwarming him. It was something you always did. What was different was that Yunho wasn't paying any attention to you and was focusing all his attention on the game, and you were digging your nails into his scalp to attract his attention. "Stop being a brat and stand still until my game is over." He spoke without taking his eyes off the monitor and turned his microphone back on. It was very difficult to stand still because of Yunho's size, so you tugged on his hair again with all your strength. You were trying so hard not to make a sound that your lip started bleeding from biting it.

To warn you, Yunho took his hand away from the mouse and brought it to your thigh and pinched you, but this only made you squirm more. To stay more still, you hugged him with your whole body and put your hands through his shirt and onto his back. Your insides were tightening so much that if you didn't move any more, your walls would start to burn. That's why you didn't listen to Yunho and started to move slightly.

Yunho wanted to warn you again, so this time he suddenly pushed his dick inside you with all his strength, you were left breathless and dug his back with your nail very deeply. “Yunh- Yunho!” as you moaned, Yunho groaned as pain shot through his back. "This is what happens if you don't listen to me." You felt some fluid running down his back and when you looked at your hand you saw that it was bleeding a little. "If you're going to do this if I don't listen to you, then I'll never listen to you again." Yunho grinned at you and was about to turn on his microphone to tell the people in the game that he had work to do and will come to the game later, but when he saw that the microphone was already on and he forgot to turn it off, his eyes widened.

Yeosang

"Is that all you can give me? Come on bitch, you can do better." Yeosang was pushing you to your 4th orgasm but you had no more strength left. Every muscle ached and there was no part of your body that wasn't spanked. "I- I can't- Agh!!!" You were interrupted by Yeosang hitting your tits. You were so sensitive that even the slightest touch left flames in your body.

Yeosang changed position, laid you on your side and started fucking you from behind. You made a small sound of pain as your legs came together. You wanted to hold on to something so you wouldn't lose yourself as he thrust inside you again and again, so you threw your arm back and grabbed Yeosang's bicep. "How close are you?" You had forgotten how to talk so you were just moaning his name. "I asked you how close you are. I didn't ask who fucks you so well." When he spank your exposed thigh hard, you dug your nail into his arm and made it bleed. "Fuck, are you going to leave a mark on me? So everyone else will know I'm yours?" Your heart pounded at the word yours and your orgasm began to build. "Then everyone else should see that you are mine too." He buried his head in your neck and started biting and sucking hard. Absolutely everyone will see it.

a/n: It's hard not being able to write smut in my own language. Please read it considering that English is not my first language because I wrote it very badly :(

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Pfft hear me out yandere trio Luffy , Zoro and Nami reaction when female reader admits that Buggy kinda cute (HE IS !! Don’t judge me 💅) since it’s a running gag in the show/movies that this trio always pulls a face hearing his name XD😘

please !🙏 He’s a clown but he’s my clown 🥰🤣

I can't judge, I get it. Goofy men are cute and you're 100% correct

What the Heart Wants

Yandere Luffy, Zoro, and Nami x Fem!Reader (plus Buggy but he's only mentioned)

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This was risky, you knew it was, but it happened on an impulse and it was too late to turn back now. Your pulse quickened as you snuck off into the girl’s room with your newest acquired treasure. You paused at the door and pressed your ear to it to listen for anyone else heading this way.

Nothing. You’re in the clear.

Scurrying over to your bed, you fish the rolled up piece of paper from your sleeve. You didn’t even think about it when you saw the bounty poster on the wall. It was like your hands had a mind of their own, ripping it down and stuffing the poster into your sleeve without your brain even fully registering the action.

Sure, this could backfire if someone finds you with it, but so long as you’re careful it should be fine.

Unrolling the paper, you can’t help but giggle and kick your feet at the sight of the man on the poster. It felt silly to be so giddy over just seeing a picture of the man, but you couldn’t help it. Buggy had this sort of goofy charm to him, and it had a chokehold on you. You’ve always found people like that endearing, it’s a majority of the reason you joined Luffy’s crew. 

This time though, the endearment went beyond being platonic. Instead of simply feeling a warm fondness towards Buggy, you found your heart beating erratically when you thought about him too much. The last time you’d seen him in person and made eye contact, you immediately felt blood rush to your face and had to avert your eyes.

In short, you were down bad.

You were so transfixed on the poster, that you didn’t hear anyone approaching the room until the door was thrown open. In a panic, you leap up from your bed and held the poster close to your chest in an attempt to shield it from prying eyes.

Nami was standing in the doorway, looking confused and slightly startled by your strange reaction to her entering your shared room. She wasn’t dumb, much to your chagrin, and quickly took note of how flustered you look. Then her eyes drifted down to the poorly concealed poster and you could practically see the lightbulb come on over her head.

Her lips curled into a grin, “What’cha got there, (y/n)?” The way she stalked towards you was downright predatory, making you feel like a mouse being cornered by a house cat.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, just a piece of paper!”

“Just a piece of paper? I don’t know about that, it looks like a bounty poster to me,�� her smile looked downright malicious as she circled you, trying to get close enough to take it from you. “I wonder why you would be keeping a bounty poster to yourself like this?” Nami definitely already knew the answer, but she wanted you to say it.

“No reason! I just- Um- I don’t even know how this got here! It must have slipped into my pocket while we were out! Yeah!” You internally cringed at how bad that lie was. Even Luffy was a better liar than this.

Nami cackled at your attempt, “Oh really, that’s the story you’re going with? Come on, just be honest with me. We’re both girls here, you can tell me about your crush!”

You whip your head around to glare at her, “I don’t have a crush!” You absolutely did. 

With a speed you didn’t think she possessed, she leapt forward and snatched away the paper. You tried to get it back, but she held it out of reach and used her free hand to push you away, “Yes you do~! I can’t believe you would keep this from me, we’re friends! We’re supposed to talk about things like this.”

Nami danced out of your way, and you swear it felt like the world was in slow motion as she finally pulled the poster down to be able to look at it. Immediately, the mischievous glint in her eyes went cold and her smile dropped. The once coy and amused expression morphed into one of pure horror as she looked between you and the poster in rapid succession.

“No,” was all she said as she shook her head in disbelief, “you can’t be serious.”

“How about you give me that, and we can forget all about this. Please?” You wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. This was the one thing you didn’t want to happen, and her reaction is precisely why.

You can assume she didn’t like your response based on her soured expression and the way her hands crumpled the paper in her tight grip. Without another word, she ran out of the room. 

With. The. Poster.

That was how you got to where you are now. Forced to sit at a table with three of your crewmates sitting with you. Nami, Luffy, and Zoro specifically.

“Guys please this is so dramatic!”

“It’s not! This is a serious matter, one we can’t let slide!” Nami slammed her fists onto the table that you were all seated at. Why were you all gathered here? For an intervention regarding your taste in men. 

It was bad enough that she knew, but why did she have to drag your other crew members into this? You can’t say you understand her choices either. Luffy was hardly the type to weigh in on someone’s love affairs, and Zoro wasn’t even awake. 

“Why are we all here? Are we gonna play a game or something?” Luffy was drumming his fingers on the table impatiently.

Nami slams the partially crumpled wanted poster on the table, “This is why we’re here!”

Your face was buried in your hands and you let out an over the top groan from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. 

“Buggy? What about him?” Luffy perks up, “Oh! Are we gonna go kick his ass again?!”

“No. Well, yes but not yet,” Nami explained. “(Y/N), would you care to explain what you were doing with this poster?”

“Nope, sure wouldn’t,” you didn’t bother taking your hands away from your face. 

“You and me both know why you have this, so how about you just tell the truth so we can fix this,” Nami sounded like a mother scolding her child.

Luffy was looking back and forth between you two, trying to put together what was going on. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, “Are you planning to fight him? Oh, I know! You’re trying to be a bounty hunter!” He looked to Nami expectantly, hoping for confirmation that he was right.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sharp sigh, “No, Luffy, she isn’t trying to become a bounty hunter.”

Whatever, you’re just going to go ahead and rip the bandaid off, “I have a little crush on him, okay? There! Are you happy? Can I go now?”

“No! How can anyone be happy knowing that?!” Nami yelled. “Why him of all people?! He’s literally a clown!”

“... He makes me laugh.”

Luffy exploded into laughter, “What’s that got to do with it? I make you laugh all the time, more than he does I bet!”

You tried to get up and leave, but Nami’s hand latched onto your wrist like an iron shackle. With one yank, you fell back into the chair.

“Please just stop! Why are you even doing this? It doesn’t matter if I have a crush on him or anyone else for that matter, so can we please act like none of this ever happened?” You wanted to cry from the humiliation of being shamed by your friends over a little crush. 

Luffy shrugged and nodded along, “It is pretty funny, but I agree with (y/n). Why are you so mad about it, Nami?” Bless him. Even though he did laugh at you previously, at least he was attempting to deescalate the situation now.

“Because she is crushing on Buggy the Clown of all people!” 

“Why is that such an issue?! He’s cute!” You tried to defend yourself (and him).

“Eww! No he isn’t!” Nami full on shuddered at you calling him that, “What is wrong with you? At least fall for someone good looking!”

“Well maybe I care more about personality!”

“What are you talking about?! He’s an egotistical weirdo who has a temper tantrum if he so much as thinks someone said something about his nose!” Nami looked like she was ready to rip her hair out.

“He can be nice when he wants to be, and like I said before, I think he’s funny!”

“There’s a huge difference between someone actually being funny, and someone doing stupid stuff that happens to be funny,” she slapped a hand over her face and dragged it down exasperatedly.

She had a point, and you hated it. You huffed, “Yeah, well, I don’t care. He’s my type and that’s that.”

Nami gagged like the drama queen she was dedicated to being in this moment, “I almost want to set you up with someone else just to give you better taste, how is a clown your type?!” She ground her teeth in frustration, “Okay, new rule: you’re not allowed to leave the ship if Buggy is around.”

“Why is everyone yelling?” Zoro yawned and stretched, looking around the table with mild curiosity.

Nami slapped the back of his head, “I brought you here to help, not to sleep! (Y/N) is crushing on Buggy and we’re trying to stop her.”

“Oh,” Zoro didn’t look all that concerned. “So are we gonna kill him or something?”

“NO!” You shrieked at him. What is wrong with these people?!

“That would take care of the problem,” Nami hummed thoughtfully. “We can’t risk letting this become something more, what if she tried to leave to be with him?”

Luffy laughed at that, “It’s not like I’ll let that happen!”

“What do you mean you won’t let that happen?” That honestly threw you off a bit. What was that supposed to mean?

“It means that I won’t let him take you away from us!” Luffy flashed you his usual blinding smile, but there was something slightly… off about it. It felt a little too wide, and weirdly tense.

“Take me away? No one is trying to ‘take me away’. Besides, if I wanted to leave to be with someone, then I’m allowed to do that,” you were distinctly not a fan of how he was talking about you as if you were a piece of treasure being fought over.

The entire atmosphere of the room changed the second you finished speaking. All eyes were on you, “See! This is what I was talking about! If she gets a crush on someone, she’s going to want to leave!” Nami’s hand found its way to your wrist again, you were sure you’d have a bruise from how tight her grip was.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s all calm down! I didn’t mean I was going to leave just like that! I like it here, really!” You tried to placate your crewmates, but your pleas did nothing to sooth them. It was too late to backpedal now.

“We’ll have to get rid of him next time we see him,” Luffy nodded resolutely.

Zoro shrugged, “Should be easy enough.”

You should have never taken that poster. Now you’ve unintentionally put out a hit on Buggy, and have no idea how to stop it.

[woodenplank-gt]

A Not So Average Night

CW: Minor character death

Next: Definitely Not A Mouse

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Tiny feet padded quietly through the dark tunnels. Particles of dust swirled through the paths as the sudden movement disturbed them. The air was stale and musty after being blocked from the outside world for so long, but that never bothered its resident.

The almost silent sound of tiny footsteps stopped and a minuscule brown hand pushed a kitchen tile out of the way. The 3.7-inch borrower poked his head out of the walls and surveyed his surroundings before cautiously stepping onto the open counter. The resident humans had called it a night, giving Tucker plenty of time to scavenge what he can.

He walked across the counter as his eyes scanned the area for any packages of food left out. His food stores have depleted immensely over the last few weeks. For some reason, the humans have been out of the house more often which meant less food in the home. Tucker had been forced to eat the tiniest amounts so he at least had a little bit of energy. His stomach rumbled loudly at the reminder.

Frowning, he squinted through the darkness towards the table in the middle of the kitchen. His brown eyes lit up at the most incredible sight in the world: an open bag full of chips left on the table.

Without missing a beat, the borrower unlatched his fishhook from his satchel and jammed it into the edge of the counter. He let the clear fishing line fall from his fingers all the way to the floor before scaling down himself. Leather boots landed silently on the tiled floor, and with a flick of his wrist, the hook detached from the counter high above him. Tucker caught the hook in midair with practiced ease after so many years of the same repetitive motions.

The small man wasted no time running across the open floor to the table as fast as his legs would carry him. The instincts ingrained in Tucker's mind screamed at him to find cover and stick by the walls, but he stubbornly continued through the quicker route through the middle of the room. There was no point in wasting valuable time when there were no signs of the human couple.

Tucker reached the looming table and hurriedly started swinging his hook to latch onto the table. With a quick tug to ensure the hook wouldn't pop out on him, Tucker confidently scaled the cliff-like height with expert speed.

The yellow bag sat nearby and Tucker's mouth watered. It was like finding an oasis in the middle of the desert. He crouched down to peer inside the bag which was completely full of the greasy chips. Very carefully, Tucker crawled into the bag. Each movement slow and precise as he entered the aluminum cave and made his way to the chips. He shifted ever so slightly to his knees and cautiously pulled a chip closer to him. Tucker grimaced as the bag crinkled loudly around him. To Tucker, It might as well had been an alarm announcing the borrower's presence.

His heart rate spiked and he froze like a deer in headlights. His little hands clutching the chip to his chest like it was a life raft as Tucker anxiously listened for any human noises coming from the bedroom.

Tucker waited with bated breath for what felt like an eternity before deeming himself safe. He hung his head and willed his body to stop shaking for a moment. Glaring at the chip that nearly got him caught, he dragged the chip into the open air using more care than ever before.

The borrower eventually made it out with his prize in hand and backed a good couple inches away from the crinkly bag. There, he began breaking the yellow chip into smaller pieces and stuffed them into his satchel. Grease coated his hands and clothes, but the satchel heavy with food was more than worth it.

Tucker uncoiled his string from around his shoulder as he jogged towards the edge of the table. He smiled to himself as he neared the edge. This was going to be his most efficient borrowing trip yet.

Until he heard a loud squeak of a door across the small home.

Frantic brown eyes shot towards the door to the bedroom as the woman quietly tiptoed out of the room. She quickly, but carefully, made her way to the kitchen, the occasional floorboard creaking under her weight.

Tucker wasted no time breaking into a mad dash towards the closest cover and all but dove into the bag of chips. The plastic crinkled loudly around him and he grimaced. He desperately hoped her mind was tired enough to drown out whatever noise he made. Tucker inched further into the bag with ragged breaths, curling into a small ball. His eyes watered and his throat stung from the greasy salt coating him and his surroundings.

The overhead light flicked on and the ground shook slightly from her footsteps. The sound of her rummaging through the fridge was drowned out by the blood roaring in Tucker's ears. His heart couldn't keep up with the panic coursing through his entire body. He was in the absolute worst hiding spot ever! All she had to do was peer inside and she'll spot him, then he would either end up dead or a pet. Tucker couldn't decide which fate was worse.

Just calm down. She hasn't found you yet. You've gotten out of tough situations before. He reminded himself. Tucker focused on his frantic breaths and managed to slow them down to a more manageable level. His watery eyes watched the bag's opening with trepidation. His fingers curled around the nail strapped to his satchel as he mentally prepared himself to use the weapon against the giant. Of course, he knew it wouldn't really do much against her but he'd rather go down swinging than begging.

He remained crouched and silently listened as she continued searching for something. The seconds seemed to tick by excruciatingly slow when she finally whispered "a-ha!" And something clunked onto the counter. It took a few minutes for her to finish whatever she was doing before turning back to tiptoe to her room.

Tucker let his head hang down in relief as he waited for the click of the bedroom door signaling she was gone. He needed to go back into the walls as soon as possible. It was a miracle he made it out of this situation unscathed and Tucker was in no hurry to test his luck. He heard a click in the distance and began creeping out of the bag.

"Huh? What are y-" The shock was clear in the human woman's voice.

Tucker froze, half of his body out of the bag. His muscles tensed and his heart slammed against his rib cage. His eyes frantically searched for the human that undoubtedly found him while he mentally prepared for death.

"What are you doing?" She demanded.

Her voice came from a different room and Tucker sighed in relief. He held a hand over his heart. At this rate he'll die from a heart attack rather than a human or rat. It was tempting to try and run to one of his many entrances in the walls, but he knew the risk was too high. As his parents explained to him time and time again; one wrong move could be the end of every single borrower. Tucker begrudgingly ducked back into the greasy, crinkly bag to wait out whatever was happening. Hopefully it will be quick.

"Go away!" The human yelled, her voice becoming louder and louder. Floorboards creaked as she hurriedly moved around the house.

"You know why I'm here." Said a new voice. It was a man's, but it was too deep to belong to the resident male.

Tucker's hand tightened on his weapon at the realization there was an unknown human in the house. His breaths became shorter and shorter as the ever-present fear seeped into his body. He backed further into the bag as the ground beneath him shook violently. The woman appeared in front of the table, her lower half being the only thing visible from Tucker's limited line of sight. Her hands were curled into fists and her chest heaved with panicked breaths.

"J, Don't do this!" She pleaded.

The shaking ground signaled the arrival of the stranger. "I love you," he stated quietly.

Shivers ran down Tucker's spine from the way the stranger said it. The words weren't filled with love and warmth and adoration, they were cold and desperate. And from the way the woman shook, she recognized the stranger's alarming behavior as well. Tucker found himself feeling bad for the resident human. Fear was an everyday thing for a borrower, it's what kept them alive, but she didn't deserve to feel the same way. The stranger was obviously dangerous and Tucker could only hope the resident male will wake up and help before it was too late.

She quickly raised her fist in preparation to punch him, but the stranger's hand closed around her wrist before she could do anything. Tucker winced as the hand squeezed harder and harder to the point where the woman's tan skin was turning white. She struggled against the grip but he never let up.

"Stev-" she began to desperately scream for her mate. The stranger swiftly grabbed her hair with his other hand and slammed her head onto the table. Then again. And again.

Tucker gasped and toppled over from the force. He heard a crunch, but he wasn't sure if it was the chips around him or the woman's head. A shadow covered the opening of the bag and he fearfully glanced up. Instead of a hand coming for him, he met the eyes of the woman whose head laid on the table not even a foot away from Tucker. Blood pooled around her and her cheeks were stained with tears as a gloved hand held her in place. Her hazel eyes were pleading as she weakly stared at the tiny man inside the bag.

The borrower didn't know what to do. He was just spotted by a human, an extremely powerful being compared to him. But she was hurt. Her large eyes were losing focus as more and more blood settled around her head. There was a strange temptation inside Tucker to help her. He had to stop the bleeding or get help or something! But that would be impossible. He was just a borrower living a life unnoticed.

All he could do was stare into her teary eyes and hope the sympathetic look on his face told her he was sorry.

Her lips parted, and if Tucker didn't have excellent hearing, he would have never heard her last words: "Josh," she said weakly as her eyes closed.

A door slammed in the distance followed by rapid footsteps. "Kirstie!" The resident human male shouted.

The stranger let go of her head and she collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. As the man's frantic footsteps grew closer the stranger fled the scene, leaving just as quietly as he came in. The only sign of him ever being there was the bloody scene the husband walked in on.

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Time passed slowly. Red and blue lights flashed through the window blinds as humans wearing identical uniforms searched the kitchen. There were loud clicks followed by bright white flashes that occasionally blinded him.

Tucker remained curled up in the bag of chips. He had managed to move a large chip in front of him for cover if anyone decided to check the bag. He also tugged the hood of his black poncho over his short afro to hopefully blend in better with the shadows. Tucker's muscles were tense and primed to run at any moments notice.

This was supposed to be a quick and easy borrowing trip, he groused to himself. His stomach rumbled and he held a hand over it as if it could muffle the noise. Even though he was surrounded by food, he hadn't eaten anything yet. With all the excitement and humans hustling around he couldn't risk making more noise than necessary. Tucker was used to being hungry anyways, a few more hours couldn't hurt.

A deep voice knocked Tucker out of his thoughts. The room growing quiet as the human spoke, "What do we got?" The man demanded, his voice was confident and authoritative.

He crouched in front of the table where the body presumably laid, putting him in Tucker's line of sight. Tucker noticed he wore different clothes and less gear than the others. His skin was pale and his black hair was cut short. And his eyes made Tucker forget how to breathe. They were icy blue, their intense stare seemed to pierce through everything they looked at.

A woman cleared her throat, "Her name is Kirstin Blum, 32 years old."

The scary man scanned the crime scene, his icy gaze briefly passing over Tucker's hiding place. The borrower curled into a smaller ball behind the chip. He could have sworn he felt a chill go up his spine as the eyes passed over him. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, the salt and grease covering him definitely wasn't doing him any favors.

"Alright," the man rumbled after a few moments. He rose back up to a stand, putting his face high above Tucker and out of sight. The small man's shoulders slumped slightly when those eyes disappeared. "We got any suspects?" He asked.

"Yes detective Lassiter, the husband. His name is Steven Blum, he was the one who called 911. He's in the backyard." The woman replied.

"Perfect," Lassiter murmured quietly to himself as he walked away. The woman followed behind him, leaving the borrower alone in the kitchen.

Tucker desperately wished no one else would come in. He was tired and scared and hungry and he just wanted to be back in his home in the walls. He could practically hear his comfortable nest calling his name and couldn't wait to curl up inside and sleep for days. Tucker rolled his shoulders and stretched out his legs. They were becoming stiff from staying in the same place for so damn long. He wondered if he'd be able to stand after this ordeal.

Tucker couldn't help a quiet groan when a new human voice cut through the empty room. He reluctantly curled up behind the chip again to wait out the newcomer.

"I could really use some coffee right about now." The voice of a man complained.

"I tried to pick some up! You told me to keep goin'." Another man retorted.

They both walked into Tucker's view, although he could only see two pairs of pants. He could immediately tell they weren't like everyone else who'd come by. They didn't wear any belts full of tools or hold any equipment. He curiously peered through a crack in the chip in front of him to watch the new humans.

The man wearing jeans crouched down, his green eyes carefully scanning the body. "We couldn't just stop, I need to see everything before the cops start moving things around." It was the voice of the first human. He ran a hand through the spike in his short brown hair, "Hey Gus, check the cabinets for coffee pods or something." He whispered up to his friend.

The second human -Gus- hit the man in the shoulder,"There's a dead person here Shawn!" He snapped back.

"I think she'll want me to be awake if I'm gonna solve her murder." Shawn retorted without missing a beat.

Gus stepped away from the body and leaned on the counter further back. He crossed his arms as he looked around the kitchen for clues, but not as intently as Shawn. The man had dark skin that contrasted with his bright blue button up. He seemed slightly shorter than the other human, but that didn't make a difference to Tucker.

"You're just trying to get this girl's ghost to haunt me," he accused. "If you wanna steal coffee from a dead person then be my guest."

Shawn simply huffed and shook his head in resignation. He stopped looking at the body and began examining the pool of blood nearby on the table much to Tucker's dismay. Hopefully the bag of chips he was hiding in didn't spark any interest. Tucker watched with bated breath as the green eyes squinted at all the little details, then finally widening.

He gestured wildly with his hand, "Dude! Get over here!" Shawn exclaimed excitedly.

Gus hurried over and Shawn pointed to a spot on the table. Both humans leaned in, their faces right in front of Tucker's hiding place. All they had to do was look up and they could make the discovery of a lifetime. He hunkered down lower to remain out of sight. The borrower put his hand on his nail and squeezed his eyes shut as he listened to the loud breaths coming from the humans so close by.

Gus' brows furrowed. "What am I looking at?" He asked.

Shawn's large finger came into view as he pointed at more spots, "Right here and here and here. Don't these look like little-"

"What the hell are you two doing here?" A deep voice demanded. Tucker recognized it as the scary man's voice from earlier: Detective Lassiter.

Both humans stood straight up, giving Tucker the confidence to breathe again without alerting the giants.

"Hey Lassie," Shawn drawled with a smile in his voice. "We didn't know you were here too. What a coincidence." He said innocently.

Gus smiled beside him, "If we had known I would have picked you up something to eat." He added.

The ground shook as the scary man stepped into the kitchen. "This is my crime scene. I don't need two idiot consultants contaminating everything." He growled.

"Since when have we ever done such a thing?" Shawn sounded absolutely offended. If he was scared of the icy blue eyes piercing through him, he definitely didn't show it. He then leaned over to peer behind the taller detective, "Is Juliet here?" He asked eagerly.

"Out." Lassiter stated with no room to argue. He grabbed Shawn's arm and tugged at the flannel shirt he was wearing to usher him out the room.

Shawn loudly complained and resisted being dragged away. "But you need our help!" He protested as he dug his feet into the floor.

"No I don't. We already caught the killer."

Tucker perked up at that. The bag crinkled softly around him and he winced. Luckily no one seemed to notice over the commotion Shawn was causing. He knew this meant the humans will leave and Tucker will soon be the only one in the house.

"Really? Who was it?" Gus asked from the side as he casually watched Lassiter and Shawn struggle. It was clear he also wanted to leave, probably because of the corpse still in the room.

Lassiter finally gave up and let Shawn free his wrist from his grip. He pointedly straightened his black suit jacket before answering, "Steven, the husband. I'm going to take him back to the station and get a confession."

The borrower balked at that conclusion. How in the world did they think the husband did it? Wasn't it their whole job to find the right person? Humans were dumber than he initially thought.

Something in the back of his mind urged him to come out and tell them the truth. How else are they supposed to figure it out if their best hope is in cuffs. But it was a human issue that had nothing to do with him. It's not Tucker's fault humans are destructive beings that hurt everyone and everything they come across. With that in mind, the last thing he was about to do was reveal the existence of borrowers to the world just to get justice for one human.

Shawn briefly seemed to consider what the detective said before his hands suddenly shot up to the sides of his head. He rested his pointer fingers against his temple and closed his eyes. "I'm having a vision!" He declared.

Lassiter started shaking his head and resumed his efforts to drag Shawn out of the room. "No! No psychic bullshit in my crime scene!" He protested angrily.

The man promptly ignored the detective. His left hand hovering over the victim lying on the ground. Tucker leaned slightly forwards and watched in complete bewilderment as the man waved his hand in circular motions in the air.

"I sense..... ow!" He suddenly held his left hand to the side of his head, stumbling out of the detective’s grip. "I sense the killer hit her head against the table over and over again, until she was dead." Shawn slowly walked closer to the table, his eyes scanning the surface once more. Once he seemed to find what he was looking for, he closed his eyes again with his hand still on his temple. "I'm getting something else.... Steven is not the killer." Shawn concluded confidently, opening his eyes.

Tucker was left speechless. How did the human do that? He just waved his hand around and knew the correct answer. A pit of worry grew inside of him. What if the strange human found him by doing the same thing. Tucker swallowed nervously and resisted the urge to make more noise by adding more chips in front of him for cover.

Gus glanced at Shawn with a quirked brow. At this point he knew better than to question his friend, but it's always the husband in the shows. He was definitely looking forward to hearing what Shawn found. It had to be something good.

However, the detective was less than pleased with that theory. "Really?" Lassiter's lips formed a tight smile. "Do you have any evidence someone else was in the house? 'Cause I can tell you right now there was no forced entry and nothing was stolen."

Shawn didn't flinch under the man's menacing tone, instead he gave him a cocky grin. "Not right now, but I will prove it wasn't Steven. The spirits never lie." He turned towards his friend still standing near the counter. "Right Gus!" He said and gave Gus a hard pat on the back.

Gus, who was completely unprepared for the force of the action, stumbled forward and ran right into the detective. While Lassiter was busying keeping both him and Gus from falling to the floor, Shawn snatched the bag of chips off the table. He hid it behind his back as he strode out the door before Lassiter can give him a piece of his mind.

Gus hurriedly apologized and ran after him, barely avoiding the string of curses coming from the detective's mouth.

[bigsexiest]

A little Mountain x Rain cat and mouse thing (tw: brief mentions of blood)

Don’t imagine Rain hunting a terrified Mountain down within the labyrinthian walls of the greenhouses.

And definitely don't imagine Mountain snuffling under a table in a corner hoping Rain doesn’t find him.

It was a lazy day at the ministry. Mountain was enjoying the ambiance of the greenhouse. It was raining and Mountain could hear the sound of the droplets hitting the plastic roof covering. 

He cherished days like this. He had even made himself a nice cup of tea from dried mint leaves he’d harvested earlier that week.

It doesn’t matter what he was doing specifically.

Maybe he was pruning some overgrown flowers, perhaps he was cutting a nice bouquet for Swiss. Chances are he just nicked his finger on some thorns.

All that mattered was the bright pungent beautiful blood dripping from his hand.

He stared for a few seconds, watching the drops fall from his hand onto the ground.

Maybe Mount was feeling a little weird that day.

He had decided to spend his day off in his greenhouse because he felt safe there. He didn’t have to worry about interacting with ghouls or humans, it was only him and his beloved plants. He just wanted to be himself, the truest version.

So when he heard the telltale growl of a feral ghoul, he couldn’t fight the equally feral instinct to run and hide.

Rain had been similarly enjoying the rainy day. It being his namesake for a good reason.

He had been splashing around in the lake, spending time diving as deep as he could go and then resurfacing to jump above the water like a big fish.

Rain was just about to dive down again when he smelt the delicious scent of fresh blood. 

Swimming always put him in a weird headspace.

He felt like a true ghoul. A deranged beast unable to contain violent urges. Today was no different.

With that small whiff he had gotten he couldn’t control the way his tail propelled him to shore. 

The scent grew stronger as he prowled towards the ministry, still on all fours with his nose to the ground.

When he spotted the greenhouses, he knew exactly where the blood had come from. No way could a scent that strong be coming from the ministry unless someone had been brutally slaughtered. Blood everywhere. All over the walls.

Just the thought alone made him growl with anticipation.

But no, the smell was definitely coming from the greenhouse.

Upon slowly entering through the door, keeping his body close to the ground and his footsteps light, he heard the telltale signs of someone running very fast away from him.

Now, if Rain had any sense left in his tiny ghoul brain, he might have taken the time to stand up and realize what had most likely happened. The blood drops on the ground obviously meant Mountain had cut himself somehow and it would be most beneficial for Rain to find a first aid kit or something useful. 

But no. Rain was fully distracted by the promise of a good game of cat and mouse with the reward of fresh blood at the end.

Unbeknownst to him, his pupils had dilated and his nostrils were flaring. He abandoned his sneaky approach for the aggressive full-tilt sprint necessary of a ghoul on the hunt.

The gravel floors of the greenhouses were spraying everywhere as Rain dug his heels into the ground hoping for more speed. 

He had seen a glimpse of a tuft of tail fur a couple hallways ahead of him.

In his excitement at finally seeing his prey, he had tripped over his own feet and careened right into a table covered in baby sunflowers ready to be planted.

The destruction he had caused did absolutely nothing to slow Rain down as he jumped up and continued his chase. He was still naked from his swim at the lake and the plastic trays containing the sunflowers had caused little scrapes running along his side. His feet were bleeding from the rough rocks he had been sprinting through.

None of this pain stopped Rain as he continued the chase to a dead end. 

The smell of Mountain’s blood was still noticeable, but not as noticeable as the sweet stench of fear permeating the enclosed space.

Rain had stopped running when he had found the doorway to the space. There was a door at the opposite end of the short building, but Rain could tell Mountain was hiding within these walls.

Rain was heavily gulping air through his mouth and his gills, trying to calm down after the strenuous chase. With the absence of prey, and the stench of fear outweighing the scent of blood, he had started to realize what was happening. His heightened levels of adrenaline were wearing off.

He was still very interested in the blood, but seeing only the small curled-up shape of his favorite Earth ghoul ruined his excitement. Rain was having a hard time enjoying himself anymore.

Mountain was shaking. The sound of the heavy rain on the outer shell of the greenhouse drowned out his pained whimpering. He had just wanted to spend a day safe in the warm humid comfort of his greenhouses, but now he feared for his life. The ghoul who had been chasing him sounded scary. 

Mountain hadn’t noticed much in his hurried escape, but the slobbering whines and grunts of the ghoul chasing him had brought him to tears. He didn’t want to fight. He couldn’t stand the thought of the other ghoul’s claws ripping him to the ground. Imagining the ghoul’s sharp teeth tearing at Mountain’s flesh made him sob harder.

When Mountain finally felt cold claws on his back, he managed to curl in on himself even tighter. His ears were flattened against his head in fear, his tail threaded between his legs, and the fuzzy tuft at the end of his tail was held firmly in his mouth.

Rain felt terrible. He didn’t mean to scare the large ghoul that badly. He was only interested in the excitement of the hunt. Dew and Swiss were always joking about what a giant pansy Mount was, but Rain never would have guessed it would be this bad.

Rain started making a quiet shushing sound while slowly petting down Mountain’s back, hoping to calm the other ghoul. He wondered how bad Mountain’s wound was.

As more time passed, Mountain started to feel somewhat safe. He had been taking deep breaths, and his crying had been largely cathartic in cleansing his terrified mind. Now that he was less scared, he was able to open his eyes and raise his ears to hear Rain softly murmuring to him.

He took his tail out from between his legs to turn towards the smaller water ghoul. Rain was swift to take Mountain into his arms and their tails twisted together.

Rain could see Mountain had his right hand clenched within his left. So he softly asked the Earth ghoul if he could see.

Mountain opened his bloody hand to Rain. Rain took the hand and placed the cut in his mouth, licking away all the blood and encouraging the cut to close with his sticky water ghoul saliva.

Mountain was happy that Rain was there to comfort him after such a fright, and Rain was happy to finally taste some goddamn blood after all his trouble.

[beefrobeefcal]

OKAY okay I just think...pegging Frankie thoughts here. His favorite positions are missionary (he's a sweetie) and doggy style for the following reasons.

Missionary because it's intimate, he can hold you close and keep his face in the crook of your neck as you take him apart nice and slow. Feeling his hips, pressing your thumbs into his sides a little bit for leverage and to revel in the plush of his middle...

And hittin' it from the back!!! Using his love handles to manhandle him around in bed, hunching over his back as he takes all of you ... Feeling the way his belly hangs and soothing it lightly as you speed up inside of him. Taking his hand in your own and pressing it over his gut, asking if he can feel you, and he swears that he can—sidenote, Frankie definitely has a size kink.

AND! Pressing down between the blades of his shoulders, forcing Frankie down onto the bed so he's face down-ass up. He snivels and moans into the pillow, biting at the fabric as he unintentionally ruts into the sheets on every thrust until he cums.

Aaaand scene. Sorry I have many thots.

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

I… I didn't know I needed this, Nonnie… thank you 🥵🫠🥩

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Gets Notched Down a Peg

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie joins in on an age old tradition for Mouse's Birthday.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,521

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, pegging, birthday cake getting burned, lube, butt stuff

Author's Notes: Thank you to @romanarose for instilling the THOT in our hearts & minds, and to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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“I wanna… I wanna peg you.”

Frankie’s face read ‘huh?’ as he looked at you, pinned underneath him.

“That’s what you want for your birthday?”

“Yes.”, you grinned bashfully.

Frankie had tacked you on your bed upon returning home from work, demanding to know what you wanted for your birthday this year as he tickled and playfully bit you. Even though your birthday was over two months away, he liked to be prepared.

Need less to say, your answer stunned him, leaving his heavy weight pinning you to the bed.

“Is… that okay?”, you finally broke the silence timidly. You’d done the research and neither you nor Frankie were strangers to each other’s back doors, but this was new territory for the both of you.

“Didn’t know my princess was so kinky…”, he responded in a low growl before resuming his tickles and bites.

*****

Thankfully this year, your birthday landed on a Friday, and you were able to take the day off. Frankie wasn’t but that didn’t mean he hadn’t booked you for an all-day package with Hannah at your favourite spa. He said he wanted you to be relaxed and feel good, ensuring you’d be ready for the night’s main event. Hannah was acting like she had no clue what ‘event’ he was referring to, but you suspected a surprise party at the bar you frequented.

The spa was amazing. By the time you and Hannah poured yourselves into Will’s SUV, you felt like goo. Between the facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, mud baths, and champagne, neither of you would have been fit to drive yourselves home.

You waved Will and Hannah goodbye as Hannah screeched “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOUSE!” out the window, and walked up the steps to your house. As you unlocked your front door, you thought it weird that neither of them teased or hinted at a big night, but maybe they were getting better at hiding things.

Walking into your home, you could smell something burning. You rushed into the kitchen and found Frankie pulling out a cake pan with the charred remains of what was possibly cake. He looked up and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday, baby!”, he chuckled.

“Oh honey…”, you sighed with a laugh. You walked up to him and looked in the pan, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “You’re too sweet.”

“I tried one of your ‘from scratch’ recipes, and… let’s just say that it’s probably for the best it burnt.”

You both started laughing and Frankie tossed the burnt, and likely wrecked, cake pan into the back yard to cool.

*****

After giving you your presents, Frankie led you into the bedroom. Last year, he led you into the room to show you the new vanity he built you, with Benny’s help, in your ensuite for your birthday, and the year before, the new bed frame and matching bed side tables. You wondered what new furniture would be waiting for you this time, and when he opened the door and stood back, you saw… nothing new.

You looked up at him confused and he nodded towards the bed, and you looked at it. A pretty, pink box with a purple ribbon.

“Frankie… you’re spoiling me!”, you giddily chirped as you skipped over to the box and opened it.

You moved the tissue paper out of the way, and before you sat a bright violet harness and a neon pink dildo, with a pink bottle of lube.

Frankie came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.

“Thought you’d wanna look pretty wile you fuck me, princess.”

*****

Frankie helped you get into the harness, all while you both giggled and kissed each other. Once you were strapped in, you kissed him, pushing him back onto the bed, stroking his rock-hard cock slowly.

He grunted into your mouth, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck… princess… how… h-how do you want me?”, he panted, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Your eyes went dark. It was so very rare that Frankie gave up the dominant role in your love making, and this was truly the first time he was giving it up without you asking. He was yours to do with what you wish. You’d watched a few pornos with strap ons, and while the idea of fucking him missionary was definitely appealing, for your first time, you figured that doggy style would be more approachable. That, and when he fucked you like that, you loved how much control he had over you.

“On your knees.”

He smiled and huffed a nervous laugh and rolled over as you put a towel underneath him, just in case.

“You ready, baby?”. You cooed, reading under him, giving his heavy belly a squeeze before gripping his cock and pumping.

“Yeah… yes, fuck, yes.”, he sputtered breathily.

“Okay, baby… safe word?” Your tone was that of a kindergarten teacher, as you squeezed some of the hot pink lube onto your middle and index fingers.

“P…Paul Simon.”, he grunted as you pressed your finger to his tight muscle.

“Paul Simon.”, you cooed back with a smile, working your finger into him. “I like that.”

He grunted, precome beading at his tip and his hips bucked slightly into your hand. You worked your middle finger in and his elbows shook as he panted and let out small whines.

“Relax… Frankie baby, relax… I got you…”

You felt him start to give in and relax under your touch.

“There you go… feel good, baby?... tell me how good it feels…”

“So… so fuckin’ good… ahhh… so g-ah!... so good… fuck, prin-princess…”

“You ready, baby?... or you need my fingers still?”

“Ready… fuck… I’m ready.”, he stammered as his eye lids fluttered under his tented brows, and he nodded.

You pulled your fingers out and lubed up your tip and length, then gently pushed the tip into his hole. The whine that came from his mouth made cunt drool and clench on nothing.

“Oh Frankie… you like this?... yeah, baby?”, you cooed, pressing into him further.

His shaking arms finally gave out and he was now propped up on his knees and elbows as you began to pump in and out of him slowly. Franke whined and moaned, and you gripped his chubby waist, his love handles, and began to fuck him fast and hard.

“Oh… oh fuck… fuck… fuck… Jesus Christ… princess… Mouse… baby… oh god… oh fuck!”

You set your pace, keeping your focus on him and the noises he made, making sure none of them sounded like his safe word. You slid one of your hands up and on his back between his shoulder blades and pushed him down gently. He obeyed your touch and his cheek pressed into the mattress as he moaned his praise and filth.

“You feel me, baby?... up in your guts?”, you growl as your hand moved from his back to his front and slid down, pressing into his belly. His hand came up to yours and gripped it as he panted.

“So fuckin’ deep… keep… keep goin’… please… please Mouse… oh fuck…”

 He released your hand and you again moved it to hold his cock. What you found made you let out a whimper: it was painfully hard and pressed against his belly firmly. You barely touched the tip and he let out a high-pitched whine and a shudder ripped through his body.

You gripped and pumped his cock as you thrusted into him over and over.  Frankie’s eyes rolled back, and his mouth opened slack, and his cock shot hot ribbons out all over the towel below followed by a loud, low moan erupting from him.

You gripped his cock, offering a few more pumps and thrusts before he whined, “Paul Simon… Paul fuckin Simon!”

You immediately let go of him and withdrew your strap on and he collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

Crawling beside him and cupping his face, you asked worriedly, “Baby? Frankie? Did I hurt you?”

“No… no, Mouse…”, he panted with a lazy grin. “Just… just over sensitive…”

“Oh, thank god!”, you breathed, laying beside him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckled and turned slightly, pulling your front to his, still breathing heavily and sweating. His belly was covered in his come, and now so were you.

So much for putting a towel down. You thought to yourself, smiling.

You peppered kisses over his sweaty brow and cheek, and he smiled and sighed with exhaustion.

“Did so good for me, Frankie… love you so much.”, you praised between kisses.

His eyes opened and he looked at you from under heavy lids with a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m guess this was the ‘main event’ you were referring to? Not a party?”, you laughed.

He didn’t answer, he just kept that same look on his face as his hand slithered down your side and then slipped between your legs, feeling wet you were.

“Happy birthday, princess.”, he grinned as he pushed to onto your back and slid down your body, kissing and sucking along the way.

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[soromantique]

under the cut you'll find a little curated wishlist of plots / dynamics / k*nks i'm interested in exploring with paris. if any of these interest you, please message me to get something going, or i'll reach out if you give this post a like. discord is preferred, but i am open to writing some of these on the dash if that's more your speed! paris is a pansexual switch, with a submissive lean & loves to push the limits. more info on her can be found in my pinned post, or you can ask. if you'd like to know more, keep reading. ♡ ( alternate faceclaims available )

obsessive fan turned stalker. we can jump right in, or make this a slow burn where he's playing with her, luring her into his trap and she doesn't even know it. would love to take a kidnapping route, whether down the line or on the jump.

friends with benefits / another creator she often films with. could make it messy with feelings involved. could be more of a coworker’s who put up with each other for the money. or two people who know they make magic together, maybe with partners in the picture to give it a twist, some angst if they like each other more than they're allowed to admit. just giving the people what they want...

forbidden relationships / inc*st. open to approaching this in any and all ways. paris loves what she can't have, and loves making what can't have her need her. give me cat and mouse, intense desire they can't resist no matter how much they know they should.

toxic relationships / exes. like they should not be near each other because they enable and bring out the worse of one another, but the sex is so good, and the passion and intensity is there. when i say toxic, i mean it. let's not hold back.

mean daddy / mommy dom. someone who deep down adores paris, or doesn't at all, but feeds right into her humiliation & degradation kinks. soft doms just as welcome, but i would love to explore a darker and more toxic dynamic. the general vibe being bossy toward paris who eats it up and just wants to give her everything to them in return to try and earn their approval. let's make it extra twisted.

other plots:

anything spooky season / horror related.

this,

also this,

pretty pretty pleaaaase,

orrrr this.

other general dynamics desired: obsession in general, exes, definitely this, and please some of this. hands and knees for some of this, too.

kinks i'm especially interested in including: ( but not limited to ) choking, drug use / intox, slapping, humiliation, overstimulation, face / throat f*cking, an*l, toys, squirting, dub / non con, size difference, toys / objects.

[blazehedgehog]

If a race (within the rules) was organized between Sonic, Metal Sonic, Shadow, Silver and Surge, what do you think the final ranking would be?Although Sonic is certainly the fastest of them all, can the others increase their place in the rankings under certain conditions (like Shadow if he uses his full power, for example)?

I mean, I think Sonic is always going to win. Always always. I don't know that we've ever actually seen Sonic struggle to reach his limits on how fast he can run. He's never out of breath. Well, scratch that: we do see Sonic out of breath in the Sonic OVA, but I'll conveniently say that does not count.

Similarly, the only time it feels like we've ever seen Sonic struggle is in that one issue of Archie Sonic where Eggman finally "wins" and Sonic has a breakdown.

But even that sort of plays in to what I mean. Not that this is canonical, I guess. But I always get the idea that Sonic's a lot stronger than he lets on, he'd just rather have some fun with a situation first. Sort of like Goku in Dragon Ball and how his whole entire personality eventually revolves around treating every fight like a game of cat and mouse.

Metal and Shadow are definitely fighting it out for a close second place. They both fill a similar role in my head sometimes -- Shadow's an android and Metal is a robot. One is flesh and the other is, uh, metal. But they are both copies of Sonic.

Who wins is a toss up. It's said Shadow isn't very fast without his shoes on, which definitely means he's a lot weaker than Sonic is by default. But I'd also assume Shadow is probably closer to the real Sonic in terms of physiology. And he still does have his shoes on, presumably. I think if Metal and Shadow started fighting during the race, Shadow could probably at the very least disable Metal. Shadow has ranged attacks and can use Chaos Control to slow down or even stop time, giving him an advantage to take Metal out.

So that puts Shadow at number two. Surge definitely comes in fourth, unless Shadow completely incapacitates Metal, in which case she picks up third. She's pretty fast, but sort of like Shadow's shoes, she seems to rely on an outside energy source, and hers seems to deplete much faster than the others. She'd probably burn out long before the finish line.

Silver brings up the rear because Silver isn't fast. Compared to most average people he's definitely not slow, but this is not a competition he can compete in very well. Silver is very much the coughing baby against four hydrogen bombs here when it comes to movement speed.

[turtlemagnum]

remember when cyberpunk 2077 came out, i played it with steam family share from my (at the time) girlfriend's account. beforehand, i had gotten a GPU for christmas, an AMD RX570 4GB that i managed to talk my mom into buying me since it was on sale/used for about 100 bucks. turned out, the shitty prebuild desktop i had been using didn't even have a slot for a GPU, much less the physical clearance or a strong enough power supply. i told my dad, and since this was around 2020 he had just gotten a stimulus check. he had claimed me on it and got more money, even though he didn't have custody of me. my mom was pissed, but made the mistake of saying that it "would've been spent on me anyways", so i told him that and thus was born my current PC. he spent the entire goddamn stimulus check on it, including the mouse, keyboard, and screen. my mom was pissed, i didn't care because i wasn't living with her anymore and i had this baller new PC. the bottleneck, was, of course, the budget oriented GPU that i myself provided. i remember, a little while before he even told me he had built the damn thing, i saw a video where a guy did benchmarks on a PC with 32 gigabytes of RAM, and i thought to myself "wow, why would anybody need that much". as my mentioning of this implies, the PC had 32 gigs of RAM, and frankly i appreciate it purely because of how many browser tabs i have open at any given time. anyways, cyberpunk 2077, i forget what the recommended specs were at around that time, but looking at it now it says an RX580 as a bare minimum. that sounds about right, because i vaguely remember thinking something to the effect of "well, mine's only slightly weaker, should be fine! :)". well, it technically ran. i hit 30 FPS looking at a blank wall, and that was if i was lucky, but i definitely got used to the choppy 10-20 after a while. was still fun. i remember there being a hell of a lot of ludonarrative dissonance, what with the whole story being "you're a dead man walking, you're a weak link in a big scary world, you're sooo soso powerless in all of this", meanwhile i broke the difficulty with relatively little effort and was able to smack basically everyone with a baseball bat and kill em in one shot. one of the more fun broken aspects of the game was this glitch, i think it was called the khop. you know how in botw speedruns, if you use bullet time before bouncing off of an enemy and resume time, it sends you flying like a goddamn rocket? and it's because the momentum being applied in the slowed time gets sped up, so when time starts moving normally the speed is just multiplied. it was a bit like that, except it was a lot easier because slowing time could be done just by pressing a direction twice, and instead of requiring an enemy you just crouchspam and now you're flying like superman. was honest to god one of the funnest unintentional movement mechanics in a game i've ever used, rocket jumping couldn't even compare. again, really added to the whole disempowerment narrative the game was going for just not working

[lady-inkyrius]

Hmm, finally come across my first major problem since switching to Linux. My laptop becomes unusably slow if I set any display other than the built in one to be the primary display. I wanted to watch some stuff on my TV rather than the laptop screen, but if I set it to output only to the TV's display it slows right down.

And it's definitely the computer rather than just the connection, because my mouse is moving around smoothly at full speed, everything else just drops to like 2 fps.

It works fine if I just join the displays with the built in one as the primary, which is alright I guess, but does force me to leave the laptop open.

I'd say the most likely culprit is probably Nvidia, so I'll try just running it through the iGPU this evening to see if that fixes the problem.

[kdramacrybaby]

Big Mouth (2022)

Genre: Crime, Law

Synopsis: Park Chang-ho is a rookie lawyer still trying to get his own business up and running, but he keeps losing cases and can't find enough work. One case he loses attracts media attention, and he is contacted by the mayor of the city to represent a case for him. Thinking this will be his big break, Chang-ho takes the case, but he trusts the wrong people and finds himself in prison. In prison, he is mistaken for the infamous swindler known as Big Mouse, and suddenly there are enemies everywhere. Now a part of a bigger game than he ever expected, he will have to play and win to survive and protect the people he loves.

Episode info: 16 episodes / Runtime around 60 minutes

Lead cast: Lee Jong-suk (Park Chang-ho), Im Yoon-a (Ko Mi-ho), Kim Joon-hun (Choi Do-ha)

Link to watch: You can watch on Disney+ or Dramacool

Drama rec masterlist | Drama rant thread (beware of spoilers)

Overall, I really liked this drama, and right from the first couple of episodes, it reminded me a lot of Vincenzo - which is one of my all-time favorite dramas. So if you've seen Vincenzo and liked it, you will most likely enjoy this drama as well.

As for warnings, it is pretty brutal with a lot of violence - blood, murder, torture - you name it.

Unlike Vincenzo, though, there is not much comedy in this drama, so there is little break from the dark intense scenes. I find myself not minding it too much, as it didn't ever get too dark and heavy for me.

This drama gets confusing - at least for me - and I had some trouble keeping up with... pretty much everything. I do think that is very much intended, as the drama does everything it can to throw you off for as long as possible. I guess several different scenarios throughout the drama, and I was wrong pretty much every time - I like that though! It's nice with a drama where you can't see everything coming from a mile away.

It did take a while for me to really get hooked, as I found the first episode sort of slow, but after that it really picks up speed and rarely slows down, so you better pay attention.

I don't really have a lot of notes from watching through, and that usually indicates that I spent more time watching than complaining.

Lastly, I think the actors were phenomenal. Creating a dark drama like this takes someone who can really convey they... how should I say it - the crazy in the eyes? The proper intensity is what I mean. Some people aren't suited to play evil, but I was really impressed with them all.

Should I pick between Vincenzo and this, I would pick Vincenzo, but this is definitely up there too!

[silverwings-stories]

🪶VultureClan: Moon 3-6🪶

Moon 3-5

Hollowpaw’s eyes were fixed on the thrush as it pecked at the wet soil near the riverbank. The tumbling water drowned out the sound of his pawsteps as he crept forward. One paw in front of the other, Hollowpaw, he thought. You can do this! Hollowpaw was about three tail-lengths away now, and the thrush still hadn’t noticed him. This was the closest he’d ever gotten! Hollowpaw flexed his claws into the dirt as he continued to stalk, but forced himself to go slow. He was determined to catch this bird. Just a little closer, then -

Hollowpaw froze in mid step as the thrush’s head jerked up, its beady black eye scanning the reeds where he was creeping. It didn’t fly away, thank StarClan, but he was sure it had seen him. He could see its feathers rustling as it prepared to take to the sky. Gathering himself up into a sloppy crouch, Hollowpaw leapt, his claws outstretched. But he was too far away, and he could only feel the rush of air as his prey took off, mouse-lengths away from his paws. Hollowpaw landed with a grunt. He watched, tail lashing, as the thrush spiralled upwards, shrieking alarm calls to any bird nearby. 

Hollowpaw felt his whole body droop. It had been two weeks since he’d arrived in the Carrion Cliffs, and still he had yet to catch anything. With no other choice, Hollowpaw had been stealing from other meat-eaters’ kills to satiate his hunger. But he was never going to be able to build VultureClan if he couldn’t even hunt for himself. Glancing up at the darkening sky, Hollowpaw watched the cold, distant stars appear one by one. “Please, can’t you help me?” He whispered. “Can’t you show me how to hunt? I just want to be the best warrior I can be, but I don’t think I can do it on my own.” Hollowpaw waited, but the only answer he got was the moaning of the mountain wind as it cut through his pelt.

>>>

Notable Events

Hollowpaw continues to train alone.

Moon 6

Hollowpaw was practically skipping as he traced his way up the mountain path, his fresh-kill held firmly in his jaws. Hollowpaw had snuck up on the crow while it had been distracted, picking at the foul-smelling carcass of a stag. The thing was mostly feathers and bones, but Hollowpaw didn’t care. This was his first prey, and he was so proud he felt like he was walking on a cloud.

The sound of clattering rock brought Hollowpaw back to reality. He had come to a narrow point on the stone path, and some pebbles had come loose beneath his paws. Hollowpaw watched as they tumbled down the steep slope below, his pelt prickling. He’d heard the deafening thunder of the rockslides at night, and he’d feasted on animals who had misstepped while scaling the mountainside. Hollowpaw definitely didn’t want to become another scavenger’s meal. For a moment, he wondered if he should turn back. But the camp was so close, and the crow was getting heavy. Hollowpaw decided to push on. 

As soon as Hollowpaw took his next step, his mistake was apparent. The ground growled like an awakened monster, and the path began to shift as pebbles rained down. Hollowpaw let out a strangled yelp as panic gripped his throat. He tried to back up, but the stone beneath his paws was carrying him with it. Hollowpaw lost his footing and began to roll, bouncing down the slope, each rock he hit knocking the breath out of him. Down, down, down he went, the sky flashing above him and the ground below. Grey, blue, grey, blue, grey, blue. Hollowpaw was picking up speed now. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the bone-breaking impact of the ground below. But StarClan must’ve taken pity on him, because it didn’t come. Instead, the slope began to level out, and Hollowpaw’s battered body finally rolled to a stop.

Hollowpaw laid there for a moment, taking careful breaths. Everything hurt, but at least nothing seemed broken. With a groan, Hollowpaw lifted his head, staring in dismay at the mountain path, far above him. Hollowpaw could barely believe what had just happened. Not only had he rolled all the way down that slope, but, somewhere along the way, he’d lost his first catch.

>>>

Notable Events

Hollowpaw loses precious training time when he slides down a slope and spends the whole day finding a way back to camp.

Things are not off to a great start for poor Hollowpaw.

If you want to see more of my work, I also have an alt account where I post non-clangen art and a YouTube channel.

Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!

[maximuswolf]

Dear fellow gamers I hereby wold like to ask for your MMORPG recommendations.

Dear fellow gamers, I hereby wold like to ask for your MMORPG recommendations. Hello everybody, I find myself in quite an unfortunate situation. For the past 6 years, I've been playing this small Korean RPG called Soulworker. Due to many problems that I will not discuss here because it would only turn this post into an essay worth several pages, the game ended up falling off and the developers went bankrupt.The game was development off to Valfoe who does not have the best track record with quality game development. So after a quarter of a year of simply observing the game, I think it's time to leave. There is no future for this game and, as painful as it is for me, it's time to move on. However, that brings up a new problem and that is what to play now?And so that's why I'm here. I would like to ask you people out there if you could recommend me an RPG that could fill this gap in my library. Now I know it's hard to give recommendations out of the blue so don't worry, I have a list of few basic things I'm looking for:A good and engaging combat. Unfortunately due to playing too much Ultrakill, I got used too much to the high-speed combat of games, which resulted in games like WoW being too slow and boring for me. I just don't find a combat like that engaging. You just press a button, wait for your character to cast the spell and no further input is required, the game does all this for you. I'm looking for a combat similar to Soulworker, where you actually had to give additional input to properly execute the skill like holding down the skill button to charge up the skill, giving additional mouse inputs in order to continue casting the skill, etc.A proper endgame content that has at least hard farmable bosses that you can fight against in a group with other playersNo extreme Gacha or Pay To Win mechanics. It's fine to have these mechanics within reason but having stuff like the endgame armor requiring a special material for upgrading, that can only be bought for real cash, is over the line for me. I understand if there is like a pay-to-skip-the-grind, I have no problem with that but having a paywall, or even worse an RNG-based paywall is a definitive noLastly, it would be great if it was actually a game that has somewhat of a player base and is not under the constant threat of being shut down at the end of each month.I know I'm asking for a LOT, especially in the realm of MMOs and RPGs but I would really appreciate any recommendations you'd be willing to give me.Thanks in advance

[havekryger44]

Smash Karts

Smash Karts - The most exciting battle royale racing game online. Undertake the extreme and exciting speed challenge, and master your vehicles and skills. Undertake different opponents in the field, pick up weapons and inflate other karts to win! Smash Karts was made in 3D with WebGL and io. With the state-of-the-art 3D engines and 3D physics, you'll feel like it's really you when driving. Battle friends and family in a kart race to the final line, while earning power-ups and unlocking new tracks. The overall game could be played by 1-4 players at once- perfect for parties! Choose from a variety of karts and race against friends and family. Collect power-ups to boost your kart's speed or knock others off the track.

The fast-paced game, that lets you race as a kart, using weapons to get rid of your opponents. As a kart racer, you will be able to customize your character, kart, and power-ups from the garage. https://kensilshelties.com/ratchet-clank.html as other IO Games, with 3D graphics and online multiplayer, Smash Karts is a fast-paced io game that will make your adrenaline pumping! Race via an endless track, collect coins, and power-ups to make your kart faster. With stunning graphics, various cool maps, and multiplayer, Smash Karts has something for everyone. Race against friends and family in this hilarious, challenging game of cat and mouse. Defeat tough opponents and win the Grand Prix! Collect power-ups and customize your kart before every race to win! You can find weapons and power-ups on the track to assist you, and some of these will make your opponent's life harder. Also you can use the track to slow down your opponents by smashing them into walls along with other obstacles. Smash other players into pieces by firing toward them or simply bashing them taken care of. The more opponents you smash, the more coins you collect. Coins are good for unlocking new karts! Start your engines and also have some smashing fun! The more players there are, the more chaotic it gets! Each strategy requires different, can you master all of them and fight the right path to victory? Get on your kart and cause a commotion! Roll over the squares containing question marks to get weapons and power-ups. You will see everything from power-ups to rockets, automatic rifles, and mines. In the match, whoever kills the most in 3 minutes is definitely the winner.

[veilrook]

I actually agree with most, if not all, if your points.

The color system is indeed weird, though I did manage to get what I wanted it took quite a bit of finagling and doing it over and over and over again. And yes, I really like the stylized look of the game too!

The CC is pretty great overall and I find the three-head-blend-option pretty nifty tbh. I got the result I wanted, though it is kinda difficult to get it right. Hair options are chef's kiss. After so many years of shitty and ugly hair, getting these options with these physics?? It's some of the best in-game hair I've ever seen and I'm amazed it's from Bioware lol.

But yeah... only 3 choices from DAI carry over and that is so disappointing. DAI made it sound like the choice of who drinks from the Well was gonna have major consequences, but I doubt that's gonna come back in any way. I feel like Bioware went with what they consider canon (Morrigan drank) without offering an alternative, but I'll withhold judgment until I see how the Inquisitor is gonna be involved and what they'll end up doing.

I haven't tried rogue yet, I'm saving that for my second playthrough. Mage takes some getting used to because the attacks with the staff are slower compared to how it was in DAI (and I'm not quite sure yet if I like the mage dagger/orb combo, haven't tried it enough) but after unlocking some skills and getting more used to the abilities I'm liking it more. It's definitely a more complicated combat system compared to previous games and I did turn the difficulty way down. I'm so bad with combos and we only get 3 potions at a time, which is... not enough lol.

Also YES the slow running is soooo annoying! I pray when the first mods are made, one of them increases the default running speed. Sprinting is fast enough but constantly having to press the thumbstick irks me. I haven't tried keyboard and mouse yet though.

I like the armor system but again, haven't seen enough of it yet. There seem to be quite a few armors you can unlock and I love that we can change the appearance without changing the stats. I don't know if you saw the Lord of Fortune armors in the CC, but the Aspirational armor from that faction is just... what the actual fuck. I do NOT want to run around in whatever the hell that is. It's so skimpy.

Agreed, the maps are gorgeous and so is Solas XD Overall, I'm really enjoying the game so far.

Also! Photomode! I didn't know that was going to be a thing so cue my surprise when I saw that pop up in the menu!

A bunch of my random, non-story initial opinions of Veilguard, with the knowledge that I do and will love this game no matter what, because I need somewhere to put them all:

I kind of hate the color customization system?? I cannot figure out the brightness and saturation levels to make the colors I want. Am I just dumb?? What am I doing wrong here that all the blonde options look green

I do love the stylized look of the game, it's different from DAI but it has a unique flavor and the colors are very lush (for once in a DA game lol)

So far, rogue has been more fun for me than mage. Haven't tried warrior yet.

i wish we could have customized Inky's arm/prosthetic even a little

It's so cool that we get body tattoos and scars and we can customized which ones go where. Would have loved to be able to mix and match but I know we can't have everything (sigh).

It's pretty apparent as someone who has background with the games, but it would've been cool to have the tattoos labelled "Dalish," "Dwarven," "Lord of Fortune," "Crows," etc for story reasons (even though I'm sure it only matters to the small percent of us who are into the fanfic side of things lol)

Elven ears are huge again and we can't change that. lol it's whatever i guess

The thing about customizing heads based on 3 different heads is...hmm. It's difficult to get the hang of, but I'm glad that you can customize it so much? Still, it's been hard for me to figure out how to make that look good.

they let us check our character in different lighting and with different armor!! great idea

terrible idea: only 3 previous worldbuilding choices. I got spoiled to this so I was prepared. but what the heck was the point of the Keep? why did we waste our time with all of that if none of it was carrying over? Way to flush the previous 15 years of story down the drain. Who's the leader of Orlais and Ferelden? Who's Divine? Who got left in the Fade? Guess it doesn't matter at all! I'm okay that we don't know where our Hero of Ferelden is, it's been long enough in game that their part is done, but Hawke? boo.

At first I was so excited about the "random" name generator! But it's literally just like 15 pre-made names not sorted by race naming conventions that you cycle through. Could've been cooler. oh well I know most of their demographic just wants to kill things I guess

The elves look like dwarves to me for some reason? like they're stockier now, not lithe like DAI. Just takes some getting used to.

While I kind of miss the open world a tiny bit, just for the sake of feeling like we're truly exploring and less "point A to point B," it's also nice not to feel like i'm wasting hours of my time just walking through open nothingness and getting a million meaningless fetch quests

The voices are all so good

Rook's moves are cool, they're fun to play

Speaking of, why do we walk so slowly?! I'm sprinting 100 percent of the time.

Miss the search function for items, even the highlight/glimmer is faint enough with the lighting of the maps I missed a bunch of stuff the first ten minutes

I wish we had a teensy bit more unique dialogues/reactions based on our background/race, so far it's been quite a small amount

I'm undecided on the whole...armor system thing

the maps are gorgeous

I love how many settings we can customize, it's great. I don't care about combat and I can make that part so much less annoying and save myself a bunch of time spamming attacks to get back to the story, which is what I care about, lol

Solas is so hot like this. wow