#reminds me of the time I got overwhelmed because 'there are many clouds!' and I didn't know what to do

[carrot-felisidad]

Thinking of the fic in where Furihata Kouki brought Akashi Seijuurou to the groceries store and my boy got so excited but he got sensory overload because "There are many things!"

Just makes me happy thinking about it

[pitchouna]

Meeting Goku x reader headcanons!!

(It's an AU where Chi-chi doesn't meet Goku because I love my girl and I simply hate angst.)

May be ooc since it's my first time writing </3 but overall it's just Fluff!!

Haven't checked for any spelling mistakes I'm too lazy.

Okay so I've recently became a Goku simp and Dragon Ball lover, and I've noticed there's little to no works about him. Which surprised me with how popular the DB series are. Anyways we'll talk about this another time let's begin!!

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To Begin, you and Goku met during the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament where you both fought.

Even though you were beaten easily, Goku was amazed to find a strong woman for the first time. He immediately fell in love. (he's too dumb to figure it out and needed Krillin's help.)

Which lead him to ask to train and spar together when you'd both be free. So like everyday.

But of course it wasn't enough interaction for our lovely saiyan so Krillin's helped his best bud having dates ideas such as going to the beach together, going on restaurants (sadly you're the one paying

You two even nap together!!

As you guys may know, this man has got no experience about what personal space means.

So don't be surprised if you get trapped in a hug randomly if you guys nap together!!

No matter how far your beds are he'll randomly find a way to stick with you.

Of course there are some days where Goku may piss you off..

For exemple, when he asks too many dumb questions that your brain just want to disconnect.

Or when you simply don't want to train yet Goku doesn't understand why since training is literally all his life so he could be overwhelming without knowing it.

So you see theses excuses we use when we're too lazy to go out with friends? That was your first thought.

You'll sick to not train since it's the only way to escape training you found yet.

With how dumb he is, you could easily avoid the senzu beans solution.

Unless someone reminds him about it... ( Either it's Krillin, Yamcha etc... )

When learning who told him about it you'll always have a grudge against them.

You'll always be able to count on Bulma though!! Since she knows how men could be such a pain.

Y'all are besties forever and goes shopping at least once in the month (She's such a generous BFF she'll pay for everything)

You both always gossip.

However, Goku hates the days when you go hang out with Bulma.

He's just so bored.. Even if he can train, nap and eat as much as he'd like which is supposed to be his favourite hobbies it won't help..

He just has the need urge to see you!!

So sometimes, when he knows where you and Bulma hangs out, he'll randomly pop up out of nowhere with the Nimbus cloud.

Disappointed, Bulma still gets the message and sometimes will leave you two alone.

"Huh leaving already Bulma? You usually stay longer!" You exclaimed confused as why she was packing up so early.

"Sorry n/n! I just remembered I have a special meeting with some scientists!! Here's the money to pay for the addition. See ya!!" Bulma said in a rush as she left too much money on the table.

"Hold on Bulma you-" You were about to yell so she could take the money back before Goku interrupted you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"It's too late Y/n she's already gone now! Why don't you accept the money?" Goku said with his usual innocent which made you sigh in disbelief. Yet you didn't felt like scolding him right now you were too tired.

"I hope you don't want us to spar or train right now.. I'm too lazy." You mumbled with an irritated voice not wanting to deal with that right now.

"Heheee.. I just wanted to see you!!" Goku chuckled with his usual goofy smile that you started to like so much (But you didn't wanted to admit it yet...)

"You interrupted me and Bulma for that?.."

"But she has to go anyways!!"

"... Fair point."

Too lazy to argue further you just decided to let him win only this time. Since it was very late and you are the laziest person ever.

"Oh!" You heard Goku yell and wondered what that was about.

"Hm? What's up?" You asked him wanting to know what's on his mind.

"How about I take you on a ride home on the Nimbus? We'll get to watch the stars together!!" Goku said patting the Yellow cloud beside him.

"I guess I wouldn't mind..." You said as a small smile appears on your face.

Knowing that only pure-hearted people can go on it you decided to put a hand on the Nimbus and not to your surprise it went through it. Goku seemed very surprised though.

"How? You're one of the kindest person I know!!" Goku frowned wondering why that didn't work but you just chuckled at how innocent and cute dumb he was.

"That's not how it works Goku.."

"How does it works then?"

"I'll explain you another day. I'm too lazy right now... But what do we do now??

After your question, Goku put a hand on his chin thinking about a solution. He found it faster that what you were expecting.

" What about you get on my lap?" Goku said smilling innocently which made you blush.

"Why are you all red so suddenly Y/n??" You just brush it off not wanting to break his innocence of the poor guy.

"Just forget it alright? I'll go on your lap."

Goku chuckles in happiness hearing this. He wasted no time sitting on the Nimbus cloud and putting you on his lap.

He also took the opportunity to place his chin on your head. Which made you blush a little.

"Ready Y/n ?" Goku said Holding your waist. Too lazy as always you just nodded with a hum.

The Nimbus started to make it's way towards your home, as you took the opportunity to watch the beauty of the sky.

Goku smiled at your amazement, he found you so cute.

" Like what you're seeing Y/n?" Goku asked, his happiness obvious in his voice.

However, he heard nothing.

"Y/n ??" Goku asked looking at you just to find you asleep.

Oh well... He was already happy having you in his arms

He made a big detour to enjoy this moment even if you were sleeping.

Oh my god this took much longer than expected... The way I decided to randomly write headcanons out of nowhere instead of finishing my homeworks is wild. I hope y'all will like this!! If not I'll probably kms but it was very fun to write though!!

Will maybe do that another time if I don't forget this account 😭😭

Take care <33

[moonysbxtch0]

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Part 10 : Grindylow Hunt

Pairing: Professor Lupin x reader

Summary: Reader tries to find the Grindylow, too bad she has to do so when she's overwhelmed by her emotions from the close full moon.

Warnings: mastrubation (m) ,slight mentions of violence.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/119629324

Fuck Remus Lupin. That asshole was dead serious about you getting him a grindylow.You had tried to change his mind a couple times, tried to offer a better deal but he insisted on his own.Not only that but every time you brought up the topic in a sarcastic tone he would blackmail you , threatening to actually tell McGonagall about you and the twins. So,with that thought on mind,on Sunday you woke up, body betraying you in every single way.It felt limp and you were too tired to even stand up. You wanted to sleep but you couldn't and you shouldn't if you still wanted to be a student here.

He's not getting out of this easily. You kept reminding yourself as you got ready. You cussed professor Lupin the whole time ,when you brushed your teeth... spitting on the sink harshly imagining you did so on his face ,when washing your face and then angrily drying it with a towel,when your pants ripped from anger as you tried to put them on,when your hair tangled when you tried to brush it, when you couldn't find you wand and as you slammed the door of your room, descending down the stairs.

"What in the Merlin's left ball?" You were faced with Percy. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book , enjoying the warmth of the crackling fireplace." Who died?"

"Hmm?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him.You were feeling irritated and didn't have any patience to decipher Percy's jokes so early in the morning. Just thinking that he would stay on the room while you had to go out in this cold made your blood boil. Life's unfair.

"It's Sunday, you're up early. I should mark this day on my calendar." He looked dumbfounded. Shut the fuck up Percy. That's what you wanted to say to him. Full moon was going to happen in about a week and unfortunately you got hit with one of the worst emotions, irritation.

"Lower your head ,keep reading that book and mind your business." You frowned and shoved your hands angrily in your pockets.

"Are you having your period? You're in a bad mood." Being dumb was a Weasley treat because even if you were it wasn't any of his business. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.You were mad at Lupin,Percy didn't have to be the person you express your anger at.

"See you around." You started walking in the fat lady's direction, trying to get out of the room before you started an unnecessary fight with Percy for no reason.

"Where are you going?" He raised his voice.Now even if you wanted to tell him th truth ,you couldn't. If you said that you had detention,he would start asking questions and eventually you might slip and tell him the actual reason you woke up so early. Plus you had to leave before Oliver woke up,you lied to him the other night and told him you weren't feeling well and couldn't make it to Hogsmade with him. If he saw you looking perfectly fine now ,he would think that you made an excuse to not go with him and you didn't want him to think that you were ignoring him.

"Out for a walk. Don't tell Oliver that you saw me." You forced a smile as you faced Percy but the look on your eyes made him gulp.

"Okay..."

<•>

You were laying on the grass,close to the lake,hands behind your head staring at the clouds which were changing shape frequently. You were thinking of ways that could help you catch a Grindylow without getting wet but till now you hadn't thought of anything. You hadn't learnt any spells like that and that made you groan in frustration.You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

At least you had a general idea how to catch one , thanks to your reading yesterday. You came across many useless information,you even read a book written from your previous defence against the dark arts professor,Gilderoy that turned out to be pure trash. The only helpful information you found was an article written by Newt Scamander who had managed to catch one and keep it in a jar. You had made sure to bring a jar with you.You sighed heavily and rested your weight on your forearms now.Maybe you could try to summon one?

"Accio grind-" you stopped yourself.What if you summoned more than one? Plus it's not like it would magically land on your hands anyway. Fuck. You had no other choice but to swim inside the lake. If you died ,you would fucking stalk that Remus Lupin for an entirety, that was a promise.

You stood near the lake, trying to not think too much about the risks of getting killed.You could do this. Twelve transformations a year and you still hadn't died ,a little water wasn't going to change that...or so you hoped. Not thinking too much about it , without a second thought you jumped into the water. You were freezing,it was cold... actually the word cold didn't even describe the temperature of this water.You should have been more careful when you got inside but it was too late. It felt as if your heartbeat slowed. You took deep breaths and gave your body time to get used to the water's temperature. Eventually it did ,you grabbed hold of your wand and casted the bubble-head charm.

You slowly sunk down,not moving too fast , trying to be wary of your surroundings. The lake might be one of the scariest places in the school but in a way you found it beautiful.Not just because of the view because as you kept swimming you noticed many life forms,co-living and not disturbing each other, clearly not minding one another.Only if it was the same with humans,your life would be much more easy,not having to be judged your whole life,not having to worry about showing the true you,your true colours without the fear of being prejudiced for being a werewolf.

You had yet to spot a Grindylow even after about half an hour of being down here and by the looks of it you wouldn't find any if you didn't do something soon. You stopped for a moment, moving your limbs to keep you floating without sinking further and tried to find a solution. It didn't take you much time to think of one.You muttered a tracking spell and soon a net of white strings appeared in front of you. You tried to focus on finding what you came here for in the first place and tried to ignore the white strings ,which located the other creatures and then soon enough a red string appeared. You found them. You just had to follow it.

They were smart,you would give them that.They had hidden under a beautiful dark red rock and never in a million years would you have thought to check there. You eventually went close to it, using professor Lupin's tip to levitate it and soon enough a group of baby Grindylows ,which were sleeping appeared in front of you.They seemed harmless like this and you were glad their mothers weren't around. You managed to get close to them and slowly grabbed one of them, sealing it on a jar just as Newt had done. You charmed the jar and made it shrink so it would fit inside your pocket. You levitated the rock back to where it was but as you did ,you lost concentration for a moment because you thought you heard something and it nicked your thigh. It didn't hurt but the blood wasn't a good sign. It had a certain smell that might attract certain dangerous creatures so with that thought you started swimming back to the surface.

You had a smile on your face,you were sure that Lupin didn't think that you would actually get him one and couldn't wait to see the expression on his face. You felt relieved,he won't snitch and you won't get expelled.Though the twins owe you big time for this...they should have been here with you. You were finally seeing light from the surface, just a few more meters and you would be able to leave and never come back.

Whatever smile you had on your face , vanished quickly when you felt something slippery wrap around your ankle. You frantically moved your head down only to see a group of angry adult Grindylows swim in your direction,one of them having grabbed hold of your ankle and gripping it as if its life depended on it. You were screwed.

<•>

Remus had closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the hot water that hit his skin. One hand was resting on the cold piles of the wall and the other one was resting against his side. He let out a deep groan as he felt the pain from his body leave just for the shortest moment. He was tired,both mentally and physically today.

Full moon was only a week away and he already had start feeling restless.What he actually hated this time that made him feel tired mentally was the emotion that decided to accompany this month's full moon. He threw his head back and let the water splash his face, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. He felt something between his legs twitch and the thought that he would have to deal with being rock hard for about a week was killing him.

He tried not to give his cock any attention, even though it was starting to become painful. He didn't want to risk it because last time Remus had sat on his desk, pulled his cock out of his pants and had started jerking off images of a certain witch had come to his mind. Her taking his cock in her mouth,inch by inch, gagging on it , eyes watering because she couldn't fully fit him there had made Remus feel guilty for days and ashamed of himself as he had cleaned the mess he had created on his pants and shirt.

Sure he hadn't sat down with the thought of beating his meat while thinking of you,he had tried to use the time as a stress reliever but when it took a dark turn ,it only increased his stress. Sure,it was his fault for that much he was sure. He had been teasing you since day one , had even made sexual remarks...he knew that he shouldn't have done so, he's supposed to maintain professionalism but something about you makes him get out of his skin.

Opening his eyes slowly and looking down,he noticed that his erection hadn't gone down in the slightest. Oh Merlin,he was screwed. He knew what would happen if he touched himself but if he didn't he would have to suffer all day...he needed to cum,he had time to feel guilty after. For now he had to get himself out of this agonizing state. So with that thought,he wrapped a hand around his cock and bit his lip hard , groaning in the process. This felt good...even if the person he imagined as soon as he moved his fist up and down was going to probably hate him if she knew what he did when he thought about her,how he sullied her image,how he imagined that he would defile her... didn't stop Remus from making himself cum,your name falling from his lips.

"Fuck." His chest was moving up and down fast,his fist was covered with white liquid ,the piles were covered in small white maps but none of that mattered. " The fuck is wrong with me?" He muttered as he slammed his forehead against the wall.

<•>

"Relashio" you moaned the revolusion jinx, forcing the Grindylow to remove its hold from your ankle. You had no time to zone out so with that thought,you swam as fast as you could, thanks to your lycanthropy which gave you extra stamina you were out in no time.You crawled out of the lake , coughing on the process and then your body fell to the ground. You made it out ,safe.

"In your face ,Lupin." You shouted and smiled as you punched the air.

<•>

In a matter of twenty minutes you had dried your clothes,had reversed the shrinking spell on the jar,had cleaned the small wound on your thigh ,had found the twins and asked for their help to locate professor Lupin using the marauders map and now you were standing in front of his private chambers door.

You gulped, should you perhaps wait for a better moment to hand him the Grindylow...it felt like you were overstepping his boundaries by being here. What if he thought that you were a stalker? Wait. You almost died because of him today,if anyone should feel guilty, it's him. You moved your eyes from left to right then rasped your knuckles on the hard wood , waiting for him to open the door,hand him the Grindylow,make a sarcastic comment,mock his attempts of blackmailing you the past few days and live your life happy ever after.

The door creaked open, revealing professor Lupin but the second you saw him,your train of thoughts was interrupted. Your eyes were glued on him,your heart was beating fast...what the hell?! He must have just gotten out of the shower because the only thing he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist.Water droplets were forming trails all over his naked upper body, which was quite ripped...he didn't look like he would be hiding all that under those clothes of his. His cheekbones were flushed in a warm red ,nose shining and his eyes' colour was even more noticeable...

"Poppy-" he was drying his hair with another towel." I told you that you didn't have to-" he stopped talking when his eyes landed on you.

Something was wrong with you...your throat felt sore,your lips were dry.You couldn't even control the way your voice trembled as you spoke."Professor."

"Y/N." His voice dropped a few octaves lower than usual.

"Eh..."you gulped, trying to get hold of your thoughts. Nervously licking your lip ,you spoke." Your...errand." You moved the jar in his direction, moving your eyes to the side, trying to ignore the way he was raking your body with his eyes , trying to not do the same.

"Right." He ran a hand through his hair, puffing his cheeks and sighing in the process. You heard his footsteps closing in and when he closed the distance you had to physically restrain yourself from making any reaction when his toxicating smell of arousal filled your nose. It was...what the hell was he doing before you arrived here? You closed your eyes and the quick fragment of the professor touching himself that appeared on you mind,made your abdomen clench,your cheeks heat up and your chest burn. The realisation hit you...it wasn't irritation that you would have to deal with this month,hell you wished if that would be the case,you actually had to deal with being horny for a whole week...Oh Merlin." I think you can let go of it,I got it." His voice was strained and hoarse and for the moment your whole nervous system was malfunctioning.

"Eh... sorry." You moved your eyes to his , only to find him already staring at you with this darkened expression...his eyes...no. You were reading too much into this. You let go of the jar and he held the top of it with one hand."Deal closed?" You found it hard to speak,it felt like a struggle to even form simple words in the moment.

He rubbed his neck and moved his eyes to the side, eyebrows furrowed."Yes. I'll keep my word,no worries."

"Thank you..." You let the words linger on the air... waiting for him to say something but he refused to even meet eyes with you again."Guess I'll see you around...sir."

He ran his palm over his face,from his forehead,down to his chin and then back to his forehead, sliding his hair back then locking eyes with you again." See you around,Y/N."

Part 11:

[scoobysnakz]

Hard Luck

Chap iv

It’s hard finding love when your sole reason to live is your daughter, but when her best friends dad is annoyingly attractive and might have something to do with your rent randomly getting paid, who can blame you for being a little curious?

||* mostly fluff, Raya being an undiagnosed autistic child bc I'm plotting something evil, domestic Miguel if you squint, slightly pervy reader, mentions of oral reader receiving, reader being a silly fan-girl, cliff hanger bc why not.

Guilt. It's an overwhelming feeling that sits in the pit of his stomach in a way he's far too familiar with.

Miguel can name all the good and bad things about guilt. The way it allows you to be held accountable for your actions makes, your mind fray with culpability. How it can prevent someone- him- from doing something that will drive them- him- insane and remind them- him- that they have to have morals that keep them- him- grounded. Or else… or else.

There have been plenty of times Miguel has felt culpability and they have all been about something much more drastic than this. He's lost people, a family, so, so many versions of his family.

He needs to get this universe right. The thought of losing Gabi again makes his gut clench and that ticking in his jaw form again.

The first time it had happened, people had been upset for him, Peter had left him alone without being asked more than once and Jess was just the right amount of critical and loving. They were his guilt.

Then it happened again. And again. And again. And then people were becoming concerned for him, but the kind where they scolded and questioned him so he stopped telling people each time he found a universe he could live in. That first universe was the only one he destroyed he's made sure of that.

And yet he's feeling so intensely guilty for his stalker-like tendencies when he's done much worse.

He knows he shouldn't have followed you, waited for you to enter the shop and prayed to anyone above that your card would cancel. But he needed to get your number- for parental reasons of course. And now he has it.

“I can't do that again,” Miguel groans, hand sliding down his face as he slumps into his chair.

Lyla snickers at him, hands covering her face while her legs kick in the air. Miguel looks over at her, expression unamused.

“It was a complete betrayal of her trust,” his fingers drum on the smooth wood of his desk.

“Don’t think the two of you had a trusting relationship, considering you only just got her number.” her teasing earns her a wave of dismissal.

“I’m this close,” he holds his hand in the air, thumb and index finger millimetres away, “from replacing you.” His leg bounces up and down, jaw tightened and lips pursed.

She scoffs at him and waves a blurred-out finger at him before slumping down on his desk. “But if you replace me how will you watch your girlfriend?”

“You aren't funny. I was watching her because I needed… her daughter is Gabi’s friend I can't have her being some scumbag.” his tone is harsh, fed up, and irritated, but he can't bite back the grin that forms at her teasing.

“She isn't a scumbag…”

Lyla hums in feigned disagreement, her minute pixelated frame now perched on his shoulder as she smirks up at him.

“She’s nice… to me, and old people.”

He glances out the window, dark clouds threatening rain as they swarm the grey sky. He sighs and looks back over at Lyla. He came to this universe for Gabi.

But he can't stop himself from thinking back to the way you smelt. The faint coconut and the mellowness of your washing powder settled gently against his skin like a thin, taunting mist, teasing his stiffening cock.

He relishes the way you let him pull you near. How easily you submitted to the man who hasn't even had a proper conversation with you and pretended to be his partner- his wife. How you put up such a lazy fight against it that it felt almost playful. How your eyes softened the moment you saw him. How you allowed him to help you despite the embarrassment that followed it.

“When you’ve finished being hopeless lover boy,” Lyla chirps, “you might want to y’know be Spiderman.”

***

Miguel didn't expect his offer to go so well. He just assumed that being stuck with two nine-year-old girls for a few hours would be hell but it's surprisingly entertaining.

He knows Gabi inside and out, yet when she's with Raya she's different. And it doesn't feel forced.

The two of them spent ages trying to figure out a flavour because they obviously had to have the same one. They both ended up choosing chocolate, much to Miguel’s distaste. And then when Gabi wanted a sprinkle cone but Raya wanted a plain one they ended up getting tubs.

“It's because she's my best friend, papá,” Gabi had stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which had made him chuckle.

“How was school?” he asks, feeling a little left out of the conversation.

Raya’d attention is immediately diverted towards him, wide eyes following each movement of his face. “It was fun,” she says quietly- shyly, making sure to swallow before speaking. It’s good table manners

“Papá, we’re talking!” Gabi whines with a pout, “Raya doesn't want to tell you about her day because you're boring.”

So he sits there, practically spilling out of the tiny metal chair, watching them laugh at him and whatever else makes girls their age giggle the way they are. He keeps a smile on his face and his phone on vibrate, waiting for you to reply to his text, or read it at least.

***

Your back arches with ecstasy, hips jolting upwards towards the source of your pleasure. You can feel your gummy walls clenching and when you look down to see what it is that's sliding inside your cunt, you’re met with the sight of the top of someone's head.

Thick, brown curls, all unfurled as you slide your fingers away. They look familiar in a way that makes you feel giddy.

Desperate to see who’s providing this bliss, you push their head away. You’re left with an achy, empty feeling as they pull their fingers out of you and drag their tongue off your puffy folds but you'll have to push past it. Maybe whine a little, but you'll manage.

You look down, brain too fuzzy with arousal to even process Miguel’s deep, chocolatey eyes gazing up at you. He's smiling boyishly, fangs poking over the tops of his perfectly formed, lips that are coated in a deliciously thick layer of your arousal.

“Can I keep going, Hermosa?” his velvety voice rumbles, sending chills down your spine.

Before you get a chance to beg for more than his skilled fingers and soft tongue, the sound of a traumatic radar sound blares and you’re forced awake.

You lie there for a moment, one hand lazily slung across your forehead while the other grips your mouth.

You can't tell if it's guilt or arousal but you can't think straight. All you know is that you just had a painfully realistic dream of a man you barely know eating you out. Part of you wishes it lasted longer but that's beside the point.

There's an uncomfortable slickness between your thighs and you're slightly tempted to do something about it but the constant ringing of your alarm reminds you that you do, in fact, have some form of common sense.

Ignoring the guilt that's swimming in your gut, you sit upright, legs dangling over the edge of the sofa. You sit there for a moment, trying to figure out if you should be feeling that guilt or if it's your brain’s fault. You settle for the latter.

Yawning, you pick up your phone, scanning for notifications you know aren't there. A few from the weather app, another from a period tracking app that says your ovulating (that explains the dream- hopefully) and then… a text from Miguel.

It's one of those texts that you don't know how to reply to, it's got a simple answer but that's rude and all of the emojis are far too informal for someone you have saved as ‘Gabi’s dad’

You stare at Miguel’s text. Let the letter jumble up and scramble into unintelligible blobs as your eyes start to sting with tears before you allow yourself to blink.

I’ve got the girls. Could you text me your address so I can drop Raya off later?

He’s got the girls and now he wants your address. That's the part that makes it so hard to reply.

You don't live in the nicest of areas, graffiti in the stairwell that you have to use because the lift stinks of piss, loud neighbours and a possibly dead cat stuffed into one of the bins at the entrance.

It's embarrassing.

Miguel’s a tailored man, with slicked-back hair and freshly ironed clothes. You contemplated lying about your address, tell him it's some random house, meet him outside before quickly running off with Raya to get the bus.

But you don't want her growing up ashamed of not having money. You can't have her becoming a pompous brat who whines about not getting things. Because that's not who is she now, nor will she ever be.

You tap the smooth glass of your phone screen over and over again with your thumb before forcing yourself to reply. And almost immediately you get a reply

‘👍’

You can't stop the smile that forms on your lips at how fast his response is, he was probably on his phone or coincidentally looking checking his notifications when you sent the text.

But now you have nothing to do. You couldn't pick up an extra shift because- thanks to your stupidity- you somehow forgot that you can't randomly change your hours as a carer. And apparently, you can't even sleep without being a pervert.

Sleep sounds nice though. Your eyes are heavy with countless nights of single-digited hours of sleep. It's pulling at your brain in a way that makes your thoughts fuzzy and your body slowly sinks back into the sofa again.

A loud thudding noise startles you from your sleep. It's repetitive and loud so your first instinct is to slam off your alarm but when you see a blank screen you divert your fatigued brain to the front door.

Completely forgetting about Raya being out with Miguel and Gabi, you pull the door open. You look a mess, mascara smudged and eyes heavier than the weights he probably lifts with those delicious arms…

“Mum,” Raya mumbles, her face buried in her chest as pulls you close.

You stumble back, fighting back a yawn, and nearly fall onto the sofa but Raya pulls you forward. “Hey, baby,” you smile down at her, laughing awkwardly at nearly making a complete fool of yourself.

You drag your gaze up to Miguel, his board shoulders filling out the doorway while his hand clutches onto Gabi’s.

“Miguel,” your voice is groggy but cute and it makes him feel safe on the inside, “Thank you for having her.” You go to playfully nudge Raya but she's no longer next to you, now shyly hidden behind you, clutching into your shirt.

“She has beautiful manners,” his voice is like velvet that's been melted by a log fire and poured on top of Valentine's chocolates.

He looks down at you, eyes briefly tearing away from you to discreetly inspect your apartment. It's cute, homely, you. Lots of blankets and cushions, picture frames dotted around, and a random coat stand that stands bare.

“Would you like to come in?” you offer, attempting to stifle another yawn, failing to succeed as pleasantly the last time.

Miguel opens his mouth, pretty lips parted so perfectly that your half-awake brain might just fall for him on the spot.

“Please, papá! Raya said she has a bunch of teddies!” Gabi pleads, her accent bearing a striking resemblance to Miguel’s.

Before he gets a chance to decline, she pushes past him and skips over to Raya. She grabs her hand and almost immediately her awkwardness melts away as they run into her room.

“Sorry, she's really-”

“Bold?” you offer, head cocked to the side.

“Yeah... Let's go with that version.”

The two of you share an awkwardly dry chuckle before you both look away.

“Coffee?” you break the silence.

“Would be nice,” he finishes for you.

Nervously, you lead him to your minute kitchen island, kicking random toys out of the way before he gets a chance to see them.

As he walks through your apartment, your home, Miguel can't help but feel at ease. It's messy but not in an unhygienic way, you can just tell it's lived in happily.

The waterrings on the countertops, a random bag of bouncy balls left on the floor for someone to trip on. Miguel can imagine himself here, not living, but staying.

Maybe his shoes lazily kicked off in a slobbish pile on the sofa, Gabi’s coat slung on the unused coat rack next to Raya’s and yours.

“Sorry it's a mess, I was going to tidy up but I got… sidetracked. But I promise it's not normally this messy, just today. Which is strangely coincidental but it really isn't. And-”

“It's nice in here,” he cuts you off as if he couldn't hear what you'd just said.

His small slither of praise makes you smile. That toothrottingly sweet smile that makes every fibre of his being burn with arousal.

“Thanks.”

You turn your back to him, searching for your coffee before you grab a small glass jar that has instant coffee in it.

“Fuck,” you grumble, “its empty. So… no coffee for us,” you laugh.

He shrugs his shoulders and takes the jar from you.

“Bin?” he asks.

“There,” you point, “left side is recyclable and right is the other stuff.”

He opens the bin and drops the jar, smiling in satisfaction as it lands with a soft third. He lifts his foot from the pedal before catching a glimpse of red. Curious, he presses down on the pedal again and reads the block writing.

EVICTION NOTICE

[jedi-princess-kestis]

Paring: Gregor / F! reader insert

Summery: You are a Jedi who lost the love of your life.... Or so you thought when it seems like a ghost shows up at your door after you find the forget-me-not flower to remind you of the person you lost.

(This is a reader insert with descriptions of you as a female. So a female reader insert)

Word Count: 5K+

Warnings: swearing, character death, talk of battles, heavy smut (18+ only!) Angst with happy ending.

"I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw you were not perfect, and I loved you even more."

The feeling of being lost is an overwhelming thing. It consumes you, drives deep into your very soul. Makes you feel cold and hopeless as you wander through your days, like an never ending rain storm looming over your head, reminding you of all you lost. That empty feeling in your mind where something onces was is now gone, lost to time as your mind slowly slips away like a petal of a flower on the window in a summer breeze. You sit and wait for your mind to fix itself, to repair the damage that has been done, but the dark cloud haunts your mind like an old friend. You soon learn to accept it and move on with life. That you'll never get back what is now lost. Weeks had gone by and your mind was still a fragment of what it had once been, you were a fragment of what you had once been.

You were a Jedi Knight in the Grand Army of the Republic. You had been the General of FoxTrot Group, the Elite Commando Clones of the 212th. You lead your men beside Commander Gregor into battle time and time again. He had become your trusted friend, the person you leaned on when times got hard. You two watched out for each other and took care of each other. You formed a bond to the Clone that soon found his way into your heart. You knew it was wrong, as did he but you couldn't deny the pull that was between you too. So you grow closer, soon finding you couldn't sleep at night unless you were beside each other, keeping the nightmare did war at bay.

The memories of those times flooded your mind as you tried to sleep, his voice filling your ears as if he was in the room beside you. You could see his smile, the way his dark eyes were filled with light as he joked with you, or held you through a nightmare.

"Sometimes I wonder if this war was really worth it. But then I look around at you and your brothers and I see that I'm thankful it happened because if it hadn't… I never would have had you in my life." You said to Gregor one night as you campped out a few miles ahead of the 501th and 212th durning a mission. You two had taken first watch, so you sat under the 2 pale moons in the sky, watching the stars dance in the midnight light.

"Sometimes you can't help but feel like a pawn in someone's game thought. I'm not the only one that feels it. I was made to fight a war, it's all I know, but the Jedi, the people of places like this… they were never meant for a lifestyle they are forced to be apart of now. Sometime you have to wonder who is really behind all this." Gregor spoke after a moment. He glanced at you and hung his head in shame. "Sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have said something like that. It's not my place to question why I was made. I'm just here to serve."

You turned your body to face the Clone more and tapped his arm. "Is that you talking or the programing they forced into you on Kamino? You are a human being Gregor. I, as well as many, feel that you should have a life, hobbies, wants and needs outside of this war. To make you feel more a part of this Galaxy then you already are."You paused for a moment to let your words sink in for him. You wanted him to realize you didn't just see him as a Clone, but as a human being who had the right to feel things. "The Jedi were meant to the keepers of the peace, not soldiers. But most of my life as a Padawan and now Jedi life, I've been a soldier. It HAS become all I know. But without this war you never would have come to be. So be thankful for that. That you, Gregor, are apart of this Galaxy." You smiled at him as you squeezed his arm. You saw him smile and he leaned into you, touching his forehead with yours. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent, enjoying the feel of his skin on yours.

The memory flooded your mind as you remembered that sweet moment when the war let you have a moment to breath. That was the last simple moment you had with the Trooper before shit had gone wrong. Oh so wrong. The following battle Is one that wrecked your life, turning it around and upside down. You were never the same since then.

The battle of Sarrish.

It was bloodbath. So many troopers slaughtered where they stood. You tried so hard to save them, to keep them alive. But you couldn't. The ones that survived ran with you, fleeing the battle that you knew was a lost hope. You ran for your ship, Gregor and Lieutenant Jinks hot on your tail. Only a handful of men, hardly any at this point, made it back to the ship. You signaled for takeoff, just praying you could make it off that blasted planet in one piece.

"Report." You said, turning to face Gregor. You knew that loss was great, that the battle was a bust.

"We lost… all but 4 General…" Gregor spoke softly from under his helmet. You knew he was fighting back tears, blood staining his gear from trying to save his brothers. You hung your head and grabbed the back of the seat, your knuckles white from the grip. Tears freely rolled down your cheeks as you mourned the loss of your men. You took a shaken breath and stood up straight, smoothing down your hair, only to find it sticky with blood.

"General, you're wounded." Gregor spoke up before the ship jerked harshly, sending you flying into the wall behind you. With a groan you fell to the floor, your head pounding.

"What the hell?!" You yelled as sirens screamed around you. You felt a pair of hands grab your arm, hoisting you to your feet and pulling you down the hall of the ship.

"Go, go, go!" The owner of the strong pair of hands demanded in your ear as he pushed you along. You moved as fast as your shaken body would allow, your mind spinning from the wound and now probably a concussion. You were turned to the left and pushed down another hallway, the ship shaking violently once more.

"What's going on?" You asked in a shaken voice as you soon reached the escape pod room.

"Y/N I need you to get into that pod." Gregor said as he tapped the panel opening the pod door. You looked from the pod to him and back before shaking your head.

"You and the men need to get out of here." You said, trying to sound like a Leader and not a shaken and injured girl. Gregor shook his head and pulled off his helmet. His dark honey eyes found yours and you felt your heart stop for a second. He held onto both your arms and pulled you close, so your faces were only inches apart. His warm breath fanned over your face, his hands gripping your arms tightly.

"You need to go General." He said in a desperate sounding tone. The ship shook again, sending you into his arms as you tried to keep from falling over. He turned your bodies so you had your back to the pod.

"I won't leave without you Gregor." Your voice broke, tears threatening to spill. You knew that if you both soon didn't get off this ship, you would perish into the dark void of space. He smiled sadly at you as a small tear slipped down his cheek.

"It's my job to keep you alive. And if I die, then at least I can die knowing I gave you a chance to live." He said before bringing his forehead to yours in a Keldabe kiss, letting his nose brush yours softly. "Ret'urcye mhi." *Maybe we will meet again* He whispered before pushing you backwards into the pod, slapping the panel to shut the doors.

"NO!" You screamed as the pod launched from the ship into space. You slammed your hands against the glass window, watching as the ship carrying the man who had become so close to you, the man that had become your partner, the man that till this moment you didn't realize you loved…. Was hit with another blast from the ship chasing you and soon went up in flames. The ship that had been shooting at you pulled your ship in with a tractor beam before jumping to hyperspace, taking Gregor along with them. Your pod drifted in space as you cried, screaming and wailing at the loss. Your mind burned from the injury, your body weak and cold as laid on the floor of the pod. You didn't even realize you were being rescued till Kix was carrying you in his arms to the hospital wing of General Skywalker's ship. You begged for them to send a search party out of Gregor and the 3 other men. But it fell onto deaf ears. You were alive. The clones have done their job in keeping a Jedi alive to fight another fight. 'They did what they are made to do, and they are probably now dead. Be happy they gave their lives to save yours.' Mace Windo had told you when you begged him to send out troops to rescue your men. You sat there, stunned at the fact a Jedi could care so little about another life. That he just was fine with the fact that your men could be dead because 'it was the will of the Force.'

You didn't remember much after that day. Your mind is broken and your body dull and frailed since then. It had been months but you haven't returned to battle. You barely left your apartment near the clone base on Coruscant. You felt as though a piece of you was missing, as though your soul had died some that day. You were a shell of the person you had been. Once a great and fierce Jedi Knight, you were now a broken and scared woman. You had gown skinny, your hair dull and thin. Your eyes were sunken in, your cheek bones hollow. Kix came to check on you at least two times a week, to make sure you were at least eating and taking the vitamins he gave you. And you did, but they won't heal a broken heart and soul.

Then the news came.

Gregor had been found alive on Abafar.

This news shocked you. The ship had crashed landed on a remote, hostile, outerrim planet with no memory of who he was or how he got there. He lived there for months, working at a dinner till Colonel Gascon found him and restored his memory of who he was. Kix told you how Gregor fought beside Colonel Gascon, helping in the escape. Then he told you the rest of the story.

There had been an explosion, Gregor had been in it. It was believed he may have been killed in battle… once again. The joy that flooded your heart stopped, tears filling your eyes once more. Once again your love could be lost to the Galaxy. He had been alive and no one went for him. Now he could be dead… again… and you had no way of getting to him to check if he had made it.

That was 2 weeks ago that Kix had come to your door and told you the news. You tried to move on, to accept the fact that Gregor was not going to be in your life anymore. You started to pick up the pieces of your shattered mind and rebuild. You showered for the first time in weeks. You dawned your Jedi robes for the first time in months. You pulled your hair up into a soft sock bun on top of your head and put on light makeup to hide the bags under your eyes. You went to the Temple training room to use your lightsabers for the first time since Sarrish. You knew Gregor wanted you to live. That is what he told you before you lost him. He gave his life, so you had a chance to keep living. So how could you deny him any longer his last wish?

You walked the halls of the temple that you had been avoiding for months. You had shut yourself off from the Force, from the teachings of the Jedi. You needed to mourn what you lost. But now you needed to live. So you took the first step. You say Anakin and Obi-Wan walking towards you and you gave them a soft smile.

"Y/N! So good to see you and about once more." Obi-Wan said reaching out to pull you into a hug. You smiled at your old friend before wrapping your arms around him. You missed this. Being touched, feeling another living breathing body close to you. Kix would come and sit, but he never touched you, as though he was afraid you would shatter into a million pieces.

"Hello Obi-Wan." You said softly as you hugged the Jedi Master. He patted your back and gave you a squeeze before letting you go. You turned to Anakin and his smile lit up his face.

"Hey there Y/N." He smiled as he pulled you into a hug. You smiled and hugged him back before pulling away and taking a deep breath.

"So where are you heading?" Obi-Wan asked you as you pulled your robes tighter to your body. You had lost weight, your robes hanging loose around your arms and hips. You were glad Obi-Wan didn't ask you how you were, or how things have been, choosing to move on.

"I felt like it was time to start training again. So I'm going to the gym." You answered. Anakin smiled and Obi-Wan nodded his head. He crossed his arms and ran a hand through his beard.

"Well that sounds like a splendid idea. Have fun Y/N, with your training." He spoke before waving his at Anakin and the two walked off with a nod of their heads. You watched them go before going down the hall and taking a right down another hall. You could feel the Force flowing and weaving its way through the halls, flowing through and around the people inside the building. It felt good to open up to the Force once more, letting it fill your body with it's energy. You made your way into the training room and took off your robe, taking your lightsaber into your hand. You turned on the green blade and felt it's power in your hands. Taking a deep breath you started spinning and twirling the blade around in your hands. You spun and jumped, letting the training from the years of living at the Temple come back to you. The power that flooded your body was like an old friend, one you welcomed back with open arms.

You have no idea how long you have been in the training room, but you are tired, sore and hungry. Your body screamed at you to stop. Your mind felt clear for the first time in months, as though a fog was starting to lift it's haze. You were breathing heavily but you felt happy. You turned off your saber and clipped it to your belt, fixing your hair a bit before walking out of the room. You slowly may your way through the halls, letting the energy of the Force spill and flow around you. Soon you reached the main doors and pushed them open, going down to where your speeder bike was and getting on. You went to Dex and picked up some food, enjoying the smell of Caf and fryed dishes he was making all day. Once you got your food and Caf, you walked back outside and started walking for your speeder bike. As you walked you saw a lady selling flowers from a little stand. You saw bright blue small flowers that looked liked moonlight in your mind.

"What are these flowers called, Ma'am?" You asked as you picked up a flower.

"Ohh those are Forget-Me-Nots. They are a symbol of love for those we have lost or who can't be with us." The older woman said with a smile. You looked down at the blue flower and took a deep breath, breathing in it's sweet fragrance.

"Can I get a few of these please?" You asked softly as you handed her some credits to pay for the flowers. She pulled a dozen of the flowers and wrapped them in paper to keep them fresh till you got home. She gave you a smile as she handed you the flowers. She patted your hand and nodded her head at you gently.

"Whoever you are missing, loves you just as much." She spoke to you in a gentle tone before smiling and going back to her flowers. You felt your heart pull at her words and let them sink in. You knew she was right. That no matter what, he did what he did out of love. You went back to your bike and drove yourself back to your appointment and walked up the stairs to your door. You tapped the keypad and slipped in through your door, flipping the lights on. You put the flowers in a vase with water and sat them on your counter. You laid out the food you got from Dex and started to eat. You didn't realize you were this hungry till now. You were half way through your meal when a knock at your door sounded. Wondering who would be calling on you this late at night you got up from your seat. Kix was not due for another 2 days to visit so you knew it wasn't him. You walked to the door and hit the keypad to open it.

"Hello Y/N."

It was like all the air left your lungs. It was like a punch to the gut. You went pale, as though you saw a ghost. And at the moment you felt as if you had.

"How…." You could barely find your voice to speak. There standing before you was the man you loved.

"I'm alive Y/N. I'm here." Gregor spoke as he reached out a hand to gently brush a finger across your cheek, wiping away a tear you had no idea fell from your eye. You leaned into his touch and felt more years slip down your face.

"Gregor." You whispered his name. He walked into your appointment, shutting the door behind him. You have no idea what made you do it but you fell into his arms, pulling him close to you. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you close to him, your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat filled your ears, and it was music to you. His hands rubbed up and down your back as he cooed into your hair.

"How is this possible? They said you died on Abafar." You said breathlessly as you pulled away enough to look up into his honey eyes. He sighed and pulled you towards the sofa and sat you both down.

"I helped the Colonel get off the planet but there had been an explosion. I was injured and… my mind… it hasn't been the same. I remember who I am and things but… it's like I… I don't know… I feel like my mind has taken on a different personality at times. They say it's from all the trauma I had. But I'm still here. I'm alive. That's all that's important." He told you as he explained what happened to him. You listened to his every word, as if it was the only thing keeping you alive at that moment.

"I thought I lost you. That day… it's been so hard living when I thought you were dead Gregor." You spoke so softly, your voice breaking as you spoke. You hang your head as the tears start to flow once again. You hate feeling so weak. Gregor placed a finger under your chin and raised your head so your eyes met his once more.

"I would do it all again if it meant you got to live another day. I don't regret it. I don't regret saving you." His voice was thick and soft and it sent shivers down your spine.

"A life without you in it is not a life I want to be a part of anymore." You took his other hand onto yours and gave it a squeeze. "I need you." You didn't realize how heavy those words truly were till his eyes darkened and he moved his hand on your chin into your hair. His body moved closer to yours and you felt like all your nerves were filled with lighting. You licked your lips as his breath fanned across your face.

"I have thought about you since I got my memories back. You fill my every thought. And I hate that I never told you how I truly feel about you."

You moved a bit closer to him, your faces inches from each other. "Then tell me." You breathed. You have no idea who moved first, but next thing you knew his lips were on yours, hungry and filled with Passion, but also soft. His hand tangled into your hair, holding your head close as his other hand slipped to your hip. You knew you'd probably have bruises on your hip tomorrow from his grip but you didn't care. His lips moved against yours in perfect sync, stealing your breath away.

You finally pulled back to catch your breath, panting as you leaned your head against his. His fingers caressed your neck and collarbone, making you shiver. "I have thought about this moment for so long. I've loved you for so long… but I was so afraid I'd lose you if I said something. But then I did lose you and now… now I can't go another day without you knowing." Gregor whispered, his lips brushing your cheek as he spoke. You felt your heart flutter at his confession.

You looked into his eyes and smiled at him. "I love you too Gregor." The smile that spread across his face made you smile bigger before he stood up, pulling you to your feet before picking you up, a squeal falling from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his hips. He carried you back the hall to your bedroom and pushed the door open with his foot. He made his way over to your bed before slowly laying you down onto the mattress. He pushed some hair off your face before kissing you softly as his body hovered over yours. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. His hands slipped under your shirt and softly touched the skin of your belly as he kissed you.

"Do you want this?" He asked as he played with the hem of your shirt. His voice was thick and raspy as he looked down into your eyes. You knew what he was asking of you. If you were willing to break your code for him. To go against all you both knew to be together like this, to be with him. You felt the heat pool in your core and you slipped your hand down his chest till you found the hem of his shirt.

"I want you Gregor. All of you. Broken pieces and all." You spoke from the heart as you gazed into his honey eyes. He smiled before crashing his lips to your once more in a heated kiss. His hands slipped up your shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull it over your head, leaving you in your chest wrap. You hands pulled at his shirt, trying to tug it up his chiseled body. He chuckled Into your lips and pulled the shirt off in one swift movement, throwing it to the floor. Your hands roamed his body as his lips found home on your neck, nipping and sucking love marks down your throat. He tongue danced across your skin as he moved his way to the valley of your breast, his lips leaving soft marks I'm their wake. You moaned lightly as his tongue darted out, flicking across the slight bit of breast that was exposed from the top of your wrap. You arched your back up, trying to meet his tongue and his hand slipped under your back, popping the pins of your chest wrap. He slowly pulled the cloth away from your feverish skin and a deep throated moan that sounded like a growl came from his lips. He bent down, taking a perked nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling the bud with his tongue. You moaned and sighed, arching your back up to him, pleasure flooding your body as his hands started to play with the hem of your pants. Your nails dug into his shoulders, his smooth, firm skin under your fingertips.

He switched sides, his hand playing with the breast that he had just been sucking on, and moving his mouth over to the other to give it the praise it deceived. Your hand soon found his hair, tugging and combing through it making him moan against your skin. It sent shivers through your body. His lips soon made a path down your body, nipping soft marks into your skin, marking you as his. His lips stopped at your waistband and he glanced up at your before hooking a finger into the band, pulling the garments down your legs till you laid fully bare to him. His eyes were blown, his breath coming a bit faster. He let his eyes shamelessly look over your body.

"So fucking perfect." He moaned before moving down your body, hooking your legs over his shoulders. You gasped and looked down at him between your legs.

"What are you doing?" You panted out. He smiled up at you and gave you a wink.

"I'm probably your first, I want to make sure either way that you are good and ready for me baby." His tone did things to your body. You shivered and laid your head back against the pillow as he started to kiss your thighs. You jumped and yelped when his lips started to suck your small bundle without warning. He chuckled against you, sending ripples through your core. He placed a hand on your stomach to hold you down to the bed as he started to suck harder on your clit, and took his other hand, slipping a finger into your wet folds. You cried out, your body on fire with pleasure.

"Gregor…" was all you could say as the knot started to build. He hummed against you, making you feel even more wet as a second finger entered you. Your walls tighten around his digits, your body going into overdrive. He sucked and licked over your bud, pulling the orgasm from you as you thrashed about. Your moans and gasps filled the room as he kept lapping you up, pulling your orgasm out of you as long as he could. He then licked up all your juices, as though it was his last meal. Once he cleaned you up he slowly moved up your body, kissing and biting his way back up to your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips but you didn't care. Your breathing was heavy against his lips as he reached down to undo his pants, letting them slide down his hips. He broke the kiss to pull them off before coming back to your body.

"If you want me to stop tell me." He looked you right in the eyes as he spoke. You smiled before hooking a leg over his hip, the tip of his large cock brushing your wet folds making you both moan.

"I need you inside of me Gregor." You commanded. He smirked down at you and gave a mock salute.

"Sir, Yes Sir General." He said before he slowly started to push into you. He went slowly to let you get used to his size. He was splitting you open inch by inch but in a delicious way. You were both a mindless moaning mess by the time he bottomed out. He breath was hit against your neck as he leaned down onto you, trying to hold on as your tight walls wrapped around him.

"Fuck you are so tight. You feel so good." He praised you. "Are you okay? Ready for me to move?"

You nodded your head at him and he slowly pulled back, to the point he was almost out of you before snapping his hips back into yours, his cock so full and thick, hitting your sweet spot right away. You wrapped both legs around him, biting down on his shoulder as you cried out. He found a pace you could match, your hips snapping to meet each other with each thrust. His lips soon found yours in a breathy and messy kiss, your tongues fighting. He nipped at your bottom lip, pulling more sweet noises from your body. He cock dragged along your walls, making them tighten around him.

"Baby I'm not going to last long." He growled against your lips. You reached down and started to rub your bud, making your orgasm rise faster. "That's right Y/N, cum all over my big cock. I'm going to fill you so full baby. Make you all mine like I've wanted to for so long Y/N." He whispered dirty words into your ear, sending you over the edge. Your second orgasm hit you harder than the first, making you shake and cry out. Your body was in overload mode and it only made his own release all the more pleasurable. He soon came, filling your walls with his white hot cum. You felt his cum shooting inside of you, filling you till the point you felt you would bust. Soon your highs came down, and you laid there panting for breath with him. He laid on top of you softly, and he kissed you lightly before slowly pulling out, both of you whimpering from the loss of contact. Your body felt wrecked and used and you loved it. He got up and went to the refresher to grab a cloth to clean you up. A mix of his cum and yours spilled into your leg after he had pulled out. He soon cleaned you up, giving you his shift as he pulled on his boxers. You slipped the shirt over your head, letting it cover you. He moved up and laid down on the bed, pulling you to join him. You snuggled into his chest and listened to his heartbeat beneath you. He played with your hair as you both laid there in your after glow.

"I love you Gregor. I never forgot you. I can't live without you. You are my reason to keep going. I'm so happy you have come home to me." You whispered into his chest. He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. He nuzzled his nose into your hair and let out a happy sigh.

"I love you Y/N, and I will always come home to you. I'm not leaving you again." He spoke softly before pulling you face up to give you a soft kiss, one that held promise and love. One that told you how much he loved you, how much he needed you. You kissed him back, pouring your love into him, letting him know that no matter what, he would never be forgotten. That he was yours and you were his. Till the end of time.

[bluecanvasshoe]

Not Ellie

a quick little story i wrote about Ellie Williams. takes place after the aquarium encounter :)

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TLOU PART 2!!!!! angst, major character death, mentions of gagging, descriptions of injuries, hurt/no comfort, ellie is mentally not okay and what’s mentioned and talked about may be triggering, pacing is a bit weird. i’m tired

may or may not be cringe. idk. was beta read but only by one person because im scared of getting my work read by people close to me 😢 this is the first time i’ve ever posted my work online, so i’m happy to take criticism!

also. a song was added to this fic even though i never added one???? if u saw that no u didnt ignore it

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An overwhelming chill settled into Ellie’s bones as she weaved through the streets of Seattle. Rain pelted down around her, soaking the dirt at the bottom of potholes and pits left behind from bombs, a reminder of the government’s doings when the outbreak first began. Buildings towered over her, some crumbling and fallen, others with broken glass and fissured concrete. Dark clouds never seemed to stop coming, the cold rain never ceasing in its relentless downpour.

Her shoes squelched as she walked on cracked and worn pavement, her feet numb from the cold of rain-soaked socks and her legs sore from the long trek to that god forsaken aquarium.

The aquarium. She didn’t want to think about that place anymore, but her brain wouldn’t let her ignore what she had done. She felt like gagging whenever she remembered the woman she killed; Mel. She was pregnant. She was pregnant and she murdered her with a stone cold gaze and venom laced in her voice as she demanded information from her and Owen. She felt like she had a pit in her stomach.

This was all because of Abby. Her mind raced with ideas and ways of how and what she’d do to Abby when she got her hands on her, a blinding fury twisting and manipulating her thoughts, violent notions and images flashing in her head.

Her backpack felt like a hundred pounds on her back, her shoulders aching for a break, but she pressed on. The throbbing lacerations that covered her torso were rubbed and irritated by the heaviness of her bag and the fabric of a worn, pilling shirt with every step she took, a burning sensation settling under her skin and smoldering her flesh. Blisters throb at the back of her heels, making the trek feel longer than it is.

Silence crept up on her and if she hadn’t been listening for infected, she’s sure she would’ve gotten lost in the dark recesses of her mind that she couldn’t quite ignore anymore. It felt like her throat was closing up, like her body was trying to suffocate itself.

She breathed heavily, puffs of vapor swirling and dissipating into the air with her every exhale, the only thing that reminded her that she was alive. That this wasn’t a dream and that she was more than a walking corpse.

She dragged her feet and the more she walked, the longer she felt from the theater.

So much as existing felt impossible.

Days dragged by, even in the midst of mind-altering adrenaline rushes and near death experiences. Time seemed to have slowed itself down, no longer changing its tempo as it seemed less of a construct and became more real.

Every second she spent felt like a second wasted. Ellie believed that, if Joel were to be alive, he would’ve been disappointed. More-so than he already was.

Having to live with the thought that Joel died without an apology from Ellie tore her up both mentally and physically. Scratches and bruises reminded her of this grueling process of self-pity and a never-ending mental spiral that caused her to so blindly be thrown into danger. She hated herself for it. Joel would never hear her apology.

Joel died thinking she was angry at him.

Joel died thinking that, no matter what he could have done, she would’ve hated him in the end regardless.

Ellie was left behind in the mansion that day.

The woman who killed so many without so much as a second thought, who looked at her hands and thought of all the people who felt her cold, merciless grip instead of the arms of their loved ones around them before taking a last breath is not the girl who loved dinosaurs and space. Not the girl who’s been dead for months.

When she looked up and saw her reflection in an intact window that was embedded into the fractured wall of a bottom-floor apartment building, she didn’t recognize whoever stared back.

The monster that drilled holes into her eyes is not her.

Not Ellie.

If Joel was alive, he’d hate her. He’d look at her with disgust at what she had become.

She wouldn’t blame him.

[oh-my-may]

I finally got around to play Cosmo Canyon! Took me a while to get there bc family stuff and i was feeling a bit under the weather some days, but today I'll finish the protorelic quest and then do the side quests and that was it for Cosmo Canyon...

Thoughts on story: RED (or should I say Nanaki?) IS SO CUTE LEGIT A TEENAGE BOY TRYING TO PASS AS AN ADULT MAN the way I was hollering. The city is beautiful and very huge... Felt very overwhelmed when I first got there. Generally loved the focus on Red, had lots of questions about him originally. Now I wonder how old his kind can get if he's like 15 in human years but actually 48... huh. The story with his parents is pretty basic i guess? Didn't really blow me away, i could see the turning point coming from a mile away but it was very sweet nonetheless. Really enjoyed the gameplay during the trial, the Gi enemies WERE SO COOL. Also loved that we could scale walls with Red, I wish we could do that in the open world... The final boss almost kicked my ass because I'm not used to playing Barrett and Red actively, BUT THEY SLAYED. Shoutout to Titan, homeboy always comes through for me. Also couldn't help but be reminded of Genshin's Misty Dungeon event during the trial. And the mines of Moria. My weird interests meet in the most unusual of circumstances sometimes. My brain does that occasionally.

Also, the Gi Nantaak first scared the shit out of me. Then he kinda reminded me of Vision (you know, from Marvel) but that also wore off. The random sequence with Zack almost made me cry again. Whenever I see him on screen something just urges me to. Him and Biggs also looked so damn good during that entire scene I took so many screenshots 😭 I'm still so confused tho... Biggs ended up in Zack's timeline because of the Whispers/ the Wind for whatever reason? Really have no clue where they're going to take this part of the story, I just know it's going to hurt me so bad in the end.

I also let out an audible ' Hear me out' when they showed Seto... I'm not sorry.

On the exploration side of things... The flying chocobos are so confusing to me, I started the chocobo quest right as I landed in Cosmo Canyon and I immediately failed the first part because the controls as you fly are just??? Therefore everything that was placed so that you could only reach it through flying was a bit of a pain at first. I figured it out eventually, but i still haven't continued that quest... Also saw a bunch of people complain about this so at least I'm not the only one struggling lol.

Everything Else was very enjoyable tho. Go to explore team was Cloud, Aerith and Cait Sith this time and I gotta say Cait's Moogle Magic skill is busted I was so surprised when a full ass Ifrit suddenly stood on the field 😭 Bahamut Arisen was a surprisingly quick clear after I got all the Intel, Tifa just died in like the last minute. A worthy sacrifice tho. Immediately tried Bahamut while beating the Jabberwock, huge Dragon Battle was crazy insane to watch. He's busted. Put him on Cait for now.

I haven't finished the protorelic quest yet, but I didn't expect it to have this much lore right from the get go... So you're telling me Wedge is dead in Cloud's timeline???? Just like that?? The whispers killed him? MY BOY. Also Yuffie's friends (?) - the NPC's for that quest - immediately reminded me of Bella's High School friends in Twilight 😭💀 They just look like they belong in these movies idk

Now I wonder if the last two parts of the protorelic quest are gonna be as much a pain in the ass as Fort Condor was... I managed to clear the first two stages quite quickly so I hope it's gonna be okay with the AI helping me for the configuration part...

So that's that! Will definitely finish Cosmo Canyon tonight and then maybe start Chapter 11... Just a few more steps until meeting Vincent. Heard Chapter 11 was quite long so it'll probably take me the whole weekend to finish next to work and all. My goal of finising this game before easter is probably gonna be left unfulfilled... But I'd rather take my time.

Will add screenshots to this post after I get home from work!

[demetriusmarkee]

Today marks the year anniversary of my sister's passing. In the time that she has been gone, I feel as though I have become a completely different person. Trying to find peace, when the biggest piece of me is missing has been extremely difficult.

  We are often told that, "Time heals all wounds" and I hope and pray that there is truth in that statement. Grieving the most valuable person in the world to me, has been an uphill battle and undoubtedly the hardest of my life. Over the past year there have been many times where I felt I would self-destruct. Trying to accept the harsh reality that she is no longer here, has seemed absolutely unfathomable. I often sit alone and speak to her as though she is still here, only to realize that I will never hear her respond and it's almost unbearable. We would often say to one another that "We're Johnson's and we can get through anything" and that has been the sole driving force for me to push on, because I don't want to let her down by not being able to make it through this.

I'm thankful for all the times we got to share. I’m thankful for all the love we got to give to one another. I’m thankful for all the laughs and all the memories we created together, that I get to hold in my heart forever. Grief is something that no one and nothing can prepare you for. Losing a loved one isn't easy at all and you can easily lose yourself in "What Ifs" and "What could have been." I continuously have to remind myself of who she was and what she would have wanted for me. She wouldn't want me going through life with a cloud of darkness hanging over me. She wouldn't want me to feel overwhelmed with guilt. She would want me to continue living life and to try to make it as beautiful as I possibly could, because that's just who she was.

You're the first thing on my mind when I awake and you're the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep. I've said it before and I'll say it again and again and again, you are the best gift that God and our mom have ever given me! You're still the one I go to when I'm having a bad day. You're still the one I go to when I'm having a good day. You're still my best friend. Nothing and no one will ever be able to feel the void left in my heart and in my life. I love you and I miss you more than words can ever express. It's still me and you until the wheels fall off! Love, your big brother.

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[thehandworld]

AI-less Whumptober - Day 14 - Concussion @ailesswhumptober Continued from here I believe... After this will have only one more in the White Room series... I believe LOL.

He didn't have a good position to stay, sitting or up, no matter which one, his body felt heavy, tired, and exhausted as he looked at Tsuna's body in the corner.

Gokudera blinked a few times, as he could see that Mukuro and Chrome were both quiet, probably because of the sudden change or the fact that their boss "disappeared" for them, whatever the reason, he appreciated the silence. The overwhelming senses invading him were so much that Gokudera kept very slow breaths, holding them as far as he could, just so he didn't have to smell the scent of blood and sweat.

Closing his eyes to avoid that overwhelming information, was all he could do, as he felt the cold wind hitting his skin, silence, there wasn't much he could do right now.

From a distance he heard an alarm, frowning slightly at that, it was an annoying sound, repeatedly, loudly, enough for the already overwhelmed storm to shiver and tremble. Wanting to pull his hands over his ears, but instead met with the sound of metal and wrist being pulled.

He could hear the explosions and probably more sounds happening but couldn't hear it. He could hear when a door opened to his far left, that is when he thought he was dead. Keeping his eyes closed he took deep breaths to calm down, there was no use in panic right now.

When the door was open he could smell the blood coming far more strong, which made him puke in front of him, his head hanging. Fuck, when was the last time he puked because of blood?! His body was so exhausted that he didn't notice when someone stopped in front of him. But he did notice when the cell bars fell off, making a loud sound of metal.

"Found you." Silent, stoic, emotionless, there was only one voice like that.

Hibari? Confusion as he blinked a few times, ultimately choosing to keep only his right eye open, he looked at the man in front of him, he was drenched in blood, and there weren't too many wounds on him, yet his face looked hurt. Or was the Storm impression after so long locked away.

"Quiet." Was the answer as he felt the man breaking the chains that held him to the wall, and then soon enough he was being held into his back, the sticky sensation of blood made Gokudera almost puke again trembling and shivering. "Try to hold down. Yamamoto Takeshi!"

Soon the Rain guardian was also there, looking between Gokudera and Hibari, he sighed that the other was alive. "Mukuro and Chrome are finishing up." As Yamamoto looked back at the stairs. "Want me to carry him?"

"Grab the body." The Cloud says it as he starts to walk with Gokudera behind his back, it feels weird to be carried by Hibari, but at the same time, it feels safe, maybe because he knows that he was protected that way. Or maybe because it reminded him of when they were young and there was that silent help between each other.

Whatever that was, Gokudera passed out in his arms, he couldn't understand his own body now, the overstimulation made his head too confused.

When he woke up again, he wasn't in a hospital bed as he thought he would be, he was in a classic Japanese room, the only indication of him being treated being the pole with a few IVs dripping in his arm, and a machine silently marking his blood pressure, heartbeat and so on.

Frowning slightly, he looked at the door giving to a classic garden, there was a smell of peach flowers, the gentle sound of a pound probably where there were fish swimming, and the breeze that got inside, it wasn't bad.

Another door slides open as he looks at the man. I knew it was you... Gokudera smiles gently, closing his eyes as he still feels overwhelmed and tired.

"Physically speaking you have a concussion, malnourishment, and dehydration. Other than that the doctors said you will be okay. But..." Hibari said quietly, sitting close to him properly and respectfully for a Japanese (seiza).

I know... I talked with Mukuro. As Gokudera looked outside. I'm still overstimulated... Just by this. The smell of the flowers, the sound of the water while the fish swims, I can even hear the noise in the machine. Even though I know there is barely one. The drip of the IV sounds like a pound in my head.

He closes his eyes, as he turns his head back at Hibari. Thank you though... Hayato smiles gently at the older, yawning next. I appreciate it a lot...

The cloud nodded at that, there wasn't much he could do now, other than be there to help in the rehabilitation, he already knew a bit and pieces that Mukuro and Chrome were talking about for them, a mental rehabilitation was harder than a physical one as they couldn't see the wounds or know when or not to push. Everything now would need to be treated with the most gentle care.

"So... Tell me... What you wanna do?"

Gokudera shook his head and then yawned. I need... Something with the most importance and urgency to be created. Watching the other nod before saying. In the Sistema C.A.I lenses, I need to have a program to distinguish between reality and illusions or at least be able to identify Mist's flames. The same I need it in my reading glasses and/or daily lenses. I don't care what it's... I really need it. Would help if there was a distinguishing for hallucinations too...

Hibari nodded, and although he wasn't sure if anyone in Vongola could create that, he would ask it and make it urgent. It would be bad if the Storm fell into an illusion because of trauma.

Hibari?

"Hm?"

Can you... Touch my head and keep your hand until I sleep?

That was very odd for the Storm to ask, but even so, the Cloud did it and quickly noticed how Gokudera calmed down and soon was passing out again.

With Tsuna gone, and Gokudera needing to recover, the work and everything fell under the guardians. All that Hibari could expect was that Tsuna's plan worked up, otherwise, everything would be for nothing.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 18b

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I press my face against the clear glass to Master's special carrying machine he called a car, it wasn't that scary anymore because I got accustomed to being in it, I even liked it now. 

It was fast like Master, except I could actually see the things around us when it moved.

I didn't know where Master was taking me but it wasn't somewhere close to Arias' Malcolm's home because we didn't use the usual rode to get there. 

We were somewhere completely different now, somewhere that had a lot of buildings and a lot fewer trees.

It was pretty in its own way though and I couldn't stop looking out at all the different shapes and sizes of the buildings all around. 

Someone of them seemed to hide in the clouds, the top of them too high for me to see from the car machine.

There were also a lot of people walking everywhere, people that looked like me and Master but Master said they weren't because most of them were human. 

But there wasn't anyone who looked like Arias which made me smile, Arias was special and I didn't want to imagine anyone ever looking as nice as he did. 

  "If for any reason you feel uncomfortable or scared, just tell me and we'll go straight back home," Master says from the seat in front of me, his dark eyes meeting mine in the tiny mirror thing he used to spy on me. "You've spent little time with civilization so if you feel overwhelmed, you tell me and I take you back home okay?"

"Okay Master," I say before looking back outside, I liked it when it was just Master and me so I wouldn't lie about not liking it if I really didn't.

"If you see a symbol like the one I showed you of Diablos' followers, tell me immediately," Master says, his voice tight with quick anger. 

I nod for him to see and Master quickly continues. 

"And remember you can't call me Master out here," Master reminds me, his words making my smile falter. 

"Lincoln from the moment we step outside."

"Yes Master," I say stretching out the Master a little longer since I wouldn't be able to say it much longer. 

Master only laughs from the front as he turns off into a separate road, taking us to the surprise location without another word.

When the car machine stops, Master gets out first before coming for me, I knew to stay in the car and wait since Master liked taking care of me in this way and I loved it as well. 

I take Master's hand once I'm on my feet and stay close to him as he leads me away from the car machine and through all the small roads where people walked.

Looking around, I didn't know how some people did the walking by themselves and didn't get lost or scared. 

I couldn't even imagine trying to do it without Master holding my hand tightly and it was extra weird that not one of them wore collars. 

That meant that these were all bad slaves which only made me more scared because that meant that they were super mean or naughty.

"We've got two stops to make today but I think you'll like this one much more than the second," Master says as he walks us through an open gate that leads into a pretty area full of different paths and many flowers. "This is a botanical garden, it has many different types of flowers for you to see."

I beam up at Master, my fingers immediately squeezing down on his to stop me from getting too excited and popping all over to see it at once. 

Master had been spending time with me out in the gardens because he knew I loved flowers and I could already see some that we didn't have at home.

"Am I allowed to give Ma..." I clasp my lips shut and try again. "Am I allowed to give you kisses here?"

"Please do," Master says with a smile that I return before jumping into his arms to press my lips to his.

Master's arms wrap around my waist as he moulds his soft lips with mine, the connections causing sparks to erupt between us. 

When we part, I show Master my happiest smile before pressing a kiss to his nose, it made his nose wrinkle up before he sneezed a little so I did it again.

Not liking those kisses, Master puts me down but I only take his hand in mine again and pull him towards the nearest flower I could see. 

When we started to explore, my mind decided to only take in the flowers and nothing else, it was just me, Master and these pretty plants.

And I couldn't stop smiling as I darted around from flower to flower with Master, my heart fluttering up every time I saw a new one that I didn't even know existed before today. 

There were so many different types, purple ones, blue ones, white ones and red ones. 

They were everywhere and I felt like my heart would die from how happy it all made me.

I kept looking back at Master to show them to him because they weren't in his garden and maybe he hadn't seen them either. 

Every time I did, Master would smile and tell him he found them nice too, he liked the black ones best of all. 

Master made sure to help me with the names I couldn't say, taking the time to teach me how to say them right before letting me go to another.

Never ever ever had I thought that there could be so many different types of flowers but they were and I just wanted to keep them all forever. 

And Master even said there were even more in the world which just made me head do its own little pop.

We stopped again in front of a section full of bright green flowers that didn't really look like flowers from far away but there were. 

They had many layers coming out of it from the middle and curled out at their edges, I liked them a lot because they felt as soft as they looked.

"Green... chersannmodwm," I say trying to read the two words off the little piece of wood in front of it but the second word was way too long and looked a bit made up to me.

"Green Chrysanthemum flowers," Master corrects, saying the word so easily that it made me look silly. "Kri-san-thay-mom. It is a hard word, so don't feel discouraged."

I nod and push down my bad feelings, not letting myself say mean things about myself in my head and trying not to think that a good slave would know that word. 

Instead, I pull away from the green long-word flower and go to the next, focusing on the pretty flowers and nice smells instead.

Master promised that we could start growing some more flowers like the ones here in the garden, he said that we could clean it up and set it up for me if I wanted. 

So it was only right that I gave him extras kisses and hugs after that, promising myself to help Master make a big mess in me when we got home.

"Master, I really like this place," I announce with a smile. "It's one of my new favourite places in my whole life."

"I'm glad you like it so much," Master says kindly and I knew that he really meant that. "But I think that you're going to like it a lot more when you see that flower over there."

I turn to where Master was pointing and freeze when my eyes land on a big bed full of large yellow flowers that made me forget how to breathe. 

I was stuck in my place as I stared at them from my spot, they were tall and bunched together before spreading open at the top in long, yellow petals that were so bright and full that I felt weak. 

The centre was a dark brown that made the yellow look even brighter.

"It's called a sunflower," Master says next to me but his voice was just a little whisper to be because all I could see was the flower that was my favourite colour which made it my favourite flower. "Do you want to get a closer look?"

I nod but still didn't move which only made Master laugh. 

After a gentle push towards it, I let my feet take me over and everything in me came all out when I got closer and before I knew it I was squealing while I jumped up and down on my toes.

"It's yellow Master," I exclaim as I lean down to get as close to them as I could. "Yellow."

"Lincoln," Master reminds but he was smiling as he watched me try not to melt into the floor.

"Sorry... but it's a yellow flower," I whisper shout with overflowing excitement.

"I know," Master says as he leans over to pluck out one of the flowers, he twirls it in his fingers before he steps a little closer to put the flower into my hair. 

I try to stay still as Master put it there but my body couldn't stop moving and now Master was being extra sweet so it was super hard. 

"Beautiful," Master comments as he steps back.

The word made my face go hot so I turned back to all the sunflowers and couldn't help squealing again as I ran my eyes over them.

‘The best day ever.’

[iwanttobethevoid]

They say it helps to scream. Like some visible way of getting that stuff out can process it, remind you it's real and not just in your head.

So scream until your lungs hurt, maybe in that way something will begin to feel real about the sensitivity you think you have. Like it's all just a story you tell yourself. You think you're 'hurt', you think that you 'cared', you think that maybe noise is just an issue for you, that when people argue and you feel like you can't breathe, that's a you problem. You think that you keep telling yourself this weird story about how 'they crossed a line' as though boundaries exist in the first place. As though people are hard enough to have edges somewhere when you know it's all just a story. And then you start thinking "Hey isn't everything just a story?".

But things can be closer or farther away from what's 'happening', like when you're looking at someone with brown eyes and they have these green flecks in them, but then they shift to gray and black to brown again all in the span of a few moments. But their eyes never were no color or all of them, they just changed right there, almost imperceptibly.

"But maybe colors don't even exist", like how do you know when green turns to blue or if you're missing some color somewhere that needs a name but never got one. Or how can you tell when 'good' turns to 'bad' or if either of those exist at all. Or how can you tell when one kind of love fades into another, or if there were many kinds to begin with. Or if all those different versions mean anything remotely similar to one another, or if it's even real?

Because the moment you start to describe it it seems to die. As though definition is a silent killer, but maybe that's their fault. For seeing it that way, for looking at it like a closed door when it was always just a place to sit. A sign maybe "go this way", because that's where you'll find the lake. And I don't know what a lake is to you, but to me it was once a cold, briny, blue like the sea, and once it was a brown sludge with clouds that you could swim through and catfish with whiskers like old men. And once it was the dull rust of clay and the green of seaweed and it was shallow and deep and old and man-made. It was shaded by oak trees and framed by tents. It was filled with canoes that bumped into one another, and oars that shined yellow as they dipped into the water, and laughter, and probably pee, because that one kid knew the water was dirty enough already, and who drinks from a lake anyway.

What does it mean for something to be possible? I don't really understand 'possibility' outside of a dream where things pour out of one another. Like a Russian doll of ideas, where they stream out as a river in color and smell and sound and then they overwhelm you in a torrent of things that just don't make sense. But you know they exist somehow, maybe not all at the same time or in the same place, but they talk to each other and maybe that's 'life'?

[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over. 

[give-soup-please]

hello!! i hope you’re having a great day!! i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering how the narrator would react to seeing our world in the night for the first time!! would he be fascinated by the city lights? what if we tell him the stories of constellations in the stars!!

here’s some soup by the way soup 🍲 ~ヾ(＾∇＾)

Narrator seeing night for the first time (platonic or romantic)

(still taking it slow today. Decided to take my time with this, to see if I could create something more meaningful than usual.)

He’s unsettled at first. The slowly encroaching darkness reminds him of a reset, albeit a very slow one. You decide the best way to get him accommodated is to take him to a grassy hill, one that overlooks the city. 

It’s a nice setup you’ve created. Two lawn chairs, a few blankets, and a cooler filled with snacks and drinks. You’re not sure if the narrator is in the mood to eat or drink, or if he can at all, but you’ve got your favorite soda, and life is good.

He’s enamored with the sunset. The oranges and reds are beautiful. With some luck, there’s also some decent cloud cover, creating something absolutely picturesque. You casually lean back in your chair, just watching him enjoy himself.

The city lights flick on one by one. You sigh contentedly, deciding it was a great decision to take the night off and relax.

Distant highway traffic sounds also add to the scene. He watches the headlights of cars, and thinks about how small he is, in comparison to everything else. 

He thinks it’s beautiful. Humanity up close is overwhelming, with how many people there are, and how many personality clashes happen, but he can definitely appreciate us from a distance.

He’s reminded of the stars in the office, but this is better, because there’s no sign of any staircase, no indication that you intend on leaving his side.

“It’s lovely.” He says, after a long period of silence. “It’s all so…” He continues, then stops. You give him the time and space to think. This feels like an important moment.

“You- humans, I mean. You’re all so-” He laughs. “How is it that you’re all so large and small at the same time? An individual life is so all encompassing, and yet-” He stares down at the city in shock.

“Yet there are thousands of you, all going about your business, all with your own lives and hobbies and dreams… How do you all manage?”

You smile, and gently slip your hand into his, providing some grounding you think he may be needing. “We manage as best we can. We  try our best to recognize the similarities between us, instead of the differences. We recognize the power one person has, to change the world. We… learn to love each other fiercely, because we’re all we have.” You hold his hand just a fraction tighter, wanting to emphasize the point.

“It’s much easier to do if you can find someone you enjoy spending time with.”

He stays silent for a very long time, taking it all in. You look over at him. “Are you alright?”

He cranes his head back, needing a break from the city lights, needing to collect his thoughts, only to discover-

“Are those real stars?” He asks, in a hushed whisper. You join his gaze, also looking up.

“Yeah.”

The silence continues, and you start to worry a bit. He’s never been this quiet under positive circumstances. “Narrator, if it’s too much, we can-”

“No! No, no, no, no. I’m fine. I just-” In the dim light, you can see him blink his eyes rapidly.

“Oh, reader. I have so many thoughts and ideas about what I’m seeing, but the words aren’t coming. I can’t possibly do it justice.”

You smile a little. “Welcome to the human experience. The universe has been giving people writer’s block for as long as there have been writers.”

He looks at you, and you can definitely see tears shining in his eyes. “How can I ever thank you for showing me this?”

Well- it’s not as if you were the one to put the stars there in the first place. You couldn’t take credit for building the city either. You just existed here, the same as everyone else. But he seemed like he wanted to repay the favor somehow.

You decide to turn the offer to his advantage. “Let me keep you company. There’s so much I want to show you, so please- Let me take you to see everything.”

He chuckles wetly. “Reader, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

The two of you sit in the chairs for a very long time, enjoying each other's presence.

[finelinevogue]

we all know that harry is super shy in real life and i honestly can’t get past this… like how would hh!yn see hh!harry? i can imagine hh!harry just being so soft and dependent on hh!yn to be there to give him a cuddle🥺

aksjdhaskjdbjak i loooove shy!harry

June 12th 2022

It was Harry’s warm up of playing at Wembley for Love On Tour tonight.

The Capital Summertime Ball was something that Harry always loved attending, because whilst he got to perform to an amazing audience he also got to watch some amazing singers perform. He had a very broad music taste, so he was excited for everyone that was performing. 

The energy before and after the shows are very different, just as Harry is. Looking back, though it is so obvious to notice the difference in Harrys behaviour. 

Before the show, people were madly rushing around trying to organise themselves for Harry's set.

Capital were in love with Harry Styles so they made sure to go above and beyond with the treatment that they gave him. Normally, celebrities would love it but Harry really didn't like it.

You were currently cuddling him on the sofa in his dressing room. His head was resting on your lap, whilst the rest of his body was curled up on the sofa. One of your hands methodically ran through his hair, even though he had recently had it styled. Your other hand rested over Harry's body and was being held comfortably by one of Harry's hands.

"It's just overwhelming sometimes." He said quietly.

"Only makes you human, H, which you are. Don't go pretending you're this robot that fame created."

You'd been sat here for a while, whilst the rest of the band and management team had gone out for pre-show drinks. Harry had felt very nervous ever since he got here, so engaging with more people wasn't something he was up for.

He loved little moments with you.

He admired that you could calm him down with a few soft touches to his hair. With a hold of his hand. With a few quiet 'I love you's'. With a hug or your warm presence. You embodied everything calm in his life and he was grateful for every minute that he could have you around.

"I know, I know. They expect so much, y'know? And what if one day I don't perform to that standard? Then I become this nobody."

"You wouldn't be a nobody. You'd be a somebody to me. To Anne, to Gemma, to Jeff, to Mitch... I could make the list go on and on, and sure, yes, there might not be as many people on that list as before but you'd still have a lot of people here for you; who love you. That's worth putting on a smile for."

Harry sat up from your legs and you were worried that you might've said the wrong thing, but as soon as he was sat properly on the couch, he didn't waste a moment of time before swinging you to sit on his lap and pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

His lips were so warm and soft. Your chest ignited with heat and passion as your lips brushed together for the umpteenth time. He never failed to make you lightheaded, often cloud-floating worthy. He was a dream.

"I hope you know just how fucking amazing you are." Harry breathed after he pulled away from your pulsing lips.

"I think maybe your lips on mine would help me understand."

So Harry did what any gentleman would.

You managed to help him calm down a lot before he went on stage. Along with your distracting kissing, you helped him meditate for a few minutes and reminded him that he would get to hold your "bump" this evening. The latter he was most excited for and even stated he would take that over post-concert sex.

His set was incredible and you were very thankful that he wore that jumpsuit, because although he would've looked good in a slightly more revealing outfit you didn't have the energy to get horny today. You had picked out his jumpsuit and urged him to wear a clean pair of vans rather than his beaten up old ones.

He looked really good.

Like really good.

He had gotten really into shape recently and was looking the best he had ever been. His hair was also just sat perfectly on top of his head, all fluffy and soft. You were proud to see him up there on stage, singing his heart out to his favourite songs.

He truly was this era's rockstar and he was all yours.

Afterwards, he came running backstage absolutely buzzing.

He went to his manager first, who patted him on the back and congratulated him on another great performance. He thanked his band members for being so incredible as always. He made his way through everyone carefully, even if he had no idea who they were.

"Where's Y/N?" He asked Jeff, who was directing him towards backstage and to the dressing room.

"Y/N watched the whole set, don't worry, but got a bit nervous when it got really crowded here afterwards. I said to go back to the dressing room and I'd come and fetch you once you were done."

"Okay, well I'm done." Harry said quickly, whilst politely waving to some passing people. He was itching to see you.

Normally you were the first person he ran to after he got off stage, because you were exactly who he needed to help ground him and bring him back down to Earth, so now he was getting antsy over not seeing you yet. He walked quickly alongside Jeff and made no more efforts to say hello to anyone. He just wanted you now.

Jeff said he'd catch up with him later, before Harry unlocked the door and entered.

He saw you exciting the bathroom at the same time as he entered the changing room. He beamed a happy smile when he saw you safe and sound.

He bounded over to you, scooped you up from underneath and twirled you both around a few times.

"H! Woah!" You laughed as your arms circled around his neck for support. He was so much more chipper now than before, clearly the adrenaline had not yet worn off.

"Baby, did you see me?" He smiled so brightly, he was like a child on Christmas day unwrapping his presents.

"'Course I did. You were incredible." You leaned forwards to give him a few congratulatory kisses.

"Felt incredible too. Can't believe I get to do m'own show there. Twice."

You softly ran your hand over his cheek, looking into his eyes as your way of grounding him. "So proud of you." You said softly, leaning your forehead against his.

"Couldn't do any of this without you, so I'm proud of you too."

"Let's be proud of us then."

"I could drink to that."

[lavishedinjimin]

THIS MAY SEEM SPECIFIC BUT

Dom Hoseok, where he eats y/n out and anytime she moans, closes her thighs on him, or try’s to touch him, Hoseok pinches different parts of her thighs with his fingers to get her to stay still. And when he gets annoyed by her moving too much, he gets rough with her and pounds her till she can’t take it anymore.

(+ degradation and humiliation please)

NICE

p.s: all drabbles are written on a whim, so I apologize for any grammatical errors/typos.

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"You act like you haven't been eaten out in months," Hoseok mutters, sending you a look. "Open your legs."

You obey after a whine, prying your legs apart so that he can continue to fuck your pussy with his tongue. With his thumb circling around your clit, Hoseok plays with you into an overwhelming state of pleasure.

"A-Ahh, babyyy," you whimper out loud as you feel his thumb applying more pressure, rubbing faster while his tongue works out on your cunt. He drinks your wetness, not caring that he gets his chin wet.

Your scent drives him crazed, it being the fuel to bring you into a mind-blowing orgasm.

You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, and as each second passes, Hoseok kept holding your thighs apart because you keep trying to close them.

You hear him groan against your cunt, pinching your inner thigh as a warning.

"You move and close your legs like a fucking depraved slut once more or else I'm going to stop, Y/n."

The way he used your name with a dominating tone intimidated the hell out of you, but deep inside, caused butterflies in your stomach.

He leans back in, this time flicking his skillful tongue on your clit repeatedly. Your body contorts and trembles, ruining the sheets as you close your eyes. Your clit was so sensitive, with each lick sends you high above the clouds. You almost wanted to cum then and there, until Hoseok stops.

"Why did you—"

Your sentence got cut off when Hoseok forcefully tugs you down on the bed, lifts both of your legs up until he can hang them over his shoulders. "Yeah, you can't close your legs now, can't you?" He utters with a tinge of annoyance.

You and Hoseok both let out a moan synchronously as he inserts his rock-hard cock deep inside your wet pussy, instantly coating his shaft with your creamy juices.

He pushes his dick deeper and deeper until he pulls back all the way.

"You're gonna pay for being an irritating little girl who couldn't even handle my tongue. Are you gonna try to push my cock away, too?"

Hoseok doesn't wait for an answer, only receiving a loud yelp from you when he suddenly pounds your pussy without any warning. With your legs over his shoulders, the position provided him deeper access to your cunt, making it easy for him to hit your sweet spot.

With each thrust, you let out a moan. "O-Oh fuck," Hoseok pants, feeling your walls tighten and clench around him, "look at this pussy, awe, your slick is dripping onto the sheet, baby."

He locks eyes with you, speaking in a patronizing tone, "What a pathetic little slut, you are, baby girl. Look at that face, you can't take it anymore?"

Hoseok provides you so fucking much pleasure that it feels he was overstimulating you. Your toes curl, fingernails scratching his back. As his hips slam against your skin, fucking you balls-deep, he doesn't stop torturing you with his words.

"You're so goddamn weak, Y/n," he chuckles, "How many times should I eat your pussy so that you can get used to my tongue, hm?"

When you didn't answer as fast as he wanted you to, he brings a hand down your torso, sliding south until it reaches your clit once again. He slowly grins, watching your reaction.

Your eyes enlarge, mouth forming an 'o' shape, the action taking your breath away. He rubs your raw clit, adding more pleasure for you to feel.

"S-Stop," you plead, "I c-can't, Hoseok, please!"

"Stop? Say that once more and I'll stop completely, princess."

The word dances in your mind, and Hoseok was waiting for you to say it as he slows down his pace just a little bit.

But do you really want to stop now?

Hoseok chuckles, "Ohh, baby doesn't want to stop now, huh? Do you want me to fuck you harder? Rub your clit faster? Is that what you really want?" He changes his speed and instead, he settles with slow but deep movements. His tip nudges your g-spot so good that you start to see stars.

"Remind me to cuff your ankles to the bedposts next time, baby."