#yeah hes tall i both accept and appreciate this

[big-snack]

Porcus Isle Part I

Dom had always been larger than life. Standing at an impressive 6'5" and built like a linebacker, he was the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went. But beyond his imposing physique, Dom was known for his easy-going nature and infectious smile.

Dom worked at a tech company downtown, San Diego, often putting in long hours. Despite his demanding job, he always found time for his true passion: exploring the vibrant food scene in San Diego. From taco trucks in Barrio Logan to high-end restaurants in La Jolla, Dom's weekends were filled with culinary adventures, always in search of the next great bite.

But Dom's favorite place was a small, unassuming diner near the beach. It was there, over a stack of pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee, that he found a sense of peace. The diner was a hidden gem, known only to a few locals, and Dom had been coming there since he moved to Socal. The owner, Jack, greeted him like family, and the regulars always had a seat ready for him. The whole diner was run by and frequented by big men. Dom felt right at home with these guys.

One sunny Saturday morning, as Dom was savoring his breakfast, a new face walked into the diner. He was a tall, built man with sharp features and immense confidence. He took a seat at the counter, glancing around the diner as if taking it all in. Like he was appreciating all the men. "Hey stud, you find what you're lookin' for?" Jack asked...

Intrigued, Dom decided to introduce himself.

"Hey there, first time here?" Dom asked, flashing his friendly smile.

The man looked up, meeting Dom's gaze with a curious look. "Yeah, just moved to San Diego a few weeks ago. Name's Alex," he replied, extending his hand.

"Welcome to the best diner in town, Alex. I'm Dom," he said, shaking Alex's hand firmly. "What brings you to San Diego?"

Alex chuckled. "A bit of everything, really. New job, new city, looking for a fresh start. I'm a software engineer."

Dom's eyes lit up. "No kidding! I'm in tech too. It's a great field, but it can be pretty demanding. This diner is my escape from all that stress."

As they talked, Dom and Alex found they had more in common than just their profession. They shared a love for video games and a passion for good food. Dom offered to show Alex around the city's best eateries, and Alex eagerly accepted.

Their friendship grew quickly, and soon, weekends were spent exploring San Diego's food scene together. Whether it was sampling street tacos, enjoying a craft beer at a local brewery, or having a quiet meal at the diner, Dom and Alex's bond became a craving for both men.

One evening, after a particularly grueling week at work, Dom and Alex decided to unwind at a new barbecue joint that had just opened in North Park. The restaurant was buzzing with energy, the scent of smoked meats wafting through the air.

As they dug into a platter of ribs and brisket, Dom looked at Alex and asked, "So, how's the new job treating you?"

Alex wiped his hands on a napkin, leaning back in his chair. "It's been challenging, but in a good way. The team's great, and the projects are interesting. It’s just... sometimes I miss having a bit more of a work-life balance."

Dom nodded. "I hear you. That’s why it’s important to have nights like this, to just relax and enjoy good company and good food."

Alex smiled. "Speaking of good company, thanks for showing me around, Dom. Moving to a new city can be pretty overwhelming, but you've made it feel like home.", "Anytime, man" Dom replied, raising his glass.

As the night wore on, their conversation shifted to their mutual love for video games. Alex mentioned an upcoming release he was excited about, and Dom suggested they set up a game night. This became the perfect way to unwind after eating out.

One evening, after a particularly intense gaming session and drinks, Dom and Alex found themselves talking about their interests. Alex expressed his admiration for Dom's physique and said he's looking to join a gym. "All this eating is starting to fill me out." Alex jiggled his belly. Dom's eyes darted to his bloated stomach. "Damn man. I didn't even realize." Dom was stupified.

He had always been focused on his own weight, but he hadn't noticed the changes in Alex.

"Yeah, it's been creeping up on me," Alex admitted, a bit embarrassed. "I've been so caught up in work and our food adventures that I haven't made time for the gym. Do you think you could help me out?"

Dom smiled, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect. "Of course! I'd love to help you. Dom had no idea why the thought of Alex's weight gain turned him on.

That night in his dark room. He thought about that moment. His belly jiggled like it was no longer a part of him. There was no visibility of his ribs. His arms filled out his shirt sleeves more. His face softened up. Dom had never masterbated to a guy before. He stopped for a second to think about it.

It was late. He was alone. No one could judge him if he stared to look up what he was fantasizing about. He pulled up Google and started with image searches. 'Fat belly': 'fat belly guy'; 'beer belly'; 'beer belly men'.

That night he spent a few hours looking at fat guys. The bellies started small, but the longer he searched the bigger they got. He glanced at a picture of a man 600 pounds. His belly was covering his lap in bed. Every single ounce of his body jiggled from the slightest shallow breath from being overstuffed. The guy leaned back on his bed and his head disappeared. The big bulbous crescent shape stood at least 4 feet high; he imagined.

Dom hit his climax and started to cum. His body filled with chills, made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. "I need to see this in person" he screamed and then he slumped back in his seat. He had some clarity and was worried about what he'd just done. "Why the hell did I do that?"

The next day he saw Alex at the diner, for brunch, and had a new appreciation for his body. "You know, after you mentioned it, I thought more about your physique." Dom shared. "Oh really? What is it you appreciate?" Alex said flirtatiously. "Um, well, I mean you're pretty beefy. That's a popular body type." He said nervously. "Beefy implies that I've been working out. I'm all jello, buddy."

The entire restaurant is quieter than normal. Dom didn't notice, but all the men in the diner were listening.

Dom could feel a twitch in his pants. "Ugh, shit, not this again." Alex was blushing. Dom was intently looking at Alex's body well beyond what was normal. "Something tells me you like it." He said with a smirk.

Dom smiled nervously. "I mean, you could say I appreciate the way you look." Dom was getting hot. "I need to use the restroom" Dom said. "Perfect, I'll go with you" Alex responded. Dom struggled to stand up straight.

They walked to the bathroom. "I feel like we're both flustered." Alex said. "Oh yeah, I guess it pretty obvious. I'm not sure what's going on lately", Dom replied.

Instantly and without hesitation the locked bodies and started making out. Dom's hands caressed Alex's newly sprouted love handles. Alex pulls back from Dom's lips and whispers, "You did this to me."

The door handle turns and someone walks in. They separate and the man said, "Are you that clueless, Dominick? We have all been dropping you hints for a while now.

"Is this like a chubby chaser establishment?"

The man responds "You mean the diner between a bear bar and a leather shop? Of course that's what it is. We managed to get you to gain 20 pounds man."

"Holy shit!" Dom exclaimed. "No wonder I love this place. Fat men make me horny. I can't believe I just said that out loud." Panic washed over him. "It's ok Dom. Nothing has changed." Alex reassured him.

"You were a part of this?" Dom questioned.

"Not really, you spoke to me first. I was coming here because I knew what I wanted. It took me a while to realize you had no idea what was going on. I thought you were playing hard to get" 

"Dude I just found out I might be gay, I don't have the bandwidth to come to terms with a fetish."

"Great tech pun" Alex replied.

They both started laughing. When Dom rejoined the room it was like he was seeing it all for the first time.  Some men had their large sack of flesh bulging out of their shirts.

"All right you guys. Dom knows what's going on." Alex announced.

That day was the moment Dom knew that Alex was the one.

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The next part flashes forward

[tojisbbg]

𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚

❝close your eyes slowly and feel the wind, the bonfire is fading out.❞  

♡ sukuna ryomen ♡

a/n: ugh, the sukuna brainrot after the new episodes are driving me insane.

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: sukuna ryomen x fem!reader, fluff, minor angst, hurt with comfort, lots of teasing (it's sukuna lol), not edited.

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"hey! that's mine." you whined, watching the demon who sat next to you steal your last mochi.

"not anymore." sukuna smirked before shoving the ball of goodness in his mouth, humming in content.

"stupid demon." mumbling under your breath, you sent a glare towards his way. sukuna stopped chewing, narrowing his eyes at you.

"you got a problem, human?" he snickered.

"yeah, stop eating my damn food and go find some humans to munch on. i know that you don't even like the taste of human food, you do it to piss me off." you rolled your eyes, earning a mocking chuckle from him.

"i'll munch on you." sukuna threatened emptily, making you snort.

"yeah okay." you murmured to yourself, watching over the distance from the cliff both you and the king of curses sat upon. it was close to sunset and the warm summer breeze blew past your hair.

"what's wrong with you?" he scowled, making your head turn to face him with furrowed eyebrows.

"the hell do you mean?" you scoffed, making sukuna stand up as his tall figure towered over yours. however, you remained unfazed, staring back into his gaze.

"you've been acting like someone shoved a stick up your ass ever since we've got here. it seems like you've forgotten your place, human." sukuna spoke in a low tone, making chills run down your spine.

"forgotten my place? i've served you for a thousand years and this is the thanks i get? how absurd." you sarcastically replied, a fake smile plastered on your lips. the king of curses eyed you without amusement, clearly not enjoying your sudden change in behavior.

"do you know how stupid you sound? why should i be thanking a pathetically mere human like you? you should be grateful that i've spared your life. you should be kissing the ground that i walk on for even considering you to be worthy of my time." he harshly responded, making your heart crack as every word of his felt like a knife stabbing you in the chest.

you knew that his lips never once touched honey, his words were always crude and cold to the ear. however, after spending nearly ten centuries with him as a companion, you grew used to his snarky remarks.

though others feared him, you saw him as a friend.

"i never asked you to spare me. what stopped you from killing me, huh?" you boldly spat out, and within seconds you were lifted off of the ground. a yelp left your mouth as sukuna lifted you by the collar.

"nothing's stopped me from kill you, perhaps the fact that you've fascinated me with your unhinged personality. however, it seems that my generosity has no meaning to you. i could kill you in a matter of seconds." he smirked, the tattoos on his face glowing under the sunlight as he pressed on of his sharp talons against your neck.

"then do it. kill me, sukuna." you blurted out nonchalantly, catching him off guard. his eyes widened at your words, before narrowing them.

"oh? accepting defeat already? this isn't like you, y/n. since you've obediently served me for many centuries, i'll give you a change to beg me to spare your life and apologize. i think that's fair, no?" an evil grin danced on his lips, grazing his sharp talon against your flesh, which drew a drop of blood.

"beg? and by what means should i beg someone like you to spare my life? in my eyes, you're nothing but a sack of shit. i didn't beg a thousand years ago nor will i beg now. stop being a coward and kill me, you stupid curse!" you yelled at him, making his face fume with anger as he raised you up to his eye-level.

"what did you say to me?! keeping you alive for those many centuries was the biggest mistake that i have ever made! you wanna die that bad? fine, i'll kill you with my own hands." sukuna's voice echoed throughout the forest, before he dug his talons a little deeper on your neck. you closed your eyes, wincing a little in pain as you waited for your end to come.

however, after a few seconds, you no longer felt any pressure on your flesh. you opened one eye only to see his face full of hesitation. sukuna noticed your stare and let out a heavy sigh.

"i don't know what's gotten into you today but sleep it off. i'm being nice only this time, but i'll actually kill you next time if you pull this type of shit again." he warned you, placing you back on the grass before walking away to place some distance between you two.

"what? don't have the balls to kill me? fine, i'll make your life easier." you gave him a sly smirk, watching him turn his back to look at you.

"what?" sukuna sneered.

and without warning, you ran towards the edge of the cliff before jumping off. you felt your heart drop, as you didn't do well with heights.

sukuna ran after you while screaming your name, not expecting you to actually jump. he quickly jumped off the cliff, trying to reach you as fast as possible before your stupid human body collided with the cold water below.

the curse knew about your fear of heights and large bodies of water, since you couldn't swim. but, to his dismay, you already came crashing down in the water.

sukuna panicked, quickly diving as he swam in search of your body. he saw your hand in the distance and quickly grabbed it, pulling you towards his body before hugging you tight as swimming up to the surface. he leapt back up on the cliff with your sopping wet body that was now cold to his touch.

sukuna placed you down on the grass as he watched your body being non-responsive.

"y/n? y/n! fuck, wake up." his breath hitched as he tried to use his cursed technique to help you recover but your pulse was as weak as ever.

"stupid, stupid, stupid brat! why did you do that?" he cursed under his breath, now being swallowed in a massive hole of regret. you regained your consciousness, your ears picking up his deep voice wallowing.

"ryo...?" you weakly asked, making his head shoot up at the nickname you always teasingly called him by.

"y/n!" sukuna breathed out in relief, picking up your body in his arms to hug you tight. the warmth of his large figure engulfed your body and you couldn't help but silently cry as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck.

"why would you do that, you stupid human? i-i.... god, you're so stupid!" his voice was shaky, his hold on you was as if he was scared that you'd run away if he were to let go.

"you could always replace someone like me." you sniffled, eyes welled with tears that made your vision blurry. you didn't see the puzzled expression that was now drawn on his face.

"i could never." sukuna swore.

"the girl from the market. you seemed to take a liking for her. she even complimented your markings." you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, sad eyes looking into his.

"is this what all this about? some incompetent, foolish girl? i'll kill her at once if that is what you want." he sternly said, stroking your hair as you cried on his chest.

"did you really mean what you said? that i was a mistake to have around?" you nervously asked, chewing on your bottom lip.

you've never once regretted spending those centuries with the king of curses. every day was a new adventure that you both took on. you are confident that no spot on this earth has been left untouched by you two. sukuna has always shown you kindness in his own cursed way. whether that was letting you to tend the garden by his room, which allowed only his entry. or letting you speak to him however you wished to and call him that stupidly yet fond nickname; ryo.

no one has ever addressed him by that name.

you've accepted him for the monster that he was. he showed you his true form, which many found horrific and hideous. a wooden like mask that covered half of his face, four eyes, four arms and a huge height.

yet, you were not afraid and didn't see him any different. you gave him your annoying hugs, poked him while he napped, ate from his plate and in return he protected you. sukuna made sure to shade your stupidly tiny human body with his large figure, caging you in his four arms.

you always had what you wanted.

"i never meant a single word, y/n. you are not a mistake and i'll rip out my own tongue to show you how sincere and sorry i am." he looked at you with apologetic eyes, his hands moving towards his mouth. you quickly halted his actions, shaking your head.

"it's okay, i trust you." you offered a soft smile.

"don't ever scare me like that again, you hear me? i chose you as my companion to spend the rest of eternity with. you're my soulmate, you can't escape me. if death ever comes upon either of us, we'll meet each other in hell." sukuna gently stroked your cheek, wiping away your warm tears. the words coming out of his mouth would sound insane to any sane person, but to you, they meant even more than 'i love you'.

"you know, no matter how many times i kill myself, i won't die. you cursed me with immortality, so i can only die by your hands." you chuckled, making his eyes widen as realization hit him.

"do you... do you really wish to die? i know that not everyone enjoys living for so long and i kinda did force this upon you. if you want, i can lift the curse and you'll.... you know, almost immediately." sukuna gulped harshly, not being able to even say the words of your death.

you cupped his face before pressing a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. you could feel his cheeks becoming warm, as he leaned into your touch.

"i've never once regretted spending those thousands of years with you, ryo. i have never been happier and you know why? it's because i love you. god, i love you so much, and i'd happily spend a thousand more years with you." your eyes glistened with nothing but pure love and adoration for the curse in front of you.

and for the first time in your life and sukuna's life, his eyes became glossy as if it held a thousand oceans. feeling a little insecure about revealing such raw emotion to you, sukuna buried his face in your neck.

"and i love you. so, don't ever leave me, okay? you stupid human." his voice was muffled into your clothes, but it rang clear in your ears as you laughed.

"look at me, ryo." you requested, and he obliged. you traced the lines of ink on his face before giving him a soft smile. without wasting another second, you crashed your lips onto his. the sudden kiss knocked the wind out of his lungs, but it wouldn't take for the king of curses to melt into the taste of your lips.

you gently ran your fingers through his peach colored hair, feeling his fingers rub slowly at your sides while you both kissed. you felt him smile against your lips, pulling away only to press another tender kiss.

"i'll make you my queen, y/n. you're mine, forever and always."

[aeruia]

⌕. WIND BREAKER

↻. HOW CAN MY DAY BE BAD ?

suo seeing you all the time will just make his day ten times better since it’s you. because whose day won’t be better if they ever see you?

pairing : suo hayato x gn!reader

warning/s : lowercase intended, no use of y/n and no use of pronouns ( i only used " you " ), written poorly..

word count : 1.4k

note : inspired by the song bad by wave to earth 🗣️🗣️‼️ was listening to it then an idea popped up, idk if it fits but yeah, reblogs r appreciated :33

how can suo's day be bad when you're here to say the worst jokes known to mankind yet it makes him laugh and also checks on him, how can his day be bad?

he likes seeing that smile you always show whenever you bump into each other he finds it so adorable. whenever he won't get a glance of you he gets quite sad then you appear randomly in front of him and ask “ what's with the long face? ” with you trying to hide your smile and clearly he just gave you a smile. a bright smile that you can't help but just stare at him. he puts a hand in your shoulder before bidding you a goodbye that made you get out of your trance, waving goodbye at him.

he became so busy one day that he didn't get the chance to talk with you, that made his day boring since he was always looking forward to talking to you before ending his day but that didn't happen that day.

the next day, he looked at his window while he took a sip of a beverage he preferred. the sky was clear with only a few clouds here and there, the clouds covering the sun a bit making it not too hot outside. it was a perfect day to take a walk. finishing his beverage and doing his daily routine before putting his usual go to outfit.

suo doesn't know where to go and he just lets his legs walk him to who knows where. couple of minutes later he find himself in the park. walking and looking around, attempting to see a [hair color] head. it hasn't even been a minute and he already saw you, leaning on the tree with headphones in and a book in your hand, you look so peaceful sitting there and he couldn't help but smile wider.

you felt someone was looking at you so you peeled your eyes off your book and looked up to see suo in the distance with his usual attire. you waved your hand and smiled at him, him doing the same before he came closer where you are. patting the empty beside you as he took it as a sign to sit with you.

looking at him and you happily assumed that you two will be together. closing your book and putting it to the side as you faced suo, suo tilted his head to the side and looks at you. he stifles a laugh when he realized you were spacing out while looking at him as he wave a hand in front of you making you shake your head.

the next few hours you two are just talking — mostly you who was the one do the talking ang him listening attentively to every word you say making comments here and there also asking questions if necessary. the time goes fast that you only realized it when he tapped your shoulder and points at the sky.

the sky is painted with hues of red and orange as the cloud surrounds the sun and sky, it was so pleasing to look at that you couldn't get your eyes off of it.

the tall boy beside you stands up as he brush off the dirts in his pants before offering his hand to you to help you stand up. you accepted as you said thank you also brushing of the dirts in your clothes with one hand.

you both didn't let go of each other's hand as you both walk out of the park and both of you agreeing to have a stop in café pothos before he walks you home.

suo opened the door, the bell ringing as kotoha turned her head around to see you and suo together. she raised one of her eyebrows before grinning when she noticed that you two were holding hands. she stopped cleaning the dishes as you and suo takes a sit near the counter.

“ i didn’t know you two has something going on. ” she said as she can't stop smiling you on the other hand is puzzled. what does she mean by that? and your other hand also feels warmer than normal. slowly looking to where your other hand is, you feel your soul leave your body in just a second. looking up little by little and you see suo already looking at you with his usual smile. “ why [name]? is there something wrong? ” he innocently asked as if you two weren't holding hands walking here. heat rushes into your face making you red as you immediately take your hand off his to cover your face in embarrassment.

it was the first time you both held hands. you two never held hands even if you guys are walking together almost everyday to go home even it's not required to hold hands when walking home. you hear a plate set down in front of you. it was a freshly brewed coffee, placing your hands into your side as you just look at the coffee.

suo sipped at the beverage kotoha gave him as he saw you only staring at your coffee. “ you know, staring at your coffee like that won't do anything to it. ” your head whipped into his direction with your eyebrows furrowed. “ i wasn't staring at it " like that " ” you answered quoting the like that with your hands. he didn't answer as he just smiled at you.

he was delighted when he first held your hand. it was so smooth and soft to touch that he needed to stop himself from caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. he finished his drink when you're just starting to start drinking your coffee.

it took you a minute or two to finish your coffee since you were catching up with kotoha while she cleaned a few dishes. she was finished wiping the dishes while you also finished drinking your coffee.

” thank you for the coffee, kotoha we’ll get going! “ the girl waved her hand as a goodbye, suo waving back as he follows behind you. the walk from you home was silent, it wasn’t an awkward silence it was more a comfortable one. you and suo reached your house as he just stood there watching you go into you guys front porch. turning around as you smiled at suo “ thank you for walking me home! “ suo nodded as he ask you about going on a date together. your eyes widen when he asked you that, you can’t help but raise your eyebrow at him. “ hm, i will take that expression of yours as a yes to my question. “ he said making you roll your eyes. “ meet me at the café tomorrow. “ you said, your cheeks slightly going red before going inside.

suo stood there for a minute before walking away to go home and rest. his day can never go bad since he’s always with you.

“ you're smiling more than usual. ” sakura said when he noticed it all the way to school and café pothos his smile never faded. “ how can i not smile when the weather is so perfect today? ” he said as if quite unsure about what he said. sakura gave him a look that has his eyebrows burrowed and lips put into a thin line. did he bumped his head so hard on something that he’s acting strange.

sakura opened the door on the café, walking inside as suo did the same. kotoha turned around to see it was suo and sakura as she turned to where you are and tap you on the shoulder.

“ your boyfriend is here. ” kotoha teased making you tensed up as you closed your book. “ ha ha, very funny. ” you tried to say sarcastically but came out nervously. kotoha laughed as suo spotted you, sitting beside you leaving sakura all alone.

the two-toned hair boy scoffed as he distance himself. “ don't disturb them, they're having a date. ” kotoha whispered with the biggest grin on her face as sakura can only lean at his chair. “ that's why he keeps smiling than usual. ” kotoha shrugged, leaving him alone again.

everything was perfect, that's what you think. after you and suo finished eating you both decided to take a walk in the park again going to the spot you two were sitting yesterday. suo made himself comfortable as he leaned on the tree while you made yourself comfortable laying your head on his shoulder, watching the sunrise.

“ let's go on a picnic date soon. ” you blurted out, suo agreeing. you two weren't even officially together but perhaps going into more dates will make you two official.

date posted : 061824

[tojiwrd]

3: fate is fickle ; gojo satoru

pairing gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary when satoru breaks off your engagement, you understand and accept it. but when he marries someone else, you don't understand because he didn't want to be tied down.

content warnings drinking, reader being referenced to as a party animal, nanami being soooo fine lol, mention of drugs but nobody does it, mention of death, gojo being meannnnnn and weird

word count 3.1k

a/n thank you SOO much for the support i luv u guys <33 interaction is always appreciated i love talking to u guys also first part is set in the past j in case there is any confusion

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When Gojo Hana, Satoru’s first wife, had come up to him after going to the bathroom for only a short of three minutes with a baffled expression, he wasn’t sure what to expect. 

Her lithe fingers curled themselves around his biceps as she found home between his thighs. Satoru’s mind was fuzzy, especially after three drinks and four shots, and that merely intensified the feel of her skin against his. It was her expression that he wasn’t sure if he was imagining to be tenfold more worried than it truly was, which pulled his lips into a straight line before he asked, “You okay?”

“Satoru,” she started, a small crack in her voice and Satoru leaned back against the chipped wood of the high table. “You know L/N Y/N, right?”

It was funny, and Satoru realized it was funny because he let out a small, nervous chuckle as his wife dropped your name, that all it took was a mention of your name to get his muscles to tighten like he was going to war. He had gone through every single opportunity for Hana to find out about you—not your existence, because there was hardly anybody within his circle that didn’t know of you—and come out of it unscathed (translation: Hana remained unaware). This couldn’t be any different, though she’d never outright mentioned you before. 

He remembered when Hana sat across the quartz tabletop, writing down name after name in delicate cursive, and asked about the L/N family. He’d stiffened, but only momentarily, before he said something along the lines of of course, father would have it no other way. And that, for the time being, was true because there was no way his father wouldn’t want your family to be there after so many years of working together. Satoru wanted to ask Hana, at that moment, if she was sending out invitations addressed to family but he held off until later to make it not seem suspicious. She’d said, ‘Of course not! I want them to be personal and meaningful.’ Satoru felt as though he was ready to change her mind, but how could he argue with something as sweet-intentioned as that?

“My father worked with hers,” he replied, pushing away memories. “Why?” he asked hesitantly. 

There was no suspicion on her face, just curiosity, and Satoru hated himself at that moment. 

“I think I saw her in the bathroom?” It felt as if all his senses perked up and heightened at her words. Fuck. “She was with another girl. I don’t know her name—brown hair, brown eyes, and… about this tall?” Her hands raised up to demonstrate how tall Reina was. He knew exactly who his wife was talking about because if you were out, Reina was with you. He’d always joked how both of you came in a package, and even Suguru only informed one of you about a party and when the other asked him if they were invited, he always said you both always come together.

It had been ages since Satoru saw either of you, but it was hard to forget how Reina always fought for you when you were his girl. And he was glad you still had her because she wouldn’t leave you abruptly, figuratively packing up all the pieces she left in your life in an instant like he did.

“I wouldn’t know,” he coolly said. 

Hana’s lips curled into a small frown. “Her friend said something about how all I know is Y/N’s dad and yours work together.”

“Well, not anymore but yeah.” He feigned indifference, though every nerve of his body felt as if it was on fire. He noticed how her frown only deepened, and he asked, “Were they mean to you or something?”

Hana, sweet, precious fucking Hana, instantly shook her head before she paused and looked down at his chest, as if cowering away from his gaze. “Kind of? I don’t know, maybe she was offended that I only knew her because of your dad?” When she realized she was implying you were being righteous, she took her hands from his arms and raised them in surrender. “I mean, I don’t think she’s, like… a bitch or anything! I might’ve heard them wrong.”

Satoru tried to stop himself, he truly did. But he had to ask. “They still here?”

When she nodded and subtly pointed to the table you sat at with Reina, he couldn’t stop his neck from immediately turning in your direction, a haze of confusion and animosity behind his eyes. Not because you were being rude to his wife, but because he had to be in your presence after months. With his wife. It was truly a miracle that Hana hadn’t noticed the entire emotional turmoil behind his eyes as soon as your name was brought up, which is why he turned to meet her eyes once again and said, “She won’t bother you again, love.”

“You look especially happy today,” Reina commented as her body slithered into the passenger seat of your car. 

She was right, you did look happy and you felt it, too. After the conversation with your mother—the unmangling of a burden of emotions between mother and daughter—you felt as though a weight had finally been lifted off your shoulders. The small conversation with Satoru felt like a faraway memory, one which your mind didn’t feel the need to unpack and decode anytime soon because, as Reina had said, he was a taken man. He had a girl at home, and that scratched away any possibility of you and him ever being anything, even friends, because you were engaged to him at one point.

Did that fact hurt? To a whole different level, but you weren’t going to let it tear you down like it had over and over again in the past few months. 

“I’m just happy to be invited to the biggest club opening of the year in Kawasaki,” you replied, giggling as you began driving to the location. This was a date you marked on your calendar months ago in big bold letters that said ‘PARTY CLUB LEVITATE.’ It was mere seconds after you opened the dark papered invitation with gold embossed lettering inviting you to a new club, Levitate’s opening. You had dressed yourself in leather pants that hugged your skin perfectly and a shimmering silver halterneck top that covered everything it needed to and just that.

You and Reina glossed over the fact that both of you would be drinking, which meant neither of you would be in condition to drive back. And, even though there were a few people from your circle who would be there, too, it was a hard guess to assume who wouldn’t be drinking. 

That was a bridge to cross later because as you stepped through the large gates, flashing your pearly whites as you said your name to the security guards, you were overtaken by the instinct to let go completely loose. Within a blur of moments, you’d downed five shots and you were nursing a glass of—what the bartender said was—a fucking expensive glass of hennessy. 

Once you deemed yourself buzzed enough to go onto the dance floor and find Reina, your hips began moving off their own accord. You loved letting go. The music reverberated off the newly-done walls, a sheen of excitement running through the air as everybody had large smiles plastered on their faces. You and Reina’s arms were on each other's shoulders as you both let the heavy thrumming take over. 

At one point of the night, many drinks and dances later, you were sitting comfortably on the high chair in front of three bartenders who made small talk and recommended drinks. They recommended the ‘sinner’s delight’ to you which was a combination of fuck-knows-what, and you had to admit it was delicious. Reina was still on the dance floor, taken with a man that had been giving her googly-eyes all night, and you were merely trying to catch your breath. 

“Hey, stranger.” You heard someone say as the bottom of the chair next to yours scraped against the floor, indicating they were sitting next to you. You, your mind hazy, turned to your side and were stunned to meet a pair of familiar dark eyes. 

“Geto…” you trailed off, and he shook his head as a small smile overtook his lips. 

“I’m out of here if you want, trust me. If you—y’know, don’t wanna talk.”

It was your turn to shake your head, and you did it with vigor. “No, no. Stay. I’ve actually been meaning to get in touch with you.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. You were planning on getting in touch with Geto, you just weren’t thinking about it to the point you’d actually go through with it. “It’s just been crazy hectic recently.”

There was a sad smile on his lips, and you could imagine he was probably thinking that by recently, you had to mean just about a year which clearly meant you were lying. You were lying, but you also felt you had every right to since you and Geto became friends through Satoru, and Geto was always going to choose Satoru if he had to. In fact, he did choose Satoru because from all the posts you saw on Instagram, they were still as thick as thieves. 

“What have you been up to?”

Your mind was blanking, it was a combination of the alcohol and reconnecting with your past, but you tried to go through your timeline since the last time you truly talked to Geto. “I’ve been looking to start a company—or something, I’m not really sure—and my father was helping until… Well, yeah. Right now, though, I’m just helping my mother out with papa’s company and getting stuff in order. Reina and I are actually doing this thing where we read twelve books a month, too, so—” You cut yourself off, realising you were rambling and you felt your cheeks warm up when you noticed Geto was hanging onto each of your words. “I don’t know. Anyways, how about you?”

“I’m sorry. About your dad. I know I wasn’t there for you but—”

You raised your palm, attempting to stop him because you didn’t wanna get too deep into the topic of your father. “No, I know. You called, texted, sent letters, Geto. You don’t have to apologize.” He looked forlorn, and your fingers instinctively reached up to place themselves on top of his own to reassure him. “Trust me.”

Geto took that with as much stride as he could, and attempted to make normal conversation with you. He told you about his art gallery which you knew was picking up since the last time you met him. He asked you for your opinion on some pieces he was looking at, and you tried to give him your best advice. And even though you knew he hadn’t meant to scroll through his camera roll of paintings and accidentally scroll past an image of Satoru and Hana, your lips still curled into a frown because it reminded you he was friends with not just him, but Hana, too. Hana was Geto’s friend the same way you were his, through Satoru. Geto masked his mistake by immediately giving you a backstory of one of the artists, and it did get you interested, but not too distracted from your new realization. 

“Suguru! You made it.” Your head snapped up and you thanked every God above for the intrusion of the new voice. Geto locked his phone and looked up at the same time as you at the blond man whose eyes were crinkled up showing the tiniest hints of a smile. “And you.” His gaze shifted, landing on your figure that was leaning against the table. “Glad to see you made it too.”

You remained silent, unsure of how to respond to a stranger as charming as him. 

“Of course, I did, Nanami,” Suguru said, rolling his eyes lightheartedly.

A lightbulb flickered in your mind and you were instantly on your feet. “Oh, god. I’m L/N Y/N, thank you so much for the invite. The opening is great.” You were standing across the owner of Levitate, and you couldn’t help but drink every feature of his in. He was tall, and if you got any closer to him, you were sure his figure would cast a shadow over you instantly. 

He laughed. “I’m Nanami Kento.” He bowed slightly, and his hand reached out for yours and his fingers gently lifted it up before he grazed his lips over your skin. “The pleasure’s all mine, of course.”

Geto shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and you realized it was probably because neither you nor Nanami were pulling away from the other. You cleared your throat, mustering up an awkward smile as you slid back onto your seat. Your eyes still remained on him, and his remained on you and you found yourself slightly burning warm under his gaze. 

“I gotta go, duty calls,” Geto said over the silence though the music was still going on. He flashed his phone screen that displayed an incoming call from his assistant before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug. It wasn’t much—not the bone-crushing huge the two of you used to share—but it bloomed a sense of familiarity within you, and you could sense Geto felt the same too because he smiled slightly. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

You nodded, overcome with a sense of joy that only occurs after you reunite with somebody that has done you no wrong. 

Nanami bids him goodbye, too, before he slides into the seat Geto was occupying.

“Are you liking the place so far?” he asked, hands gesturing to the surroundings. “I wasn’t sure if I should invite the area’s biggest party animal because you’ve seen many of these kinds of places. But I can at least expect an honest review from you, right?”

You gulped at how he referred to you as a ‘party animal’ and you knew that people had begun seeing you that way over the past few months, too. You weren’t sure if it sat right with you, but you didn’t have anything particular against it. 

“Hmm,” you hummed, trailing a finger over the wood of the table, feigning serious thinking. “I think you could change…” You paused, noticing how his brow went up at your words in curiosity. “Everything. It’s trash.”

He narrows his eyes before he lets out a laugh, and you follow along. His hand lightly covers your knee as the two of you laugh a little too obnoxiously over a joke that was hardly funny, but you blame the ‘sinner’s delight.’

“I thought I’d have to close this place down, no joke,” he said, still between bits of laughter.

You smiled. “Hey, don’t do that. This is my new weekend spot, I’d hate to have it taken away.”

His eyes turned warm and he tilted his head at your comment. “Yeah?”

You nodded, ignoring the feeling of his hand against your knee. “Yeah, to the point you’ll have a drink named after me.”

He blew out a breath as he called the bartender over and whispered something into his ear.

“What was that? You order drugs or somethin’?”

“Oh yeah, the code is strawberry and pickles if you want some.”

“I’m glad to know this place has options, then.”

“No, but I just ordered you a drink you’d like.” When you pointed at your half-full glass of ‘sinner’s delight,’ he shook his head and said, “This one’s not on the menu. Just for you.”

Gojo Satoru always hated meetings.

He hated having to prepare what he would say, and hated even more whenever the conversation didn’t go the way he’d prepared. It wasn’t good that he saw meeting his father as a meeting, but that was what it was. An extremely rage-filled meeting that he was never prepared for because he had no idea what his father would say. 

“Listen, Satoru.” Oh, Satoru was listening, alright. “Mrs. L/N isn’t backing down. I fear she’s taking selling the company off the table.”

“Probably because you told her you didn’t want to buy it and just have it.” Satoru knew his words held bite to them, but that was the only way his father would realize that he can’t merely get whatever he wants. And also because he couldn’t stand talking about your family at all as the memory of the last time they had dinner was still fresh in his memory.

“I said I wasn’t paying the money she asked for, not that I wasn’t paying at all.”

“Father,” he said, letting out a strained breath. “You have to ask, not demand. And I’m not talking about this anymore—it’s not my problem and I’m not getting involved in it.

When Satoru walked out of the office, he realized that he was being harsher on his dad than he ever was. Hana seemed to realize the same, because she froze up when he opened the door and caught her standing a few feet away, probably having heard the entire short conversation. 

He brushed past her, giving her a small smile, towards their shared bedroom but she followed while saying, “Satoru, darling, are you okay?” She followed him to the bed where he laid down, fingers rubbing at his eyes as he tried to alleviate some of the tension away. “Talk to me, Satoru. Are you upset with your father?”

Of course. Of course he was upset with his father because when was he not?

“Hana, please—”

“No, Satoru.” She cut him off and he could barely inhale at her tone. Rarely had she sounded so curt with him, and everytime she did, he wasn’t sure how to pull her out of it except for leaving her alone. He hadn’t been able to figure out the specifics, despite it being many months since they’ve been married. “You’ve been acting off for the past week, and it started after dinner at the L/N’s. Did something happen?” “No.”

“Then what is it?”You. It was you who he couldn’t get out of his mind. He couldn’t forget how you’d once and for all, completely solidified that you and him were over. He couldn’t forget that he could’ve tried harder. He couldn’t forget that he could’ve explained everything. He could see that you were still seeking closure, and he knew he should give it to you but he couldn’t have. Not unless he wanted you to fall down the path of having to heal all over again. Because of him.

[valacirya]

Indis appreciation post!

Disclaimer: All the canon info is taken from Morgoth's Ring and Peoples of Middle Earth. Also, this isn't a character analysis/meta. It's just a list of stuff I love (plus some headcanons) about one of my favorite characters in the legendarium.

1. She's athletic and outdoorsy. We're told that Indis is "exceedingly swift of foot" and that "she walked often alone in the fields and friths of the Valar, turning her thought to things that grow untended." When Finwe sees her, she's chilling on a mountainside. I love that she's associated with nature, specifically the wilderness. She parallels Feanor in her exploration of Aman and interest in the imperfect. Also, this is purely self-indulgent but ever since reading HoME for the first time, I've pictured Indis as tall and broad, and muscular beneath a layer of fat.

2. She doesn't let her unrequited love affect her life. "There was ever light and mirth about her." She's not the pining, languishing princess stereotype. She goes on. She doesn't let it make her bitter or depressed, and she is so restrained that only Mandos and possibly Ingwe are aware of her feelings.

3. Part of her attraction to Finwe is intellectual. In HoME we're told that his "mastery of words delighted her." Considering that Indis is also a poet/composer ("wove words into song") and that the Vanyar enjoy linguistics, it makes sense. It's also just really cute.

4. She's politically minded. Her reasoning for pronouncing 's' instead of 'th' is: "I have joined the Noldor, and I will speak as they do." This is the right thing to do to gain the respect of the Noldor and their acceptance of her authority. I also think she makes a statement with Fingolfin and Finarfin's mother-names. Arakano ("high chieftain") and Ingoldo ("the Noldo, eminent among the kindred") are not only powerful, prophetic names, they're also strikingly similar to Ingwe ("chief of chieftains") who is the High King not just of the Vanyar, but all Eldar. What a power move.

5. She's able to balance her own culture with the culture she marries into. Indis integrates into Noldorin society easily while remaining Vanyarin at her core, as is evidenced by Finwe saying that "above all her heart now yearns for the halls of Ingwe and the peace of the Vanyar." Her sons also respect and are proud of their mixed heritage; Finarfin "loved the Vanyar, his mother's people" and is said to be like them (as are Finrod and Galadriel), and Fingolfin's daughter-in-law is Vanyarin (plus the Nolofinweans have a special connection to Manwe).

6. She gets an awesome prophecy about her line. "But I say unto you that the children of Indis shall also be great, and the Tale of Arda more glorious because of their coming. And from them shall spring things so fair that no tears shall dim their beauty; in whose being the Valar, and the Kindreds both of Elves and of Men that are to come shall all have part, and in whose deeds they shall rejoice. So that, long hence when all that here is, and seemeth yet fair and impregnable, shall nonetheless have faded and passed away, the Light of Aman shall not wholly cease among the free peoples of Arda until the end." Fuck yeah.

7. Her name means "valiant woman." This is the only definition given in Morgoth's Ring, I believe. I highly prefer it over the "bride" meaning because it's a badass name and is similar to Artanis ("noble woman") and Astaldo ("the valiant"). A headcanon that I'm particularly attached to is that Indis's mother-name is Indome, meaning "will of Eru."

8. She's popular with most of the Noldor. We're told that "Finwe, King of the Noldor, wedded Indis, sister of Ingwe; and the Vanyar and Noldor for the most part rejoiced." The majority of the Noldor also follow Fingolfin and Finarfin instead of Feanor.

9. She's friends with Nerdanel. HoME states that Nerdanel went to "abide with Indis, whom she had ever esteemed."

10. She gets pissed off at Finwe when he sides with Feanor. So much so that he thinks she won't want to see him if he's re-embodied. I know this is from his perspective but I'm inclined to agree. [However, this is still very presumptive of him, and his comment that "Indis parted from me without death" is super shitty. Eugh.]

11. She's close to her kids. Finarfin takes after her, Fingolfin passes on the name she gave him, Findis lives with her, Lalwen goes by the name she gave her. Finwe also says that "she hath dear children to comfort her."

So there we have it! What little info we get about Indis is pretty awesome. And this is just a list; I could write a whole essay on her fortitude and unconventionality and my numerous headcanons about her.

[ghostiexe]

Teacher AU!Wilbur x Reader

hello fellas i'm back with another wilbur fic he has been all i can think about for the past several days. take this

wordcount: 1,461 (part 1/?)

as always this is not proof read sorry lads

part 2 here

Being a teacher is not the job you thought you’d end up with when you were doing career planning in 12th grade, but here you stand. 

Back in the same high school you swore never to return to. 

Oh, well, then. At least you have mediocre pay and little to no benefits, right?

You sigh and drop a box onto the desk in your mostly empty classroom. It’s bare and almost liminal in a sense, and you can't help but feel creeped out. 

You step back from the desk and examine the room with your hands on your hips for a moment before shaking your head. This setup is awful, you decide. Time to change it up a bit. 

You get to work pushing desks across the room, trying to ignore the screeching of metal against linoleum. You’re already sweating and it’s only been a couple minutes since you made the decision to completely change the room. 

You huff softly as you drag another desk, having two of the legs lifted slightly off the ground. Suddenly, you lose your grip on it, and it falls directly onto your foot. 

“Fuck!” You exclaim, yanking your foot out from under it and pulling your leg up protectively, bouncing slightly as you try to keep your balance with your one foot on the ground. Suddenly, you hear a soft knock on your doorframe and you whip your head around to see who it is. 

You’re met with the sight of a concerned looking, very, very tall man. He has a mess of curly brown hair and glasses that are too big for his face, though you can’t help but think they suit him. “Um… Are you alright?” He asks, gesturing to your foot, which you realize you’re still holding. Your face flushes and you put your foot back down on the ground, tucking your hair, embarrassed. 

“Yes, I’m okay.” You assure him, laughing awkwardly. “Sorry, uh, for my language.” You apologize, and he cracks a small smile. 

“It’s okay.” He assures you, leaning against the doorframe. “Is this your first year teaching?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious as he looks you up and down. You nod. 

“Yeah, it is.” You admit, starting to drag the desk again. The man winces at the sound. “Do you need help?” He asks, and you nod instantly. 

“Yes please.” You say, sighing in relief. He walks over and lifts the other side of the desk, following your lead when you take it to the corner of the room. He clears his throat as the both of you work. 

“So, I assume you’re the new English teacher, then…?” He asks, and you nod, stepping back to look at your now rearranged room. You hum softly in approval of the sight. 

“Uh, yeah, I am.” You say, realizing you haven’t introduced yourself. You wipe your palms on your pants and reach out, offering your name and a handshake. He accepts. 

“I’m Wilbur.” He introduces himself. “Though you’ll have to refer to me as Mr. Soot in front of the kids, I suppose.” He says, shrugging. You smile gently. 

“Well, Mr. Soot, I appreciate the help.” You tell him, and he nods, glancing away and then back to you, looking a little shy. 

“It’s no problem, really.” He mumbles, scratching the back of his head. Your attention is drawn toward his outfit, then, and you let out a startled laugh. 

“Is that The Front Bottoms? No way, I love them.” You say. He looks a little surprised, but nods eagerly. 

“It is! You like them?” He asks, the nervousness slipping away slightly. “Yeah, of course!” You say, beaming up at him. “I’ve seen them in concert twice.” Wilbur groans at the news. 

“Unfair, I’ve been wanting to see them for forever.” He says with a small pout. You giggle. “Well, I wish you luck on getting tickets.” You say, lazily saluting. He laughs softly. 

“Well, now I’m glad I wore this shirt today.” He says. “You’ll probably not see me in it again for a while, I don’t dress casually on school days.” He says, crossing his arms and leaning against your wall. You hum. 

“Oh? And what do you teach, again?” You ask, and he sighs. “Oh, God, good question. Well, I’m supposed to be the History and Geography teacher, but the board found out I can play instruments, so now I’m supposed to be teaching a combined history-slash-music class. I had to plan the whole class in a month.” He complains, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. You wince. 

“Yikes. That sounds interesting, though. How did you manage that? Is it, like, just exploring the history of music?” You ask, and he nods.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He admits, rubbing his arm. “It’s probably gonna be a shit class, since I barely had time to put anything together.” He says with a sigh. “But I’m supposedly the ‘boring’ teacher anyway, so it’s not like I have a reputation to uphold anyway.” He says sarcastically. You frown. 

“Boring? You don’t seem boring to me, why do they think you’re boring?” You ask, genuinely bewildered. He winces. 

“Ah, well, I was a new teacher last year, so my lessons were very, uh, by the book, I guess you could say. I didn’t really put any of my own spins on the lessons or anything because I was too focused on trying to drill information into their brains.” He says, sounding a little embarrassed. “Ahh, I see.” You say sympathetically, nodding. “Well, what do you have planned for this year?” You ask, gesturing for him to come sit at your desk with you. You grab one of the plastic chairs for yourself and let him sit in your spinning chair. 

“Well, I’ve been trying to think of ways to spice geography up, so I found a couple games I thought might be interesting to have them play in class.” He says, tapping on his chin thoughtfully as he sits back in your chair, looking up at the ceiling. “I might have them playing Geoguessr.” He says, resting his hands on his lap. “Oh, that sounds fun!” You say, clapping your hands lightly. “I wish I could do something like that for my class.” You say. 

He turns his gaze back to you. “Well, what grade are you teaching English for?” He asks. “Because if you’ve got freshmen and sophomores, I’d say it’s probably not the best idea, but if you’ve got the juniors and seniors, you could definitely do something with them.” You nod. “I’m teaching for juniors and seniors, actually. But I have a senior creative writing class, too.” Wilbur looks pleased at the news. “Oh, really? What’ve you got planned for creative writing?” He asks, smiling softly. “I always like seeing what the students come up with, some of the kids from last year were actually really good.” He says. You smile back. 

“Well, I’ve planned a unit on the butterfly effect, but I also want to do some poetry next term.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear and gently tapping your fingers on the desk. Wilbur hums thoughtfully. 

“Well, poetry could be fun. I’m a shit poet, honestly, but I mean, at least they make for good song lyrics?” He says, wincing slightly before waving his hand to dismiss the topic. “That will be fun, though, I think. Is it an elective or required class?”

“Just an elective.” You respond, tucking away the comment about song lyrics for later. You still your hands and place them flat on the desk. “Thankfully. I don’t know if I could force a bunch of uninterested kids into actually doing the work if it was required.” You say, shaking your head. He makes a sympathetic sound. “Yeah, I understand. Sometimes I wish that I taught more elective classes, but there’s not really many history or geography related electives I would be eligible to teach, anyway.” He says, chuckling to himself. “Maybe if the kids drive me crazy enough I’ll just give up and have ‘em watch Crash Course videos for the whole class.” He jokes, and you giggle softly. 

“If only, if only.” You say, sighing dramatically. After a pause – a few moments of comfortable silence – you speak up again, clearing your throat. 

“So how’s the cafeteria food here? Any good? I mean, when I went to school here it sucked, any developments?” You ask. “Oh, you went here for high school?” He asks, before shaking his head. “Unfortunately no, by the way. What year did you graduate? I graduated in ‘18.” He says, pushing his large glasses up. 

“Oh, I graduated in 2019. We’re only a year apart, that’s cool.” You say, then glance at the time. “Shit, it’s nearly five.” You say, frowning. “I need to finish setting up my room.” You say, standing up and sighing. He nods in understanding. “That’s alright, I’ll leave you to it.” He says, standing up too. “Unless you need help, still?” You shoot him a grateful smile but shake your head. “No, it’s alright. Thank you, though. For helping, and for keeping me company. I’ll, uh, see you around?” You ask, and he nods. 

“Yeah, of course. I’ll make sure to drop by your classroom.” He says, running a hand through his curls. “And, um, don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.” He adds, sounding a bit shy. 

“Of course, thank you so much, Wilbur.” You say, grateful you’ve got someone to talk to now. You smile at him, though it looks a bit exhausted. “I’ll see you Monday.” 

“I’ll see you Monday.” He agrees, waving at you before stepping out and walking down the hall to his own room. The second he walks away you have to take a moment to breath. 

What the fuck, he was cute.

[cmdrfupa]

Felicity #2

Second chances were for regular people. Fourth chances were designed specifically for Toji. A chance meeting of having the same mark turned into a whirlwind romance and now here he was settled into the calm monotony of fatherhood and marriage. The worst has already happened so it can only go up from here, right?

~~please refer to *this* post for potential content warning~~

SAHD!Toji x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

“Lady. I have two children with me. Do you have not an ounce of shame?”

“I don’t discriminate. I think it’s hot seeing such an active father.”

Toji sucked his teeth. The baby was strapped to his chest, cooing while Megumi stared at yet another woman hitting on his father.

“Ma’am. I have a stepmom. My dad is trying to be nice.” stepping in front of his father, the tall teen gave a somewhat polite nod before reaching for the box of infant cookies.

“Dad, she’s been eating this brand. Maybe we should get a new flavor.”

The woman stood there, unwilling to accept the truth.

“Stepmother shouldn’t have you here picking up groceries with your father.” She looks back up to Toji, the thinning patience evident in his eyes. “Could always show you what a wife is supposed to do.”

Toji looks at the box Megumi holds before tossing it in the buggy. “Lady. You have 3 seconds to turn around and get out of my face before I call my wife. She will mop the floor with your tears. So, please.”

“Mah!” The baby smiled, grabbing her father’s face as he lowered his brow, gently kissing the infant's palm.

Now concerned, the woman walked past the trio, Megumi shaking his head as he pushed the cart.

“I’m not coming with you next time unless you wear a looser T-shirt. These run-ins are exhausting..”

“I know. But your help is appreciated. Tsumiki used to love coming to the grocery store with me.” Toji proceeded to cross something off the list, walking next to Megumi.

“Yeah, well, she’s off at uni, and I’m tired. So, can we wrap this up soon? I made plans with Itadori.”

Toji smiled, ruffling the boy's hair before throwing more necessities into the buggy.

“Go ahead and grab those ginger cookies you like, and meet me at the register.” Toji watched his look-alike walk off. “I’m gonna crack your big brother’s hard shell one of these days. Isn’t that right, Emiko?” The chubby-faced baby showed her gummy smile, leaning in to gnaw on Toji’s shirt.

Toji took on the role of stay-at-home Dad much easier than you expected. However, it took more time to convince Shiu, a man who wanted no acquaintanceship initially, that it was the right decision.

(almost 2 years ago)

“Fushiguro, what the hell do you mean she wants to expand the family? They haven’t brought it up to me!” Shiu lit another cigarette before finishing the one between his lips. “You can still do that?”

“Ouch, Kong. I thought we were friends.” Toji sat back on the leather couch, smiling as the new contract envelope sat on the table before him. “Megumi has brought up wanting a sibling. And the missus isn't against it. We've been together for 6 years, and I’m not getting younger.”

“Toji, I can't lose both my top hirelings because you fell in love and now trying to populate the city with a litter of kids. Just get this last one under your belt, and I’ll make sure to wipe your slate clean. Nothing leading back to you or your past, I promise.”

Curious, Toji opened the envelope, reading over the contents until something specifically grabbed his attention. “Haru Zenin? Shiu, what the hell is this.”

“They want to hire you. Simple.” The death stare Toji gave him pushed him to say more. “Not you in particular. They don't know it's you. They just want the best, so they came to me, not knowing that one of the best is their blood. Wild coincidence, right?”

He read the contract. The rival family attacked the child of Haru Zenin, who was his cousin. They wanted to retaliate. In reality, they just wanted to end the issue if they went the route of an assassin.

“I'm not doing it. I've got way too much to lose now. Especially with having Megumi back home full-time with us. Give it to my wife.”

“That's not how this works. You won't be compromised and there isn't a time frame-”

Toji hugged Shiu, holding his shoulders and proceeding to flick the cigarette from his mouth.

“I'm cooking smoked duck curry and cheese tteokbokki tonight. Megs has been asking about his uncle, and we'd love to have you there, yeah?”

Toji sat with a face of defeat, Emiko wailing in her high chair after tossing another spoonful of mashed cauliflower on the floor.

“Oh, sweetpea. Come on. Just one little spoon for Dada? See how tasty it is to me?” Reluctantly, Toji put the now cold mush in his mouth, fighting off the immediate recoil of disgust. “Mmm… so so good,” he coughed down a gag, shivering after he swallowed. Emiko laughed. The sound of her sweet giggle helped ease the tension on his shoulders. “Okay, sweet girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Gentleness wasn't lost on Toji. Years of killing didn't make him an insensitive monster. But being here every moment with his baby girl was altering his brain. He was actively involved in how she was being raised, choosing outfits, handling every diaper, and even implementing tummy time with the sensory toys he found, thanks to Pinterest. He was fully embracing this new chapter. However, the chapter included being a father to a teen who spoke 13 words maximum. Toji was willing to work with it.

Megumi would die if his dad knew he appreciated the effort he'd been putting in. Making sure Megumi had his own room for when he was home, letting him be a big brother, and doing family things together. Toji had become the father Megumi both wanted and needed, even before baby Emiko. He knew you were a big part of the dramatic change and it meant he should probably try to show his appreciation outwardly. So he offered to help Toji while he was home from school.

“Want me to clean the kitchen?” Megumi stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Yea, that’d be great. Thanks, Megs.”

“K.” Toji watched as Megumi walked back to the kitchen before turning his attention back to the infant.

“I told Mama about these long trips. We miss her a lot, don't we.” he began to tenderly bathe the baby. The shallow water swayed over her chubby legs. “But Mama is tough and so are you. She'll be home soon. Til then, you've got the old man and big brother.” the burbly infant smiled as the soapy suds disappeared from her hands.

Wasn't long before Megumi was done. The dishes dried and put away, the floor was spotless and the baby's highchair was disassembled, disinfected, and put back together. He mosied back to his room but stopped at the sound of a familiar snore. “Old man. ‘Tch” Toji sat snoring with the baby on his chest in the rocking chair. The baby wasn't sleeping, just accepting her fate as her father at least got her dressed for bed.

“Oi. Come on Emi. Lets get you a bottle.” Megumi gently cradled the baby to his chest, walking with a bounce as he grabbed a bottle from the fridge and sat it in the bottle warner.

“You know, Dad's doing his best.” he held the nipple of the warm bottle of milk to the baby's mouth before she took it immediately. “He is trying and even Uncle Gojo is shocked. Mom.. she's gonna be back to us soon.”

The curly dark hair of the baby brought a fond smile to Megumi’s face. “You look like me when I was a baby. Minus the curls. And the smile.” her lids began to slowly close as her grip on the bottle loosened.

Megumi had seen you burp the baby and figured that would be the next step. “Okay. I've seen mom do this. Uh. So I'll just sit you here, hold you up here, aaaaand” After a few moments of light back pats, 2 healthy belches come out. “Nice.” Emiko clings back to Megumi, holding onto the neck of his shirt as she closes her eyes.

Toji watched from the doorway, watching his only son display the most emotion he'd ever seen him exhibit. This was your doing. Making him an in-shape father. Fit for trying and doing. ’Did he just call you Mom? Oh fuck.’

“You alright kid? Want me to get her to bed?” Megumi looked over as Toji approached.

“It's cool, I can lay her down.” He stood carefully, holding the baby’s head and back as he rose. “And you were sleeping. Figured I could feed her seeing how tired you were.”

“Megs. Thank you.”

“You already said that.”

“Yeah but, not just just helping with the baby. But for um, everything..”

Megumi sucked in a breath. “I know. And thank-you. For everything.”

“Of course. Anytime. Anything.”

“Cool.���

Megumi walked past Toji to the baby's room, lying her down and turning on the night light before heading back to the living room.

“Dad. Can we talk?”

Toji walked to the kitchen, baby bottle in hand as he went to clean it in the sink.

“Yea. Everything good? What's up?”

“How can you tell if someone likes you?”

Baffled, Toji grabbed the scrub daddy and cleaned the few dishes in the sink. “Like… Likes you like you?”

“What the hell do two likes mean?” jumping up, Megumi sat on the counter. “I guess yes. Likes me likes me. We’re always hanging out and doing stuff together… But the vibe feels different than just friends.”

Internally, Toji was having the freakout every mother would have about their baby growing up. His only son, came to him, about dating and girls. *‘I'm definitely rubbing this in Satoru's face’*

“Whose the person? Is it the Kugisaki girl? She's always around you and that Itadori kid.” Toji leaned up against the island counter.

Megumi cleared his throat before shaking his head. “No… not her.”

“Well you only hangout with those two so if it isn't her then is there another girl-” drying his hands, he glances at his long haired double. A gentle smile found itself sprouting on his face. “Do you like him back?”

There was a hesitant, gentle nod from Megumi that gave Toji his answer. A moment of silence fell over the kitchen as Toji tried to give Megumi space to do this how he wanted.

“Is that okay? To like him like this?”

“Of course. I want you to be happy. And if the pink haired kid who eats all the Taiyaki when he's over is who you have interest in.. I'm all for it.” He went to stand next to his son, throwing the dish rag over his shoulder. “Now. I think you should invite him over for dinner sometime.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I can grill em. Gotta make sure he's good enough for my kid. I’ll race him then we can have a strong man challenge.”

With a heavy sigh and roll of the eyes, Megumi hopped off the counter mumbling as he made his way to his room.

“Love you too Megs!”

Reunited At Last

You'd finally returned from your mission after three weeks of travel and minimal contact home.

After a week back of catching up and enjoying time with the kids, date night rolled around. Gojo graciously took Emiko while you and Toji spent time in one of Gojos’ penthouses.

“So you mean to tell me, I missed all of that?” A small bit of fomo settled as Toji shared the big and small strides made in your absence. But you relished knowing how amazingly your partner handled everything. “You weren't too much with Megs, were you? Coming out can be profound, even for someone so reserved.”

“Mama. Of course not. It just felt really good to have him trust me in that way.” Toji laid his head on your chest, his large frame providing a blanket of comfort as you ran your fingers through his silky hair.

“You’ve been doing remarkable as a dad. Megumi sees the effort and I think you should be proud of yourself.”

Years of not-so-great fatherly actions would beg to differ, and those moments crept back. Toji sat up on his elbow, the silk sheet shifting, now bunching up over his waist as he looked down at your face.

As the moonlight filters into the bedroom, it casts a soft, silvery glow over the room. The curtains softly dance in the gentle breeze, sheets tousled and wrinkled, a testament to the intimacy shared just a few moments prior. Your angelic face brought him out of the doubt that attempted to take over a sweet moment. You were his saving grace.

“I wouldn't be this remarkable without you.”

“‘Tch. I just added a little refinement. You were getting your shit together when we met.”

“Barely. I got it all the way together when you told me you'd walk away from me after backsliding and seeing how pissed megs was when you went back to your place for a week.”

“I don't know. Sounds like you're whipped to me.”

“Yeah. No shit baby.” Sliding his arms around you, Toji pulled you on top of him, skimming his fingers over the curvature of your dimpled hips as you settled into his embrace. “Im a fucking simp.”

“Oh my God. Simp?? You are too old to say that shit old man.”

“You're literally only 4 years younger than me. Shut the hell up, respectfully.”

Tired giggles filled the room as you nestled into his familiar embrace. Another night of rest and contentment.

Life gave another chance.

Thank you @/saradika-graphics for the lovely dividers!

thank you for reading <3

[bison-appreciation-club]

So I am aware that I am the only person making Edward II content as far as I can see, bUT if you are writing/drawing my guy then here is some advice from a MASSIVE Edward II nerd:

let's discuss Edward's appearance in excessive detail (yay)

Ok so. The basics: he had blond curly hair that reached his shoulders, parted in the middle in the style of the time. And a beard. Or at least he does in his effigy, in which we can imagine he is 43, his age at the time of death.

I mean. Let's take a moment to appreciate his hair. It is A Look that I want to emulate with all my heart ands soul. Just me? Fine.

In earlier depictions of him he is clean shaven. For example, this drawing of him when he was accepting the title of Prince of Wales from his father

look at my little guy (literally little, because the picture turned out tiddly and I don't know why). Lmao. Anyway, here are some more pictures of Edward II.

I sometimes see people say that this is a young Edward III, but as this was produced in 1326 I doubt it. I rarely see drawings of royalty before they become active in politics, which Edward III at the tender age of 14 had not yet become. So it's more likely that this is just a very youthful looking Edward II.

Again, this is probably Edward II. It's not specified, but it was produced during his reign so we can safely assume it's the man himself.

ok, so those are some drawings of him, what next?

unfortunately we don't know what his eye colour or complexion was. I'd imagine his eyes were probably blue or grey as it's quite rare to have blond hair and dark eyes. Also (and yes, I am looking too deeply into this, but shush), both his parents had dark hair, so for him to have lighter coloured hair would suggest a lack of pigmentation in hair and eyes, which would also lead to poor eyesight. (I can confirm this because I have the same problem. Both my parents have dark brown hair and dark eyes but I am blond and blue eyed as the pigmentation in my hair and eyes didn't develop as quickly as normal - it's common for white people to be blond when born and then for their hair to darken, but with me this is happening much more slowly than it did for my parents. As a result my eyesight is so bad that I can't buy glasses frames thick enough to contain the lenses lmao.)

here are what some of Edward's contemporaries had to say about him (quotes taken from Kathryn Warner's excellent blog)

"tall and strong, a fine figure of a handsome man"

"fair of body and great of strength"

"of a well-formed and a handsome person"

"one of the strongest men of his realm"

(To be honest the fact that he was super hot seems to be his only redeeming feature in the eyes of the monks.)

Edward enjoyed 'unkingly' activities such as digging ditches, thatching roofs and doing blacksmith work, so we can imagine that he was really strong (the quotes back this up). His father, Edward I, was six foot two so Edward II would have been pretty tall too.

So, in conclusion, if you're writing/drawing Edward II give him awesome hair. Give him dirt under his fingernails. Give him muscles. For the love of God don't turn him into the Braveheart version.

(also, when I look up references to the muscular structure most of the drawings that come up look like they're on steroids. don't put Edward on steroids. The strongest men in the world don't have ridiculously defined muscles. They just look 'bulky' or 'barrel chested'. So yeah :).)

Hope this helps!!! If not, at least this has been an excuse to ramble about Edward II.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Eren Yeager x f!reader x Zeke Yeager [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I basically wrote a bunch of vignettes and threw in some wordy headcanons. This is a repost. I wrote it in like 2022. [ SYNOPSIS ] You've just adopted two disasters, I mean dogboys. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, hybrids (duh), threesome (mmf), knotting, cigarettes (Zeke), voyeurism, exhibitionism, jerking off, fingering, teasing, nipple play, creampie, impact play (Zeke receiving), dacryphilia (Zeke’s the crybaby), panty sniffing, thick Yeager dick, cum play, Zeke has grey eyes because I'm addicted to the manga version of him, this fic is so ridiculous like don't take it seriously. Just enjoy the ride.

When you adopted Eren and Zeke you fully expected to get two normal dogs. The ad on Craigslist purported two mutts, related but not from the same litter. They were a bonded pair that could not be separated. It claimed they had all their shots and were totally healthy, but not neutered which was emphasized for some strange reason. You made a mental note to get that taken care of, if the dogs were to become yours.

You responded to the listing expressing interest. You listed off a few qualifications: you were an experienced dog owner, you had a large yard they could play in, and you didn’t smoke. You received a response almost immediately.

Yard sounds cool. The smoking shit doesn’t matter. Do you have cable or do you stream everything? Would appreciate a response asap k thnx.

You could not imagine why they needed such information, but regardless you responded.

Hi! I have basic cable and Hulu. Is that okay?

Your answer was deemed acceptable. Phone numbers were exchanged and you were asked to meet at a local park the next day. It was a great relief that they wanted to meet in a public place. 

That night you couldn’t sleep. You were simply too damn excited. The sun couldn’t come up soon enough. It felt like it purposefully slowed down. Minutes felt like hours. It was unbearable. Of course by the time you were able to drift off, your alarm chimed and it was time to go get your dogs.

You arrived at the park right on time. There were a few kids running around with their parents trailing after them and two young men standing off in the distance, but not a single person with two dogs. You waited around for ten minutes until you got the nerve to call the person. It was perplexing to hear someone else’s phone ringing while you made the call.

“Yeah?”

You heard the voice through the phone and in the air.

“Uh… Wait, are you here? I think I see you.” You squinted and took a better look at the two men loitering. “Where are the dogs?”

One of the men pointed at you which caused the one on the phone to hang up and wave you over. You made eye contact with one of the parents, hoping that would be enough incentive to come to your aid if needed.

“Hi,” you said as you dropped a pin to a friend.

Someone, anyone, needed to know where you were lest you get the Law and Order: SVU treatment The two men looked normal enough. Both were rather tall and well built. One had long, silky chocolate-colored hair. The other was of the wavy, flaxen persuasion. You noted they were both wearing hats: the brunette wore a denim bucket hat and the blonde a nondescript baseball cap. 

“Oh hey, sorry for hanging up. I figured since you’re here and my phone is running low on minutes,” the brunette said.

“That’s fine. Where are the dogs?”

The two men looked at each other and then back at you.

“You didn’t say anything about the hybrid thing in the ad, did you?” the blonde asked, hanging his head.

“Do you think anyone would’ve responded otherwise?”

“What hybrid thing?” you questioned.

The men redirected their attention towards you.

“We’re th—”

“We’re the dogs, alright!” the brunette exclaimed.

He dramatically pulled his hat off, revealing two brown button ears. He then proceeded to knock the baseball cap off the blonde by smacking the bill upwards. He too had little button ears. You were filled with conflicting emotions. You were attracted to their good looks and you thought their ears were cute. But you were also disappointed they weren’t normal dogs.

“Listen, we understand if—”

The brunette interrupted him again. “I don’t! Please take us home with you. I promise we’ll be good. Or I will at least. Honestly you can just take me in. I don’t even know who that guy is.”

“I’m his brother.”

“No he isn’t.”

You stared at them, debating whether or not you should take them in. You didn’t have the biggest home, but you could probably get creative and make it work. However there was still a twinge of paranoia. You weren’t certain you could trust them. But on the other hand you could use the company.

“You can both come live with me. The ad said you were a bonded pair so…”

“Eren, you said we were bonded?” the blonde asked, blushing and eyes sparkling.

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Uh, okay! You guys ready to go then?” you rallied, trying to prevent any conflict from brewing.

Their eyes lit up and their bushy tails started wagging. You were powerless against them. They were yours and you were theirs. You couldn’t wait to get them home and let them get cozy. And more importantly shower. They both looked a little rough around the edges.

On the way home you couldn’t help but stare at their ears, curious as to how they felt. You tried to resist the urge to pinch them, but it became too big of a burden to bear.

“Can I touch—”

“Yes,” they sighed.

Zeke was the more affectionate of the two, but only towards you and Eren. He was pleasant yet standoffish with others, keeping most people at an arm’s length. He had no issues wearing a collar and actually preferred it, unlike Eren. It gave Zeke a sense of security, something his life often lacked. He was incredibly intelligent, but prone to getting lost in his own thoughts. And he preferred spending his days in the yard sprawled out in a hammock with no shirt on, chain smoking and reading.

Eren was a bit of a wild one. He only wanted attention on his own terms, but was open to getting it from anyone he was friendly with. He tended to be a bit of a loner, spending most of his time outdoors. He liked being out in the woods, hiking on balmy days. He was significantly more active than Zeke though you suspected that had something to do with him being younger. Eren was also a bit more hardy than his brother, and lacked the seasonal allergies Zeke had been cursed with since he was a pup.

Since neither of them worked they tended to play housewife while you toiled away at work. Zeke was on laundry duty because Eren was a chronic clothes shrinker. Eren did the cooking, priding himself on his knife skills. He was constantly baking bread with a preference for sourdough. Zeke wasn’t a bad cook by any means, but he lacked the passion Eren exuded. He preferred to clean anyway. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up in the middle of the night to pee and find him scrubbing the toilet.

Depending on where you were in your menstrual cycle, they would both get incredibly clingy and flirtatious. If one of them was feeling particularly bold they’d rub their hard cock on you while you slept. It didn’t bother you much. You had developed a bit of a crush on them. Your sick enjoyment fed off of their desperation. Even the more traditionally annoying behaviors were still a turn on. Like how your underwear was prone to going missing. You’d find it crumpled up and stiff in the strangest places. You never bothered to ask because you didn’t want to embarrass them, or give them any incentive to stop.

Your first tryst with them couldn’t have happened under sillier circumstances. It was late one night. You and Eren had crawled into bed while Zeke stayed up watching the Planet Earth episode on caves. Eren fell asleep almost immediately after pulling you into his warm embrace. You nuzzled your face in his neck, letting your nose graze his Adam’s apple.

Just as you were about to drift off Zeke clumsily opened the door. He skulked around before hopping into bed. You were hoping he’d spoon you, putting you in a dogboy sandwich. But alas, he was going to sleep beside Eren.

Zeke yawned and snaked his arms around his brother. You struggled to hold back a laugh as he wriggled and pulled his brother close. Eren groaned and tried to shake Zeke off.

“Don’t be mean,” Zeke whined.

Zeke then proceeded to grope Eren’s chest.

“Oh… That’s not right,” he said, palming Eren’s pectoral muscle.

“I was waiting for you to notice. Can you please stop rubbing your dick on me?”

“I didn’t know it was you.”

“You couldn’t smell me?”

“You smelled like her shampoo. My—my allergies have been acting up. I can’t smell straight.”

“Makes sense considering there was nothing straight about what you just did.”

“You guys are too much,” you yawned, rolling over onto your back.

Eren fixed his verdant gaze on you. Zeke rested his chin on Eren’s head and did the same. They looked hungry, starved practically. Zeke reached out and booped your nose.

“What?” You asked, laughing.

“I’m bored,” Zeke sighed.

Eren nodded in agreement.

“It’s nighttime. Just fall asleep,” you muttered.

“I doubt he could fall asleep with that raging boner.”

Zeke immediately turned pink and rolled over, trying to mask his shame. He pulled the sheets over his head and sighed heavily.

“Maybe you should help him take care of it?” Eren purred.

“I wouldn’t be averse to that,” Zeke concurred, his voice muffled by cool cotton.

You cleared your throat. While you were very much aware your precious dogboys wanted to bury their noses in your cunt, you never actually considered sleeping with either of them. You weren’t even sure what that would entail.

“If you fuck Zeke, I get to watch.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” Zeke said dreamily.

Eren grumbled. He wasn’t the best at accepting Zeke’s affection, especially when it was a bit too eager.

“I guess I’m up for it. I can’t remember the last time I fucked someone.”

“I’ll be gentle. Unless you, uh, don’t want me to be. I’m more than prepared to destroy you. I can make it so that no one will ever want you again after I’m through with you.”

“Criiiiiiiiinge,” Eren yawned.

“Be nice,” you chastised, pinching one of Eren’s velvety ears.

“So?” Zeke asked expectantly.

You could hear his tail thumping against the mattress. How could you deny such an excitable boy?

“I’m down.”

Zeke jumped out of bed and started getting undressed. You and Eren made eye contact and laughed.

“Desperate much?”

“He’s not desperate. Just dumb and eager,” you laughed.

Zeke pouted as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his god-like form. His chest was covered with hair, the same color as a fertile field of wheat. You never got used to seeing him shirtless even though he often went without one. Every time was like the first time, just you in utter awe of his beautiful body.

“You can get undressed faster than that,” Eren goaded.

Zeke pulled off his boxers and balled them up, beaning them at Eren.

“Happy?”

“Not as happy as you apparently,” you chuckled.

Zeke’s cock was hard as a rock, nearly sticking straight up. It was thick, veiny, and of average length which was a relief. Zeke glanced down at it and then made eye contact with you. It was clear he sought approval; he needed validation.

“Very nice, baby.”

“Baby? You never call me baby.”

“That’s because you’re not my baby, Eren.”

“Yeah, Eren, you’re not her baby.”

“Well, what are you two waiting for?” Eren asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He took the quilt with him, wrapping it around himself.

Zeke returned to the bed and got on top of you. He reached under your nightgown and peeled off your underwear. He sniffed them before he handed them to Eren who did the same. Zeke slipped his hand between your thighs and spread apart your folds. He pushed his rough fingers into your cunt and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. He maintained eye contact the entire time. His grey gaze was heavy with ardor. His face couldn’t have been closer to yours. You reached up and stroked his cheek, feeling his lush beard. He hummed happily and continued to finger you.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, curling his fingers inside you.

A “mhm” was all you could muster. It seemed to be enough for Zeke because he beamed and kissed you. To say you weren’t ready was an understatement. He pushed his tongue past your teeth and rolled it against yours. His lips were soft unlike Eren’s which tended to be chapped. A little, joyous whimper emanated from you as his breath lilted into your lungs. It tasted of tobacco and his overpriced, spearmint toothpaste. You wanted him to consume you.

“Can one of you make some noises or something? You guys are too quiet. It’s weird,” Eren heckled.

Zeke broke the kiss. “You do realize not everyone sounds like they’re in Bang Bros video, right?”

Eren was quiet.

“Maybe so. But c’mon. Do something interesting.”

Zeke placed his hands on the small of your back and lifted you forward. He flicked his tongue against your firm nipple. You draped your arms over his shoulders and dragged your nails down his back. You were careful not to dig too deep. You weren’t interested in drawing blood. Zeke was too delicate on an emotional level. His life had been hard enough. You knew he wanted to be pampered, not mangled.

He didn’t seem to hold you in the same regard because he began to bite your nipple. It wasn’t very hard, but still you yelped.

“Hey! Don’t hurt her, you dingus,” Eren teased.

He pulled on Zeke’s wagging tail.

“What good does hurting me do?” He asked ruefully.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair and gave it a tug.

“Not you too.”

“It’s not my fault it’s so fun to be a little mean to you… Do you want us to stop?”

“No,” Zeke mumbled. “I—I like it.”

Eren pulled on his tail again. Zeke groaned and buried his face into your neck. You patted his head and told him how good of a boy he was.

“How good?” He asked, nipping at your neck.

“The best.”

“What about me?” Eren asked.

“You’re a good boy too, I guess.”

Zeke smirked and began to stroke the length of his cock. He gently nudged you back down, leaving you supine. He rubbed his cocktip on your throbbing clit, leaving a few droplets of precum behind. Eren sighed and moved so that he was lying next to you.

“I needed a better view,” he admitted.

“Fair enough,” Zeke groaned as he slid his cock inside you.

Eren stuck his hand under his sweatpants and began to jerk off. You were ecstatic he wanted to watch Zeke split you in two.

Zeke’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. He let his cock gradually stretch out your tight cunt. You loved the fullness you felt, how his cock swelled inside you. It was a sensation you’d never been blessed with before. You felt like you were seeing stars as Zeke picked up the pace. His balls slapped against your taint, leaving a stinging pain in their wake.

“You can fuck her harder than that,” Eren heckled through gritted teeth.

His sweatpants had a sizable wet spot.

“Leave me alone,” Zeke mumbled.

You pinched his ear and gently pulled on it.

“Are you gonna cry, Zekey?”

“Please do not call me that. And what the? No, I’m not going to cry.”

“You do when you jerk off with her underwear,” Eren laughed.

Zeke lost his rhythm; his thrusts became erratic. His cock was hitting your cervix. You felt a dull ache in the depths of your cunt.

“That was one time. I don’t always cry after I come.”

You grabbed his ass and pulled his body closer to you. He let out a low groan as you dug your nails into his voluptuous ass.

“Come on. Cry for me, crybaby,” you teased.

Zeke knitted his brow and didn’t heed your remark. He just kept thrusting away. You felt your orgasm cresting the horizon. You bucked your hips against Zeke.

Eren moaned and ended up coming all over his hand. He licked his palm clean. You were disappointed he didn’t let you lap up his cum.

“Hey, Zeke,” Eren said, catching his breath.

Zeke asked, “What is it now?”

Eren got up and yanked on Zeke’s tail.

“Goddammit!”

“Pull on it again,” you moaned, digging your nails deeper into his plush ass.

Eren was more than happy to comply. A few tears fell from Zeke’s starry, grey eyes.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Nah,” he coughed out as Eren tugged on it again. “Maybe a little.”

“Should we g—go easier on you?” You stammered, trying to stave off your orgasm.

“No. Keep doing it.”

Eren moved one of your hands away from Zeke’s ass cheek and he gave it a firm spank.

“Eren!” Zeke yelped.

“Too hard?”

“Just a fucking little!”

You stroked Zeke’s beard, directing his attention on you. He sighed as you tightened around the length of his cock. He gritted his teeth as you writhed underneath him. Eren spanked his ass again, but this time it was gentler. It was inaudible and your little, flaxen dogboy didn’t cry out in pain.

“I’m gonna—“ You desperately moaned.

Zeke gazed down at you; his eyes were dark with lust. They were the color of clouds right before a thunderstorm. You wanted to get caught in his downpour. He fucked you harder than he had before. His cock continued to swell. Your juices flowed from your cunt, intermingling with Zeke’s precum.

“Is he crying?” Eren asked.

You were too caught up in your orgasm to humor Eren’s relentless teasing. Your toes curled and you saw white as you came.

“You look so pretty taking my co—Fuck! Eren!”

You glanced at Eren who had once again pulled on Zeke’s tail. You giggled as Zeke grunted. You used your thumb to wipe away the little tears that had collected in his lower lashes.

“Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?”

He nodded and bucked his hips. A steady stream of cum filled your cunt to the brim. You were stuffed full of its milky warmth and his throbbing knot. You held him close to your body as he finished. Eren, being the little shit he was, tugged on Zeke’s tail one last time. The blonde let out a few whimpers before he collapsed. He was careful not to put his full weight on you.

“Can I come for you like a good boy now?” Eren asked.

“You gotta w—wait a bit. I’m stuck in her for the time being.”

You rubbed Zeke’s ass and he nuzzled his face into your neck. He could be so affectionate. If you ever tried to tell anyone, they’d never believe you. The only people that ever saw this side of him were you and Eren.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll get your turn,” you said, gesturing to Eren to cuddle up beside you.

Eren did and weaseled his way under your arm. You gave him a little peck on the cheek. It would only be a matter of time before Zeke could pull out and let Eren have his turn.

[thedoctorisgroovy]

Schooled - Chapter 4

Chapter 3

» Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

» Word count: 1691

» Warnings/Tags: none I think! clingy!reader, clingy!Spencer, mention of being shot but no detail, very tiny makeout, established relationship, angst if you squint, fluff, Garcia being the best friend ever, also Garcia teasing Spencer.

» A/N: Reader has landed at home!! Hooray, this chapter was honestly so self interest because I just love Garcia and I want her to be my friend. Ignore how he looks in this gif, this is still S3-5 Reid in my head.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed when the plane landed but you didn’t check it. Everyone stood to say their goodbyes and exit the plane but you and Spencer stayed behind once everyone had left. He reached his hand up to your cheek and pulled you in for a deep kiss. The kiss was desperate, lips devouring each other. You reached your hands into his hair and pulled slightly on his curls. He wrapped his hands around your waist, holding you tightly, trying to provide some comfort to this goodbye with his hands and arms. You pulled away, breathless.

“That was some goodbye,” you laughed looking into his eyes.

“I’ll call you as soon as I can okay?” He affirmed. You nodded and he kissed you once more quickly before you both left the plane. Stepping into the arrivals area, you see a woman - clearly an officer undercover - holding a sign with your last name on it. You walk up and shake her hand exchanging small and quick pleasantries/greetings. As she lead you to the car, you finally pulled your phone out of your pocket checking the messages from Garcia.

“Hey Dollface.” Her favourite nickname for you, “Officer Knightly is the cop that I’ve assigned to meet you and take you to your own apartment!! Don’t say I don’t treat you well ;) It’s a studio about a 15 minute walk from your old high school (urgh school). Knightly will give you the keys when you arrive and I’ve also arranged to have a present waiting for you. Love you, good luck and call me. XOXO Penelope.”

You smiled at her message and stuffed your phone back into your pocket. As you got into the car you suddenly realised you had no idea what apartment building she was talking about. The drive was only about 30 minutes from the airport so you brushed the thought away thinking it didn’t matter because you’d see it for yourself soon enough. The drive was uneventful, passing familiar landmarks, sprawling fields and buildings, the gnawing pit in your stomach causing you to zone out enough that you hadn’t even noticed that you’d pulled up to the apartment building. It looked relatively new and you were surprised by two things. The first was that the town had spent money on swanky new apartments and the second being that your town had enough new arrivals moving in that they needed more accommodation. You felt bad that you weren’t able to maintain conversation with the officer who’d so kindly taken the time to be your private chauffeur.

“Agent? We’re here.” Officer Knightly nudged you gently. You just nodded at her, thoughts too distant to form a reply. You looked up at the towering building before you - in reality it wasn’t that tall, probably only 7 floors at most, but in your lonely and anxious state you felt like it could fall and crush you.  The officer lead you through the front doors and up the stairs to the 3rd floor to your door. She handed you the keys which you tried to awkwardly accept while also holding your bags, which took some shuffling.

“Okay, here we are 303. This is where I leave you now Agent, but I’ve been told by your colleague… Garcia, that there’s a present inside?” She questioned with a small chuckle.

“Thanks, yeah apparently so. She certainly knows how to make light of a situation.” You smiled and paused briefly.

“I’m sorry I haven’t really spoken to you much, I appreciate your help in getting me here. I’ve just been out of it you know?” You stumbled slightly over the words in your apology, hoping it still presented as sincere.

“Hey, I get it. It must be weird trying to solve a case where you grew up, especially since you can’t be seen with your usual back up. I hope everything goes well. I’ll be with the rest of your team at the station so just know we’re all supporting you and working on stopping this guy.” She reached out her hand to shake it, but quickly realised you didn’t have one spare. She gave you a smile and a nod - which you returned - before she walked back down the hallway out of sight. You stood in the hallway outside the door for a couple of seconds, not really sure why you were hesitating.

“No time like the present” you said to no one, remembering what Spencer had said to you the first time you met. Saying it gave you comfort and confidence whenever you were presented with a new case, you figured it would help you to enter the non threatening apartment before you. Your new front door was exceedingly plain you thought to yourself as you tried to put the key in the lock and open it, now surprisingly eager to see your new “home” for the next however long. After entering and closing the door behind you, you were shocked at how spacious this place was. It was still only a studio, but the layout was deceivingly roomy. To your right a nice looking bathroom, down the “hall” a nice big queen sized bed, a kitchenette built into the wall and opposite the bed a desk stretching the entire length of the back wall. You snooped around the cupboards and drawers briefly, familiarising yourself with the space and where you could put your things before turning your attention to your “gift” from Garcia on the desk.

On the desk was a medium sized cardboard box and a brown folder, neatly placed and topped with a pink bow. You open the folder and immediately noticed Garcia’s handwriting, adorning the page with pink glitter gel pen.

“Dollface, I thought it would be fun if you could have a makeover moment before you head back to school! The kids are obsessed with different aesthetics nowadays and thought you’d fit in more if you found yours. I’ve left you some makeup, some wigs and a few staple clothing pieces, have fun and send me pics!!! Xoxoxo.” Your eyes widened, there’s now way she actually expected you to do this right? You’d brought your own makeup and clothes thinking it would suffice but she was correct. You’d heard phrases like “clean girl aesthetic,” “coquette” and ”whimisgoth” and thought it was too complicated for you to care, but now it was very much your reality. When you were back in school there was “emo,” “jock,” “preppy” none of which you’d chosen to fit into at the time deeming it unimportant and also another way to get bullied. Luckily your phone started ringing, pulling you out of your mild panicked state and immediately emitting a small soft sigh seeing Spencer’s name lit up in front of you.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said softly.

“Hey you. Hows things your end?” You replied trying to sound causal.

If Spencer could tell that it sounded forced, he didn’t comment on it which you were grateful for. You talked about both of your new accommodations briefly, laughing at the fact that Garcia had left you both a present of the makeover variety which you couldn’t wait to potentially see him in - especially if it meant him wearing a wig.

“She addressed the envelope to ‘Pretty Boy’.” He admitted sounding embarrassed. You gasped and tried to stifle your laughter but it fell out anyway, a cackle leaving your throat.

“Oh my god, please tell me the rest.” You begged.

“Fine,” he grumbled, “Hey pretty boy, unlike Dollface and I, I know you’re not into clothes so I brought you something else to wear for the case. I will drag you kicking and screaming away from your dishevelled geography teacher look. Spencer Reid, meet the 21st Century.” Poor man sounded so disheartened.

“My clothes aren’t that bad are they?” He asked, sounding a little hurt.

“Not at all, I think you always look great! I’ve always had a thing for hot guys in sweaters.” You affirmed, hoping he could hear your smile through the phone.

Going over the plan for the morning was the important part, you’d agreed not to interact during school hours obviously which also extended to; not looking at each other too much in the hallways or class and if you needed to talk to each other or the team, you were to liaise with the schools’ principal.

There was already a plan in place for you both to meet with the principal before first period, she wanted to be included on the case and the team felt it best to have someone who has your backs watching and supporting you, and someone you could report your findings to without raising suspicion. She was to bring you into the office at the same time, talk over the case and then dismiss you both into your new roles.

“Well, I suppose I’d better go for the evening and find my new look!” You chuckled half heartedly into the phone. You’d never quite realised just how co-dependent you and Spencer had become and hoped that this wouldn’t be an issue for the case. In reality, you knew you’d be fine without him for a short while, but it seemed like this new reality might be too much for you both. He’d always been a tad clingy but even more so since you’d got shot last year. He had this incessant need to protect you which you adored but deep down wished for some respite from.

You were both FBI agents after all. However, your own behaviour hadn’t been much different either. If anything you played into the need for protection, settling comfortably into the role of damsel in distress and scolded yourself for doing so. You knew that neither of you wanted to be the reason for anything jeopardising this task and you’d been trusted by Hotch to get the job done with minimal interference.

“Okay my love, try to get some rest and I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you too.” With that you hung up and approached the pink bowed box.

[existslikepristin]

Okay, so this is significantly larger than other parts have been. Don't expect them to be this big in the future, you greedy little—

Anyway, glad to be posting again. I hope you enjoy this part because it was very fun to write! The next part will probably be about two weeks from now, as I'm currently moving into a new place (not a BIG move, but exhausting nonetheless). Good riddance to bad rubbish, creepy landlord!

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, futanari, threesome, P-in-V sex, anal sex, a suspicious volume of jizz

(Story Index)

Joy joins

You smirk at Joy's shock. "You looked a little thirsty, Joy."

Her shock disappears and she smiles right back (fucking dammit). "I'm always thirsty."

Somehow, that statement sounds a lot more menacing and/or existentially horrifying if she’s not exaggerating than whatever you expected she'd say. Anecha doesn't notice, still twitching from her orgasm, head hung low and the last bit of her cum dribbling down over your knuckles.

Anyway, "So you want some more?" you ask.

Joy hops off the bed. "Of course!"

"More?" Anecha sounds like she’s having some small difficulty catching her breath. She wipes her hair away from her eyes.

“If you’re not satisfied, yes,” you say and nibble on her earlobe. 

You already know what her response will be, given the way her nipple and cock harden even further from their already hard state under your fingers, but you still love the way she responds, breathless, “Yes, master. I want more.”

With that, Joy removes your hand from Anecha’s dick, and fully engulfs it in her mouth. You’d call it a deepthroat, but that’s just not technically accurate. But deepthroat or not, it wakes Anecha right back up. She gasps and clutches at your hips for support. Her pussy clutches your cock as well.

Rather than take complete control, you allow yourself a few moments to just enjoy this. You take Anecha’s bikini “armor” all the way off and palm her tits, doing your mortal dangedest to match what you assume is Joy’s intensity. Anecha wiggles, unable to do much more as both of her genitalia sets are locked into place, but that's oh-so-pleasantly acceptable.

"Gods, master…" Anecha moans, "This feels so… so good!"

Pulling out a bit, you 

"You like that?" you whisper.

"Fuck yes!" Joy responds.

You smack your forehead. "I meant Anecha."

"Yeah. Her dick is easy to blow, delicious, and I can feel how much she appreciates it. What's not to like?"

"No. The question was for Anecha."

"Oh! Haha, duh. How about it, Anecha? Do you like it when I suck your beautiful cock while master fucks your pretty little pussy?"

Anecha blinks and coughs awkwardly, “Um. Yes.”

“Nice,” Joy says, and then goes back to sucking, thankfully.

You roll your eyes and your hips. Anecha reacts to the latter in kind, bucking the short distance she can, held between you and Joy even more firmly as Joy slips her fingers between your bodies, groping Anecha’s ass.

Anecha groans and whimpers, even as you twist her part way around so you can kiss her. The sounds reverberate in your mouth. It’s clear that Anecha’s overwhelmed. Her hands roam wildly, both where she can reach you and Joy, the tips of her fingers twitching constantly. Her eyes flutter, unfocused, and her words (when you separate yourself enough from her to allow her to speak) are simple, stuttered noises that only give you the barest hint of their meaning.

“Master, your girl’s about to cum again,” Joy's voice saunters out. Sounds like she’s putting in a little more effort not to quip.

You slow to a stop and kiss the back of Anecha’s neck. “Not yet. I want to see her cum in your ass.”

Joy stands up, hugging you (and making an Anecha sandwich), smirking. “Do you want to feel her cum in my ass too?”

“Wh-wha?” Anecha stammers. You’re unsure too.

Joy takes Anecha’s cheeks in her hands and pulls their faces close together. Joy is kind of tall, but Anecha’s a tiny bit taller. “Just a little magic, honey. I’ll make you feel what master feels when he cums in your pussy too, if you want.”

You wish (BUT NOT LIKE THAT) that you could see Anecha’s face. She nods in tiny and gets pulled in for a steamy make out. The way she moans, you’d think Joy was still deepthroating her dick, not tonguing her lips… but that’s a potential double entendre giving you some great ideas. You should write that down.

“Master?” Joy asks, breaking you out of your futa cunnilingus fun thoughts.

“Yes, I’ll have what she’s having.”

One very literal floating sensation later, the whole Anecha sandwich is on the bed. Joy’s on her back, Anecha’s on top of her, and you sit up so you’re not smashing them. They’re making out again, and you get a wonderful view of everything between their legs. From top to bottom, one tiny asshole, a lovely pussy, a cock mostly covering Joy’s ever-weird vagina-free zone, and the metallic, slightly green sheen of the buttplug. Goodness, your ideas are great.

You twist the plug slowly out of Joy, making her moans melt in with Anecha’s, and you admire her slightly open ass, still slick with your cum. It was from hours ago, but it still seems… fresh somehow. Probably more magic stuff. Regardless, your cum mixed with whatever mystical lube flows over the flawless surface as you calmly spin the plug around before touching the warm tip to Anecha’s butt.

Guessing by the muffled but exuberant “mhm’s” and Joy’s groping, spreading hands, everybody else is excited about this idea, so you push. Anecha is tighter, as you could have expected, but a three person team effort is nothing to scoff at. Her asshole stretches and collapses under the plug’s base in the most satisfying way. Without skipping a beat, you also guide her cock into Joy’s ass. All of it makes Anecha squirm, curls her toes, and arches her back. It’s a wonder that she doesn’t cum immediately, but it could be a result of how recently she had her first orgasm of the morning.

To finish off this little jenga tower of sex, you press the tip of your cock to Anecha’spussy and make your way back inside with some difficulty due to the amount of space the plug in her ass is taking up, but certainly with no other difficulty due to how pouring wet it is.

You thought Anecha was overwhelmed before, but it feels like it was nothing now. One of her hands is trapped somewhere under Joy, but the other is clutching the sheets, knuckles white. She bounces up and down, held mostly in place by Joy’s legs wrapped around her back. It sounds like she’s crying, sobbing even, into Joy’s mouth.

Joy catches your attention with a little wave, and points up. Curls of green smoke form letters, words, and eventually a whole message that floats over Anecha’s head just long enough for you to read it:

Hey master! I just thought you might like to know how much raw lust is coming out of Anecha right now. It’s incredible! She’s had one girlfriend and one boyfriend, and after her breakups she’s been having these wonderful dreams about this exact scenario except the butt plug, which is new but she is loving it. Oh, right, so I kind of experience her entire life because when you magically create a living being, you’re connected to them fourth dimensionally. The fifth dimension is an option but it’s kind of overkill OKAY, I’m sorry she’s not a “real anime girl”. I got carried away with the creation bit, and Anecha is kind of my OC (don’t steal). I promise there are girls from actual anime in the app too. I modeled Nami from One Piece after the live action one, but pretty much all of the rest are just like their anime counterparts but fully rendered in 3D. I think you’ll really like Flannery. You know, from Pokemon. Anyway, I could have told you all this later. What was I going to sa RIGHT yeah, Anecha’s favorite part is your cock in her pussy. If you ask her later she’ll probably say her favorite part was the blowjob I gave her but her mind is absolutely swimming with desire for your cock, so it would be SUPER hot if you give her a taste after you cum. Figured I would puff up your pride a little bit by telling you about that. And on that note, I have been holding back her orgasm. I was going to tell you several minutes ago that you can release it by lightly pinching her nipples, but her dick is PULSING in my ass, and the desperation in her lust is intoxicating. It’s sexy in a kind of tragic way. Yeah, just a little pinch and she’ll explode. I guarantee that as soon as you feel it, you’ll go off too. Go as deep as you can inside her. At this point, she NEEDS it in the worst way.

Realizing now that you read all of that mostly unnecessary bullshit while Anecha was being supernaturally edged, you feel a little bad for her. You give her one long, slow thrust until you’re completely hilted inside her, then you grab her by the hip and pull even harder, flattening her ass against your pelvis. Not only are you as deep as you can possibly be, but you’re also pushing the plug as well. Some part of that last sentence is making her whimper pathetically. You reach down without compromising the position of your hips, slide your hands between Anecha and Joy’s breasts, give them each a brief rub, and finally, carefully, you pinch.

Immediately, there’s a cacophony of noise and a barrage of sensation slamming your ears and all of your nerve endings respectively. Anecha screams, Joy screams, you scream. Your dick, separated from your body, erupts with cum, flooding Joy’s ass with a quantity you couldn’t have even imagined last night—Wait, that’s Anecha’s dick, but it’s you that’s cumming, you think. But your cock is erupting too, doing exactly the same thing to Anecha’s pussy. Said pussy is erupting right back, your mixed juices spraying out so emphatically that the sound of it splashing against your stomach is actually audible over all the screaming. Anecha’s hand finds yours and crushes it, consequently crushing her own tit. It’s appropriately meta, as your brains at last seem to be simultaneously registering that you’re experiencing multiple, edged-out orgasms all at once. Stars pop in your vision, partially and rudely obscuring Anecha’s heaving back and Joy’s twitching legs.

It’s all you can do to stay upright, even on your knees. Even so, with all the difficulty you’re having, it looks like Anecha has it worse. Her scream peters out into one long, pained groan between gasped breaths and she convulses like she’s going through one of those crazy fake aphrodisiac JAV orgasms. In her case, it could very well be real. You felt it, after all, and it is appropriately crazy. Plus, she’s got the added stimulation of having her holes stuffed and pounded and her body being groped all over. Maybe you could feel all that sometime… But not this time. You’re already struggling to come down from your cum high, but Anecha is clearly failing to do so.

For her part, Joy doesn’t seem to be in orgasm mode any more, but she pulls Anecha’s head down into the crook of her neck and you see her face for the first time in a little while. Her expression is still euphoric, open mouth, eyes rolled partially up, and breath heavy. You still feel her ass around “your” dick, rhythmically clenching and massaging in that inhuman way that no mortal ass or pussy can do (not that you’d disparage the wonderful feeling of Anecha’s beautiful, quivering core). She sighs heavily and takes a hand off Anecha’s butt to give you a thumbs up, then flops back onto the bed.

“Good game, master,” she says somewhat breathlessly, “I knew we gave Anecha the right build… You’re DPS, I’m support, and she tanks… Perfect basic team composition.”

“What the… shut up,” you respond, similarly out of breath.

Joy gives you a stupid grin, “We’ll make sure to balance elemental equipment next time too.”

You roll your eyes and pat Anecha’s back, rubbing softly. “And how about you? Still feeling good?”

Anecha rolls to the side a bit, and both of your cocks slip out of their respective holes. They’re both quite hard, but her pussy and Joy’s ass both gush with a truly shocking volume of jizz as soon as she moves, ensuring you’re pushed out. Joy gives you a guilty shrug when you look up at her from the impossibly large streams of spunk.

Lips quaking, eyes slightly red, tears smeared all over her face, and somehow with her minimalist makeup perfectly unskewed, Anecha smiles at you. “Master… I’ve never felt… so good in my whole life.”

You climb up, planting kisses from her sweat-slicked hips to her mouth, then her nose and forehead. She giggles, though still notably with a rasp. “Good to hear.”

Anecha puts her shaking hands on your face and kisses your chin, then your lips. “Please, master, um… I’m a little weak now, but can we… please do this again?”

You can’t help but smile. “Of course. For you? With you? Happily.”

She shyly hunches her chin to her chest. “Thank you… A-and the mess I made?”

Looking down at your uniformly white-glazed cock, you chuckle and remember Joy’s smoke message. “I think we all contributed, but…”

Climbing further up, you end up with your penis hovering next to Anecha’s cheek. She reacts quickly, catching a drop of cum on her tongue before it hits the sheets. For a moment, she stares, shocked, and then closes her eyes and runs her tongue along your cock.

“Master… gods, master, it tastes perfect…” she mumbles, irises practically turning into hearts as she slowly cleans you off, savoring every lick.

You give Joy another raised eyebrow and she points up again, another message curling out of green smoke:

Okay. So. Yes. I “engineered” her taste buds so that her brain registers the taste of your cum as extremely delicious. As far as she’s concerned, all sex fluids taste good. Yours is just the best. What are you going to do? Fuck my ass and sue me? To be clear, suing me won’t do you any good. You can fuck my ass and wish for as much money as you want though. That is definitely an option. No legal battle required.

You’d roll your eyes at her again, but by the time you’re done reading, Joy has already slipped down between Anecha’s legs. Anecha moans with her lips around the head of your cock as Joy gently removes the butt plug from her.

Options:

Go to work and put Anecha back in the app so she can rest. You need to get something done.

Leave her out. Anecha can rest on your bed in the real world while you go to work.

Ask Anecha if she wants to stay or go, and also wish for infinite money so work is unnecessary.

[acciojaeyun]

— 11:47 pm ; how sunghoon falls in love

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader genre: fluff (with a tad bit of crack) trope: they fell first, he fell harder

ah, sunghoon. such a classic trope for park sunghoon, it seems.

to be fair, he never knew – nor realised. just like sunghoon, himself, he didn’t even know what love was.

however, with how his family treated him, the way he was supported in his skating journey (it was really for his benefit, but it was his parents who pushed him to do so) up to his journey in being an idol, sunghoon maybe had an idea of what love is.

so, when love barged in his walls through loud banter, with you having to have liked him first (well, as heeseung told him, but who knows?), sunghoon accepted it — the thing was: he was given love, what does he do with it?

now, sunghoon appreciates the idea of someone who sees him as a potential partner. believe me, he does. but in the whole sunghoon fashion, does he tell you about it? no, he doesn’t. in fact, he was nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

too nonchalant. too nonchalant to notice that he was far in too deep.

“you got yourself matcha?” you raised your eyebrows at sunghoon who came back with a big tub of ice cream.

he snorted. “as if, i bought this for you, and you have questionable taste in food.”

“it’s just matcha?”

“matcha as is is amazing, yeah, but matcha and oranges? with chocolate?”

sunghoon wouldn’t even know he was in love, but he made sure you felt it.

“you do know you could’ve brought a hair tie with you, right?”

“yeah, no shit, sunghoon, thanks for reminding me.”

but sooner or later, you found yourself being pulled at the wrist by the tall man with no words exchanged at all. he grabbed a spare handkerchief in his bag and made a make-shift hair tie to keep your hair in place.

beautiful, sunghoon would think. and sunghoon takes a mental note to bring a hair tie with him every time from now on.

sunghoon was familiar with love, but he was only acquainted by it. considering he had spent a lot of time in areas other than it, but he was willing enough to learn it.

“what an ugly colour,” sunghoon comments as he sees you buy five phone cases of the same colour in a hue which he didn’t like. but soon enough, you’d see him buy a pen with the same shade, the same colour. writing annotations with his staple black pen and add embellishment with the oddly coloured pen.

sunghoon falling in love is claiming to despise that you add milk in your coffee when he doesn’t, but he’ll order it for you both once in a week. sunghoon falling in love is watching the same movie (which he claimed to be very boring) with you for the nth time. sunghoon falling in love was falling in love without knowing that he was.

“i might be in love with you,” he would say one night as he stared at you.

“you might?”

“oh,” he said after a pause.

he met your gaze and smiled – one that radiated warmth and safety.

“i’m in love with you.”

and in between the unfamiliarity throughout the journey, he has arrived home.

[milkb0nny]

Loved Burdens

Sam Winchester x gn!reader

Comfortember Day 10: Sadness

Summary: Even though you desired Sam's comfort, you felt like a burden and did not tell him about your recent struggles. You felt so silly being sad without a certain cause, making you feel invalid to consume your boyfriend's time.

Note: Exams are over! I feel much more comfortable now and I'm getting back to writing. The next prompts probably will be a little short, since I need to catch up again. Despite my small hiatus, enjoy it!

Warnings: unexplained cause of depression

Word Count: 642

The past week you have been dealing with some sort of depression. The weight of sadness burdened you like carrying an unimaginable amount of rocks on your shoulders. You did not know why you felt his way, as your sadness and tiredness came from nowhere; no trigger, no apparent cause. Still, you felt extremely drained, exhausted and wanted something to cheer you up.

You tried your best to hide it from your boyfriend Sam and his brother Dean. You wore a mask of normalcy, painting on a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. Despite your cheerful expressions there were bags under your eyes and a hint of an empty battery. Sam slowly noticed the subtle changes in your demeanor, questioning why you did not reach out for him.

Usually the tall male would comfort you if anything went wrong. Though once again your brightness vanished, worrying him. Sam, who loved you more than anyone else, desired your happiness. Concern etched across his features as he observed you from across the room, sensing that something weighed heavily on your heart. Should he reach out to you? He was unsure, uncertain if you simply needed space or desperately needed him.

But as you nearly tripped over nothing but tiredness, he decided to finally approach you carefully. “Babe,” Sam called you gently, his voice carrying a blend of care and worry. He moved closer, his tall frame towering above you. “Are you alright?”

You knew your facade had slipped and anxiety rushed through your mind. You lied, trying not to burden your boyfriend. With a forced smile, you replied, “Yeah, everything's fine. Just a bit tired, nothing more.”

As anyone would, Sam didn’t trust your empty response, eyeing you carefully. There was something major wrong with you and he refused to stay out of the picture. Instead of accepting your reply, he remained persistent, being worried about you. He took a seat beside you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” he said, his voice soft but unwavering.

You hesitated for a moment, grappling with the internal conflict of whether to share the burden or keep it hidden. There was nothing ‘wrong’ with you. You couldn’t put a finger on the cause, yet let alone tell anyone what it was. Luckily you softened up, his concern consumed you, making you feel guilty for not telling him how you felt.

Silently, honest words left your mouth, “Uh- I don't know what's going on, Sam. I've been feeling... off. I’m lost. I don’t know why, but this sadness just won't lift. I'm trying to shake it, but seems I’m too weak for it.”

Even though you avoided his gaze, you sought to look at him. Sam sighed, putting his big, warm palm on your waist. “You’re not too weal, sweetheart.” Sam’ eyes watched you attentively. “Sometimes, these things don't have a clear explanation. It's okay. It’s okay not to be fine, Y/n. You're not alone in this."

Sam pulled you closer on your waist, embracing you into an intimate hug. Immediately a big chunk of weight dropped since you finally had opened up to your significant other. It helped you from the second he hugged you.

Your whispers again filled the room, “I appreciate you," you admitted, "I just... I didn't want to burden you guys with it. You both have so much on your plates already."

Sam's thumb traced comforting circles on your back. He was warm, huggable and so tender with you, that you melted into his care. “You're not a burden. Never. We're a family, and family supports each other. Dean and I are here for you, no matter what.”

An honest smile covered your lips, “I love you, Sam.”

The hug tightened and you felt how Sam pressed his lips on your head.

“I love you too.”

[medusapelagia]

Annus Mirabilis (NSFW)

(Marvellous Year)

written for @stevieweek (Day 7, Prompt: Rare Pair/sapphic) Rating: Explicit Relationship: Carol Perkins/Female Steve Harrington TW: smut, strapon, porn with some plot Words: 4831

A huge thanks to @midsummer-semantics who was my beta reader!

The college isn’t exactly what Stevie’s father was looking for, he defined it as a waste of time, and Stevie couldn’t even get mad about it. She definitely wasn’t the brightest girl in her class and the only reason she got accepted into the college was that her father promised to pay for the renovation of the old wing of the college, the one where he used to sleep when he was at college himself, complaining loudly about that. But for once, Stevie’s mom put her foot down, insisting that Stevie needed to attend college, “I’m not expecting her to graduate, Richard, I’m not stupid, but I want her to make friends in my sorority, and maybe even meet the right guy.”

Right guy, which means white and rich.

That’s why they have driven Stevie across the country, even if they haven’t been in Indiana for more than a few days in years, and now they are helping her get situated in her dorm.

They are still cleaning her room when someone kicks the door open and a tall blond girl with numerous boxes in her hands gets inside.

“Oh. Hi, I’m Robin.” She says, trying to hold the boxes in an unstable equilibrium and reaching out with one hand at the same time. What would have been harder for everyone, is even harder for the girl who looks very clumsy, and Stevie isn’t surprised when the girl trips on her own feet and her boxes fall on the ground, hitting her mother's white suit and leaving a dark stain on her left arm.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I can clean it! Let me grab some tissues from the bathroom and-”

“I think you have done enough, young lady.” Mary Margaret Harrington replies, turning toward Stevie, “If we are done here, your father and I will get back to the car. It’s a long drive.”

“Oh, but you can’t go. Tonight there’s the introductory meeting and parents are especially encouraged to participate,” Robin says, grabbing a box from the floor.

Mary Margaret glowers at Robin, but she doesn’t dignify that with an answer, so Stevie’s father, Richard Harrington, steps between the two of them, “My wife and I have a big company to manage, we can’t lose time with introductory meetings. I’m sure Stevie will be perfectly fine, will you not, pumpkin?”

The last time his father called her pumpkin she was five.

“I’ll be fine.”

But the couple has just opened the door when another couple of parents shows at the door, “I’m sorry, is Robin Buckley here? We got the dorm number wrong and we got lost.”

“In here, mom!” Robin cheerfully calls, and the woman pushes the posh couple by the side to get inside the room.

“Such a beautiful room, Robin. So airy! You’re so lucky,” she says, running toward the widow and ignoring that half of her daughter’s things are scattered on the floor, which probably isn’t the most sanitary thing ever.

“Look! You can even see the little lake from here. Do you think you’ll see swans flying? Wouldn’t that be marvelous, Peter?”

“It definitely would, Emily,” the man says, finally getting inside, apologizing to Stevie’s parents before entering the room, “And you must be Robin’s roommate. I’m Peter Buckley, I’m Robin’s father. Well, I’m not really her dad but-”

“You definitely are!” Both women reply simultaneously, before looking at each other saying “Jinx!” and starting to giggle like children.

“My girls are like that,” the man says, shrugging, then he turns toward Stevie’s side of the room and notices that all her things are either in boxes or on her bed, “Do you need help with that? I can help with the higher shelf if you need it.”

Stevie does her best to keep her face serious, the man is way shorter than she is, but she appreciates the sentiment.

“I’m good. My parents are here so I can ask them for help.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course, I didn't mean to overstep,” the man replies with a little smile, turning toward the Harringtons who are still looking at the loud family with aghast. “Peter Buckley. I have a garage, so the girls will never have any car problems,” he declares proudly, reaching out with a sweaty hand toward Richard Harrington, who is way too polite to show his disgust when they shake hands, but asks his wife for a tissue as soon as the man turns toward his family.

“Would I be wrong if I assumed you didn’t study in this institution?” Richard asks in a snobby tone.

“College? Me? No thanks. I’m not clever enough. Emily attended the Community College, but you know, raising a kid and studying at the same time isn’t the easiest thing, that’s why we are so proud of our Robin. She got a full scholarship. Can you believe that? Our baby got a full scholarship. We’re not paying a single dollar. She’s so clever! A little genius!” the man proudly declares, putting an arm around the girl’s shoulder who tries to wiggle out.

“You must be very proud,” Richard replies, staring at his own daughter from up down.

“We are. I’m sure you are too. College is a big deal.”

“We are really proud of Stevie, obviously,” Mary Margaret immediately replies, elbowing her husband, “She didn’t get a full scholarship, but we don’t need it. We’re glad that that money goes to those who really need it. Some families could never afford higher tuition if it wasn’t for those scholarships and we do our best during the fundraising. Richard is going to pay for the renovation of the entire wing of the old dorm.”

Stevie glowers at her mom, not liking the way she’s treating those people, but they seem too naive to understand Mary Margaret’s real intention to humiliate them and totally agree with her about the opportunity that the scholarship is going to give to their girl. Robin, on the other hand, seems to get exactly the subtle way Stevie’s mom is insulting her family, so she crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“That’s so lucky you got money to pay for your daughter’s tuition, she looks a bit too old for beauty contests.”

Stevie feels her ears get hotter and hotter when she notices that on her desk there’s the first child beauty pageant trophy she ever won.

“It’s not… I’m not…”

“Yes, Stevie is a beautiful girl. But we didn’t let her compete for Miss Universe, we thought that college was a better choice for her. Don’t you think? So many possibilities.”

Robin is ready to reply once more, but Stevie is already tired of this pantomime, so she steps between her parents and her roommate, “I think you should really go. The traffic is terrible at this hour.” She tells her father, who gives a quick look at his Philippe Patek watch and nods.

“We better go. Call us if you need money.”

Stevie can’t suffocate a snort. Money is everything they think about, “I will. Don’t worry. Have a safe journey.'' She waves them goodbye and finally closes the door behind her with a big sigh before remembering that there are three other people in her room. Fuck.

“I’m sorry… they’re not like that usually. It’s just… it’s the first time I’m leaving and…”

“Oh, but that is completely understandable, dear,” Peter immediately reassures her. “I’m sure they are really busy. They are so classy, aren’t they, Emily?”

“They surely are… rich.”

Stevie sighs, good bye good first impression.

“Anyway, I’m Stevie Harrington. Nice to meet you all.”

“Stevie, such a lovely name.”

“Well, my complete name is Stephanie, but only my mom uses it. When she’s angry with me.” Which means: very very often.

“Well, I’m Robin Buckley. These are my parents, and I think we will give you space to sort your things while we explore the campus. I guess I’ll see you later.”

Stevie nods with a practiced plastic smile and waves at the chatty family that leaves the dorm. She keeps staring at them from the window and with a little bit of envy. They look so close. With a sigh, she turns toward her desk and starts to put her clothes in the closet and in the drawers, hoping that her parents didn’t fucked up the only chance she had to make friends with her roommate.

***

Two weeks in and it’s official that Robin hates her. She’s too polite to kill Stevie in her sleep or maybe doesn’t want to clean the blood, but she’s doing her best to avoid her. The only moment they are together in the dorm is at night, for the rest of the day Robin is either at class, in the cafeteria, or in the library, but always as far as she can be from Stevie. Even during the only class they share, Robin is always with a brunette girl, Nancy if Stevie got her name right.

“I don’t know why you insist on following her around like a lost puppy.” the red-haired woman at Stevie’s side mutters, popping a pink gum.

“She’s my roommate.”

“And?”

“And I’d like to be friends with her.”

The girl shrugs, “Baby, you two play in two different leagues. That’s no way the two of you can bond. Why don’t you ask for a new roommate? Or even better, why don’t you join a sorority and ask to be moved?”

“A sorority?”

“You’re Mary Margaret’s daughter, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“The hair, and the eyes. You’re your mom's daughter,” the woman smirks and she means it like a compliment, but it makes Stevie shiver.

“I’m nothing like her.” Stevie snarls and the girl lifts her hands in a non-threatening way.

“Sorry. Didn’t know it was a touchy argument. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t join our sorority. Theta Epsilon Iota could help you get more integrated.”

“I’m not a fucking pariah!”

“Are you not?” the red haired asks with an amused smile and Stevie clenches her fist so as not to punch that smirk away from her face. “I’m Carol Perkins, and I promise that if you join our sorority you’ll have so much fun.” She winks at her, then grabs her pink bag and leaves Stevie confused and angry.

She’s not going to join any kind of sorority. Not when that’s exactly what her mom wants from her. She’s going to study and graduate. No more stupid parties. The Stevie Harrington that use to host a party every week and ended up drunk every single time is long gone, this Stevie Harrington is going to study and get a fucking piece of paper.

***

“I need your help,” Robin says, waking Stevie, her face so close to Stevie’s that she jumps out of her skin.

“What the fuck! Robin!”

“Sorry. Good morning. I need your help.”

“You need my help.” Robin nods. “For what?” Stevie asks, rubbing her eyes.

“I need to get into a sorority.”

Steve’s eyes widen, “You’re fucking kidding, right?”

Robin shakes her head, staring seriously at her, “I need to become a member of Theta Epsilon Iota.”

“You?”

A little nod.

“Why?”

“Reasons.”

Stevie sighs, rubbing a hand through her hair, “Listen, Robin, I know you hate me, but I really need to know why you want to join a sorority, and why that one,”

Robin bites her lips for a few moments, before whispering “Nancy.”

Stevie stares at her even more confused, “Sorry, I don’t get it.”

“Nancy Wheeler is going to join the sorority. And I want to join too to keep an eye on her.”

In that moment something in Stevie’s mind clicks. She’s not as stupid as everyone thinks, she is just too distracted, but once she starts to put the pieces together.

“You’re in love with her.”

“I’m not!” Robin denies, pushing Stevie back on her bed, and pacing back and forward.

“You are!”

“I’m not!” Robin shakes her head, her hands tugging her hair, “I’m not… like that! Ok?”

Stevie gives her a soft smile and gestures to her sitting on her bed, “There’s nothing wrong with being like that, you know that, right?”

“Said Miss Perfection. I’m just me. A fucking weird girl! I can’t be gay as well!" she wines.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I won’t judge you. Now explain to me why you need to get into that sorority.”

Robin sighs and tells Stevie that Nancy has a very strict teacher and the only students that got good grades are the ones in the sorority, which is why Nancy wants to join, but Robin has heard stories about this sorority and she’s worried about her.

“They have initiation tests, you know? And I fear they’ll do something to her.”

“Something like what?”

“I don’t know! Make her walk naked in the woods? I don’t know what straight girls do to have fun, but I would prefer to be there.”

Stevie sighs, looking at Robin with empathy before shaking her head.

“I knew it! I knew the pretty rich girl would have not helped the dyke nerd. Fuck you, Stevie Harrington!” she yells, but Stevie grabs her wrists.

“I’m going to help you, but there’s no way they are going to accept you in to TEI, and you know it.”

“No, but if you help me-”

“Even if I help you. But there’s something I can do.”

“Like what?”

“I can join them. Carol, one of the girls, asked me to join a few days ago.”

“Carol? Like Carol Perkins?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s not one of the girls! She’s the fucking president of Theta Epsiylon Iota!” Robin exclaims, covering her mouth with one hand, “And she asked you, Stevie Harrington, to join her sorority?!”

Now that Stevie thinks about it, the time they spoke was the only time she saw Carol in class.

Fuck.

“She asked me about my mom.”

Stevie knows that her mom was in some sorority and now she has a big suspicion. “We have to go to the library!” she declares, jumping out of bed, grabbing some clothes from her chair, and putting them over her baby pink pajamas. Robin doesn’t comment and follows her to the library.

Being the one who almost lives in the library, Robin guides Stevie through the shelves until they find the section with all the yearbooks. After a few calculations about Stevie’s mom's age, something she was always very secretive about, they found the right year. Flipping through the pages they find her: Mary Margaret Jonson, Theta Epsilon Iota’s president.

“That’s why she wants you to join. Nothing is more important than legacy in this kind of group. And you didn’t even try to get accepted, so they are eager to have you.”

Stevie nods, nibbling at her thumb. She doesn’t want to get into a sorority. She doesn’t want to live the same life her mom did, but it seems that’s what’s going to happen.

“If I do this for you,” she tells Robin, “you’ll help me study. And you will stop to avoid me like I had the plague.” 

Robin stares at her for the longest time, but finally, she nods, “Deal.” She declares, reaching out with her hands and they shake hands in the back of the library.

***

Carol Perkins is the kind of girl that doesn’t go unnoticed, her laugh is loud and clear and she’s not ashamed of being seen. Her red hair, which is her signature, is always brushed to perfection and her makeup it’s so perfect it looks like she woke up like that, but Stevie knows how much work is hidden under the appearance of her natural beauty.

“Carol.” Stevie waves, juggling with the food tray while he gets closer to her table.

“Stevie,” she replies, tilting her head with interest, “Do you need something?”

“I wanted to ask…” Stevie gathers all her courage, “I wanted to ask you if I could join TEI.”

The entire table seems to hold its breath while Carol studies Stevie’s face.

“Did something make you change your mind? I thought you weren’t the kind of girl looking to join a sorority.”

“Yeah. But you know. Mom was President for years. So I thought… I admire her so much. Maybe joining her sorority could be a good thing for me. Even if I’m a bit scared because I know that her name goes with some expectation.”

Carol smiles like a shark who smelled blood in the water, “Nice to know. I’m glad you changed your mind, but I don’t know if we have a free spot for you. You know, many girls asked to join the sorority, but not everyone makes it.”

“Let me try. You won’t be disappointed. I promise.”

Carol smirks, examining Stevie’s entire body, and Stevie knows that look is the same as the judge of the beauty peasant used to give her. That’s her moment to shine. She smiles softly, relaxes her shoulders, and turns her head just a little bit to show Carol her best profile.

The res haired girl turns toward her sorority sister, “What did I tell you? Annus Mirabilis.” She chuckles before turning toward Stevie with a smirk, “Meet me at the sorority house, tonight. After curfew.”

“After curfew?” Stevie asks, worriedly.

“Are you scared to break the rules, Harrington? Maybe you’re not the kind of girl the sorority is looking for.”

“I’ll be there!” she immediately declares, and her bottle of water shakes on her tray, “I’ll be there. Tonight after curfew.”

Carol turns her attention back toward the other girls and they start to giggle and comment on the awkward interaction between Stevie and Carol, Carol leaves quickly, Stevie’s ears red with embarrassment. Once more she manages to make a fool out of herself. Great. Absolutely great.

***

Once back in her room, she tells Robin what happened in the cafeteria.

“After curfew? Are you sure? You could be expelled  if someone found you doing something stupid outside at night,” Robin says, biting her already tortured nails.

“Do you have any other ideas? Because I don’t,” Steve replies, shrugging and Robin has to admit that she has no other idea.

“I hate this. They have the upper hand. She could ask you to do whatever she wants.”

Stevie isn’t too worried about that. If Carol asks her something she’s not comfortable with, she’ll just say no. She can force her, can she?

When the curfew comes, Robin helps Stevie climb down from the window like a thief. 

“Pay attention,” Robin whispers, while Stevie is with one leg inside their room and the other dangling against their homemade rope made of sheets tied together like Robin saw in an old movie.

I’ll be ok,” Stevie promises. If there’s something Stevie was always good at, it’s sports.

She climbs down swiftly and lands softly on the grass. She hides behind a bush, looking for the security guys, but when she’s sure they aren’t in that part of the campus she runs toward the sorority house.

She knocks on the door, her cheeks red from the run and some sweat drops on her forehead. For a few moments nothing happens, and Stevie starts to think that Carol messed with her, but then the door opens with a loud squeak.

“You came,” Carol says, amused. She’s wearing only a white see through nightgown and a pair of innocent white panties that clash terribly with her smug attitude. At her feet a pair of feather heels like the ones Stevie’s mother used to wear at home.

“What’s this?”

“Come in and I’ll tell you.”

All the lights in the house are turned off, and the only light comes from a room on the second floor.

“That’s my room. Follow me.”

Stevie follows Carol upstairs, staring at her perfect ass; every time she steps on a new step her nightgown rises just enough to show the white panties.

Once they finally get to Carol’s room Stevie looks around. Everything is in perfect order, not even a piece of paper out of place.

“Come.” Carol beckons her, and Stevie follows her, toward her bed and sits awkwardly on the edge of the mattress.

“What am I doing here? And where’s everybody?”

“I asked them to give us some privacy,” Carol says, putting on more cherry chapstick.

“Why?”

“Why are you here, Stevie?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, I think you do.”

“I… I’m here for a friend.”

“Friendship, huh? We appreciate friendship. And honesty. And loyalty.”

“What… what does it mean?”

“Who’s the girl?”

“Who?”

“The one you’re advocating for.”

“It’s not… I’m not…”

“Stevie…”

“Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. Robin asked me-”

Carol puts a perfectly manicured finger on Stevie’s lips, “I don’t care about the sad story behind that. I’ll just tell you that. If you agree to what I’ll ask you, I assure you that Nancy will become a member of the sorority.”

“Will you spare her any kind of humiliation?”

“That’s too much to ask, baby. But know that if it wasn’t for you she surely would have not made it. Now. Let’s talk about our deal.”

Carol's movements are sensual like a snake.

“Have you ever had sex, Stevie?”

Stevie gulps, she’s not ready to have sex in front of someone or blow a guy just for her sisters’ fun.

“So? Isn’t a hard question. Is it?”

“I… I did. Yeah.”

“And have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“With a…? No! No! Obviously no!”

“And you’re totally against it?”

“Of course! I’m not gay! I mean, I don’t have anything against… but I’m not!” Stevie jumps off the bed like the bed suddenly turned into lava.

“I see. So I don’t think I can help you. Sorry, Stevie.”

“You… What? You can’t force me to-”

“No one is forcing you. I made you a proposition. And you refused, as it’s your right. So please leave my room now.”

“But… but…”

Carol crosses her silky smooth legs and rests on her elbows, staring quietly at Stevie with the same amused smirk on her face.

“You changing your mind?”

Stevie pinches her eyes with a sigh, “How… how does it even work…”

“Stevie, Stevie… you’re even more naive than I thought. It will be my pleasure to break you into pieces and get you back together,” she grins, then she gets up and steps toward her closet where she grabs a sort of black rope.

“What’s that?”

“This, baby girl, is a harness for my strapon.”

“Your what?”

“My dick.”

Stevie opens her mouth, gasping loudly.

“Now I’m going to tell you what will happen if you stay here. I’m going to put my harness on. It’s your first time so I’ll be gentle with you, I’ll put my dick on and I’ll ask you to suck it until I feel satisfied. Then I’ll spread you on my bed and I’ll fuck you until you can’t think straight.” Carol chuckles at her own joke, “What do you think?”

“You’ll do the same to Nancy?”

“No, baby girl, this is just for you. Since the first day I saw you in the cafeteria, I wanted to see you on your knees, sucking my dick. You’re born to stay on your knees, aren’t you?”

Stevie’s stomach is pleasantly warm and she feels the good kind of cramping.

“So? What is gonna be?” Carol asks, letting the nightgown pool around her legs while she steps inside her harness. A few strong pulls and the black harness is tightly fixed around Carol’s hips. She opens a drawer, and after a long time, she grabs a purple dildo and fixes it to her harness. At that sight, Stevie’s mouth starts to water.

What the fuck is wrong with her.

“On your knees. Now.”

Stevie’s legs give out and she falls on her knees with a loud thump.

“So eager. I knew it. You just needed a little push, didn’t you, baby girl?”

Stevie is looking at Carol like she hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you already feeling floaty?” she asks. Stevie doesn’t know exactly what Carol means, but she definitely feels outside of her body at this moment, “Fine. I’ll keep a closer eye on you. Now open wide for me.”

Stevie’s mouth goes slack and Carol tugs her by her hair, feeding Stevie her cock agonizingly slowly.

The plastic dick stretches Stevie’s lips obscenely, and some spit starts to drool from the side of her mouth, but Stevie’s eyes are pinned on Carol.

“Good girl,” she praises, and then she starts to pull and push, slowly at the beginning, then faster and faster.

“Take me in your throat,” Carol orders, thrusting fully inside Stevie’s mouth.

The girl’s gag reflex immediately reacts and Steve starts to cough and cry around Carol’s dick, gasping for air.

“So fucking pretty,” she tells her, pulling out, letting Stevie take a deep breath before thrusting inside once more.

Stevie’s legs start to shake uncontrollably while she gasps once more around the purple cock.

“Did you come already? You’re such a slut, Stevie Harrington.” Carol chuckles, “Can you get on the bed or I’ll have to fuck you on the rug? It’s not a problem for me. I have done it more than once.”

Stevie would like to give her some snarky replies, but her mind is on strike at this moment, all she can think about is that she’s so wet that not only her panties are wet, but also her shorts.

Somehow she manages to crawl on the bed and Carol quickly removes her clothes, staring at the glistening wetness of Stevie’s sex.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs, diving between Stevie’s legs to taste her in her most personal place. Her tongue is strong and wicked while she licks and penetrates Stevie’s sex that’s spread open by Carol’s fingers.

Stevie tries to close her legs but a stern swat on her thigh makes her desist and she starts to moan louder and louder.

When Carol pushes two fingers inside she almost screams.

“So tight. Are you sure you had sex before, Stevie?” Carol asks, still buried between her tights, her chin glistening with Stevie’s juices.

Stevie turns her head to avoid staring at the demonic woman in white lingerie pumping inside her with her fingers.

“Three fingers baby. You’re getting looser.”

“Don’t… don’t say that.”

“What shouldn’t I say? That you are taking my fingers so well? I’m sure you’ll take my cock even better.” she grins, removing her hand to grab a bottle of lube from the night table, “You’re so wet you probably don’t need it. But it’s your first time. I want it to be good,” Carol tells her, pouring the lube on her plastic dick, and stroking it a few times before getting back between Stevie’s legs.

“Put your legs around my waist. You’ll like it even better,” she promises, before kissing her.

Carol tastes like cherry chapstick and Stevie’s sex, and Stevie is still lost tasting both of them when Carol’s dick starts to penetrate. Once more she’s slow but relentless. She doesn’t stop until her dick is cozy, nestled inside Stevie’s sex.

“Any thoughts?” Carol mocks her, seeing from Stevie’s expression that there are no thoughts in Stevie’s mind, “Hold on. We’re going on a ride.” 

That’s the only warning Stevie gets before Carol starts to pump inside her faster and faster.

Stevie has had sex. Not as much as the legend says, but enough, but being fucked by Carol is a totally new experience. She moans, whines, and cries while the other woman keeps fucking her out of her mind.

Stevie comes again, shaking like a leaf and letting her legs fall on the mattress.

“We are not done yet, baby.” Carol grins, taking Stevie’s legs on her shoulder and thrusting harder and faster, “I want to see you crumble in front of me.”

Stevie tries to complain that it's too much. Two orgasms are more than she ever got, but Carol is deaf at her pleas and manages to get another orgasm from Stevie. But this time the girl blacks out.

When she wakes up, she’s comfortably resting in Carol’s bed, the wetness between her legs is gone and she’s wearing a pink pair of panties that aren’t hers.

“Next time, I’ll suck your huge tits until you come,” Carol promises with a smirk.

“Next time?” Stevie asks, confused.

“Oh yes. You’re one of my sisters now. And I take care of them.” Carol winks, “Now sleep. It’s late and you’ll have to wake up soon to get back to your dorm before someone finds out you left after curfew.”

Stevie frowns, and Carol chuckles, “What? I gave you the entire princess experience. Avoiding troubles is your problem, not mine.”

“And Nancy?”

“She’s in. I already told you. Now sleep.”

Stevie nods and turns her face toward the wall to avoid staring at Carol, but before she falls asleep she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder and she melts under Carol’s touch.

Next time, Stevie will eat her out.

Maybe college isn’t a waste of time after all.

[asmobeuses]

𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨.

synopsis: Noir wasn't expecting a pretty thing like you drinking your woes away in a bar. Maybe he could keep you company?

Warnings: AFAB!reader (feminine terms such as lady, gal. inherently feminine compliments such as pretty,), infidelity, comfort to angst, drinking, cigarette smoking, obvious one-night stand (not written), suggestive, reader consents before they both continue to drink, probably OOC Noir, NOT PROOF READ. lmk if I missed anything <3

As late as it was, you found yourself wandering into a bar. Something, anything to get your mind off what you walked in on would do. You sat down and ordered some bourbon. Your eyes scanned the bar, seeing if you could find some eye candy to occupy your ever-racing mind. A certain patron in a long, collared coat fumbling around in his pocket caught your gaze.

“Fuck,” the unlit cigarette bobbed in his mouth with every word he spoke, “where’d it go? I swear to god it was just in my pocket.”

The man was conventionally attractive. He wasn't too scrawny, but not too muscular. His black hair in a neat swoop complimented his chiseled face and tall stature perfectly. 

“Lookin’ for something?” You called out in his direction, hoping he’d take notice of you.

Noir glanced at you, a small grin gracing his features. “Yeah, darlin’. I’ve misplaced my lighter.” He says, muffled. He pulls the cigarette out from his mouth before continuing. “You wouldn’t happen to have one on ya? It's been a long day and a smoke would be nice.”

You pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from the bottom of your purse. You motioned for him to come sit down.

He sat down and leaned in. “Well aren’t you a sweetheart?” The smile on his face told you that he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon. 

You put the cigarette up to your lips and lit it, but instead of simply using the lighter for his, you leaned in closer, touching the end of your cigarette with his own. Your eyes were locked onto his the whole time, catching him off guard.

His eyes widened, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. He couldn’t help but feel appreciative of the proximity, even if it only lasted a little while. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke. 

“You sure know how to make a man feel lucky,” the grin on his face was laced with amusement, “what’s your name, darlin’?” He was eager to engage in conversation with you.

You chuckled at his question, deciding to play hard to get. "Ah, but revealing my name soooo soon would spoil all the fun, wouldn't it? You'll have to work a little harder to uncover that secret." Your voice carried a hint of a compelling challenge, inviting him to engage in the game of unraveling your mysteries.

He silently accepted her challenge. “Ah ah, two can play it that game,” he winked, “in that case, you can call me whatever you’d like.” His voice held a hint of suggestion. “Anyway, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t be here without some company. ‘S too dangerous. What brings you here? You look like you’re sulkin’.”

“Well handsome,” that was the name you chose for him, considering he was playing the same game you were, “ ‘M here because I don't wanna be at home right now.” Your vague words held a certain weight to them, but Noir looked at the wedding band you were fidgeting with on your finger and was able to put two and two together.

“Infidelity?” He inquired, expression turning soft.

“And with his boss. Now, ain’t that just comical?” You dryly laughed. You spoke with a bitter intonation, causing Noir to frown at your sorrow. He reached out, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. Nobody deserves to be treated that way,” his voice filled with uncut sympathy. “Y’know what? Sometimes a little distraction is okay, even when it's temporary. Hows about I keep you company for the night, help you forget about everything?”

His hand moved from your arm, but the intense eye contact remained. “I can't fix everything, but I can do enough to put that pretty smile back on your face, hm?”

You groaned, frustrated with everything. “Nothing would amount to his entrails being on the lawn right now.”

Despite how gruesome the remark was, he found himself captivated by your dark humor. He chuckled, “Killing may not be the best way to deal with this … tempting as it may sound.” His head rested on the back of his palm. “Let me be your distraction, take your mind off things,” he repeated, “we’ll have a few drinks, talk a little more, and who knows? Maybe we can even make your cheating husband regret putting someone as pretty as you through the betrayal. Pleasure is a wonderful diversion” His mischievous lilt caused your thoughts to dance around the appealing possibilities of this night’s end.

“Now now, I’m not an easy gal. I don't just lay with the first handsome man to say hi t’me. It’ll take a little more convincing than just empty promises.” you challenged his vows of pleasure.

His eyes sparkled as his voice dropped down, low and seductive. “I wouldn't expect anything less from a beauty as alluring as you. I’m not one to make empty promises. That’s something you can learn very quickly. I assure you, the pleasure I offer is far from empty. 

His finger made rounds around the rim of his glass, sending suggestive shivers down your spine.. “I aim to satisfy, in every sense of the word, but it’s no fun if I don't have to work for it.”

“Your confidence alone is almost enough.” You joked.

“My confidence isn’t all I have going for me,” he winked, “but I don't want you to give in too easily. I want to earn every moment. Let us savor the journey, and make tonight one neither of us will forget.”

You were beginning to grow flustered by his words. “Quite the charmer there, aren’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

His smile only grew more confident. “Why, thank you, dear. I do aim to please,” he replied, “but there's no need to be nervous. Just relax, allow me to show you a night of indulgence.” He flicked the rim of his glass, meeting your eyes with the sound of the clink. “Let me take care of you tonight. Let me make you feel things never before felt. I can assure you won't regret it.”

Your legs pressed together as you were lost in thought. After a few moments, you gently whispered, “I..may just take you up on that offer.”

His eyes flickered with a mixture of anticipation and satisfaction. He leaned in closer, voice laced with raw desire, “perfect..”

Your Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes following.

“Let’s head somewhere more private, yeah?”

You eagerly nodded and followed him out of the bar. He was making his way to the motel down the street. Once you arrived, he quickly paid for a room and led you to it. 

In a couple swift movements, the door was locked and his lips found purchase on your own, moving in sync. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you could only pray he didn’t hear it. He pulled away and began removing his coat, you could only stare at his body through the well-fitted collared shirt.

His eyes met your own and he looked as if he was in a trance. He grabbed you with a lustful urgency, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair. “It's like.. You have me under a spell. I can't resist those enchanting eyes of yours. I want to fulfill every one of your desires tonight.”

You gave him full control, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Your voices mixed into a symphony of intimacy, swirling into the air around you, forming the most beautiful song. Noir’s eyes followed your body’s every movement, his intense gaze pushing you over the edge time and time again.

Coming down from your highs, you felt nothing but pure bliss. Though, as Noir held you, your mind began to wander to your husband. You knew what lay in store before you indulged in Noir, but you couldn't help but let the tears fall at his tenderness and attention. You began to crave him beyond sex. You thought about how your husband never looked at you the way Noir did, never took your well-being or satisfaction into account. He only craved what would benefit him and him alone.

Noir’s expression softened, his understanding of your feelings deepening. He gently wiped away the tears, his touch infused with empathy and care. “I see you, sweetheart. I see your needs, your desires, and I'm here to fulfill them. To show you the love and attention you deserve.” 

Noir embraced you as if to shield you from all the pain and neglect you had endured. He wanted to be the one to heal the wounds inflicted upon your heart and soul. He wanted to show you the genuine and unwavering kind of love. He understood the complexity of your emotions, the yearning for more than just physical intimacy. 

It was then, when Noir realized his encounter with you held more weight than just a simple, fleeting fling. The tightening of his hold on your trembling body was instantaneous when the comprehension of his heart’s desire came to fruition.

He fell in love, and it all happened in a single night.

“With me, you will always be prioritized, both in and out of the bedroom.” From that moment, Noir vowed to be the sanctuary you sought, the embodiment of love and passion that would wash away past wounds. He wanted to be the partner you deserved, to protect and cherish you, whether it be in moments of intense passion or tender silence.

"Thank you, Noir." As you sobbed into his chest, your words held some sadness to them, as you believed this would be the first and last time you saw him.

Noir held you tightly in his embrace, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs. He knew how bittersweet this interaction would become, and it only reinforced his determination to make this moment with you as meaningful as possible.

"You don't need to thank me, my dear," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. "I'm here for you, and I always will be. No matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart."

In that moment, he wished he could offer you more, wish he could mend the brokenness in your life and give you the love and happiness you deserve. But he understood the complexities of the situation, the circumstance that kept you apart.

Noir cradled you gently, his touch offering solace and comfort amidst the turmoil of emotions. He cherished this moment, knowing that it was fleeting, yet forever etched in his heart.

"You deserve so much happiness," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Don't settle for anythin’ less. No matter where life takes us, always remember the love we shared in this moment."

With a final tender kiss, Noir held you close, silently promising to cherish the memory of your time together and hoping that one day, fate would grant you both the opportunity to find happiness in each other's arms once more.

You fought your drowsiness, not wanting this moment to end. Unfortunately, you lost, succumbing to the wishful embrace of slumber.

Though, the love you felt rivaled that of any other.

Noir woke up the next morning to find himself alone in the bed, his senses immediately alert to the absence of your presence. As he looked around, he noticed the emptiness of the space beside him, the sheets that were devoid of the warmth he somehow grew accustomed to in one night.

A mixture of longing and a bittersweet ache filled his heart, knowing that this encounter was meant to be just a fleeting moment in time. He couldn't help the tinge of sadness that settled in, his thoughts filled with memories of the passionate night you had shared.

As his gaze fell upon his wrist, Noir's lips curled into a tender smile. There, in a sweet and simple gesture, was evidence of your presence, a lipstick mark left behind—brown and distinct. A loving reminder of the connection you had forged.

He gently touched the mark with his fingertips, cherishing the moment captured within its staining color. It spoke volumes, a testament to the intimacy shared, the vulnerability and passion that had filled the night.

Knowing that nothing lasts forever, Noir held onto the memory of your time together, the way you had touched his heart, and the love that had surged between you. He vowed to carry this experience with him always, a cherished chapter in his life.

With the bittersweet taste of farewell lingering in his heart, Noir showed one last smile toward the lipstick mark on his wrist. It was a farewell, but also a silent promise to treasure the mark you left on his soul, forever grateful for the love and connection you shared, even if it was just for one unforgettable night.

ok so. hi!!! this has been in my drafts unfinished since summer so my hyperfixation on the Spiderverse has kinda died, so i wont be writing for the SV for a good while. it'll prob be back with the release of Beyond the Spiderverse. BUTTTTTTT im fixated on blue lock and Jujutsu Kaisen rn so i may write a little for those.

uhh requests open hmm idk what else i should add here

oh also the title is the link to the song i listened to during the making of this

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I KNOW YOU ・゜゜・．#003

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AUGUST 26

Harmony had grown tired to the nightly lectures and studies, a routine she accepted and eventually learned to appreciate. Despite its constraints, she found solace in the fact that she only had to attend two classes every other day.

This mixed feeling stemmed from the late timing of her classes, which often left her exhausted yet fulfilled by the knowledge gained. Overall, while her schedule was demanding and tiring,

Harmony found a sense of balance and purpose in the steady rhythm it provided.

Monday:

Fashion & design 7pm (1hr)

Visual branding 9pm (1hr & 30min)

Wednesday:

Study session 6:30pm (2hrs)

Visual art 8pm (1hr)

Thursday:

Fashion & design 7pm (1hr)

Creative writing 8pm (1hr & 30min)

Fashion was undeniably her passion, an art form that ignited her creativity and drive like no other, though art in general held a special place in her heart.

However, it was fashion that truly captured her soul and fueled her aspirations. As she strolled purposefully toward the library, her thoughts were consumed by the impending project deadline, just a few weeks away but already weighing heavily on her mind.

Upon crossing the library's threshold, her eyes were immediately drawn to a mysterious figure standing near the window, his imposing height casting a striking silhouette across the rows of books lining the shelves.

It was Gof, a renowned lover of poetry known for his way with words, a presence that both intrigued and captivated her in that moment.

As she entered the library, her gaze caught on a figure standing by the window, his tall frame casting a long shadow against the bookshelves.

This figure was Gof, a poetry enthusiast recognized for his way with words. Though they had crossed paths several times, they shared not only the same creative writing class but also an intriguing dynamic.

Gof was known for his reserved nature, often choosing the comfort of close friends over frivolous small talk. He had an air of mystery surrounding him, akin to the archetype of the enigmatic 'skater boy' on campus, a persona that piqued the curiosity of many, especially the girls who found his allure irresistible.

"Hey, girl," a voice chirped, interrupting Harmony's contemplation as she settled into the seat across from her in the library. It was Gabee, a student whose reputation often preceded her, earning her the label of the campus 'whore' in whispered gossip. Harmony, disheartened by the perpetuation of such high school-like titles, greeted Gabee with a polite but distant "Hi."

"So, I've noticed you're close to Gof. Could you do me a favor and share his number?" Gabee inquired, her request lacking subtlety. Harmony hesitated momentarily, ready to decline until an idea sparked in her mind, causing a mischievous smirk to form on her lips.

"Yeah sure give me your phone"

Gabee squealed as she gave her phone. Harmony smirked got bigger as she put in her ex's number. "I hope you guys last forever" harmony gave her back her phone and the now clueless girl skipped away.

"Why are you here" She heard she looked up and saw gof. She gently grabbed his arm and pulled him down in the seat next to her. "Gabee asked for your number"

"Ew i hope you didnt give it to her" gof says with a disgusted face. "I didnt i gave her my ex's" harmony smiled. "Thats... thats clever" gof admitted. Gof doesnt have to many girl friends. Considering all the girls he ever talked to was the same. But not harmony. She's different to him.

He doesn't know how they became friends. They just instantly clicked. "So why are you here" gof asks again making harmony look at him confused. "Ummm we have class" She says in a Duhhh tone.

Gof scoffed and then laughed getting up. "You really need to check your emails more often" he says then leaving. Harmony quickly pulled her phone out and checked her emails. She soon saw a email from her professor saying class was canceled for the night. Harmony quickly got up and caught up with gof. "Waittt!!!"

"Aint no way you walked this far ahead already" she says catching her breath. "I did, you'll understand when you grow" gof says earning a playful slap to the arm as he laughs. "Wait why were you here then"

"I left my charger, luckily it was still here" harmony nodded as they walked out the library. They walked together as Harmony followed behind. It looked like harmony was his puppy or little child.

"Why are you following me?" Gof asks as they reach his car. "Huh? Oh shit um i dont know actually" she says as she realized she was following him.

"Its only 8:25 wanna go catch a movie?" Gof asks. "WHATTT!! IS THE GOF ASKING ME HARMONY TO A MOVIE" harmony says loudly.

"Oh my gosh why are you like this, shut your mouth"

"Omg i can't believe this should i say yes or yeah or be humble and be like 'sure"

"I cant with you, You know what never mind"

"Wait no! Im sorry, im sorry but wanna just have a movie night at mines?" Harmony calms down and ask earning a shrug from gof.

"Alrighty ill meet you at my place" she says heading to her car. Gof shakes his head with a smile getting into his car.

It's already 8pm, and the frustration continues to grow for sunwoo as sleep eludes him once again. The persistent disturbance comes from his roommate, who has, for the second time now, brought home another guy to fuck, their walls was thick yet his room was right beside hers?

He can't help but feel as though this noise is intentional, meant to unsettle him deliberately. Exhausted and fed up with the situation, sunwoo finds himself questioning why his roommate and her companion can't choose a different location for their nighttime activities.

After all, he had already expressed his desire for a peaceful sleeping environment after the first incident, hoping that she would respect his need for rest as a fellow resident of the same living space.

Sunwoo can't lay in bed and listen to this bullshit any more, mostly because he could start feel himself getting hard by her moans. Oh how he wished it was him instead of that guy.

Sunwoo threw the covers off angrily and walk down the hallway, banging on her door. "Can y'all please shut the fuck up!" The moans and groans coming from her room come to a halt and hes glad they got the message.

As he turn on his heels to head back to his room, a half dressed guy comes running out of her room and shoves past him, almost knocking him over.

He heads for the door before he can even see his face. Sunwoo turn to look at noze, covering the lower half of her body with his sheets as she has a tank top on, which made his situation worse seeing her peirced nipples through the top.

Her hair is messy and sweaty, which would look good on any other day but hes too mad at her to think of him in that way right now. "Oh shit, I didn't know you were home, I'm so sorry sunny" she apologizes.

She thought he were spending the night at his friend's house, like he usually does. "I'm going tomorrow night dumbass. Do you bring someone home every time I'm not here?" Hes ask, arms crossing.

"Maybe not every night," she responds, unable to look him in the eye. He scoff and head back to his room, finally able to get some sleep. He snuggle under the covers but feel his phone vibrate from a text.

Noze 🌸 [8:15pm] Are you mad at me?

Sunwoo 🚨 [ 8:15pm] yes

Noze 🌸 [8:16pm] You weren't home when I

got here, I swear I didn't know you came back:

Sunwoo 🚨 [8:17pm] ok i guess

Noze 🌸 [8:18pm] Sooo, there's a party my friend is throwing Saturday night, wanna go?

Sunwoo 🚨 [8:18pm].. yes

Noze 🌸 [8:18pm] <3

"Why do you have a notebook with my name on it" gof says as he looked around her room. "OH!

Come sit ill show you" she says pulling down to her bed with her. He opens the notebook and it says 'perks of having a hot bestie'.

"You didnt" he says looking at her. "I did okay so number 1. an abundance of freebies and discounts. So remember that time at the cafe where you flirted with the cashier and we got a free muffin? Welp i get 15% off everything there now just because she thinks im your girlfriend" harmony explains.

"You get 15%? Ha i get FREE" gof brags.

"Anyways number 2. hugs. Your hugs make me feel safe or calm especially in public. Plus i love the way other girls looked so pissed off"

"Your evil" gof laughs switching the page and it read 'DOWNSIDES' "Theres downsides?" He reads then reading the first bullet. "How am i a narcissistic asswhole" he asks.

"Because you always make fun of me for the smallest things and sometimes they ruin my whole mood" she responded. "Sorry i forgot your a sensitive lil bean" he says earning a glare from her. He quickly looked away and decided to close the book reading no more. "Your done? But theres more" harmony says.

"Yeah i know but i got bored" he says laying on her bed getting comfortable. Harmony scoffed and got up. "Whatever im gonna go change be right back" she says grabbing some clothes and going to her bathroom. When she came back gof was knocked out on her bed.

"Does my bed kill them or something" she mumbled getting into the bed with him. "Ew no go away" he groaned making her scoff. "Sir your in my bed" she says.

After a while they ended up falling asleep on the most weirdest position possible.