#its a lot of text for testing

[aropride]

i really dont understand studying at all like genuinely i don't know what it is . i know about "taking notes" and "reading the textbook" and that's it . quizlet doesn't do shit for me because i don't know what to. do. with the cards. look at them ? am i supposed to just look at them . No one bothered teaching me actual skills bc i got good grades when i was 8 and now i am so hopelessly lost . why did no one think to teach me this for when stuff got harder than four plus three

[lesbianuhaulindustrialcomplex]

i got a d on my california history quiz today but an a on my sociology midterm so idc. idc. idc.

[karmageddeon]

Doing some more work on the comic viewer since I haven't worked on it for a few months :] I think it's coming along nicely! I'm not entirely sure what else I'm gonna add to it yet. The transcript system is a lil different than the one that the SC pages have and it's a little wonky so I'm thinking of altering it a bit but I'm not entirely sure how I'm gonna do that yet... We'll see.

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

Saw a video abt fanservice and the little autism part of my brain wants to yap. So bad.

[smallpotatoes-dandelions]

Watching House MD for the first time since I was a child after everyone started posting about it on tumblr and it's like oh! People don't like it because he's a mega genius it's more that millions of people in this world would have been saved infinite pain if their doctor was like only a fifth as invested in them as he is, he's like commiting felonies just to get an extra CT scan done

[todayisafridaynight]

Wanna put your friend in a lil terrarium just to see what wacky things she does stg 😂

i actually Cannot Stress the migraine she gives me every time we hang out. like without fail she'll always say or do something that ranges from mildly questionable or irritating but relatively Whatever to How Have You Survived This Long Without Burning Your House Down Boiling An Egg

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I applied for a Dispatch/Call Center position and I got invited to do a recorded screening interview thing, which is exciting, so wish me luck!

[geminitheme001]

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[v4visms]

[mina-org]

part one - part two (youre here) - part three - part four - part five- six

warning for smut, 141 are panty sniffers! and more yanderery than the last! I have another part written but I just felt like was already dragged a lil so lmk if you want the next part! also not edited bc im lazy

“The birds just not fuckin’ into ya johnny. She never took this long to respond to me.” Simon smirks, truthfully he didn’t really remember but he was fucked off with this entire thing, not only was Johnny after his bird but texting you became a group sport, even the double text.

Simon seethes, usually you would've crawled back to him by now, you'd get drunk and call him sobbing from whatever pub you were at and you'd owe him, rinse and repeat.

At least if you were into Johnny he'd know what you were doing but now your absence started to eat at him, he just wondered your were like a deer fresh out the womb, learning to walk, how would you survive when Simon wasn't there to pick up your the pieces when you inevitably fell apart again.

simon couldnt take them fawning over you anymore so he returned to his bedroom, he had a little secret that he had to keep from those closest to him, your underwear. A collection really.

to start with, they were just tucked in his bag for when he was deployed, he’d push a pair around his cock, satin felt nice but the cream pair with little berries on? they were too cute and so you. He’d pump his cock until they were stick with his cum.

then when he was home more often and you were fucked too dumb to bounce on his cock, neglecting him after hes giving you so many? he'll remember that for next time. and really left him no choice but to scout out your discarded panties, maybe a fresh pair if you packed them, and he'd finish himself off before tugging them up your legs, his cum from earlier still leaking out your pretty pussy. something about you walking home in shame, carrying him with you, a sense of ownership simon loved.

now these panties were all he had, and he wasn't gonna share them. maybe with Johnny, if he was good.

after a week it just wasnt doing it for him anymore, he needed to see his girl but all his texts weren't sending:( and he hadn't seen you at the gym or the pilates class you spent so much money on. almost like your little temper tantrum was serious this time.

okay so it took simon a week or two to turn up begging, well demanding your forgiveness.

or he would've, if you answered the fucking door? after coming over and almost fighting your door guy a few times, he gets the hint, stealth is wealth and all that.

now here he is, staring at you through binoculars, on the rooftop opposite your building, like he's gathering intel or some shit. originally he was gonna keep this to himself, threes a crowd after all but it was chilly on the rooftop and simon is all about efficiency and your safety of course!

thing is, that pesky door man knows who simon is, and its doubtful a stick on moustache and boiler suit is gonna convince him that simon is also the buildings engineer!

through this process they've found out your building has a lot of security issues, nobody even thought about cyber security so when gaz sends out an email with a list of apartment numbers and a time, stating some maintenance was needed, no one bats an eye.

and of course you dont want any awkward conversations, like offering them tea or coffee 50 times while they try to focus but they'd think you rude if you dont and you can't ignore them, thats rude too. so you have to go out and stay out.

so you go shopping, you've been needing more underwear anyway!

soon enough John and gaz are in your apartment, putting up hidden cameras, slipping trackers into the linings of your most worn clothes, rifling through your belongings and testing out your perfume, trying to figure out which one you use daily from the memories of your scent lingering on simon and around the flat.

however gold is struck when they come across your laundry basket! feral is the best fitting word, Johnny will froth at the mouth once they tell him and of course share the bounty of their conquest.

taglist: @skeletonsucker @supernova2205 @wh0re4-alexademi @grr457

[lotussokka]

i was working on my desktop theme but im about to go to sleep so it may look a little weird for now

hopefully i can figure out the audio controls styling tonight!

[riacte]

Ready to time travel to 2021 Hermitblr/Trafficblr?

Bogwaters Demo out now on itch.io!

A hand to hold until the end. A hand to hold because we're friends.

June 2021. The experimental Minecraft series Triple Life SMP has just aired its finale and you're obsessed with the dynamic between the Minecraft YouTubers Benbog and Mars OfTheBigWaters.

Problem? The fandom still hates shipping. Solution? Start an underground Discord server to quarantine your shipping activities. To avoid being cancelled, you'd have to scour your social media to find potential members who are secretly open to shipping.

ABOUT

Bogwaters is a free, text-based, interactive fiction browser game. The game is a parody of the Third Life SMP fandom in mid 2021 that is focused on Treebark (the romantic ship between Rendog/Martyn InTheLittleWood) and its fandom relevance.

This is a demo version (prototype) meant to test the limits and feasibility of this game.

You play as the owner of a Discord server named Bogwaters. Your goal is to invite 4 people within 7 days, from June 1 to June 7.

Full "how to play" guide can be found within the game.

This is the author's first interactive fiction game so it may be wonky. Constructive feedback is appreciated!

Word count: ~10k

Estimated play time: 30 to 45 minutes

FEATURES

3 endings

5 NPCs you can attempt to invite

Friendship levels for NPCs

Fandom enjoyment meter that can increase or decrease based on your actions

New Tumblr dashboard for each of the seven days

Tumblr, Discord, Ao3, DMs

Special events on certain days

Light/dark mode

CONTENT WARNINGS

MCYTshipping (hermit and traffic)

2019-2021 type ship discourse

2019 Hermitblr

2021 Hermittwt/Traffictwt

Canon-typical innuendos

Swearing

Written in Ink by Inkle Studios.

Original inspiration post here (May 13, 2025) (Yes I wrote this in less than two weeks)

I had a lot of fun making this and I hope you enjoy it too if you play it! Please talk to me if you have any thoughts and opinions, I'd love to ramble :D

<3

[perfectqueenfan]

Having the egg right at the opening at the start of your work shift, so you have to hold the egg in so you can finally deliver the egg back home.

*Sorry folks it's gonna be a long one. I got a good writing flow and idea for this.*

I knew that going into work today was probably not the smartest idea, but I needed the money and had signed on for a double shift. I started early, driving to the bakery I worked at around 7:45am. A few months ago I had signed on to help a friend out with a science project for one of their classes at our local college, which ended up being something a lot more out of the ordinary than I had initially thought.

"Human egg incubation. But not like a human egg, you have plenty of those. I found these alien eggs on the black market and need a test subject to see if these are even real. Can you help me please?" And me, being weak when it came to them, said yes. It has been 4 months since we inserted one of the eggs into my womb, at the time it was as small as a pea. They were a light green color, slightly glowing. To a normal eye, you wouldn't notice any difference with me. But I could see the beginning of a bump forming, the slight distended look of where my womb is, looking like I had just a little too much to eat. The bump was firm if I pressed against it, and I could often feel the egg shift when I moved around. It had definitely grown, I'm unsure by how much but enough for me to feel it's weight at all times.

When I pulled into the staff parking lot, I felt a sudden shift in my womb, more intense than the usual movement. Running a hand across the tiny bump, I felt to make sure that nothing was breaking before heading into work. Greeting my co-worker Annie, I moved to grab my apron when I felt a twinge deep in my belly. Placing my hand against the bump again, I felt the egg shift in a harsher way than normal. Weird, but it's not gonna stop me from getting my job done, I thought to myself as I tied on my apron and began to open up the bakery.

It wasn't even an hour into open when I had to excuse myself for a bio break, quickly rushing to the bathroom as another wave of pain washed over me. As soon as I was in a stall I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down enough to expose me stomach and underwear. Looking at my bump, I noticed it was a bit more pronounced and I could feel the egg shift again uncomfortably, holding back a groan at the feeling. But the pain wouldn't let up, a near wiggling feeling from how much the egg was shifting again the walls of my womb. Then it all came to a crest when I felt a pop like feeling, a small rush of what seems to be blue slime coming from between my legs and soaking my underwear.

"Oh, fuck me." I cursed under my breath as I grabbed some toilet paper to quickly wipe away what would be best described as my waters, really it was a mucus sac the egg had developed around itself to keep it safe. Once I was cleaned enough, I pulled my pants back up and quickly rushed to the break room to grab my phone, texting my friend that the egg was on its way. That's when it dawned on me, I had signed up for a double shift today. Realizing that I had to stall the birth of this egg as much as possible, I put back on my apron and walked back to the counter with determination: make it thought this shift without having this egg.

Not even halfway though my first shift, I realized that was easier said than done. The egg, which turns out was massive, had managed to fully get into my birth canal and weighing heavily on my hips. I was saving my groans until I was in the pantry or couldn't be heard over the espresso machines. The worst part though, is that I was so turned on by it. The hiding, the weight and feeling of the egg shifting lower and lower, and nobody else knew that I was using all my mental strength not to give in and push the massive egg out of me. Moving throughout the motions of making yet another caramel macchiato, I bent down to grab another carton of milk when the egg shot forward, resting just behind my lips. I let out a startled yelp at the feeling, Annie giving me a weird look at my sudden outburst. "Hit my head." Was all I said and she gave a nod of understanding before returning to the customer.

By 3pm, I was sweating, constantly denying my bodies cry to push practically every minute as I moved around the bakery. My confident walk had turned into a slow, almost waddle. It felt like there was a bowling ball between my legs, and with every step the feeling of the egg shifting right at my entrance was torture. But I couldn't push, not here and definitely not right before the after-school rush of students. Standing behind the counter taking orders, a regular walked up and began chatting about her annoying professor. I felt myself relax a bit, swinging into our normal conversation. Biggest mistake. Not even realizing, my body began pushing, feeling the sudden stretch of my hole making me whimper out in shock and pain. Without apologizing, I rushed to the bathroom and quickly undid my pants again, pulling my underwear down too. I could see the tiniest bit of hard, glowing green shell peaking between my lips. Running my fingers against it, I moaned out as I pushed it back in, my body protesting as I did. Once I felt safe enough, I returned to work, only for all the progress I had just undone to return, feeling my opening begin to spread again just a bit as the egg slowly shifted downward.

Finally, after two hours of feeling the egg ever so slowly stretch me open, I left work for the day and as quickly as I could rushed to my car. The second I sat down, the angle from the seat and my jeans pushed the egg back into me a bit, causing me to groan at the feeling. I pressed a hand to my throbbing cunt, feeling the slight outline of the egg though my pants. It wasn't crowning, but it was getting close. Driving home was almost as bad as working, the constant burning and subconscious pushing but the egg not being able to move due to my underwear and jeans.

I managed to get into my home with only a slight waddle, not being able to fully close me legs with the giant egg weighing between them. I didn't even try to get to my room, heading to the couch in the living room and striping off every article of clothing on my body. I pressed one hand over my pussy again, feeling the egg against my palm. It felt like it was tearing me open, at least the size of an ostrich egg, and hand more of a bumpy texture. I whimpered for hours as I squatted and tried to push the egg out of my cunt, playing with my clit to try and ease the slide out with arousal. Around 11pm, I finally got the egg to crown, crying out as it felt like I was being split open and simultaneously orgasming, managing to have the egg pop and slip free of my poor, overstretched cunt.

[vanillabat99]

I definitely need a bigger storage card for my camera!! I'm not sure if I just have to fiddle with settings, but I can only get ~10 pictures before it says it's out of memory 😔

[criminalyapping]

due for trouble | stay the night

the pitt masterlist main masterlist

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: here i am back for part 2. this is shameless, filthy smut - enjoy!

my ancient laptop sometimes types multiples of letters when i hit it once which is so annoying, but if you notice any repeated letters or spaces please let me know; i do my best to take them out but there's a lot so they'll slip through the cracks

warnings: SMUUUUUT (mdni!!), age gap (reader is implied mid-20's, jack late 40's early 50's), language, unplanned pregnancy

<< part 1 | part 3 >>

You cannot believe it. Absolutely not, nope, not in a million years.

You're a big girl, with a big girl job and big girl sensibilities and there is no way that this is happening.

Forget about the fact that your period tracking app is lit up in red text and that suddenly the smell of your bathroom sink (and every sink you've encountered for the last couple of days) leaves you gagging.

You've been doing a stand-up job at denial.

You're in denial as you leave the grocery store, arms laden with your next weeks' worth of food; if a pregnancy test somehow found its way into your basket and through the self-check, it wasn't your doing. You're in denial as unpack the groceries, leaving the test on your bathroom counter and drinking a big glass of water. You're in denial as you wash your hands and set a timer on your phone for three minutes. You're in denial as you send a text to the hot doctor you've been casually seeing (re: sleeping with) as the seconds tick lower.

Not bringing this up to him, absolutely not. You're paranoid, you're overreacting, and you tell him that you're putting away your groceries with absolutely nothing else interesting going on.

The denial starts to fade as you reenter your bathroom and see two lines staring you in the face like they haven't just changed your life.

You stomp your foot childishly, glaring at your face staring back at you in the mirror.

"Idiot," you spit, pointing at your reflection.

About two months ago, you had been out with friends, drinking and dancing as you try to do with them at least twice a year.

"More?" you ask the group, holding up your empty glass. The happy, glazed eyes around you widen and nod.

"My turn, be right back!" you smile. As you approach the bar, you set your empty glass down and lean against your arm to wait for a bartender.

You glance to behind you, to the man sitting at the bar. He's playing block blast on his phone, not paying attention to the goings on around him. Not one to ever bite your tongue, you have to say something.

"Why come to a bar to sit and play on your phone?" you ask, voice loud over the music.

The man, who is noticably older but muscled to high heaven and very attractive, jerks his head up as you interrput. His eyes skim over your face, then back down at his phone, which he locks and places face down on the bar. He turns his body, now fully facing you.

"Why've you gotta question a man who justs wants to play some phone games in peace?" he asks teasingly.

"Peace? You call this peaceful?" you quip, waving your hand around the bar.

The corners of his lips curl up into a smirk.

"Well, when you work in an emergency room, this," he says, returning your gesture, "sure seems peaceful."

"Hmmm, an adrenaline junkie, then." you state.

"You said it, not me." he smiles.

"Wouldn't, I don't know, your own house be a bit more peaceful?" you ask teasingly.

"Well, I wouldn't get opportunities like this if I was at home, would I?"

This man is matching your energy so well, and it's thrilling.

You're opening your mouth, about to respond, when the bartender arrives asking for your order.

You turn, giving your full attention and remember your friends' drinks.

"Can I please have a vodka diet, a tequila lemonade, an espresso martini, and a vodka soda with lime, and well is good for all of them." you request, holding out your card.

The bartender nods, turning away to begin making them.

"Those all for you, sweetheart?" the man asks, your attention being pulled back to him.

Fuck yes, he's flirting with you.

"Yeah," you joke. "I hold two in each hand and take turns on them."

He laughs, a deep chuckle coming from his chest that is so sexy you're melting.

"They're for my friends," you clarify with a smile.

"I figured," he laughs.

"So, Mr. Hot Doctor," you flirt back, "do you really just sit here after work playing on your phone and waiting for people to chat you up?" you ask.

He grins, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, which inevitably draws your eyes to his bicep. He definitely picks up on it, his face quickly morphing into a prideful look.

"It's Jack," he says, "and yes, really."

"Craz-y," you sing-song, "most days it's about all I can do to crawl home and into bed after work."

"And what is it that you do?" he asks. The bartender returns with your drinks and the card, which you slip into your purse. You gather up the drinks, two in each hand, and send Jack a wink.

"Nothing as interesting as you, that's for sure."

You turn around and walk back towards your friends, weaving between bar-goers.

"And who the fuck is that?!" your friends chorus as you return, handing off drinks carefully.

"His name is Jack," you smile.

"And you just left him there?!" Jiya asks, taking a gulp of her vodka soda.

"I'll go back," you assure, "I'm just leaving him wanting more," you giggle.

And go back you do, as you see him standing up from his stool, throwing a look across the bar as he throws down some cash. Looking for you, if you do say so yourself.

You meet his eye, holding up a finger as you place your drink in your friends hand and walk towards him.

"Leaving so soon?" you say with a pout on your lips as you stand in front of him.

"I'm an old man, honey," he smirks, "I need my rest." he jokes.

"Well," you start, pulling out your phone, "here's what you're gonna do. You put your number in my phone, and I'll text you. You let me know when you get home, and when me and my friends call it a night, I'll text you. If you're still awake, old man, you can invite me over and there's a good chance I'll come."

A surprised expression slides across Jack's face before it's replaced with a heated stare. He wordlessly takes the phone from your outstretched hand and types in his number.

He still has your phone in his hand as he takes a step closer, crowding into your space, and wraps a burly arm around your waist, your phone pressing into the small of your back.

"I'm old enough to be your father," he murmurs.

"Ew, don't talk about my father!" you gripe, grasping the firm bicep of the arm around your waist.

"But I-" Jack starts, only to be interrputed.

"I really don't give a shit," you roll your eyes, "do you?" you ask the man in front of you.

Jack looks down at you in his arms. The big eyes looking up at him, the expanse of skin of your legs shown below the hem of your shorts. Smooth and inviting; Jack is desperate to get his hands on you.

"No," he smirks, "no, I really don't."

"Good," you tell grasping the back of his neck and pulling him forward into a hot, messy kiss. He returns the kiss with enthusiasm, his tongue running along your lower lip before plunging into your mouth, muffling the noise of surprise you make.

He peels himself away from your mouth with a groan, licking his lips. He slides your phone into your back pocket, leaving his hand there.

"I'll see you later," he promises.

"Yeah, you will," you smile.

And so, about two hours later, you're in an unfamiliar apartment that you ubered to after leaving the bar.

"Fuck, baby," Jack groans, his words muffled from his position between your thighs. His hot tongue resumes it's mission, licking over you as your legs shake. He moves the hand that was bracing itself on his bed to behind your knee, pushing it up and away from him and opening you up to his ministrations even more.

You're a moaning, quivering mess with your hands grasping at his sheets by your head. You're completely undressed, with your clothes leaving a trail from his front door to his bedroom, and this man still has all of his clothes on. You hazard a look down, where his eyes stare into yours. As his tongue moves up, you're surprised by the stretch of two fingers entering you, causing your mouth to drop open in a moan as you fling your head back.

He pulls his face out from between your legs, raising up to be seated on his heels as his fingers continue pumping in and out of you. He leans over top of you, moving slowly and staring at your slack-jawed expression.

"Yeah, that feels good, huh?" he teases, his hand moving faster.

"Uh huh," you agree breathily, looking at him on top of you.

"Now," he starts, "you're going to come, and then I'll go find a condom so I can fuck you just like you want, honey," he promises, his voice dripping with want.

He drops his head into your space, running his stubble across your cheek and down your neck as he plants wet, open mouthed kisses there.

"You want that, huh?" he teasingly asks, "It's all yours, sweet thing, just come for me," he promises.

With his voice in your ear, and his hand working double time between your legs, you fall headfirst into the most intense orgasm you've had in a while.

You whine out breathy pants as your whole body tenses, and Jack swallows them up as he presses his open mouth to yours.

"Yeah," he coos around your bottom lip, "just like that," he praises.

His fingers slow as the aftershocks set in, your legs twitching. He pulls his fingers out of your sopping core and puts them straight in his mouth.

He shifts, sitting up and patting the outside of your thigh, his fingers leaving a wet trail wherever they go.

"You stay just like this," he instructs, "and I'll be right back."

Jack stands up and walks out of his bedroom, and you get to work on catching your breath.

"Shit," you whisper to yourself. You think about how you should have been going for older guys, if this is what they're capable of.

Jack returns, shirtless, and tosses a wrapped condom onto your bare stomach. He gets back on the bed, in between your still spread legs, and leans down to kiss you. Your hands find their home running across his chest and back, pulling him down slightly to press against you. He resists though, and you find yourself thrilled at just how strong this man is. He pulls back from the kiss and starts talking again.

"So, I have a prosthetic leg that you're about to see, I didn't want you to be surprised." he says.

"Okay," you smile up at him dreamily.

"Okay, sweetheart," he whispers, loving the swift turnaround from the confident, assertive girl he met to this. Guard down, completely at his mercy, and appearing to revel in every second of it.

You watch as stands, looking down at you as he unzips and lowers his jeans. They get caught for a second on his prosthetic, but your wide, dreamy eyes never leave his face. His boxers follow and he hisses as he wraps a hand around himself and strokes a few times. Your eyes do leave his face then, and comically widen as you take him in.

He crawls back onto the bed, and finally presses the length of his body to yours, pressing you down into the mattress as he catches your mouth with his.

You feel him, hard and insistent, against your stomach as he returns to licking and sucking at the soft skin of your neck.

You whine, wanting more of him.

He chuckles, pulling back slightly, enough to grab the condom that was trapped between you.

"You're alright, baby," he coos, ripping open the package and rolling it on. "Just a second," he assures.

His arm comes down, bracing himself right over your head so that your faces are millimeters apart. He takes himself in his other hand and runs his tip over you. He gently smacks it on your clit, causing you to give a full body twitch and a whine.

"Hey, look at me, open your eyes," he urges. You open your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them.

You can feel him lining himself up and starting to push himself in. Your eyes grow even wider, and your mouth opens in a silent gasp. You're staring up at him, starry eyes glued to his as he slips all the way in, his pelvis pressing up against yours.

He starts moving slowly, pulling out and pressing back in in measured, gentle thrusts.

Your breathing picks up, choppy and uneven breaths leaving your mouth.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs as the hand bracing him slides down and under your head, grasping the back of your neck firmly.

As his hips start to speed up, he becomes firmer in his thrusts which you can now feel in the deepest parts of you, pummelling your insides in a way that feels so indescribably good. He pulls his head away from you laying one hand on your lower stomach and pressing down slightly, the other hoisting your leg up and out, opening you up to him.

"I've got you, baby," he smirks through his labored breathing, looking down at you writhing under him. Your hands clench and unclench repeatedly, your body and brain overwhelmed with the feel of him moving inside you.

All at once, he slows down and pulls himself out of you, causing you to let out a whine of displeasure.

He chuckles, grabbing your hips and twisting gently as a suggestion.

"Turn over for me," he requests. You throw yourself onto your front, desperate to do exactly as he says. Your knees come up, propping yourself open for him, your neck turned to the side and face pressed into his pillow.

He shoves himself back in roughly and sets a fast, relentless pace.

"Fuck!" you squeal, hands grappling for stability.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you squeeze out as he pounds into you.

Jack's hands are tight around your hips, squeezing hard and reveling in the feel of you. Graphic slapping sounds resonate through the room as his hips meet yours.

"Oh, fuck," Jack murmurs, one of the hands on your hips slipping down in between your legs. His fingers swirl through the wetness there before settling on your clit and runninng fast circles over it.

You jerk away from the sudden onslaught of sensations, but his firm hands follow every twitch of your hips, not letting up for a second. You're mindlessly babbling and a line of drool has pooled on the pillow underneath your head.

"Why don't you come for me, baby, I know you want it," Jack spews from his filthy mouth, "I want it too, I want it so bad, honey, I want to feel you," he urges.

You would have made it there without his prompting, but his low tone and demanding voice get you there even faster. You're a moaning, incomprehensible mess as every muscle in your body tenses, your orgasm running through you like you just drank boiling water. Your hearing gets muffled as you choke out one final long, drawn out sound.

Three more thrusts and Jack is pressing into you even deeper, which you didn't think was possible, choking on his own sounds and grasping at your body harder than you think he means to.

You both still, breathing hard and chests pounding. You speak first, into the humidity of his bedroom.

"Jesus, that was good," you laugh.

"Took the words right out of my mouth." Jack agrees.

You hiss as Jack slowly pulls himself out of you. You move your aching hips to lay on your front, still catching your breath. After a moment, Jack rubs across your back soothingly, laying down next to you.

"I don't wanna move," you whine pitifully, not looking forward to putting your clothes back on and an awkward uber ride home.

"I'm taking that as a compliment." Jack says. You can't see his face from this angle but you know there's a self-satisfied grin on his face. You flip him off behind your back.

"There's my spitfire," Jack chuckles fondly.

To distract yourself from the flaming red of your cheeks at his statement, you haul youself up from his bed and walk to his bathroom, shutting the door behind you. A few moments later, you open the door halfway and call out to him.

"Can you bring me my clothes, please?" you request.

"You really want to put those back on?" he calls back to you. "You looked amazing, but they don't look particularly comfortable."

"They're all I have, jackass." you remind him.

"I've got ya," he says, quietly, followed by the sounds of him rummaging around. He opens the bathroom door further, holding out a handful of clothes to you.

"Thank you," you say, quickly putting on the shirt and boxers he's handed you.

This is your least favorite part, the awkward shuffle around picking up your things as you try to leave as fast as you can, lest the awkwardness set in. You exit the bathroom and see Jack reclined on his bed, looking at his phone. You step towards the door, but Jack calls out to you.

"Come here," he pleads. You pad over to the side of his bed. Jack grasps your hand and pulls you down, so that you're laying on top of him.

"Where are you heading off to, huh?" he asks into your hair.

"I was gonna get my stuff and get an uber home." you explain.

Jack hums, tightening his arms around you.

"You can do that," he agrees, "or you can get in bed, whatever you want." he says earnestly.

You consider his warm arms around you, his soothing tone, and how cold you would be if you got up.

"I want to get in bed," you murmur, slightly embarrased.

"Alright," he agrees, arms coming around you as he stands, holding you up under the butt as he throws back his blankets.

He sets you back down and crawls in next to you.

"I'll even take the wet spot," he says with a grin.

You groan in embarrasment into his pillow as his arms circle around you, pulling you into him.

[jennaflare]

So Disco Elysium is the only game you've ever really liked

I get it! It's a phenomenal game with superb art and writing, and its themes are consistent and deeply explored. It sets a high bar for video games. But there are other really, really fantastic games out there. This is a list that is 100% my own taste of things that aren't necessarily similar, other than the fact that they're really fucking good. (A lot of these are on sale for the Steam Summer Sale until July 11 2024!)

In Stars and Time

In Stars and Time is a time loop game where you play as Siffrin, the rogue of a party at the end of their quest to save the day by defeating the King, who is freezing everybody in time! But something is wrong: every time you die, you loop back to the day before you fight the King. You're the only one who remembers the loops, so it's up to you to figure out why it's happening, and how to break out.

In Stars and Time is a heart-wrenching dive into mental health, friendship, and love. It's about feeling alone, and how awful it is when the people who love you don't notice (and how awful it is when they do). It's about falling deeper and deeper into your worst self and your worst tendencies, and how to come back from it.

The creator also did one of my favorite Disco Elysium comics ever, which is only tangentially relevant but worth mentioning.

Roadwarden

In Roadwarden, you play as the titular Roadwarden for an undeveloped and "wild" part of the kingdom. Monsters roam the forests and roads, and it's your job to keep people safe. On paper, anyway. Your real mission is to find out what is of value in the area, and how to take it from its people. How well you perform this task is up to you. It's an oldschool text-based RPG, and I take a lot of notes by hand when I play.

Roadwarden explores exploitation and industrialization by making you look in the face of your potential victims. You can only learn what your bosses want you to report on by getting close to the residents, after all. There are mysteries to be solved, secrets to be gathered, and hearts to win.

The Longing

The Longing is an adventure-idle game where you play as the solitary servant of a sleeping king. Your task is to wait for him, for four hundred days. Time in the game passes in realtime (for the most part). There are caves to explore, books to be read, and drawings to make.

The Longing is about loneliness and depression. It's about whether or not you decide to stay in that hole, and if you do, what you do with yourself while you're there. Maybe you'll wander. Maybe you'll stare at a wall. Maybe you'll just sleep until it's all over.

Papers, Please

Papers, Please casts you as a newly hired customs officer in a country that is rapidly tightening its borders as its fascist government tightens its fist. This game is stressful. Sometimes you intend to help out the revolutionaries when they asked, but then you got so stressed out trying to make your quota so you can feed your family and pay your bills that you didn't notice the name of the person they were hoping to contact while going through their papers. Sometimes someone puts a bomb in front of you and expects you to defuse it. Sometimes someone suggests you steal people's passports so you can get your family out, and with the horror you see daily, the idea tempts you more than you'd like.

Papers, Please is all about hard choices and testing your moral fortitude. Everything you do has consequences. Being a good person in this game is hardly ever rewarded, but not in a way that feels overly cynical. Papers, Please asks you what kind of person you want to be and what you're willing to sacrifice to get there.

The Return of the Obra Dinn

From the creator of Papers, Please, The Return of the Obra Dinn is a game where you play as an insurance investigator for the East India Trading Company. The ship the Obra Dinn has just floated back into port, its entire crew missing or dead. It's your job to figure out what happened aboard the vessel. For insurance reasons.

I don't know how to go into the themes of this too deeply without giving away too much, but the mechanics of the game itself make the game worth playing. You have a magic stopwatch that allows you to go back to the moment of a person's death, allowing you to try and figure out who (or what) killed them, and how. And the soundtrack is extremely good.

Outer Wilds

In Outer Wilds you play as an unnamed alien, and it's your first day going to space! Your planet's space program is pretty new still, so there's still lots to explore and discover on the planets within your system. There are ancient ruins from a mysterious race that once lived in your system, long before your species began to record history. Why were they here? Where did they go? How are they connected to the weird thing that keeps happening to you?

The fun of Outer Wilds is in the discovery and answering your own questions. The game never tells you where to go, and it never outright tells you anything. There are clues scattered through the system, and it's up to you to put them together and figure out your next steps. It's about the way that life always goes on, no matter what, even when it seems like the end of everything, forever. I'd recommend NOT reading anything else about this game. Just go play it. Seriously, the less you know, the more fun this is.

If on a Winter's Night, Four Travelers

In If on a Winter's Night, Four Travelers, you explore the circumstances of the deaths of four individuals.

This is a short one that took me about two and a half hours to play. If for no other reason, play it for the stunning pixel art. The game explores sexism, racism, and homophobia in the Victorian era and leans heavily into horror themes. Best of all: it's completely free!

Pentiment

Pentiment takes you to the 16th century, where you take the role of Andreas Maler, a journeyman artist working on his masterwork in the scriptorium of an abbey. When someone is murdered, Andreas takes responsibility for finding the culprit.

The game is set over 20~ years and you get to watch how Andreas' actions affect the village in various ways (who's alive the next time you come by, have people gotten married and had children...). It's an exploration of how the past affects the future, and what parts of that past we choose to keep or discard. It has beautiful art, and fans of both Disco and Pentiment often compare them.

Other games you might wanna check out

Night in the Woods, Dredge, Oxenfree, A House of Many Doors, Inscryption, Slay the Princess, Citizen Sleeper, Chants of Sennar, Loop Hero, The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood, The Pale Beyond, Where the Water Tastes Like Wine, Elsinore, Her Story, Before Your Eyes, Pathologic (not delved into above because the venn diagram of Pathologic fans and Disco fans is basically a circle)