#(( holy shit he knows how to use the caps lock ))

[col-eus]

...me and my coworker on currently on break so she has her pokémon out and her klawf (i think that's what she called it) keeps staring at at the wall...

...i don't know why oH IT'S CLIMBING THE WALL???

[bad268]

Hello my friend! I've recently discovered your work for the frog boys and also saw you have requests open (if this isn't true anymore I'm terribly sorry!) I was wondering if you could write something about Pezzy (and maybe the rest of the frog house included if you want) playing horror games with his s/o? Have a good day!

Scared in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I decided to make this part of [Blank] in Love. I could be read alone though. Thank you my friend <3)

Warnings: Horror games

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1027 (about 250 each)

Summary: Horror games are scary, who knew?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Technically can be read alone, but Part 4 <-

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Puffer (At Dead of Night)

“This is stupid! All we’re doing is running from a bald guy,” I laughed as I controlled the movements in the game as we ran between rooms. Puffer had been asked to play At Dead of Night. Despite knowing he did not like horror games, he agreed as long as I was there for it. Neither of us had heard much of this game, and so far it was pretty boring. “Am I supposed to lock this door?”

“Maybe? Isn’t the guy chasing you?” Puffer answered as he leaned closer to the screen. He broke his glasses recently, so he was blind for this stream, and that’s the main reason he asked me to join. “Wait, why is that light flickering?”

“Like I know,” I scoffed as I immediately moved toward it. Nothing happened. “See chat, y'all just be hyping up this game, and it's plain.” I turned around in the game and jumped in my seat as some random person showed up. “Holy shit!”

“Dr. Bose was accused of the worst crime possible,” Puffer joked with mock seriousness. “We need to go to the ground floor now to see the police lights!” He took over the controls, again leaning close to the screen to see.

“Maybe you shouldn’t speed run out of the room,” I advised.

“Nah, we’ll be fine,” And almost like Jimmy was listening, he jumped out from around the corner to kill us. Puffer jumped back in his chair, causing it to fall back.

“What did I fucking say!?”

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Pezzy (Doors)

“It’s Roblox. How scary can it possibly be?” were going to be my famous last words. I was sure of it.

“I swear to god if one more of these things pulls me out of the closet again, I will throw my controller at the screen!” I shouted as I died once again. 

“Welcome to the club,” Pezzy laughed, “It only gets worse.”

“I’m going to cry,” I joked as I respawned. “This is literally torture! I did not agree to do this!”

“Yes, you did!” Leave it to Pezzy to pull up the receipts in the form of a text you sent him a while ago. He briefly showed it to the camera before clearing his throat, and imitating my voice, “I doubt it’s even that hard. I bet that I could speed run it faster than you.”

“I don’t remember saying that sober,” I admitted as I ran through the doors, ignoring Pezzy’s laugh. “I really don’t. In fact, I think a certain someone stole my phone and texted someone while we were drunk. I wouldn’t put it past you honestly.”

“I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing,” Pezzy gasped as he put a hand to his chest. “I seem to remember you bragging about not being scared of anything. You’re eating your words now, huh?”

“Never,” I said definitively. It didn’t last long as, almost immediately, the red skull thing chased me through the rooms. “I swear! PLEASE!”

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Droid (FNAF Help Wanted)

“It’s not even that bad,” I laughed as I glanced at chat while Droid stood behind me playing Five Nights at Freddy’s: Help Wanted. I had played it before since I was practically a FNAF channel, so Droid made it his subgoal to play it when they hit 5,000 subs. Granted, he did not think it would happen that quickly. “Just wait until you get to the third game.”

“You’re kidding me!” He shouted as he frantically looked around the room. “There’s no way it gets worse than this! You’re capping!”

“Nah, you’re just a baby,” I laughed as a highlighted chat caught my eye.

“You should shove him.” it read. Thankfully, he could not read chat while in the game, so I took this as my opportunity. With a smirk, I stood up and walked around to stand behind Droid. Just as the music picked up in the game, I grabbed his shoulders and he was jumpscared. From me and the game as Bonnie jumped out at him. 

He flung his arms back to try and drab me, but I ducked and ran back to my chair. He pulled the headset off and immediately glared at me. He let go of the joycons as he pointed and slowly approached me. 

“I will murder you,” He joked as he leaned down to be at eye level with me. “I will threaten domestic violence live on Twitch.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I joked back as I raised my eyebrows.

“WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Nah, don’t even!”

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Grizzy (GMod Horror Maps)

“I don’t like the squidward-looking thing or the witches,” I cried as I ran my character through the dark maze. “Why did you mod them in?”

“Because I knew you didn’t like them,” Grizzy laughed as his character followed mine around. “I can remove one of them if you want.”

“Please do,” I laughed as I purposely let myself get killed by Squidward, so I would respawn. Grizzy exited the game to fix the mod as I stayed on the call with him, entertaining his chat. Eventually, he got it changed but did not tell me what he put in. 

“Can I know what was spawned?” I asked as I reloaded the game. I had to update it since the mods changed, and I got stuck on the loading screen for a minute. I thought he would have told me at that point, but no. When I loaded into the game, I saw a hoard of witches immediately. I slowly looked over to Discord to see Grizzy’s face cam, and of course, he’s got that malicious smile. “I will murder you.”

“You always say you could outrun the witches,” Grizzy laughed as his character also loaded it. As soon as he spawned, he threw a bomb at the group. “I’m testing you.”

I screamed as I ran my character the opposite way through the maze, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“See!? It’s not so easy, huh?” Grizzly laughed as he watched my character run. ”What are you mumbling?”

“California girls were unforgettable,” I said a little louder than before as my voice got higher. “Daisy dukes bikinis on top.”

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[dirtybitfic]

BOOTS WITH THE FUR

Chris sturniolo x Y/n

Smuttt,party, drinking, smoking

Y/n pov-

I’m gonna be so honest I love partys, going out , meeting new people and ofc having a couple drinks maybe even getting crossed if I’m feeling it.

Tonight I’m going to some influencers New Year’s party with my best friend Athena.

The party has a theme. It’s decades/year so we’re supposed to dress like our favorite decade or just a specific year.

I was born in the early 2000’s and it just so happens to be my favorite style era. So I’m dressing in the best y2k outfit I can .

Athena is going with 90’s streetwear . We decided to keep our outfits a surprise from each other. It just adds some extra excitement.

She said that she knows for sure I’ll love it so I trust her on that.

I started doing my makeup trying to match the colors with my outfit the best I can. Luckily I bought a wig for my outfit so I don’t have to worry about doing much to my hair.

(Imagine her hair as a wig )

As I started to put the wig on over the cap and secure it with some pins and shit Athena came barging into my room scared the absolute Fuck out of me.

“JESUS ATHENA YOU SCARED ME” I screamed.

“IM SORRYYYYY ! I’m so fucking exited for you to see my fucking outfit. Also YOU MAKUP LOOKS SO GOOD. AND THE WIG HELLOOOO. “ Athena says looking me up and down.

“Thanksss bitch . Your hair looks so good and also your makeup . I cant wait to see how it ties into your outfit” I say.

“Same bitch . Ima go down stairs real quick and make us some pregame drinks and then we can get dressed” Athena says walking back to the door after setting her stuff down.

“ okay ima finish getting this wig to stay on then I’ll be ready to put on our fits” I say .

She smile and walks downstairs.

I just finished with pinning in my wig and spraying some more setting spray on my face to really lock in the makeup since it’s gonna be a long night and probably sweaty .

Me and Athena turned on some music to start hyping ourselves up a bit as we downed our drinks.

We were dancing around singing along and shakin some ass.

“Okay but fr we need to get dressed out Uber is about 10 minutes away” I say to Athena .

“ yeah your right. Okay let’s face our backs to each other and once we’re dressed we’ll turn around okay” she say’s excitedly .

“Alright “ I say turning around and start getting my pants and top on then waiting for her to say she was done and ready to turn around.

“Okay bitch on the count of three turn around “

“Okay . 1…2..3” I say as we both turn around .

“HOLY FUCK y/n ! YOU LOOK SO GOOD”

“ ME BITCH ! LOOK AT YOUUUU” I say looking her up and down moving my hand up and down gesturing to her.

(Athena’s outfit).

My outfit

Not gonna lie I think I nailed 2000’s fashion to the best of my abilities.

About 5 minutes after we were done getting dressed and had our shoes on the Uber was outside.

We chugged the rest of our second drinks and headed out of the door locking it then getting into the Uber.

“ so where you girls headed tonight “ the Uber driver asked.

He was honestly young which I didn’t expect but hey I ain’t complaining.

“Oh we’re just going to a party” I said honestly. Feeling the strong drinks we chugged setting in a bit.

“Oh nice. I’m guessing it’s a theme from your outfits “ he said .

“Oh yeah ! We’re supposed to dress as our favorite decade” I said smiling at him through the rear view mirror .

“ I’m guessing your … 2000’s “ he says to me, “and your 90’s he says to Athena.

“ wow you got that easily” I say laughing a little bit.

“Alright looks like we’re here lady’s” he says as the car comes to a stop.

“Thank you so much . Have a good night” I say as we got out.

“You too . Be safe” he says smiling and waving before pulling away.

Me and Athena walk hand and hand up the driveway and through the gates to the huge front door. We walked in immediately hit with the smell of weed and alcohol and loud music.

“Let’s go get some drinks” I yell into Athena’s ear.

“Lead the way” she says as I grab her hand and we weave through the crowd of people.

“Okay what you want” I say grabbing two cups to mix up our drinks in.

“Ummmm tequila and sprite” she says to me.

“God that’s nasty but okay” I say as I start pouring the tequila and sprite into her cup and swirling it around with my finger to mix it the best I can then I hand it to her.

I mix up some rum and coke in my cup .

They start playing

“BITCH THIS IS MY MF SONG “ I yell at Athena and grab her hand leading her to where everyone else is dancing around.

Me and Athena start dancing as I turn around facing my back to her front as she puts an arm around my shoulders as we sway and grind to the music.

“Girl look at that guy over by the right wall he is stariiiiing “ Athena whispers in my ear.

I look over to the wall slowly scanning it to find who’s she’s talking about. I meet eyes with the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Chris fucking sturniolo. Holy fuck why would HE be looking at me I thought.

I break I contact and turn to say something to Athena.

“That’s Chris sturniolo Athena omg” I say nervously .

I’ve had a crush on him for a while ever since I watched one of their videos when I was bored on YouTube one day then fell down a rabbit hole of their videos .

“Oh shit he’s one of the triplets you watch on YouTube “ Athena says and all I can do is nod.

As I turn to say something else I make eye contact with Chris again only now he’s at the dj booth saying something to the dj.

After a couple seconds a interesting song plays…

As the song starts playing I realize that must have been what Chris had asked the dj to play. I maintained eye contact with him as he slowly approached me all I could do was gulp nervously . It hit the line boots with the fur and Chris looked down smirking at my boots. AHHH SHIT IM WEARING BOOTS WITH FUR. Is all I thought to myself finally understanding the context of his song choice.

He finally stood right in-front of me . He leaned down to my ear causing my breathe to hitch.

“I guess all your missing is the apple bottom jeans huh?” He asks seductively. All I could do was giggle a little from him comment. “Okay funny guy” I say in his ear.

He retreats from my neck mere inches from my face now.

“Y/n right? “ he asks

“Y-yeah how do you kno—“ was all I got out before he answered me.

“Oh I’ve been watching your videos for a while you and your friend are funny as fuck” he says smiling widely at me.

“Th-thank you. You and your brothers are pretty funny too” I say smiling back at him.

“Oh you watch our videos “ he asks smirking at me.

“Yep but I do have to say … Nick is the funniest “ I say giving him a playful smirk.

“Cute” he says as he comes back to my ear.

“He may be the funniest but who’s the hottest” he asks deeply sending shivers down my back.

“Mmmmm idk maybeeee Matt” I say trying to hold in a laugh seeing if I could upset him a little bit.

“Oh you think your funny huh “ he asks as he hears a muffled giggle coming from me.

“Yeah I do think I’m a little funny” I say letting my laugh out .

“Wanna go outside ma” he asks me the Nick name sending shock waves through me.

“Y-yeah sure” I say kinda confused as to why he’d wanna go outside but hey I wasn’t complaining.

“Come on” he says grabbing my hand and leading me out the back door and to a secluded area outback where no one is around.

“Do you smoke “ Chris asks. “Yeah “ I answer honestly.

“Good cause I got a j right here just begging for us to smoke it” he says causing me to laugh a little.

“We’ll what are we waiting for then “ I say taking a sip of my drink.

He lights it up and takes a couple drags before handing it to me.

“So y/n , you talking to anybody “ he asks while watching me blow out smoke.

“Nope haven’t really found any guy out here worth my time” I say smiling at him.

“Yeah I get that. Honestly most of the girls I’ve met and been around are so insufferably annoying “ he says . I laugh cause honesty he’s right.

“Yeah I get that. that’s why I really only hang out with Athena and a couple other guys out here. Most of the girls are just cunts always judging every move I make and I just don’t have the energy for it” I say then taking a mother hit and handing it back to him.

“Oh yeah Larray said he started hanging out with you a couple weeks ago and that we’d really like you so “ he says looking at me and smiling.

“Aww I love larray he’s one of the most sweet and genuine people I’ve met since moving out here” I say as I look deeply into his piercing blue eyes .

“You look really hot high “ he says staring into my eyes deeply.

“Oh uhh t-thank you” I say as my cheeks flush a deep red. He’s so hot it’s making me nervous.

“ what do you say we get out of here maybe go back to yours or even mine ?” He asks after finishing off the last of the joint and dropping what little remains on the stone next to us.

“Yeah sure I’m honestly kinda over this party anyways” I answer honestly as we start walking back to the door .

“I just need to check on Athena real quick and let her know where I’m going and make sure she’ll be okay if I leave” I say looking up at him.

He grabs my hand and tells me to lead the way to her.

I spot her over in a group of people playing beer pong. I start to walk up to her .

“Hey Athena are you good if I head out with Chris. If not I can absolutely stay I will not leave you if you aren’t comfortable “ I say making it clear to her she can tell me no even though I’d be a little sad I would never leave my best friend alone for a guy.

“ No bitch go have fun I’ll be fine I actually was gonna tell you I’m staying the night at this guy chases house so I won’t be home at all tonight.” She says smiling at me and glancing back at Chris behind me.

“Okay bitch well I love you see you tomorrow “ I say as I give her a hug and Chris takes my hand again leading me to the front door and exit the house.

“Okay I ordered a Uber it should be a black jeep” he says looking up at the street looking for the Uber.

“Oh I see it over there “ I say pointing to a Jeep parked on the left side of the rode .

“Alright let’s go “ Chris says grabbing my hand.

I walk beside him as he throws his arm around my shoulder and once we get to the Uber he opens the door for me to hop in first then he gets in after me .

After about a 30 minute drive we reach the destination. His house.

I hop out thanking the Uber driver and then following Chris to the front door as he unlocks it then holds it open for me.

“Come on in ma” he motions me to enter and I follow direction easily entering.

“ do you mind if I take my shoes off my feet are fucking killing me” I ask him .

“Yeah ofc make your self at home . Get as comfortable as you need to be” he says as he looks me up and down.

I sit on the couch trying to get my boot off and failing since I’m a bit crossed and it’s making it harder than it should be. I wined out of annoyance of not being able to get the damn shoes off.

“ would you like some help ma” he asks smiling at me laughing a little from noticing my frustration.

“ yes please “ I say out of relief.

He knelt down infront of me as his hands moved to my boot to pull in off. I lifted my leg a little to help him pull it off easier. He gets the first one off then moved to the other leg to get my other boot off. As he was pulling it off he looked Down eyes widening a little . It took me a second to register what he was looking at . I had completely forgotten I went commando tonight since my skirt was so low waisted that all my thongs showed on the sides and I didn’t like that.

“ oh fuck … I’m so sorry I completely forgot I didn’t wear underwear. Got that’s so awkward. I’m really really sorry if I made you uncomfortable “ I say shyly as I snap my legs shut.

He looks up at me but his eyes have darkened and he has a smirk on his face that I just love.

“ no no you did not make me uncomfortable at all gorgeous . I was just thinking about how much I wanna bury my face in between your thighs.” Chris says looking into my eyes causing my breathe to hitch and rub my thighs together feeling my pussy pulsing from his words.

“ sorry I shouldn’t have said that “ he says chuckling a little .

“Oh no your good I just… well uh you know umm” I say stuttering my words not wanting to say his words turned me on but the blush creeping up my chest and face must have been a dead give away.

“ Awww look at you blushing . Did my words turn you on ma” he asks standing above me now .

“I.. “ was all I got out as he stared down at me with darkened eyes that made me feel like I was melting into the couch.

“Words ma… tell me what your feeling “ Chris says as he bends down and puts his arms on each side of the back of the couch locking me in.

“I feel… really ducking turned on right now “ I say as I part my legs slightly so he could see how wet I was.

“Oh ma look how wet you are I haven’t even touched you at all” he says as he starts kneeling infront of me moving his hands to rub my thighs.

The touch of his hands causing me to whimper.

“Want me to touch you ma. Make you feel good”he asks in a husky voice making me squirm a little bit.

All I could do was nod .

“Use your words ma I’m not gonna tell you again” he says sternly.

“Yes Chris please I need you so bad” I wimped out .

“Good girl now spread your legs wide for me “ he says and I do as I’m told I think he’s starting to catch on to how submissive I really am for him.

“Look at you being such a submissive little slut for me . Doing exactly what I tell you god you listen so well” he says before diving his head between my thighs and flicking his tongue on my throbbing clit causing me to moan out his name.

“F-Fuck Chris so fucking good” I moan as he starts sucking on my clit sending my head flying back and louder moans to escape my mouth.

“Feel good ma” he asks and the vibrations of his voice on my pussy causing me to shiver.

“Yes Fuck Chris keep going it feels so good” I moan out .

He goes right back to licking and sucking my clit making my legs start to shake. He inserts two fingers into me causing me to gasp and buck into his face from surprise.

He sucks on my clit as he curls his long slender fingers hitting the perfect spot but I know I need to warn him if he keeps finger fucking me I’ll squirt some guys have gotten angry with me over squirting on their face and I don’t want him to do the same .

“Fu-Fuck Chris if you keep doing that I’m gonna squirt “ I say half whimpering and sounding concerned trying to warn him .

“Fuck ma that’s so hot give it to me . Soak me like the little slut you are” he says as he thrust his fingers deeper and sucks my clit harder .

At this point my legs are shaking so hard that I can’t even try to stop them and I start to feel the build up in my stomach feeling my climax rushing in fast and hard.

“FUCK CHRIS IM GONNA …” was all I got out before I felt myself release all over him and I could feel my squirt dripping out of me .

I looked down to see Chris smirking with a pussy drunk expression on his soaked face .

“Fuckkk ma that was so hot … I always wandered if you’d be a squiter” he says honestly causing em to tilt my head and furrow my brows .

“You had sexual thoughts about me before” I ask a little shocked.

“Oh trust me ma I’ve had many thoughts … and dreams about you” he answered honestly with a smirk causing me to tilt my head back and whimper. That was so hot to me for some reason .

“Let’s go to my room we’ll have more space on the bed for what in about to do to you” he says as he pulls me up by my thighs holding me as I wrap my legs around his waist .

He starts walking down the stairs as we reach his room he enters and kicks the door closed behind him and walks to the bed throwing me down onto it before tearing his shirt and pants off then coming back to me.

“Let’s get this sexy little outfit of of you .yeah?” He says as he pulls my top off and moves to my skirt and yanks it off after undoing the button.

“Fuck your so beautiful y/n” he whispers causing my face to get hot as a blush washes over my face.

“Thank you “ I say as he looks over me .

“Turn around on all fours now I wanna see that ass” he says and I do as I’m told .

He slaps my ass hard causing me to moan .

“Yeah you like that don’t you “ he says as I cry out as he slaps it again a little harder .

“Answer me “ he says and he slaps my ass even harder .

“YES Fuck Chris I love it . “ I say as more of a moan .

“I’ll go slow at first ma so you can adjust. I’m not huge but it will hurt” he says as I feel him rubbing his tip on my entrance.

“Okay” I say as I feel him starting to enter me and Jesus Christ he’s thick I can feel how much he’s stretching me out and it ducking hurts.

“Ow Fuck chris” I say reaching back to push him away but he just grabs my arm and holds it behind my back.

“I know ma shhh you’ll be okay I got you “ he says making me feel a little calmer and less tense.

“I’m gonna slide all the way in okay ma” he says as he caressed my back with his other hand .

“Mmhm “ was all I could get out .

He thrusted into me bottoming out causing me to let out a scream.

“FUCK CHRIS “ I screamed as I felt a burning sensation flow through my pussy from the stretch of him.

“I know ma I’m sorry but it would have hurt more if I did it slowly “ he says sympathetically knowing I was probably in pain.

“Just tell me when to move okay gorgeous “ he says I tried to calm my breathing as I adjusted to his size.

“Okay yo-you can move “ I say as the burning sensation started to die down.

He starts thrusting slowly but deeply causing my breathe to hitch from the pleaser of his deep thrusts.

“Faster Chris please “ I wined to him.

He starts thrusting faster hitting my gspot perfectly.

“Fuck ma your so tight” he groaned as he felt me clenching around him already getting close to another orgasm which shocking me because I’ve never been with a man who can make me orgasm at all let alone this fast.

“FUCK CHRIS OMG IM SO CLOSE” I screamed out feeling my orgasm approaching.

“Suck a good girl for me ma give it to me . Cum all over my dick” he says and his words send me over the edge causing me to be a shaking whimpering mess under him.

“Fuckkk that’s it ma such a good girl “

“Ughhh Fuck Chris “ I loaned out as my orgasm died down but my legs shaking was becoming so much that my legs started to give out from holding my weight up.

“C-Chris my legs I -c-can’t hold my self up for much l-longer” I try to get out as he’s still thrusting deeply into me.

“That’s okay ma get on your back for me” he says as he pulls out letting me readjust my position.

He hovers over me and moves my legs onto his shoulders and repositions his dick back at my entrance before slamming back into me . Him having my legs on his shoulders has him hitting new spots even deeper in me I feel like he’s in my stomach right now.

“FU-FUCK CHRIS YOUR SO BIG AND DEEP OMG” I scream moan as he keeps thrusting hard into me.

“Yeah ma you feel how deep I am in you” he says as he moves one hand to my neck chocking me and his other to my lower stomach feeling himself deep inside me . The pressure of his hand causing more pleasure to run through me .

“Fuckkk ma I can feel you squeezing me you gonna squirt all over my dick like a good girl” he says as his hand around my neck squeezes a little harder .

“Yes FUCK YES CHRIS “ I scream out as I get the familiar feeling that I’m about to squirt and my legs start shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck .give it to me slut show me how much you love the way I fuck you” he says as he applies a little more pressure of my stomach causing me to squirt all over him and the sheets . It’s so much I feel it soaking the sheets under my ass and a little at my lower back.

“Holy fuck that’s so hot ma “ he moans out into my ear causing me to shudder under him as my legs are still shaking on his shoulders .

“F-Fuck Chris I can’t t-take anymore it-s to mu-much” I try and get out and it come out in just a pathetic tone that has Chris smirking as he stares into my eyes.

“Awww ma you can take it I know you can . Your gonna quirt for me one more time “ he says into my ear deeply causing me to moan .

I’m moaning and whimpering as my nails start dragging down his back so deep it causes him to thrust harder into me making me scream as I feel my third climax approaching.

“JESU CHRIST CHRIS IM GONNA SQUIRT AGAIN” I scream as my head flies back and my legs start shaking harder .

“Yeah give it to me slut your taking me so well” he says and I squirt so hard that my hips lift off the bed and he has to pull out from the force .

“Jesus ma that’s a lot “ he says as he watches me squirm under him.

“F-Fuck Chris I don’t know if I can take anymore” I whimper out feeling so overstimulated at this point .

“ I know you can ma I promise I’m close “ he says as he slides back into me causing me to shake and whimper .

He starts thrusting fast and hard into me causing my hands to fly back to his back scratching deeply again I know those scratches are gonna hurt tomorrow but he doesn’t seem to mind he actually seems to like it a lot judging by the way he groans and his thrust speed up.

“Fuck you gonna let me cum in you ma” he asks me as I feel him start to twitch in me and his thrust to start getting more sloppy.

“Yes Chris Fuck please fill me up “ I moan out as I feel my final orgasm approaching quickly .

“Fuck I know your close mama cum with me okay” he says as my nails continue to scratch up his back.

“YES FUCK CHRIS P-PLEASE” I scream out as he hits my gspot over and over I start to cum as I feel his cum filling me up.

“Fuckkk such a good girl ma letting me fill you up” he groans in my ear as I moan and shake under him. His thrusts slow and he slowly pulls out of me causing me to whimper.

My legs are shaking and I can feel our mixed juices leaking out of me .

“Fuck you look so hot with my cum dripping out of you” he says as he just watching it drip out .

“Take a picture it’ll last longer “ I say as I laugh a little bit.

“Can I “ he asks seriously and a little excitedly .

“Sure why not “ I say to tired to fight him on it.

He rushes to grab his phone and takes a picture and video saving them to his my eyes only .

“I just wanna remember the first time a girl let me cum In her “ he says with a cute smile making me laugh.

“Can I tell you something” I ask Chris.

“Ofc ma you can tell me anything” he says as he lays down next to me bringing me into a hug.

“Your the first guy who’s ever made me cum and the first guy I’ve ever leg cum in me” I say looking into his eyes smiling .

“Wow I feel very special right now” he says smiling at me.

“Yeah yeah whatever “ I say feeling a little shy now.

“ you wanna shower and stay the night” he asks me .

“Yeah ofc but your probably gonna have to help me walk to the bathroom my legs are like hello right now “ I say laughing a little.

“Alright ma come on” he says as he helps lift me up and carry me to the shower . He sets me down on the little seat in to shower and turns it on letting it get hot. He steps in and his dick is right in my face causing me to giggle a little as I grab it and give his head a little kiss.

“Fu-Fuck ma “ he says in shock of what I just did I just smiled up at him as I let go of his dick and he helped me get up so he can wash my body and then his as we both are clean he turns off the water helps me dry off and throw one of his sweatshirts on since it’s so damn cold in there house and then get into bed.

“Hey do you think I could take you out on a date sometime “ he asks as I cuddle into his chest.

“Ofc Chris I’d love that “ I say as I give his chest a little his.

“Yayy” he says all giddy making me smile .

“Hey can you turn over for a second “ I ask him . He looks at me confused .

“I wanna see the damage I did” I say sweetly .

“Okayyy” he says smiling as he flips over and I gasp . I knew I scratches a lot but fucking hell I feel kinda bad now.

“ god damn Chris I’m sorry I didn’t think I scratched that hard” I say as he flips over.

“ ma it’s okay I loved that shit” he says as he moved some of my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead .

“I’m gonna turn on the fan and then we can go to sleep” he says as he gets up and runs the fan in and turns off the lamp on his bedside table pulling me into him so I’m the little spoon.

“Good night my beautiful girl “ he says softly I. My ear.

“Good night Chris “ I say rubbing soft circles in the back of his hand as we drift off to sleep.

THE END.

[weltato]

I'm watching the most recent US Ghosts episode (2x14 Trevor's Body) and I need to write down all of the points that make me go either "oh!" or "oh?" or "holy shit" etc. Warning for excessive use of caps lock bc I got excited and tbh this is mostly just my thoughts as I'm watching. Fangirl mode: engaged.

First thing's first: Trevor's body has indeed been found! Of course he gets fished up XD

NIGEL IS BACK BITCHES!

And the ant club, the ant club is back! They have Pete as a new member, oh my gosh I didn't know I needed to see Pete & Thor friendship so much

TREVOR'S PARENTS!? EXCUSE ME!? THAT'S SO COOL AND INTERESTING BUT KINDA MORBID???

Alberta said Yiddish words and I'm so proud of her, look how happy she looks and Sass is so resigned we love him

(side note: I'm not Jewish so I've no idea what she said but I'm guessing it's something akin to "parents" or the like, someone pls teach me)

JENKINS!! JENKINS HOW DARE YOU!! SIR!! THEY'VE JUST DONE THE KISS OK LET THEM HAVE IT STOP TRYING TO STIR UP DRAMA TF IS WRONG WITH YOU I KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS GO SULK IN THE CORNER!!

He's about to get smacked I swear

He even tried to stop them getting together in the first place, man is so bitter, Nigel just talk to him and explain pls

Oh no his parents are divorced oh Trevor no I'm so sorry, look at him he looks so broken HETTY THIS MAN NEEDS A HUG ASAP

"Peter, as our resident cuckold-" 😂 Thanks Hetty

AND THE MAN IN QUESTION WALKS IN, TURN AROUND ISAAC, TURN AROUND AND WALK OUT

FLOWERRRRR Flower bestie, the one time we wanted you lucid

NOW WE HAVE TWO VERY UPSET PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE

oh no sad Trev again, aw he looks so upset bless him

oh my gosh, Jay is just sat there reading 🤣 iconic does he do this every time they're all plotting together?

aw noooo, Trev it wasn't you, it wasn't your death that did it (probably hopefully maybe) they might have had problems before who knows?? just have Sam ask them

my goodness Jay is so invested, look at him being a good husband and friend, he just accepted the parent trap idea

and of course Thor takes "trap" literally XD

Lenny and Esther, amazing names (I actually really like the name Esther this makes me so happy)

Oh no... This is the look of a man who knows he done goofed

Nigel....what did you do?? Answer me honestly, what happened??

ohno

ohnononono

Isaac has enough self-confidence issues as it is DO NOT COMPOUND THINGS!!

a respite doesn't cut it buddy, Isaac is hurt now, you have hurt him, how dare you, you're gonna have Hetty and Thor coming for you mate

damn it Jenkins!!

oh my gosh it's Nancy! the cholera ghosts are getting a shoe in the door, good for them!

"Isaac is now second most famous cuckold in the house" you didn't have to kill him again Thor

oh Alberta, no. as much as I know you're wanting to help Isaac that is not going to help

please don't suggest he goes for Jenkins this will stir up more problems

omgosh Thor you beauty

but a Puritan? really? at another household? oof, that's gonna be heavy

THANK. YOU. SASSAPIS! clever boy

and Isaac asks about the Puritan anyway 🤣 of course he does

and now we're back to Trevor- IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT I PROMISE T^T

"we're going to hell" don't tell Hetty, she can make you go down on 'em

and of course Albert and Flower watched XD that tracks with them so well

Sass being the good guy until Hetty appeared....yeah, sure pal, sure

and Hetty found it "educational" uh huh, yeah, sure thing Hetty, you keep telling yourself that

Trev looks rightfully disgusted

shouting through windows, lovely ngl I find this so awkward

yes Isaac I'm just as uncomfortable as you are buddy

Trevor 1968-2000 he's 40! he doesn't look it honestly

aww, that's actually a sweet little memorial

yay! Isaac is forgiving Nigel! yay!!

Jenkins is in fact a son of a bitch, well said Isaac It's all your fault, Jafar Jenkins

ohmygosh moving in? moving in? yes?

yes you are baby stepping Nigel but Isaac needs this let him have it

MOVING IN!

told you Trev, told you, not your fault - DAMN IT LENNY WHILE THEY WERE IN SCHOOL?? DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME SIR?

someone give Trevor a hug or so help me I will scream

thank you Alberta TvT lowkey wanted Hetty but you work too, that's so sweet

yeah, you guys ARE #couplegoals you totally are, you're so sweet, the only people that I can say are also goals are Alison and Mike

(who wants another crossover episode?)

oh so is Thor 35 then? good to know

yep, the ghosts are children confirmed

and of course we end with Trevor trying to kill Tara Reid

Ok so that was a trip and a half, I'm excited for next episode now.

[notmuchtoconceal]

Jacek was looking at Wally.

Jacek didn't know what to say.

- I don't know what to say.

- Give it a minute, lad. It'll come to ya.

Wally's palm lay flat on the back of Jacek's traps. The tips of his fingers dabbed up his neck in patters which may have been splotches, recalling at once the sensation of lysurgic acid dissolving through its tab, in tandem with the measured weaving of the spider's legs. 

- Honestly, man? I wanna get really high. 

- Nothin you been on in awhile.

- Wanna have a shamanic experience, Wally.  Guess I just … don't know, man. It's like my soul needs to trust again. I just… don't really know, bro. Solutions will not present themselves when I have neither the symptom nor the diagnostic, but simply feel the perterbence resisting. The lack which is unrelenting somewhere deep within, yet diffuse throughout my being. 

- Do you know who you are? You know who you are inside, Brother Jacek?

- I'm Brother Jacek.

- What's that mean to you? What's it mean to be Brother Jacek from Brother Jacek's perspective?

- Bro…

- Come on, lad. You experience yourself a way. Don't be shy.

- Laika is my bro. Broey is my bro. You're my bro.

- You therefore, are bro to Laika, Broey and I.

- Right. Um… Correct.

- Okay. You're starting from an external perspective and we're working our way back from there. Why you think that is?

- Why you think what is?

- Why you think when I ask you to talk about yourself, you tell me bout Laika, Broey and me?

- I watch Laika. 

- You watch Broey and me?

- Watchin you right now. Yeah, Broey too.

- Jacek. What are you thinking?

- That's a question girls ask me. You seem like a girl right now.

- You think my hair is pretty?

- Like how it smacks me when we fuck. Like how your cap flies off. Looks like you do on stage, bro. Fuckin feel the lights on me when we go at it, shit's fuckin smooth and silky.

- When you think of me, in isolation, independent of you, what is it you think about?

- Think about that look on your face. How you always look … not like tired and angry. Sorta... you know. Fed up. Like you got shit to do, and you're gonna do it, but holy fuck are these fuckers gonna make it fuckin rough on you. That's like the main look you have. I'm always kinda weirded out when you're lookin at me, bro, cause you're usually smilin, and I'm like … I don't think I get it? What's Wally doin, I don't know? I, uh… watch you transcribe sometimes, um … when you're not fuckin up the minutes, I'm like holy fuck, no. Bro, stop. Bro, fuck! Yeah, um … 

- Yeah? … Um?

- Feel like a dumbass, bro.

- Gets your rocks off when you look like one. 

- Do I look like one?

- Gettin my rocks off.

- Fuck, bro.

- C'mere.

Wally's palm ground into the knot at the cap of Jacek's spine.

a w r g h

 - Tell me bout you. How you feel, bout yourself, in isolation from your brothers?

- Jacek's not like Brother Jacek.

- In what ways does Jacek differ?

- Jacek don't want friends.

- He not the friendly type?

- The openness of language I feel is its primary duplicity. The poetical quality of the orator or the prose stylist, though invigorating for the contemplation they bring to negative psychic space through careful curation of phrase and aural tone, ultimately splinter individual perception into too fragmentary personal extremes which make direct communication impossible. I feel in my gut and in my heart, and in what prickles my ears and leads my dick, that hard, simple language which locks together like the segments of the spine or the joints of the fingers, communicating known concretes elegantly and sternly, is the highest means of this exquisite art. 

- The quality of friendliness, I suppose, is the capacity to invite as well as to give?

- He hunts. He takes. I feel we need an understanding.

- With the ones you raid and pillage?

- Some understand. Most don't. 

- You are here with us?

- I don't know how to be apart from my brothers. I know there's more to life than this, but I can't imagine what it must be like, or how I would even go. There's only so many things I can do, only so many people who can tolerate what I am. Feel like I was bred for a limited function, and it's my place simply to repeat that function til I break down and get thrown away. Bred for this, and yet with the capacity for so much more, broken into place, a captive to circumstance, having at least the wisdom to know I am chattel, having the luxury of being beaten, while so much more quiet desperation in gilded cages flutters about aimlessly squawking and shitting, thinking it gives bounty to the earth and music to the ears, all circumstance in this world being falsity.

- What keeps you from despair, Brother Jacek?

- That I know love is the only way, and I have sworn myself to the light.

- So what now then?

- Protect ingrates and serve the unreasonable. This is more just than taking control of them and establishing an alternate order based on truth, strength and virtue. It is seeing what has yet to be seen, and making it anew by making it real.

- Why you think that is?

- No idea. I think ingrates should be slaughtered. I don't like it when people spit on me. I don't like the people I love thinking I'm a monster. I'm tired of being feared and reviled. Tired of … always keeping distance. Always treading the same ground. Going at the same pace.

- Why do you do what you do?

- I don't know.

- What do you want, Jacek.

- I want them to suffer. I want them to be slaughtered. I want them to know all I ever wanted was to love them and belong and protect them, and they spat on me and hit me and treated me like garbage. I want them to know they're the real garbage. I want them to sit there and bare it for years, every agonizing gallon of verbal diarrhea, bootings to their faces, bashings of their skulls against walls. Every futility, every confession, every game designed to lose. I want them totally broken til they're at my feet, begging for forgiveness so I can totally and abjectly reject them. I want them to know how weak they are, having once had my love and my service, they craved the tyrant which would ruin them, and this is what I am now, having my way at last. Finally loving them the way they needed to be loved, I want them to know how stupid they are. Everything could have been so much better, but this is what they wanted, all but begged for.

- You can't love people if that's what you really think of em.

- That's not what I thought when I first tried to love em.

- I know. It's not fair. 

- It hurts, Wally. It hurts so much, but it can't. It can't hurt. There's no wound.

- You're all wound.

- I can't move. If I'm not already moving, I can't move.

- Hush, boy. You're here with me now.

- Wally.

- Jacek.

- What do I do when I wanna cry, bro?

- Whatever, it would seem, would lend itself appropriately to the situation, brother.

- You wanna lick em up, bro?

- As pearls out a clam? Each savory drop?

- Look me in the eye, bro. Get close. Lemme smell your breath. Lemme feel your tongue wet against my face, leaving a streak in opposition to what meager libation I pour out.

- Sweet of you. A tribute, for me? 

- You make me so happy sometimes, I wanna give you everything, but I don't feel I have anything worth giving or anything in particular which would be of interest.

- You interest me plenty.

- Having only myself to give, I'll run out not after long.

- Ration well. Savor the flavor, gram always said.

- Just a bump to keep you goin?

- Fill up a cane with sugar.  Two cracks to a step, Yacky. 

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 6 Incoherent Thoughts

Wow, I can't believe the season is over. Spoilers, obviously. Lots of caps lock.

Did I say my stomach hurt last week? I didn't know what that meant. I just got out of a meeting, and my stomach has been hurting for the last hour and a half.

Marvel look at me. If anyone dies I'll kill you. The bar is so fucking low, this is the only thing I'm demanding.

Hey, you know what will be fun? And by fun I mean hopefully poor planning on my part when this doesn't happen? Let's use this note to keep a running tally of how many times I cry in this episode: ||||||| [That's 7.]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH I haven't even clicked on anything and the Disney+ banner for the show just says "He's good" which could be taken multiple ways and all of them are HURTING ME ALREADY

ARE YOU KIDDING ME MARVEL??!! BOOKENDING THIS SHOW WITH FIRST AND (I'M ASSUMING) LAST EPISODES TITLED THE SAME THING??? There's the first tears holy fuck not fair [This is when I first realized we probably were not getting surprised with a third season, but I didn't want to jinx it.]

I'm not ready for this I'm not ready for this

Oh my god no theme just logo mother fuck oh no wait REVERSE THEME???

Loki but it happens instantaneously

Ohh okay.

Loki bud you gotta go further

WHY DID HE LOOK AT MOBIUS WHEN HE SAID THAT WHY DID HE LOOK AT MOBIUS I'M A FOOL

OH MY GOD WE'RE DOING THIS REALLY FAST OH MY GOD ARE WE GONNA HAVE TIME FOR ALL THE SHIT I SAID WE WEREN'T GONNA HAVE TIME FOR OH NO THERE'S SHIT I DIDN'T WANT TO HAPPEN THAT I THOUGHT WE WOULDN'T HAVE TIME FOR

"Mobius, you're in luck. It looks like Mobius but it's actually Victor Timely." LOKI!!! Speeding up the argument. Hey, is now a good time to bring up the fact that I've had this headcanon that Loki has an eidetic memory, but I've had this headcanon for so long I forgot it was a headcanon, but when he quoted Mobius's words about the jetski back to him last episode, it turned out I was right? He literally just fast forwarded through the argument because HE REMEMBERS IT. (Yes I know I'm stalling I'm sorry I don't want this series to end and also I'm scared)

"Wizard!" Lol

Does he understand ANYTHING that he just said? OR did he just remember THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION WORD FOR FUCKING WORD??? Eidetic memory. I'm pissed I didn't realize this wasn't canon before because now saying I was right means jack shit and I'm stalling again.

FUCKING FUCK CENTURIES??!! Well NOW he gets it (I bet the memory helped though, and the fact that his friends' lives depend on it.)

LOKI PLEASE TELL THEM WHAT'S GOING ON AND WHY YOU HAD TO DO THIS AS SOON AS YOU FUCKING CAN

WAIT

HE'S DONE THIS ENTIRE THING BEFORE

HOW MANY TIMES DOES MOBIUS GRAB HIS JACKET

Wait he's gonna grab him because it's the only way to get him to stop for a second

LOKI PLEASE TELL THEM WHAT'S GOING ON SOON OB LOOKS SCARED

I'm stalling again, I know

I am also scared

Damn that was a very sexy jacket grab but he's weirded out so no kiss grr

LOKI LET HIM GRAB YOU IT'S CUTE

I think even if he succeeds Timely's gonna die

THAT WAS TOO FAST

YEP

GODDAMMIT NO DON'T I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS

I DON'T WANT TO WATCH THIS SHIT AGAIN

DON'T GIVE ME THIS SYLKI BULLSHIT AGAIN

DON'T DO IT

ALSO DON'T KILL HER PLEASE

IS THE ONLY WAY TO STOP HER TO KILL HER DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE MARVEL I WILL END YOU

Oh my god that's why he cries in the trailer

He kills her and goes back to the beginning to stop her before so he doesn't have to kill her

No no no please Apollo get your fucking dodgeball away from me [I maaay have let my accuracy with last episode go to my head a bit...]

Oh. Oh shit

EEW DON'T CALL HIM THAT ABOUT THIS GROSS

FUCK YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT

OH SHIT LOKI CLEVER BOI

EEW FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL BULLY LOOKING FUCK

Loki wait why are you alone. You told Sylvie you didn't want to be alone anymore. I thought you'd figured out you can't do this by yourself.

SEND HER BACK

KICK HER THROUGH A TIME DOOR

COME ON LOKI THINK YOU WANTED TIME TO THINK AND YOU GOT IT SO USE IT

GOD I DON'T WANT TO UNDO EVERYTHING

OH MY GOD NO WAIT THIS IS THAT PART IN GROUNDHOG DAY WHERE HE TELLS THE LOVE!!! INTEREST!!! THAT HE'S IN A TIME LOOP

Fucking hell I hate it here I hate time loops I hate repetition

OH MY GOD YOU WENT BACK TO THIS MOMENT TO GET ADVICE??!! LOKI OH MY GOD

LOKI YOU GOT THERE FASTER THAN I DID

OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO BE WRITING ABOUT THIS HEARTBREAKING MOMENT IN MOBIUS'S PAST FOREVER

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY GIVE US THE MOST GUT-WRENCHING CHARACTER BEAT ABOUT MOBIUS IN THE LAST FUCKING EPISODE EXCUSE ME

RAVONNA KILLED AN EIGHT YEAR OLD AND THEY PROMOTED HER

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND WAS THE EIGHT YEAR OLD KID LOKI

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND DID MOBIUS STEP IN TO SAVE ANOTHER LOKI FROM BEING PRUNED

No she's NOT, MOBIUS, YOU'RE THE REASON

GODDAMN THEY'RE BOTH CRYING I KNOW WE SAW THIS IN THE TRAILER BUT OUCH

NO NO NO STOP NO STOP

IF HE DOESN'T FUCKING COME BACK BEFORE THE END I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO

AND I MEAN MO NOT DON

How many tallies does this scene get because I paused it and I'm sobbing

Like I had to do this in the season one finale, too, but that was because I was angry crying. I've been fucking gut-punched. BY A CLIP THAT WAS IN THE TRAILER TOO I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M SO FUCKING UPSET

Okay. Let's keep going.

JESUS CHRIST WE'RE ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH?! HOW MUCH MORE PAIN CAN I TAKE?!

OKAY the transition from Mobius disappearing and heartbroken Loki to Mobius disappearing and heartbroken Loki IF THEY DON'T MAKE THIS CANON THEY'RE THE FOOLS [I'm so fucking tired of this time loop I seem to be in. Give me some mainstream canon gays in 2023 for the love of god (of stories).]

FUCKING HELL IF YOU KISS HER I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF

NO DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE

DON'T

DON'T

FUCKING HELL DON'T

IF YOU KILL HIM MARVEL I SWEAR YOU'LL REGRET IT I FUCKING SWEAR

NO NO NO

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE

LOKI DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE

LOKI IF YOU DESTIEL ME I'LL PUNCH A HOLE IN MY TV

IF YOU SYLKI ME AGAIN I'LL PUNCH A HOLE IN MY TV

IF YOU DIE I'LL LOSE MY ENTIRE MIND

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU AND THE FACT THAT I'M ABOUT TO BE WRITING ABOUT THIS SCENE FOR A WEEK

SYLVIE DON'T MAKE THIS SYLKI DON'T

OH MY GOD THE COSTUME CHANGE IT'S NOT THE COAT BUT GUESS WHO SCREAMED

THE HORNS ARE A LITTLE HALLOWEEN COSTUME BUT I'LL TAKE THEM

IF YOU COME BACK FROM THIS AND SYLVIE KISSES YOU I'LL KICK BOTH OF YOUR ASSES THOUGH. I HAD FINALLY STOPPED BEING NERVOUS ABOUT THAT EVERY TIME YOU INTERACTED [I'm aware this fact is not apparent based on all of these posts.]

I refuse to believe the god of stories gets written out of the story that's unacceptable

Set them back into motion and then COME BACK

YGGDRASIL FUCKING HELL YEAH

OH MY GOD HE BECAME THE FUCKING TREE AGAIN

After. Fucking fuck you

THE TREE

VERITY

IF NO ONE CALLS HER VERITY I'M GONNA CUT SOMEONE

BUT I WANTED LOKI TO CALL HER THAT

OB THAT'S NOT HELPFUL

MOBIUS

ANTMAN REFERENCE FUCK YEAH

OH MY GOD HE'S SO SAD FUCK THIS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I HATE SAD MOBIUS

WHAT FILE

HIS FILE OH MY GOD

PLEASE BE ANYTHING BUT DON I'LL SHRIEK

OH MY GOD HE IS BROKEN THIS IS DESTROYING ME

HE'S ALSO LEAVING I KNOW IT

YEP

MOBIUS

NO IF VERITY CRIES I'M GONNA CRY AGAIN [Oh shit. I have now cried 8 times actually (if we count post-episode tears). I may be too attached to Verity.]

ALIOTH GET HER!!! GET THE BITCH

NO HE IS CRYING IN THIS SCENE NO NO NO

SYLVIE OH MY GOD

[crystalelemental]

"books-are-my-life-stuff: That's fair, according to skippingmud he hasn't seen percentages higher than 5% yet, and I don't know if 5% increase is worth trading off the flat stat increase, especially in the case of units with low stats who heavily needs the gear (like Anni Steven). But, who knows? I think I'll just wait it out until someone can make a full list of the passives acquired from the feathers."

That tracks. Having messed with it a little bit since this ask, I found a few things out.

Nothing has gone beyond 5% in terms of skill bonuses.

The bonus to HP/Atk/Sp Atk can go up to like 90, so at least in theory, it is possible to roll higher primary numbers than the 3* gear, but at the cost of added defenses in several situations. Though I did see Sp Def +10 on the scarf one.

The only theme skills I've seen are region or type. I've yet to see anything else.

Feathers reset the entire list. I thought it was rerolling for one skill, but it rerolls everything at once. This is at least better odds for a specific skill you want, but...

This makes pins exceptionally valuable to hold those numbers where you want them.

Right now, pins only seem to be exchangeable in the shop for a whopping 20 goddamn 5* powerups, which is completely inaccessible to F2P, and a terrible deal for whales. Those same powerups give significantly better stat returns just getting a pair to 20/20. You're dealing with +100 HP and +40 in every core stat, compared to holding one (1) trait steady. It's not worth it.

Out of curiosity for the exact question of stats or skills being more significant, I did some testing as seen here:

I opted to use Halloween Roxanne, because she has the Role cake I wanted in Strike. The current gear suggests a possibility of up to +30 more attack over 3* gear, and maybe a 5% bonus to damage. But truthfully? If you're looking for both move and sync damage, I never saw anything above 3%, and when they're red they seem to be the cap, so mixed boosts may be 3%. I decided to look at how much of an increase that actually is. To facilitate this, I'm using Roxanne at base, Roxanne without role but with lucky skill Crit Strike 1 (10% compared to 9%), Roxanne with just Role no lucky skill (+40 Atk to +30 Atk), and Roxanne with both. Damage is calculated on-type, without Ground Zone.

At Base (no lucky skill) Buddy Bulldoze: 11,504-12,782 Sync: 96,657-107,397

Lucky Skill CS1 Buddy Bulldoze: 12,211-13,568 Sync: 100,523-111,693

Strike Role Buddy Bulldoze: 12,382-13,758 Sync: 104,037-115,597

Both Buddy Bulldoze: 13,144-14,604 Sync: 108,198-120,221

Stats have greater weight. The bigger jump is the sync. Because of how damage is calculated, the bigger the base power, the more impactful stats are, and you really feel the difference here. But taken in aggregate, if you acquire a full powered gear with the highest stats and the highest possible blended skills for exactly the right conditions, you are looking at, in grand total...about 12% more damage. And these are higher numbers, so realistically, all of this is about 10%.

So to summarize, for the low, low price of 120 5* powerups for the pins to lock skills in place, and upwards of thousands of stamina to farm out feathers literally one at a time because that's all the training area gives you, you too can get the equivalent of HP Advantage 1 for a selected group of sync pairs.

This is the least worthwhile thing they've ever done. Like, I thought the EX Roles were a waste, but holy shit.

[blowflyfag]

Florida Night

Midnight Rockers X Male Reader

THIS FIC IS 18+  HUGEEEE TW FOR DRUG USE. That’s like. the main thing in this fic. There is a mention of cocaine and use of poppers. 

Masterlist    AO3 

Summer 1989

 This really wasn’t your scene… 

 You never really were one for wild parties like this. Sure, you’d passed a bong around and maybe tried shrooms once but this… this was a whole new level. You stood in the corner as you watched a white substance get snorted away on the table. Your red cup crinkled a bit under your grip. There was a feeling in your gut… a feeling that maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it would be better to just go home. However, a hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt back to the presence. 

“Hey? You good man?” A blond asked you with concern etched on his face. Shawn was his name right...? Shawn or maybe... No no it was Shawn. 

“Yeah! I just… Uh yknow never been.” You cleared your throat. “Around this kinda stuff before.” You looked over to Shawn with a Sheepish smile on your face and he gasped. 

“Oh shit! Here! Cmon!” he said as he took your arm to lead you away. “So sorry about that man. I didn’t think they’d…” he shrugged his shoulders. “Usually they’d do it somewhere else.” “Oh I’m not upset! I’ve just." You paused. "Never seen that before.” You admitted and Shawn let out a small chuckle. 

“You keep hanging around us and you’re gonna see that waaaay more.” he snickered before looking around. “There he is. Marty!” Shawn shouted over the music; you saw the leather jacket before you could make out Jannetty. 

 He turned to look at the two of you and his eyes lit up. Almost like he knew already. He quickly looked to the steps and Shawn looked back down to you. “Do you wanna go upstairs?” He offered and you nodded. 

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Shawn nodded and looked back to Marty, giving him a quick thumbs up. It didn’t take long for the three of you to meet at the top and look for a room to disappear into. Whoever’s bedroom this was was just gonna have to suck it up for the time being. Besides it didn't seem like anyone would be needing it for sleep soon. You let out a small sigh once the door closed and locked. Moving towards the bed to sit down. “Sorry...” you said quickly, and Marty quirked a brow.

“The hell you sorry for?” He asked as he went to sit down next to you. 

“Freaking out...? I don’t know I just. I’m sorry I suck to hang out with.” You furrowed your brows however you were brought out of the self-deprecating haze by a hand on your shoulder jostling you around.

“Hey! Don’t you start talkin like that ya hear me? Here… I might have a little something that’ll help you relax” Marty shot you a smile and you furrowed your brows. 

“I don’t wanna smoke right now…”

“You don’t smoke it!” Marty said with a wide smile. “You just take a niceeee deep breath through your nose and then you’re a little buzzed.”

You thought it over. Furrowing your brows before nodding. “Ok. I’ll bite.” You said with a nod and Shawn seemed to beam a bit. 

“Oh you’re gonna love these!” His eyes bright as he shook his fists with excitement. You couldn’t help but giggle. Shawn could be such a dork sometimes, but it endeared you.

 Marty pulled out a small container from his pocket and smiled. You could hear liquid sloshing inside. “It’s easy. I’ll show you how.” Marty said as he went to unscrew the cap. 

 Your mind was spinning, holy fucking shit poppers were sick. You felt the rush to your head as you handed the small container back to Marty as you laughed and fell back onto the bed. “Holy… moly Marty…” you slurred.

Shawn let out a small snicker. “They’re awesome right?” He asked as he looked down to you. You nodded quickly reaching up to pull Shawn down on top of you with a laugh. Shawn himself gasped at suddenly being pulled down but he let out a small giggle of his own as he looked down. “Affectionate are we?” He teased and you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheeks. 

“Shawn you’re so fucking pretty.” you smiled before sitting back up and looking at Marty, he had a grin on his face as he held the container towards you again. You looked to it, then to Shawn, who took the container first to take a hit from it before handing it to you. 

 You were your third round in before you felt a heat in your gut. Maybe it was your lack of inhibitions in the moment that had you speaking up. “Fucking Christ do they make you guys horny too?” You asked before looking over to Marty who was inhaling from the container. He did a double take almost before laughing.

“Sometimes.” Marty admitted with a shrug before Shawn was laying against your shoulder. 

“They make me horny most of the time Marty’s just trying to act cool.” You snickered pressing your forehead against Shawn’s. The two of you shared in giggles for a moment before you found yourself leaning closer. God Shawn was pretty. You didn’t even realize you had been kissing him before you pulled away and let out a nervous laugh. 

“Sorry.” You said quickly and Shawn shook his head. 

“What’re you apologizing for?” You stared at Shawn for a moment before giggling again. Leaning close to press your forehead against his. 

“Shawn…” you began as your hand went to travel up his arm to his shoulder. Giving it a small squeeze before leaning close to him. “You wanna fuck me?” You whispered, looking to the side to catch the red hue that rose to his cheeks. 

 “Am I chopped liver or something?” A voice spoke from behind you that brought you out of your haze. Turning around and letting out a small giggle as you reached for Marty. Giggling as you felt him grab your hand. You gave it a small squeeze and you hummed softly. Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles before feeling the bed dip a bit as Marty leaned closer to press a soft kiss against your jaw. You let out a giggle before you felt another kiss from Shawn pressed on your cheek. It was nice to be pressed against the two, hands going to pull your top off, gentle touches that felt more enhanced. Soon enough you found yourself laying on the bed. Shawn’s back was pressed against the wooden bed frame and Marty was behind you. You looked back, watching as Marty fumbled with the wrapper of a condom before you felt a gentle touch on your cheek, your eyes moved back to Shawn, and he met you with a smile. 

You let out a small giggle before leaning forward to take the tip in your mouth. Starting slow, you didn’t want to rush into this… you wanted to savor this moment. Your eyes widened as you felt fingers enter you. It felt… different. Your eyes fluttered hearing Marty let out a small. “Christ.” From behind you.

 The Florida heat did nothing to help with the heat coiling inside of you. Blinking up at Shawn you blinked slowly as you gently grazed your teeth over his shaft. As he shuddered and gripped your hair you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride before moaning against his cock at the feeling of Marty prodding at your entrance a few times before finally sliding in. It felt... different. Sure, you had done anal before but it just… felt better. Your hands quickly went to grip at Shawn’s thighs as you continued to Bob your head, you could care less about the spit, the mess. All that mattered was feeling good. Shawn was groaning as you kept sucking him off. Gently toying with your hair as he looked down to you. “You doing good man?” He asked with a fond smile as he pushed hair out of your face. You met his gaze, your eyes half lidded. Your face red and eyes wet. You pulled your hand away from his thigh slowly making sure to take your time before you raised your hand with a thumbs up.

 Shawn nodded with a warm smile. “Alright! Good to know!” He said with a small laugh before patting your head gently. 

 You were brought out of your Shawn haze as you felt Marty’s hand wrapped around your hips. Pulling you closer as he kept thrusting into you. “You good here too?” He asked with a huff and you pulled yourself off of Shawn, your hand quickly going to wrap around his length instead and frantically jerk him off. 

“Yes I’m fine! Don’t fucking stop!” You huffed and Marty’s eyes widened. However, his grin grew and he nodded. 

“Alrighty cowboy!” He said with a chuckle as he gave your ass a pat, pulling back and continuing his steady thrusts. You let out a low groan before returning to take Shawn in your mouth. Running your tongue over the head for a moment as your hand kept pumping before removing it to take the length down your throat. Shawn’s hips bucked foreword slightly as he let out a shaky groan.

Marty gave your hip a squeeze. “See he’s doing great. I’m surprised you’re holding up so well.” 

“Stop teasing him Cmon.” Shawn spoke up and Marty rolled his eyes. 

“Lighten up Shawnie… c'mon.” Marty leaned a bit over your back to pull Shawn’s head close to press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

 Your back arched with the change of position, letting out a strangled moan that had Marty pulling back quickly. “Sorry sorry! My bad.” He said with a small chuckle. Hand rubbing a small circle on your hip. “You’re still ok?” Marty asked and you raised your one hand to give a shaky thumbs up. Shawn’s breath was becoming shallow above you. His hands twitching before they buried themselves in your hair, pulling you closer till your nose pressed against his pelvis and you gaged against his length. He pulled you off, his hips jutting forward as he came on your face. Once he let go of your hair your head fell to the sheets as you let out a shaky whine. Marty leaned close, pressing his chest against your back as he reached over to Jack you off. Your eyes rolled back, crying out as you finally reached your limit and came against the sheets. Your body shaking as you collapsed onto the bed. It didn’t take long before Marty’s arms wrapped around your chest, he let out his own groan as he came. It took a moment before he finally pulled out and you moved to lay on your back as you panted.

 You were practically sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, Shawn was sat near your shoulder gently petting your hair. “You killed it man.” He said with a small chuckle. Marty was laid with his head on your stomach. 

“Damn right you did. I didn’t think you’d be a party animal like that.” He joked with a laugh, his hand patting your chest. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker as well, finally easing yourself up to sit with a bit of help from Shawn pushing your back and Marty moving to sit up, taking your hands to help hoist you up.

“Got a splitting headache though.” You admitted, leaning against Shawn’s shoulder as your hands stayed locked with Marty’s. You enjoyed the peace for a moment before huffing. “We should probably get out of here though…” 

Marty nodded in agreement. “Yeah… party's pretty dead here now.” He said as he listened for any music but found none. You let go of his hands so he could slip his pants on. You looked to Shawn who shot a warm smile your way before he scooted to the side as well to gather your own clothes. Like a well-oiled machine you were helped getting dressed, hair fixed and finally you were hoisted on Marty’s back. Who seemed more than happy to carry you around. 

“Think an after party is going on somewhere?” He joked as he descended the carpeted steps with Shawn close behind. 

“You’re seriously thinking about an after party? You’re nuts Jannetty…” you said as you bumped your head against his. “I just wanna go back to the motel…” 

“I hear ya I hear ya.. we’ll get back there don’t you worry.” Marty cooed as the three of you made it outside to the chirping of cicadas and croaks of late-night frogs. Humid night air and that familiar after party buzz. You found yourself resting your head on Jannetty’s shoulder. Being lulled to sleep by the faint remaining scent of cologne and sex.

[geronimomo-spd]

THE STONES OF VENICE LETS GOOO!

my fave this season for sure

the Stones of Venice was really cool! i was incredibly stressed throught because the story gripped me so tightly, and that is a great win in my book

these adventures seem to base the formula about having great stories and gripping plots, and some character moments throught, i can't wait for a more character focued episode and i hope that comes soon, but i do really adored the story this time, i think its my fave so far!!

as usual more spoilers under the cut

i really liked Charley standing up to the duke, i like the art creator and i really enjoyed the doctor this episode!! i have a bunch of fave quotes this time because he was just so interesting in this one

they have seem to again, separate Charley and the Doctor this episode, but this time it was with actual character motive as Charley wandered off on her own and i really liked that! if you are going to separate the companion and doctor have it because one of them following their interest! i liked the interest Charley took in the gondolier and i liked how she wanted to help!

the sequence of them hypnotizing her really surprised me lol like holy shit

the character as usual were very strong, to the point where i really liked most of them!

the thing i really didn't connect with that much was the ending and how the gondolier's resolution feels like it was put aside for focusing on the Duke and his wife, but the doctor driving a gondola was really sweet

Charley seems to finally reach the best friend place! cool for Charley! it feels like it suted her

fave quotes timeee:

"you know i used to be really good at name dropping bluffing my way into places, and these days I can't do it for Tophi"

he is too earnest and sweet for bluffing so far lol, i love how he is examining himself still

"in the end the people locking you up prefer it if they can chace after you, they love it, it provides an excuse to come and ruff you up a little bit"

i love this doctor i love this boy so much, the way he just finds the fun and feels the need t freaking explain how everything fits together and is actually fun to other people running for their lives my beloved

lol also the musical reference, i knew that this doctor is a musical fan!! you can't tell me that this doctor, from what i've seen so far, doesn't listen to Matilda and Phantom all the time

"You can't stop him worshipping and fantasising what he wants to, Churchwell. You can't even stop him from striking up a brand new lunatic cult, but at least those ghastly ashes are off your hands now. You've just got to get on with it, and make sure you're starting the whole thing off on the right footing. CHURCHWELL: But the paintings. Will the paintings be safe? DOCTOR: Many things will have been lost, I imagine. It was a rather difficult night. CHURCHWELL: I must go at once and check. PIETRO: Now? CHURCHWELL: No. It will wait. Either they are there safe in the museum, or they are gone. DOCTOR: Wise man, Churchwell. After all, you wouldn't want to be like the ghastly Vincenzo, would you? Scrabbling after revenants and relics and horrid souvenirs?"

this doctor seems to say his speaches after the fact, after the day is saved, sort of putting a cap at it, and i like that, he opirates on stright up vibes so far lol

also the hints of Charley going against the doc!!! love that

at the end, this was my fave episode so far, ending it in a nice way and i had the most fun with the plot

anyway! see you guys at... oh no, Minuet in hell, yeayyyy

[aeternaluminanoctis]

TW venting , bad doctor experience , mis-informed doctor , caps lock , cursing just… generally a bad time.

We had one good appointment with this guy out of 4 appointment so far…. It’s a good fucking thing Dito and I were at the front because today was another bad one. This idiot literally tried to press us on our boundaries, said he “healed energies”, and then HE FUCKING SAID WE SHOULD “make a maximizer” TO HELP US……

By the way, his definition of a maximizer was a type of alter to “help Omori” . His exact words were “You need a maximizer. […] The beauty of a maximizer is they can maximize any of those characters. […] Maximizer maxes that characters abilities beyond what that character would normally do. Maximizer would conserve energy”

KEEP IN MIND THE “CHARACTERS” ARE HIM REFERRING TO OUR ALTERS….THIS MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL IS TELLING US TO “JUST MAKE” AN NEW ALTER. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE HOLY HELL.

He seemed baffled when I said over and over that that’s NOT how our brain works (or the disorder in general) and implied it was because we “just weren’t there yet”.

THERE WAS JUST SO MUCH HARMFUL AND INCORRECT SHIT!! God at some point I just let Dito take over and toy with him just to hear the bullshit he kept spouting. We just have to go for a few more appointments until we find a new psychologist…

HE COULDNT EVEN SAY MY NAME RIGHT! And then was just projecting onto what little amount he knew about our system (BECAUSE I FUCKING KNEW HE WAS A SHITTY DOCTOR AND I KNEW HE’D TAKE ANY INFORMATION ON OUR ALTERS AND TWIST IT OR TRY TO SHOVE US INTO BOXES TO BULLSHIT US. I GAVE HIM A SMALL LIST OF THE ONLY ONES OF US HE MIGHT MEET, THE MOST VAGUE REFERENCE TO WHAT THEIR ROLE IS, AND PRONOUNS AND HE STILL COULDNT EVEN GET OUR PRONOUNS RIGHT.)

God what a fucking idiot. If you all could LISTEN to the absolute bullshit this man was spewing. It’s a good thing we did so much research before seeing him because it turns out HE’S NOT EVEN VERSED IN OUR SPECIFIC TYPE OF TRAUMA… He admitted he’s never worked with another patient with any sort of complex dissociation issues AND THEN TELLS US HOW HE THINKS OUR SYSTEM WORKS AND SEES NO ISSUES WITH HOW LONG IT TAKES OUR SWITCHES SOMETIMES OR HOW IT IMPACTS OUR LIFE.

“That’s not interfering with your life” MOTHER FUCKER YOU HAD TO TAKE OUR BLOOD PRESSURE TWICE BEFORE I SWITCHED IN BECAUSE CIRLAI WAS PANICKING SO BAD.

THIS FUCKING IDIOT SAID HE “became our mentor”. IN FUCKING WHAT? DISSOCIATION??? EXPERIENCING REPEATED TRAUMA??? and that we proved he “does it more efficiently and faster” than us. THIS ASSHOLE SAID “you jump between them every 2 hours. Know how fast it takes me? Seconds. And I do it at will.”

This is how I KNOW this fucker is not an actual doctor that deals with trauma on the daily. If you’ve forgotten, he is implying he ACTS AS A SYSTEM MORE EFFICIENTLY THAN US BECAUSE HE “DOES IT AT WILL” THIS FUCKING SACK OF SHIT IS ONE OF THE WORST “PROFESSIONALS” WE HAVE EVER SEEN.

the fucking second we get a new psychologist it’s over. I’m DONE with this asshole. I don’t care how bad it gets, only Dito and I are dealing with that fucker now. HE MADE CIRLAI START SHAKING JUST FROM THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE.

Next time we have to go, I’m bringing him a paper on how trauma and systems ACTUALLY work.

[slutforsnow]

A Cowboy's Dream

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

"The Truth"

A/N: I'm going to try and make this longer than the last chapter; I'm sorry for the lack of activity- my mental health has been absolutely shit since my partner shipped out for basic training and I'm trying my best. I hope you all like the story so far! :)

"Holy hell, you've got a nice house-" Eliana complimented, looking out the window of Jasper's car. The Cullen House was huge and beautiful. Even the 'unnatural' amount of windows was perfect, especially for stargazing.

"Thanks; Carlisle worked his ass off for it," Jasper replied, pulling the car into the garage. The pair got out and Jasper locked the car whilst leading Eli to the living room. She noticed that Jasper didn't call Dr. Cullen 'dad', earning a semi-bewildered look from her. Jasper chuckled, sensing her confusion.

"I'll explain that too, don't worry, Eliana."

"Please do, because I am... so fucking confused right now," She told him, slowly turning as she followed him inside the Cullen House. It truly was beautiful, yet gave off a very… dead feeling. All the older and almost artificial-looking items in the house looked perfect… too perfect to Eliana. Even the odd collection of what seemed to be high school graduation caps was odd.

"I will, but you may want to sit down for this," *He quipped, pulling Eli out of her daze. He pulled out a chair for her and she blushed, but sat down with a soft 'thank you'.

"Well… I'd like to say that you're wrong about my family. We're not human… not anymore," He began. The blonde soon dipped into the long explaination of the Cullens' history. The turning, the time frames, the trauma, all of it. He seemed to have sucked Ana into it as if he were a storyteller. She was captivated; listening to him speak about how Dr. Cullen had turned almost everyone and how they all came to Forks as it was one of the places that had very few sunny days.

When he finished, he waited for the laughter that he presumed would come after, yet it never came. The only thing that followed was worry. Pure worry with no signs of disbelief.

"The Spanish Influenza…? An asylum..? Being mauled by a bear..? Murder?.. Suicide-?.. Are you all okay??? At all??" She questioned, looking up at Jasper with worry. Jasper was, at the very least, shocked. He expected her to deny it all, call it bullshit, or to laugh in his face. But she was concerned.

"We're all okay.. sort of. We've had time to heal, and when we're turned we slowly forget about our past lives," He reassured, earning a nod from her.

"What about you..?"

"Hm-? What do you mean?" He questioned, looking at her curiously.

"How did you.. well, how did you get turned..?" She clarified, slowly.

"That, Eli, is a story for another time. But… do you see why I need you to keep this a secret? Not even Bella can know."

"Of course, your secret is safe with me. But… why did you tell me?"

Jasper chuckled this time and smiled a bit at the table. "You were figuring it out after Edward stopped the van from crushing Bella. It was only a matter of time before you'd find out what we are and we couldn't risk anyone else knowing."

"Ohhh… okay yeah, that makes sense. But… a few questions if you don't mind me asking?" She asked, starting to feel silly for wanting to know these things.

"Shoot."

"Does garlic hurt you? What happens if you come in contact with the sun? Do you really die from a steak through the heart?" *She asked, leaning on the table and flicking her wrist in excitement.*

"Garlic can't hurt us. We don't die from a steak through the heart- actually we die from our head being ripped off and having our bodies burned. The sun however… oh God, I don't wanna talk about it," He explained, looking away as he started to answer about the sun.

"What? What does the sun do, I'm curious!"

"No, no, no it's awful-"

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad!"

"We sparkle. Like sun shining on a dazzled car sparkle," He confessed, earning a look of 'What the fuck' from Eliana.

"You.. sparkle?"

"We sparkle, yes, we sparkle." It took all Eliana had to not fall over and start laughing her ass off. Jasper glanced at her, smiling as she covered her mouth to avoid laughing.

"Go ahead, laugh, I don't care."

The moment Jasper gave her the okay, Eliana doubled over laughing so hard she started to cry from how much she laughed. Jasper could only think of one thing as she laughed. 'She's not so bad after all..'

[samsvenn]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 [𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐]

here's part 1 <3

𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨

One word: ominous

whenever you text Laito, you swear you feel someone watching you. it's like there's an extra gust of wind when you want to go to the kitchen for a snack or that a window in the dancing hall's been opened even though you're sure that Reiji locks it every evening

His texts are very sweet; as sweet as Laito can be ofc

petnames, sweet voice messages for you to wake up to, multitudes of photos that the majority don't have your consent to have been photographed and the others were not so endearing when you glue their contexts together

Gives out good morning and good night texts as well as reminds you to say them back or you'll face the consequences for not being a "good partner"

doesn't mind using both emoticons and emojis however he leans towards emoticons more because it expresses him more accurately than emojis do

but holy shit, there are times when he gets serious in the middle of texting and you're just like "??"

If you ever send a screenshot of your text convos to someone, Laito will know

other than all of those things, Laito is just an average texter when it doesn't involve anything sexual but he'll never be bland or disenchanting

he's an expert in knowing that once something is boring, it'll get difficult to get that spark lit up again

what you'll never know is that instead of you being paranoid that your phone camera is open, you should've investigated sooner that your location sharing has been enabled yet you know damn well that there's no reason for that to be

not afraid to wiretap your phone

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮

this man right here is the only normal interaction you'll have in the manor

the sweetest, the most patient and the most understanding when compared to all of the sakamakis

but don't text him when he's angry or upset because he will spout some things that make you question whether he's truly happy to be in a relationship with you or his need for blood is being quenched because you're just one phone call away now

likes to test you. he'll often pull and push when it comes to invites because it makes me feel validated on the inside that you're willing to show how much you want to be with him or receive something from him

you HAVE to show emotion when you text Subaru or else you're going to add more doubts in his head when you're a dry texter. Don't be afraid to use exclamation marks, text in all caps, send gifs, you get the gist

Assurance. All this man needs over text is assurance. Text him how he's doing, text him some stuff that happened in your day no matter how minuscule it was, text him about a new artist you found out about and how you're going to have their music on loop; the more you include him in your life, the more giddy he feels on the inside and he absolutely BRAGS about it to the others

he overthinks a lot and really needs someone who's patient with him because if you're going on and on about your day and there's no balance between what you share and what he wants to text about, expect the dreaded "ok", "that's nice", "lol"

this can also be due to the fact that he doesn't want to seem childish nor does he know how to express his emotions like how Laito does

[hertzwritings]

Yes, professor part 4

A/N: You are all horny goblins and I love it, because so am I. This is not going to be a story with a lot of plot, just… So much smut. Not sorry. This one is both BDSM heavy and SO SO SO SO SO dirty, so please, read with caution! We’ve got suspension, double play, gagging… All of the good (bad?) stuff. Also I’m not going to apologize for the length, y’all are filthy (like me).

Anyway, feedback feeds the soul and requests are always open! Nothing is off limits!

I also have to give the BIGGEST shoutout to @cooldreamlandsandwich who made an edit for me that made me clasp my pearls and inspired a big part of this chapter. HOLY HELL.

MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: Cap. Syverson x reader (and surprise guest, August Walker)

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI (please), gagging, oral (M and F receiving), fingering, anal, dom/sub, double play, suspension, ropeplay, toys, cream pies, breathplay, BDSM, nippleclamps, language

Wordcount: 5.246 (not sorry)

Yes, baby

You couldn’t help the slight smirk on your lips as you watched Sy walk back and forth in front of the class, his large thighs being the sole focus of your eyes; it should be illegal to look like that when teaching. You felt Annalise bump her knee against yours and you turned to her. “Hm?” “Stop drooling.” She hissed with a knowing grin. “You’re literally slobbering over him.” “Oh, shut up.” You felt your cheeks heat up but couldn’t help yourself as you turned to face him again, biting your lip as his eyes found yours. He raised his eyebrows in a silent warning. “Now, boys and girls, we’re getting’ close to the break, so I’m going to try to avoid givin’ y’all too much shit to do.” He stated, leaning against his desk. You heard the slight exhale of the group of students. “I’m feeling charitable, so all I’m going to ask is that you read up on the cold wars effects on modern war, and we’ll leave it at that.” He checked his watch.

“Let’s call it a day, I’m not in the mood to look at your sad faces anymore.” He said with a smirk. “Enjoy the break, kiddos!” He yelled over the bustle of people packing up. His eyes fell on yours. “Are you going to do stuff over the break?” Annalise looked devious and squinted at you. You rolled your eyes. “Maybe, maybe not.” “You’re a shitty liar, you know. Have fun with the hunk of man, Y/N!” She whispered playfully and grabbed her things, winking at you, before she left hurriedly. You glanced at Sy, who was talking to a girl – Maisy – at his desk. He looked wildly uninterested in her, as she leaned over and pushed her chest out, clearly trying to get something out of him.

“Professor, I just really need some help understanding the full depth…” She tried and he looked up at her with a cold stare. “Darlin’, unless you want me to tell the board what you’re trying to imply, I’d suggest you leave.” She huffed, her face falling. “But…” “No buts. Have a fun break.” You slowly gathered your things, trying to seem inconspicuous as Maisy walked past you with narrowed eyes. “It won’t work, whatever you’re thinking.” She mumbled. “I’m not thinking anything. Just packing.” You answered with a tight smile. She rolled her eyes and left, the door closing with a loud bang behind her. Sy quickly went over to the door and locked it, sighing deeply.

“Goddamn needy kids.” He groaned, locking eyes with you. A smile, one, you hadn’t really gotten used to yet graced his lips. You smiled back and stuffed your things into your bag. “But not you, you’re my needy girl, aren’t you?” he said in a low voice, walking slowly to you. You bit your lip – how the hell could he make you feel like this with a simple sentence? “Yes, sir.” You whispered. He was in front of you, filling the space around you completely, and his giant hand found your chin, nudging your face up. He smirked. “Any plans for the break, baby?” He asked softly, keeping you locked in position in front of him. “Nope.” You popped the P and looked into his eyes. “None whatsoever.” He hummed, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Wanna get plans?” You smiled. “With you?” you asked slowly. “For more than a night?” He nodded, his lips slowly getting closer to yours. “Mhhm. Maybe even the entire week.” You sighed against his lips, as he pressed them gently to yours. “An entire week with you?” You whispered, letting your hands find purpose against his neck. “Yeah, baby.” He kissed you softly. “If you want.” You fell into the kiss and got lost in the feeling of his lips and stubble on you. “When should I be ready?” You mumbled against his lips. He grinned. “I’ll be at your place at seven.”

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You looked at your bag, considering if you needed to pack more or less – he hadn’t been clear about where you were going, other than it would be somewhere else than his home, so you were contemplating if you should pack more than you already had. You hummed and packed one final thing; a bodysuit that hugged your curves and you felt amazing in it. You zipped the bag and grabbed your shoes, pulling them on and glancing at the clock – ten minutes. He was never late. You quickly put some lipstick on and looked at yourself in the mirror, finding some weird comfort in the way you looked. You turned off the lights in different rooms, grabbed your bag and double checked that everything was turned off, before you left the apartment and locked the door behind you.

You didn’t need to wait for long before his large car pulled up to the curb and you quickly threw your bag onto the backseat before you crawled into the passenger side and buckled yourself in. “Hi.” You breathed and smiled at him as he started the engine and drove away from your apartment. He grinned deviously at you. “Damn.” His hand found your thigh and squeezed harshly, sending lightning straight to your core. “You look fuckin’ amazing.” He said, his eyes darting back to you. “Thank you.” You answered and grabbed his hand, weaving your fingers between his. “Where are we going?” You asked with a smile, as you felt his thumb stroke your thigh. “I’ve got a cabin upstate, we’re pullin’ the plug from the world for a little. You good with that, darling?” You nodded. “I’ve got a question for you.” He said with a soft smirk on his lips. You knew that smile, and it made you squirm. “Oh?” He nodded, turning the car down a small, gravel road. “Yeah. I’ve got a buddy of mine that would love to come over, we, uh…” He sent you another absolutely devious smile. “We go way back and normally we go fishin’ this time of year.” You nodded, feeling like he was hiding something. “Oh…Kay?” You said slowly. “I mean, wouldn’t he mind the fact that a college-girl is taking away from fishing?” He chuckled lowly.

“Oh, sweetheart, absolutely not.”

He pulled into the driveway of a pretty sizable log-cabin, and you glanced at it, as you got out of the car. It was beautiful and very much Sy. A great lake sat behind it, surrounded by huge pines and a dense layer of ferns, a small, wooden boat dock leading out to the water. The cabin itself was pretty – dark woods, a plethora of different wildflowers, ferns and plants overflowing around it. “Come on, baby.” He grabbed you by the waist and led you inside. You smiled at the dark interior – it was way more his style than his home, and you had a feeling that he spent more time here than in his own house. “It’s beautiful.” You said, flinging your bag on the nearest chair, shrugging your coat off. He grinned at you and quickly grabbed two beers from the fridge, handing you one, before settling in the heavy leather couch and popping his own open. “Built it myself when I got back from tour.” He said. You sat down next to him, leaning against him and he folded his arm around you. “Really?” He nodded. “Mhm. I needed to do somethin’ with my hands, and this seemed like a better choice than fightin’ anything with a pulse.” You nodded, looking around. “Well, I knew you were good with your hands…” You grinned at him, and his eyes darkened as a smile crept onto his lips. “Now, did you really?” He whispered, grabbing the bottle of beer from your hand, and put it down with his own on the heavy, wooden table in front of the couch. You nodded. He pulled at you, and you followed his hands until you were seated on his lap. His thick fingers grabbed the beltloops of your jeans and pulled you closer to him. “I better show my girl just how good, huh?” he grinned. You didn’t answer, but rolled your hips lightly, eliciting a groan from the older man under you. “Shit, girl…” His voice was gravely, just the way you liked it, and he bit his lip. “Get up, pants off, baby.” You nodded once and stood, quickly undoing your jeans and slid them down your legs hastily, before you went to straddle his lap again. “Oh, you’re fucking needy today, aren’t you?” he chuckled, his large thumb sliding over the waistband of your panties. You mewled. “yes, sir…” You moaned, rolling your hips again. He growled. “Gotta take care of my girl…” He whispered. You didn’t answer, but grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his, relishing in the feeling of his stubble against your face. His fingers pushed your panties down lightly, and he gently slid a finger over your wet folds with a silent chuckle, that vibrated in his chest. “Fucking hell, woman, already so wet for me, huh?” You moaned. “Yes… Just for you…” His free hand went to your ass and spanked it once, the palm of his hand falling harshly on your exposed cheek. You whimpered and fell against him, and he rutted up, letting you feel just how ready he was for you. “Luke…” You moaned his name and a swift sting from his palm fell on your cheek. “Not my name, baby.” He whispered. “Sir!” You gasped as two of his thick fingers dipped between your folds, coating him in your slick. You mewled at the feeling of his fingers teasing your dripping hole, and your hips bucked on their own as he chuckled. “Down on your back.” He almost pushed you off of him, but you followed orders, laying down on the couch on your back, and he made quick work of your underwear, leaving you in nothing but your sweater. He grinned at you mischievously. “Rule. No underwear while we’re here, got it?” You nodded feverishly, desperate for his fingers again. “Desperate, babygirl?” You mewled. “Yes, sir, please…” Your core was throbbing, and heat was burning you from the inside. He chuckled before moving his lips down to your thighs, kissing and biting hard enough to leave bruises. Fuck, you loved it when he marked you.

His tongue slid against your folds, parting them perfectly for him, and he hummed at the taste of you. He licked at you, his tongue firm against your clit and his fingers teasing at your entrance; you writhed under him, wanting nothing more than his fingers in you. “Shh…” He shushed you with a devilish grin and he let one finger slide in to the first knuckle., You moaned loudly as he blew air on your exposed clit. “Ask nicely, baby.” You huffed and gasped as he curled his finger, his eyes on yours. “Please, please, please…. Sir, please, fuck me…” You moaned wantonly and bucked your hips again. He chuckled and dipped back, his tongue hitting your clit at the same time as he slammed two fingers into you with fervor. You gasped at the intrusion, and he lapped at you as he moved his fingers at a steady pace, curling up and finding that one spot, that made you see stars. You shouted his name as he picked up speed, the sounds of your wet pleasure on his tongue filling the room. You were sweating, the heat building to an almost uncomfortable degree, your legs tight and the coil in your stomach felt moments from snapping.

“Does my good girl want to come?” he whispered against your clit, his teeth catching it and tugged lightly. You screamed in pleasure and pain; your hands clenched around a pillow above you. “Yes, yes, yes, please…” “Come on, then, you fucking slut, soak me.” He spat out, his fingers moving rapidly in and out of you. “Fucking cum.” He whispered harshly before his lips were on you again, lapping every single drop from you. You exploded around him, your legs shaking, and you saw stars as the coil in you snapped into a thousand pieces, you moaned his name and rolled your hips as you felt yourself soak him and the couch under you as you came undone around his fingers and under his tongue. Fuck, it felt good.

As you came down, you tried to grab for him to pull him up so you could get some of his clothes off, but he simply withdrew his fingers and kissed you chastely, an eyebrow cocked. “Love to, darlin’, but we’ve got a visitor.” He nodded to the door and you felt heat pool in your cheeks as you looked at the tall, broad, man in the doorway, who was palming himself slightly over his pants.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account.” His voice was as deep as Sy’s, and he looked like he could split you in two. You scrambled to get your legs together, but Sy kept them open with his body in between them, as he grinned to the man in the door. “August, meet Y/N. Pet, meet August.” You almost moaned at the new nickname but contained yourself as you waved shyly to the man in the door.

He was gorgeous. Normally you weren’t a fan of moustaches, but this one fit – August’s face was clearly built for it. His hair was dark, and he had the most devious smile on his lips, that made you feel even more self-conscious than moments before, as his eyes roamed your body. Sy finally moved, and you quickly stood, pulling your sweater down over your exposed, slick pussy, heat in your cheeks.

“Hi, August.” “Hi, pet.” He answered. He looked at Sy, who sat on the couch with a smirk on his lips and arms crossed. “Beer, brother?” Sy asked, standing – his erection was clear against the fabric of his pants still. August nodded, his eyes still on you. “Thanks.” You tip-toed to the open door leading to the bedroom, grabbing your bag on the way.

“Oh, sweetheart, you won’t need that.” Sy said with a wicked grin, pointing to your bag. “I’ve got something laid out for you.” You nodded once and felt your pussy flutter; whatever he had planned, you wanted in on.

“She’s… A sight.” You heard August say as you closed the door to the bedroom. “A little young, though.” Sy laughed. “Oh, Auggie, you’ve got no fuckin’ idea. Glad you could come.” A clink of bottles sounded. “I’m getting happier by the minute, that I agreed.”

You turned to the bed and saw what could only be described at strings laid out on the bed. Your breath hitched as you looked at it. No fucking way you’d wear this in front of his friend. It was probably supposed to be lingerie of some kind, but to you, it looked like nothing more than BDSM ropes. You heard a soft knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Sy popped his head in and looked at you with a smile. “You like it?” He asked, stepping fully into the room. “Uhm… Yes, for when I’m with you not with company.” He hummed and walked to you, his stance intimidating as he stilled in front of you. “Babygirl, you wanted to be watched, right?” Oh. You closed your eyes at the idea. “Maybe… You’d want something more than being watched?” He whispered, his fingers sliding over your neck before wrapping around your throat. “I think my girl wants to be fucking full.” You mewled as his grip on your throat tightened. “I think you want him to watch you choke on my cock, then you’d want to let the two of us fill you completely.” You couldn’t help but moan at the idea. “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled and let you go, turning you slightly to him and kissed you softly.

“Please wear it. Put a dress over if you need to. I think August likes the chase.” He winked at you before leaving the room, throwing your bag on the bed. Holy fucking shit.

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All three of you sat around the dining table, the sun had finally set, and you were heated. The two big men filled the otherwise wide space fully, and they kept touching you. Sy had his fingers against your inner thigh, while August had slid his hand under the skirt of your dress. Both of them seemed completely unbothered by the fact that you were squirming and dripping wet – they were talking about good, old days, and you couldn’t focus.

“Pet…” Sy’s voice was smoot as whiskey, and you turned to him with blazing cheeks. “Are you listening?” He asked, danger lacing his words. A silent chuckle came from your left, where August squeezed his hand around your thigh. You gulped. “Sorry, sir.” He tutted and narrowed his eyes. “Baby, that’s rude to our guest…” You swallowed a moan as Sy’s fingers moved higher, almost touching your exposed heat. The fucking lingerie did nothing to hide you away under the dress, and you felt like you were burning up. “I’m sorry, sir.” He chuckled and looked to August.

“Knees.” He whispered. Your pussy throbbed at his demand, and a slight insecurity washed over you at the thought of August watching you. It made you feel several things, actually. Sy sensed your hesitation and searched your eyes. You nodded once, the willingness to satisfy – and see August’s reaction – overtaking any doubt in your mind. He grinned. “Good girl.” You stood up, moving from your seat to the middle of the floor, where you dropped to your knees. August had turned in his chair, looking at you with legs spread wide, bulge prominent in his tight pants. You couldn’t help but look. Sy stood up, and walked behind you, gently grabbing the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it slowly until your dress fell around you, exposing your lingerie. “Fucking hell, Sy, where did you find this one?” August breathed as his eyes roamed over you. Your nipples poked through the strings, and barely anything was covered by the black strings that made out the lingerie on your body. “In my class, right baby?” Sy asked, circling you like a predator. “Yes, sir.” You answered breathlessly. Sy grinned and stopped in front of you.

“Stay where you are. August, keep her entertained.” He walked to the heavy table in the living room, where he flipped the top up as August walked to you with a fucking illegal smile on his face. His fingers grabbed at your hair. “What’s…” You didn’t finish your sentence, as August’s finger slid into your mouth and you hummed around the digit, sucking it gently. “Fuck…” He groaned at the feeling. You heard Sy chuckle.

“Keep her still.” You saw Sy walk to you with wide strides, his hands full of robe. You felt yourself get wetter at the thought of being tied up with these two men doing whatever they wanted to with you. “Arms on your back.” Sy’s voice was possessive as you followed orders, your mouth preoccupied by August’s finger. He hummed and moved in front of you fully, his free hand opening his pants. “Mind?” He asked Sy casually. “Nah, go right ahead.” Sy’s voice was amused behind you, and you moaned as he tightened the rope slightly. August chuckled and let his pants fall around his ankles – you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him. He was just as big as Sy, though slightly wider in girth, and you felt yourself salivate at the sight of him and your pussy throb. He stood in front of you, erection right in your face. “Open up, pet.” His voice was like honey, and you followed orders, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as Sy tied the rope around your legs, your arms flush against your body. “Good girl…” August pressed the head of his cock against your tongue, coating himself in your saliva, before pushing inside of your mouth. He groaned as his head hit the back of your throat, and you realized that he wasn’t even halfway in; you moaned around it, and he pushed further, making you gag around him. “Fucking hell…” Sy had stilled his movements behind you, his lips on your neck. You felt his teeth sink into the sensitive skin at the junction between your neck and shoulder and you moaned at the feeling, which August used to his advantage; he pushed all the way in and stilled. You gagged, spit drippling from your chin and tears welled up in your eyes, as he grabbed your head and held you in place as he slowly began to fuck your mouth. You heard Sy growl, his fingers on your lower abdomen. “Shit, your mouth is good, pet…” August moaned, picking up speed. Sy’s fingers found your soaking slit and dipped his fingers inside, not even bothering to start with one, fully coating two fingers in you. “God, you love this, huh, babygirl?” he whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to moan, but choked on the large cock in your throat, another round of tears spilling from your eyes as August fucked your mouth. He was grunting sinfully, and you almost wanted your arms free to stabilize yourself on his massive thighs, but the ropes held you back and you whimpered against August’s cock. Sy chuckled and picked up his pace too. “Fucking hell, you’re loving getting mouthfucked, aren’t you?” You nodded once, his fingers burying deeply in you as August hammered his cock against your throat.

He pulled away with a roar and smacked your cheek hard, stars flying in front of your eyes as you gulped down air thankfully, while Sy kept his fingers working inside of you. You were so fucking close, your legs shaking. August squatted in front of you and held your chin with hard fingers, holding your face in place. His dominance was something entirely different from Sy’s, almost dangerous, as his eyes found yours. “You’re going to look at me when you cum.” He whispered, his fingers digging into your skin. You whimpered. “Please, Sir, please…” Sy chuckled. “Wanna cum, pet?” You nodded; your eyes trained on August. “Fucking cum.” Sy growled behind you. You exploded around his fingers, soaking him and your thighs as you came, your pussy throbbing and clenching around his fingers.

Without a word, Sy pulled his fingers from you and hoisted you to stand on shaky legs by the ropes, moving you to the middle of the living room – you were gasping, spit still hanging from your chin as he placed you and grabbed the ends of the rope, smiling wickedly. “Codes?” He asked softly. August’s eyes were burning you. “Green, go, yellow, pause, red, stop.” You said in a broken voice. “Smart girl.” Sy took the ends of the rope and flicked them around a thick hook on one of the beams running across the ceiling. Your eyes widened as you realized what he wanted to do; you felt yourself being lifted from the floor by the thick knot in the middle of your back, so your legs and arms weren’t stretched too much – you were hovering with one foot almost off the floor, the other tied against your thigh. You were already a panting, dripping mess. “Now… We’re gonna play, baby.” Sy whispered darkly, stripping himself of his clothes as August did the same. “You’re going to take us. Understood?” His voice was clear and dominant. You nodded and your eyes fell on the table – you moaned at the sight in front of you. Sy had quite the range of toys. August cocked his eyebrow and stood in front of you, his fingers tugging on your nipple. “You got any for this?” August called out and Sy chuckled, throwing a metal chain to August, who smiled wickedly. Fucking hell, clamps. You moaned at the feeling of them tightening on your nipples, the chain hanging loosely between your breasts and August tugged it gently, eliciting a mewl from you. Sy stood behind you and you heard the familiar snap of a cap opening, before you felt cool lube being smeared on your already wet pussy and your hole. You moaned wantonly as he dipped a finger inside, stepping in front of you. “And what do you do, sweetheart?” you moaned as he slapped lightly across your eated core with his palm. “Fuck!” “No, that’s our job.” He grinned as August walked to the table and grabbed a buttplug with a grin. “Ask permission, sir.” “Good girl.” Sy lined himself up with your aching pussy as August went behind you, his fingers coating the plug with lube. You felt anticipation in your core, and Sy grinned at you – his cock slid against your wet folds, and you moaned as the tip slid inside of your hole. August chuckled behind you. “I don’t even think you need this, sweet girl.” He said as he pushed the tip of the plug inside, and you screamed at the feeling of both it and Sy pressing inside of you. Sy groaned as he bottomed out and held you by the ropes, slowly letting you adjust. “No need to be slow about it, asshole.” He grunted at August, who were teasing the tip of the plug inside of you. “Oh?” He sounded fucking dangerous and without warning, he pushed it further. You mewled and tried to move away from the intrusion, but Sy kept you in place and began moving his hips, his thick cock dragging against your walls – you could feel the plug and him slide against each other, only a thin layer of so much sensitive wall between the two. August moaned at the sight of you swallowing the plug and you felt his fingers creep up along your hips until he found your clit. Sy grunted and sped up, his cock filling you perfectly. You were panting, slick dripping down your legs. “Please… Please…” You moaned, trying to buck your hips against Sy, but the ropes held you firmly. “I think she needs more…” Sy groaned at August, who pinched your clit between two fingers, causing you to yell out. “Fuck, yes, please, more… Please, I’m so close…” “You wanna cum with just me in you, baby?” Sy grinned and held your face with his wide hand, forcing you to look at him as he fucked you harder. “That’s. fucking. Rude. To. Our. Guest.” He punctuated every word with a hard thrust and you were so fucking close to exploding. “No! M’sorry, please…” you said, your head lolling as you tried to stave off your orgasm. August chuckled behind you, and you felt him turn and pump the plug in you. “She can come. Once.” You mewled and Sy chuckled, his fingers hard against your face. “Come, you fucking needy

bitch.” You exploded, the coil in your abdomen snapping at the same time as he rutted deeply in you, slick dripping down your legs. You felt the gush of wetness and almost wanted to cry in pleasure as Sy fucked you through your orgasm. If you weren’t tied up, you’d be on the floor.

August slowly and tantalizingly so, pulled the plug from your ass, before coating himself in your slick with a soft chuckle. “Oh, she squirts, huh?” He asked, his hand around your throat and the tip of his cock lined up against your puckered hole. You whimpered as you felt him slowly push against you, tightening the grip on your throat and cut off your air. “Fucking hell…” Sy moaned as he felt August’s thick cock slide inside of you, stretching you to the absolute max. You felt like you were about to split in half, the burn and stretch of the two men were insane and you almost came on the spot as August filled your ass completely. “Fuck…” You said in a broken voice, almost passing out as the two men bottomed out. “One rule, August. I get to cum in her, and only me.” Sy said in a dangerous voice, as he started to move slowly. Your eyes rolled back at the thought of being filled with Sy’s spend and you felt your pussy throb around him. “Your girl, man.” August grunted as he began to move as well.

You were in between the two men as they fucked you into oblivion, their massive cocks stretching every part of you. You didn’t even bother trying to support yourself on the one foot, that reached the ground, simply letting yourself hang in the rope as they fucked you hard. You saw spots as August tightened his grip on your throat and Sy moaned. “Fuck, are you about to cum, pretty pet?” He grunted. You nodded once, mewling as August slammed his thick cock as deeply as he could, inside of you. You couldn’t hold it back, even if you wanted to. “Shit, you’re fucking dirty, aren’t you, pet?” Sy asked with a groan, his cock slamming against your cervix. You nodded again. “Please… Please…” Your voice was broken and barely there as you begged for release. Sy groaned and looked at August behind you. “Whaddya say?” “Let her.” August moaned and his hand disappeared from your throat, letting a flow of air back into your lungs. You gasped as the orgasm toppled you, August’s hands bruising your hips and Sy’s eyes burning holes in you. You came undone with an explosion of fire in your entire being, every single nerve suspended in pleasure – you roared and moaned, gasping for air as you squirted over the two men. “Fucking hell…” August pulled out of you with a roar, and fisted his cock harshly, pumping his length as he watched Sy’s cock disappear in your heat. You were mewling, longing to feel filled by Sy. “Want your cum, please, sir…” You moaned and you felt Sy stutter in his movements, seemingly close as well. “Fuck.” He pulled out and stepped behind you, entering you again from behind and slammed his cock deeply inside of you as August went to your front, his cock pointed to your face. “Be a good girl and take it.” You opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out, hopeful to catch some of his hot seed as August roared and came, thick ropes of cum shooting from him. It was messy, landing on your breasts, chin and tongue and you lapped whatever you could, up. Sy groaned behind you and stilled as well, and you felt his thick cock swell within you, before he painted your needy walls white with his spend as well. You were moaning, panting and gasping as both men came down from their high and Sy slowly began to untangle you from the ropes, August holding your body in place with a surprisingly soft touch.

“Holy fuck…” You moaned as the ropes fell from your arms. August was supporting your entire weight and Sy kissed your sweat-slicked shoulder.

“No kiddin’.” August saw the cum leak from your spent pussy and fire flared behind his eyes. No fucking way he was ready again. “Now what?” You asked breathlessly. August and Sy looked at each other with wicked grins.

“Now we play, my pet.” Sy whispered dangerously.

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who's rocky pt2 (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x FemReader)

Warnings: Heartfelt moments and sadness

Songs Begin with; Two strong hearts - John Farnham End with; Head over heels - Tears for fears

Who's Rocky - PART 1

A/n: Here's part 2. I hope you enjoy it. I'm not too sure if I'm going to continue this.

Word count: 3332

"GOD! Why are you upset with me?"

"We'll maybe you drooling over Nancy, who! If you forgot. Broke your heart into a million pieces." you hissed.

"You can't be serious."

"The hell I am serious you jackass."

"Stop calling me a jackass."

"What's wrong, jackass."

"Y/n stop it."

"Jackass!"

"Y/N!" 

"JACK. ASS."

"THAT'S IT! Either you two go somewhere and have sex, coz the sexual tension is so freaking intoxicating in here. Or shut up and help us with the Vecna's curse."

You both fell silent at Dustin's shouts.

"Thank you."

"I would have never hurt you like Nancy." You whisper. Eyes trailed across the room to nowhere.

Looking down at you, Steve was surprised. Your eyes were strained to the floor. You looked hurt. Mentally scolding himself, Steve brought a hand under your chin.

"What did you say."

"Nothing."

"Y/n. Baby."

"Go suck Nancy's dick Jackass." You hiss, pulling his hand away and strutting over to Robin.

"Now here's the plan, we're..."

Dustin's words drowned out as Robin sighed. She knew the kid had a big ego, but never like this. Maybe it was his tone. Slumping your shoulders you sighed loudly. Catching the girl's attention, purposely.

Rolling her eyes at the baseball cap-wearing kid. Robin nudged you. "Does this kid ever shut up?"

"You think he's bad now? Trying babysitting him when he was six till this day I still don't know how he managed to explain the whole production of how babies were made to me... I was eleven at the time."

"HE WAS SIX!?" she shouted.

"ROBIN." Dustin hissed.

~1980~

You had been staring at the question for the past twenty minutes.

'What is the purpose of a period?'

Eyebrows scrunched together, pencil tapping against your bottom lip.

"How the hell should I know." You mumbled.

You were supposed to be babysitting your neighbour's annoying kid. What was his name, David? No, Daniel, Nah... Dustin? yeah, Dustin.

That reminded you. Where the hell was he.

The sound of what you assumed was legos, being smashed to the ground filled your ears.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Getting up from your seat you made your way down the hallway and to the right.

"Dustin. What the hell?"

Pulling open the door, you saw the baseball cap-wearing kid on the floor surrounded by, well you had no idea what it was, but it was not legos. More something illegal, all it had was wires sticking out of it.

"Is that a radio?" You asked, confused.

The kid sat in pure silence, the only noise being the ticking of the clock in the dining room. You both locked eyes.

"...No..?"

Of course, you, of all the preteen kids in the street, had to be babysitting Dustin Henderson.

"Okay...? Then what are you doing?" You pressed.

Shooting up from his spot, he kicked the thing under his bed. "Nothing."

"Sure didn't sound like-"

"I said it was nothing." He stated, his little legs taking him to you.

"Come on let me help you with your homework." With that, he took off down the hall. Homework? Six-year-old, helping you with homework?

"YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD! HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT HOMEWORK?" you hollered after him.

And there he was, sitting in the seat you were in writing away.

"No, no." You stalked up to him, peering down. Holy shit.

"How?"

He turned his little head to you and smiled. Before pointing to the diagram in your textbook. Eyes wide you stared at him with disbelief.

After numerous accounts of you, sending him to watch tv and his protests. Dustin had explained to you the whole aspect of the vital concept of sexual intimacy.

"And that is how babies are made."

~Present Day~

You smiled at the thought. Little shit.

And ever since that day you and Dustin, formed a sibling-like relationship. Him bugging you every five minutes. Even attempted to teach you how to play DnD, which just ended with you staring at the kid, especially when you saw him wearing - this even more ridiculous - hat.

"... Eddie the police have you as a potential suspect."

Perking up at this. Your eyes darted straight at 'Rocky' who was sitting down. An idea formulating in your head. Steve saw the clogs in your head-turning the minute your eyes grew wide and head snapped up.

He knew that look all too well.

You did this before you would either snap a snarky or sarcastic remark at someone. He remembered that week, it was the week Billy first moved to Hawkins.

~1985, Senior Year~

You had been seated in the bleachers, 'watching', Steve at practice. Trying to scratch the stain off your white converses had been way more interesting than watching a bunch of 'low self-esteem cocky, dickhea- sorry 'Hawkins' high basketball team practice for this year's tryouts.

Since you forgot to bring your walkman to school today. It was either that or do your homework, which you and your teachers knew was not going to happen. So the yellow stain on your shoe, it was.

Cheers had erupted from the team, someone must have scored. Peering up you saw Steve lying flat on the floor and this mullet-wearing asshole flaunting his shit. Though you were too caught up on how sexy Steve looked, you could just take him -.

"Hey sexy, never seen you before."

Snapping out of your horny trance, you were met with sky blue eyes. Cute, you thought. Looking him up and down, you smirked.

"Well, maybe you would, if your eyes weren't trained on every girl's ass in this school... besides I wouldn't bother with Carol. She is flat as a blackboard." you simply stated picking your nails.

Billy for once in his life looked gobsmacked. He usually was able to make girls blush, not... disinterested. That, however, didn't mean he was going to give up easily.

Chuckling, he took a hold of your hand. Caressing it, before yanking you forward. This guy needed a mint and a shower.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart, not at your fingernails."

Steve watched the interaction between you and Billy. This was not going to end well.

"Oh, I know. It's just that, I don't want to have to look at something that's cliché... or was it provocative, like you."

Billy's eyes widened.

"Hey Billy, come on man. You don't want to waste your time with her." Tommy called.

"Oh, believe me. I wouldn't mind a taste of this one." You watched as his eyes grew with lust, as he did so. Lord, here we go.

"Go on, Billy. Your boyfriend's calling." Snapping his head to you, what was once lust now was replaced with fire.

Sensing something was going to happen, Steve made stealthy movements toward you two.

"Hey, Billy? Man? What's up?"

Steve saw the clogs in your head turn.

"Nothing, man. Just this little bitch." Billy called, beginning to grow frustrated, with you.

And that's when it happened.

"Is that what you call Tommy, huh? Little bitch...? Kinky."

Your attempt to anger the guy was one big failure. You instead intrigued him.

Billy leaned in, stopping right next to your ear. His hot breath touched your cheek. This bitch was panting, heavily. He definitely needed a shower.

"You're such a little tease, L/n." He whispered, pushing off the bench and walking past all the boys.

~Present~

And there it sat. That menacing smirk, the smirk that got any guy on their knees.

"A convicted killer? And here I thought you were the leader of a Satanist group...? Kinky." You stated.

Satanist, Eddie thought.

Everyone's attention was now on you, Lil ol' you.

"Y/n!" Dustin hissed loudly. "Do we need to get you desexed!?"

Steve knew what you were doing, he knew all too well. Yet choose to not fall into your games... At least he thought he wouldn't.

"Dustin, just...just continue."Steve fumbled out clearly annoyed with you.

Peering his gaze away from you, the young boy continued.

"Anyway! In order to prevent anyone from experiencing a trance by Vecna. I'm going to ask that we pair up... wait...one...two...seven... okay maybe one will be a group of three."

"I'm going with Rocky." You stated bluntly. Staring Steve dead in the eyes. Walking over to Eddie, you reached your hand out.

He looked at it, then behind you.

"Would you just take my hand, it's not poisoned."

Hesitantly Eddie grasped your hand. Soft, he thought.

"Woah! Woah. What? No! Y/n, you're coming with me. Whether you like it or not."

"The hell I am. Fuck off. Besides, I want to make a new friend... is that so bad?" Without any protests. Or more like Steve yelling at you to get back here. You and Eddie left.

Sighing Steve kicked the closest thing near him.

"Damn, bitch."

"Well, buddy it looks like you're stuck with me."

"What?" Steve hissed. "Wait, where did Robin go?"

Looking off to the other side of the room, Dustin, laughed nervously. "Well... whilst you and Y/n were bickering she left with Max and Lucas."

This information left Steve fuming.

"JESUS...! No, not again, I'm not being the babysitter again... there is no fucking way. Fuck this where did that bitch... making me jealous."

"Oh my God. Would you stop sulking and c'mon... baby."

"Hey! I'm not a baby." Steve snapped, walking out of the boathouse.

Rolling his eyes the younger boy followed. "Yeah... 'course not."

Meanwhile, there was silence between you and Eddie.

You flickered your flashlight up the tree and sighed.

"You know I could be at home right now...in my PJs... watching; Halloween, Beverly Hills cop...Streets of Fire... Rocky...But no."

Eddie stayed silent. You two had been walking in complete silence since you stormed out of the boathouse. You seemed really upset, at Steve that was. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"What's your favourite song?"

"What?"

"I said, what's your favourite song?" Eddie simply stated gesturing to your walk-man.

Gently touching it, you glanced up. No one not even Steve noticed that you had your walkman on you.

"How'd you -"

"My eyes see a lot of things, Y/n."

Chuckling you shook your head. "You know saying that, makes you sound more like a serial killer."

"Oh does it now?" He cocked his head. His fuzzy hair swiped across his shoulders. Cute.

"Well is Lil miss feisty going to answer my question, or do I have to find out myself?"

Taking subtle steps, he inched closer to you.

"Okay, okay... Hang on...you're gonna laugh at me. Okay?"

Gasping Eddie placed a hand on his chest. "ME? Never."

Taking your walkman out and pulling the headphones off you pressed the play button. The once silent woods were now filled with the rock hit.

"Tears for Fears, huh?"

As quick as the music came it went.

"See I told you."

"Hey, hey. I reckon it's cool... well I mean considering they're no Kiss."

"Yeah, I guess."

You hadn't noticed Eddie close the gap between the both of you, pressing play your music began playing again.

"Don't take my heart, don't break my heart. " He began singing.

He was close, very close. Lips about to touch close. No, you couldn't do this, what about Steve. Before you could do anything, Eddie step back, embracing the song. Wiggling his eyebrows at you, he swayed to the pop music. You giggled watching the punk rock teen dance around you like a manic. At this moment it made you miss Steve. Considering this was your song.

~Snow Ball 1984~

You both had promised Dustin, that you would be his emotional support for the winter dance. He had been going on about this girl, this popular girl, he wanted to ask to go with him. You had been sitting in the back watching all the kids get out of their car all nervous and dressed up. Bored, that was when a particular blue Camaro pulled up and a little redhead came out.

"I'll be back." You called opening Steve's door.

Slamming the door shut Max stuck her finger up at - who you knew damn right was- Billy in the car. Almost missing you.

"Max! Hey Max." Spinning around ready to shout, she caught your figure.

"Y/n. Hey." She smiled.

"Billy giving you a hard time...? You say it and his ass is grass."

The redhead looked up to you, she wasn't too sure what it was, maybe because you were different. And didn't drool over her brother, instead gave him a real hard time. Or maybe it was because you weren't self-efficient as all the other teen girls. Yeah, you wore makeup but it was only mascara and red-tinted lip balm. Not like the other girls. Or maybe it was how you could protect yourself.

"Nah, he's fine."

"Okay, well you have my number. Anytime you need I'll be there."

You sent a wink her way.

"Thanks, Y/n."

"No problem, foxy. Now show 'em what ya got it."

Max rolled her eyes at the nickname, 'foxy'.

Getting back to the car, you notice the empty seat, Dustin must have left. Opening the door you missed the look Steve gave.

"Where'd you disappear to?"

"Oh ya know, fairy godmother duty calls. As it does to you." You stated, earning a scoff from the boy next to you.

"I am no 'fairy godmother'."

You turned to him with a raised brow. "Sure, sweetcheeks, whatever you say. Keep your masculinity intact."

Without another word you two were off, Steve hadn't said anything but turned up the radio. The soft music drowned out the car's engine. Eyes fixated on the glistening trees passing by. They looked so beautiful under the moonlight. Steve had looked over at you. He wasn't sure exactly when he fell, but he knew it was strong, stronger than what it had been for Nancy. He wanted to tell you but wasn't sure when. He knew he had too, it was killing him inside. Turning out off the road and through a dirt one. He had continued down it, noticing from the side of his eye, that you moved to face him.

"Where are we going? You're not going to kill me, are you...? Coz if you are, I just want to you know..."

"I'm not going to kill you L/n, so calm down, okay...? Just trust me."

Keeping a wary eye on him, you nodded your head. About five minutes later, Steve parked the car, near a cliff. The view took your breath away, literally. One because you had a fear of heights. And two, because the view was absolutely stunning. You could see every single glow of the houses in Hawkins.

"Oh wow."

Yet, Steve's eyes were trained on an even more beautiful sight, in front of him. You.

"You like it?"

Looking back at him, you were surprised by his question.

"Like it? Steve I... I love it." A smile spreads across your lips.

"Wait. let me grab something." Quickly making his way to the boot of his car, Steve pulled out his mobile stereo. Watching him you raised a brow.

"Steve, what are you -" The song silence you.

I want to be with you alone,

And talk about the weather.

Tears for Fears was one of your favourite bands. How did he know?

"Dustin...uh... he told me they're your favourite band."

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face

Won't escape my attention

Your smile only grew and he loved that.

"Well milady, may I have the pleasure of sharing a dance with you."

You keep your distance via the system of touch

And gentle persuasion

Grasping the boy's hand, you gave a giggle but was silenced when Steve pulled you in close. Looking up with were met with kind brown eyes. Brown eyes that held so much adoration toward you. Humming along you rested your head on his chest and began swaying to the gentle music.

I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?

Oh, you're wasting my time

You're just, just, just wasting time

"I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?" Steve sang along.

Chuckling at the vibration of his voice against your cheek.

"You know, you may need some singing lessons, kind sir."

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away

"Oh really well in that case. SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I'M HEAD OVER HEELS."

Throw it away, throw it away

You couldn't help but laugh at his horrid attempt to sing. Oblivious singing off-key on purpose, but at that moment you stared at him lovingly. Never had you ever felt this way. You knew right then and there, that Steve Harrington won over your heart. Meeting your eyes, Steve smiled. His heart fluttered at the sight of you.

I made a fire, and watching it burn

Thought of your future

Your hair, in its natural form, long and curly. Fluffy if that. Long lashes coated in the simplest bit of mascara and those rosie red-tinted lips. Those kissable lips. Leaning down, only inches from your lips, Steve paused. His minty breath fanning your hot plumped lips.

With one foot in the past, now just how long will it last?

Now, now, now, have you no ambitions?

My mother and my brothers used to breathing clean air

And dreaming I'm a doctor

You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, gaining confidence. You pushed on your tip toes and adoringly smashed your lips into his. His soft and plump lips.

It's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand

Oh, I feel so

Your heart was beating rapidly, it felt like it was going to burst. But you didn't want it to stop. Not ever this moment was one that was going to be burned into your memory. Your first dance, your first kiss, your first love. The need for air pulled you both away from each other. With your eyes still closed you slowly let your lips slip.

Steve had been the first one to talk.

Something happens and I'm head over heels

I never find out until I'm head over heels

"Wow... that was... uh... that was." He was lost for words, he lifted his hand to his tingling lips. His finger lightly brushed where your lips had just been.

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away

"Yeah." You breathed.

"Y/n."

"Look I know, I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry... I should have asked for your consent... oh my God, I'm a perve, oh God."

"Hey, hey. Y/n." Steve firmly held your shoulders. "You are no perve. Don't ever say that."

And this is my four leaf clover

I'm on the line, one open mind

This is my four-leaf clover

You nodded your head vigorously. Hair falling in front of your eyes. Lifting his hand, Steve brushed the strands away.

"I wanted to do that for a while now?"

In my mind's eye

"Really?"

One little boy, one little man

"Hell yeah, Y/n... I don't know how to tell you this... but you've captured my heart." And with that Steve pulled you back in.

Lips to lips.

Chest to chest.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands around your waist.

Funny how time flies

~Present~

Yes funny how time flies. You smiled at the memory.

"Yo, Y/n." The sound of Eddie's fingers snapping on your face. Scared the shit out of you. Smacking the guy's hand away you glared at him.

"Thought you went all Chrissy on me for a second, there."

"Not getting rid of me that easily, Rocky," you smirked pushing past him.

With that, you two continued your journey. Almost missing the chime of a grandfather clock, echoing in the distance. 

[dragon-kazansky]

Nobody’s business

Gender neutral reader

Jake Lockley x Reader

Inspired by the song - Nobody’s business - Rhianna

Song choice by @couldnt-come-up-with-a-username

I just had to use Jake for this.

It was like an addiction. He always came to you, and you always let him in.

♡♡♡

The song had been playing that night in the club when you crossed paths with him. He was hunting someone, but you didn’t know that at the time. You could tell he wasn’t someone to fuck with. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he passed you. His eyes caught yours and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

His eyes were locked onto you the entire him he passed you. He turned away only when he was too far to keep looking. He knew where he was going. You watched him go. That night you were left wondering 2 things. Had he caught who he was after, and who was he?

You'll always be mine Sing it to the world Always be my boy I'll always be your girl Nobody's business Ain't nobody's business Ain't nobody's business But mine, and my baby

You saw the car. A white limo, sleek and shiny. It was parked across the road and you couldn’t help stopping to look at it. As far as cars go, it was a pretty sexy vehicle. Whoever owned that had to have a bit of money, surely.

The driver’s door opened and a man stepped out. Again, it was like all air from your lungs ceased to exist. Your eyes met his instantly. He was looking directly at you from across the street. He leaned against the door for the limo as he stood there, watching you.

You turned to look around and see if anyone else had noticed, but no one seems bothered. The people around you carried on walking, going about their business. When your eyes met his again, you found he was smiling this time.

Your heart stopped. You were certain of it.

The man pushes away from his door and walks to the door in the back. He opens it and looks back up at you. That was his invitation for you to get in. You could walk away right here and now, but you don’t. Your feet carry you across the street. You keep up the eye contact as you reach the door.

You’re so close to him. You can smell him. You can see every detail of his face. His lips twitch up into a grin. That’s when you climb into the back seat. He closes the door behind you and gets back into the drivers seat.

Your love is perfection Please point me in the right direction I'ma give you all my affection Every touch becomes infectious Let's make out in this Lexus There's no other love just like this A life with you I wonder, can we become love's persona?

That song is playing on the radio as he drives. You look at him as he drives the limo away from the crowds.

Though he gave you the sense of danger when you met him in that club, you don’t feel like you’re in danger with him. He meets your gaze through the mirror and he smiles again. Every time he looks at you, you forget what breathing is.

He soon parks the car up and climbs out. You remain in the back, not sure if you need to get out or not. Moments later the doors opens, but rather than giving you a chance to get out, he climbs in the back with you. You move over to give him room to share the seat with you.

In a swift movement he removes his cap and tosses it to the side. He looks at you with an intense gaze.

You’re not one to just fuck a stranger in the back of their car, but holy shit did this man have some kind of power over you.

You'll always be the one that I wanna come home to Girl, let me love you and show you how special you are I wanna be your baby, you'll always be my baby Tell me what you want

He drives you home after. Clothes askew, hair out of place, but never have you felt better. That man knew exactly what he was doing. Every touch, every whisper. The Spanish as you feeling all kinds of ways.

Jake Lockley. That’s his name. He told you specifically for the reason of wanting to hear you say it.

You said it alright.

He opens the door for you and helps you out of his limo. You stand there with your hand in his for a good few moments. You can’t seem to look away from him. You don’t want to look away from him.

Jake pulls you close and kisses you passionately right there. Your fingers bury themselves into his hair again. You want to keep going, but he stops you. He lets go of you with a smirk and climbs into the drivers seat.

You sigh and walk to your front door. You’re aware he doesn’t drive away. No, he waits for you to go inside before you hear his engine start. You hear him drive away from inside your home, all the while wondering if you would see him again.

And you would. Sooner than you thought.

Sing it to the world Baby give me time You gon' be my girl I wanna make you mine And it ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business Just mine, and my baby

Ain't nobody's business Said it, ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business

You’re playing that song out loud on your phone when there’s a knock on your door. That song was the only connection you had to your mysterious Jake. You open the door not sure what to expect, but when your eyes land on Jake, everything happens so quickly.

Your arms around his neck, he’s kicking the door shut with his foot. Your lips are in an intense battle with his own as you guide him all the way to the bedroom.

As you unbutton his shirt, you don’t acknowledge the blood staining his clothes. Your mind is too occupied with what he’s doing to you.

You can still hear the song playing in the background as Jake pins you down onto the bed. His name tumbles from your mouth over and over again.

Jake is still there in the morning.

You'll always be mine (Mine) Sing it to the world (World, baby) Always be my boy (Woo) You'll always be my girl, yeah Nobody's business (Nobody's business) Ain't nobody's business (Ain't nobody's business) Ain't nobody's business (Nobody) But mine and my baby

You wake up with your head on his chest. He has one arm around your body, the other under his head. He’s still asleep as you stare at him. His perfect features. The warmth he radiates.

Dangerous, yes.

Handsome, certainly.

Sexy, don’t you know it.

You’re not sure how you even got to this point, but you’re oh so thankful it happened. Jake was a just a coincidence that stuck around. You’re in love with the way he makes you feel just by looking at you.

He wakes up. Dark eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

You smile at one another.

He leans in and kisses you, just as passionately as all the previous kisses he had given you. You knew then and there that no matter where he showed up, you would always let him in. That you would always let him make you feel this way.

Jake Lockley made you feel so many things.

You would give in to him every single time.

[crystalelemental]

Unit Viability Speculation - February 2023

Palentine’s month came in with some high expectations I never really expected to go anywhere, but I figured I’d hit at least one.  Little did I know I hit two.  The most obvious two, but still, two.  The bad news is, literally every other aspect played out terribly.  I will not front.  I’m not satisfied with this month’s outcomes at all.  Like, at all.

SS Lysandre and Volcanion I’ll say it: Volcanion’s lame.  It looks dumb, it’s wholly irrelevant as a Pokemon with no interesting traits, and it’s set as either Fire or Water type, which we have too many of in the game already.  I don’t love this alt, which is a damned shame because holy shit my man looks good.

Volcanion got Water, and what’s endlessly comical to me is that they didn’t even make Steam Eruption important.  It’s just for utility, and has bad DPS for a 4-bar move.  No, his DPS is his Buddy move, which is also hilarious, in Hydro Pump, which is an AoE move that has the base power of a sync move.  The problem?  It only works if a foe is burned.  While he has Heat Wave for AoE burn, it’s a bad burn rate and his natural multipliers can’t make it work.  So he’s purely on Steam Eruption, then spam Hydro Pump.  Which works okay in CS where you can just keep the no status conditions effect off.  But in Gauntlet?  This man lives and dies entirely by whether the foe can be burned.  And I’m not going to front.  I don’t like Burn, so I have no idea who’s immune to it.  Uxie and Cobalion can become immune.  Lysandre has to use Steam Eruption alone on Bar 2 Uxie, and if he can’t take out Cobalion, the second half of that entire fight is a wash.  He can’t address Tornadus well.  If Moltres or Entei are immune to burn, they’re potential problems too, despite his advantage.  He’s weak to Rock so Regirock is a no-go.  I just...don’t know how I feel about the guy.

Grid gives him Furious Brain and a 50% chance to burn off Heat Wave to save some CS needs, but the rest is once again reliant on Burn.  I think my misgivings come from not knowing how much is Burn immune.  It could be fine.  But I don’t love that entire fights are outside his ability because of that.  Also, just putting it out there: the only interesting thing he does, debuffing Atk/Sp Def, is a 5/5 node.  No thanks, bro.

Anabel and Snorlax First, I need to know: does Anabel use Snorlax?  I don’t remember her using Snorlax, but also I don’t like Gen 7 so it’s been a while.  Either way, I hate the partner choice, it’s bad and should feel bad.  Second, why PokeFair?  I mean, it’s what Anabel deserves, but also I don’t think this unit’s that great, and I’m kinda stunned given that Looker is just a regular pool unit.

Headbutt with Aggravation is good.  Protect...exists.  Reflect...exists.  Trainer move buffs +2 attack, but also gives crit shield, status shield, and Light Screen.  ...okay.  She can GMax, so Max Replenish turns these 1MP moves into 2MP if nothing else.  She’s able to buff special defense by 1 every time an MP move is used, heals 50% HP when using her Max Move, and gains +20% to all stats when any field condition is active.  Note: absolutely nothing in her kit extends the duration of these effects.  PokeFair.  Melony.  Just saying.

Her grid hurts me physically.  Move Gauge Acceleration when a field effect is present and Synchro Healing 1 would be great tools, if they weren’t 5/5 locked.  But they are, so...  Healthy Healing is fine.  Quick Cure is nice.  Charging Infliction 2 is something I guess.  Durable on Trainer Move is fantastic.  Crit Squad 1 on Trainer Move is nice but insufficient to cap crit.  Shielded and Shielding Strikes are okay.  No built-in Vigilance, no gauge control, slow-ramping and potentially insignificant defense buffing, can’t cap any offensive stat, no extension of her myriad field effects.  I legitimately struggle to see Anabel’s status as a PokeFair.  This does not seem...particularly mind-blowing.  And I’m betting good money that grid will have energy issues regardless just trying to fix what she needs.  But hey, maybe the other one is good.

Emma and Crobat Hey kids, you like PokeFairs?!  Oh, and it’s Crobat!  Not Espurr.  For no reason.  Also Crobat is the first Pokemon to three major trainer appearances.  Gengar and Charizard could do it, but only because of MU’s eggmons.  Crobat has Koga, Janine, and now Emma for Triple Bat.  So it’s gonna be good, right?

Poison Fang!  No Hostile Environment!  Lucy!  Just.  Saying.  Potion!  On a Striker!  That’ll help!  Buddy move operates similarly to Lysandre, only working if the foe is Poisoned.  Now that one I know is bad.  Tornadus and Cobalion are right out, Uxie poses problems as well, and because she can’t even guaranteed Toxic by herself as a FUCKING POKEFAIR, teambuilding considerations exist.  Her Trainer Move is the only legitimately good thing about her, giving +4 speed to the entire team.  That, legitimately, helps.  Her passives also attempt to remove gauge considerations with Toxic Freebie...4.  Head Start 2 is an attempt at Fast Ramping, which some will love.  And her final gives guaranteed crit to her sync, which is nice, considering her buddy move also guaranteed crits.  She’s pretty free from setup costs, being 1MP for +4 attack and guaranteed to crit on every attack that matters.

Emma’s 5/5 grid is...really nice.  +1 evasion to the whole team per attack is great.  Ruthless Toxin is really good.  Toxic after sync is something, not too convinced it matters though.  Super Toxic is fun given her buddy move, being a great source of DPS in CS, but utterly worthless in Gauntlet where nothing is Poison weak.  Inertia and Ramming Speed are nice and synergistic.  There’s not too much of overwhelming value, but there’s good stuff.  She’s not too shabby, I just...really wish her DPS weren’t locked behind the foe being poisoned.  That’s going to really hinder her.  Like, severely.

Palentine’s Mallow Now that Mallow has an outfit I can respect, I can safely say I just don’t like Mallow.  I took one look at this and felt nothing but disappointment.  Shame she’s the support with Appletun.  Should’ve been Cheryl.

Mallow seems weird.  Dire Hit All+ is good, but her trainer move is +3 defense to the team and then move gauge recovery.  You know, like Lance and Rosa did.  I don’t know why that’s a thing.  Her Grass-type move is great, hitting -1 special defense per attack, but she doesn’t double up like Brendan, and her main designation is Dragon despite Dragon Pulse being terrible for a support.  Her passives are a buttload of healing, but all super conditional on her attacking, one pop heal of 50% when she’s under half HP, and Initial Synchro Healing 2, which is atrocious for a support, because your allies aren’t going to be significantly hurt by the time you bust that out for double damage.  She gets Hype Up 9 and Staggering 4 for Dragon Pulse, but (1) that’s the wrong attack move, and (2) that’s way too slow to build up special attack boosts.  She does get Vigilance and Revenge Boost 9, alongside Triage Tank 4 (not Team), but if it seems like I’m kinda glossing over Mallow it’s because I am.  I don’t like the partnership, this feels like Palentine’s Marnie and Bea all over again, but more in the Bea camp where the unit’s kinda bad.

Palentine’s Elesa Welcome to five alts, girl.  Togetic is an odd choice, but I guess it pairs with Winter Skyla’s Togekiss.  Metronome, Fly, Dire Hit+, and a trainer move that gives +3 to both offenses.  Not the best look.  Super Powered 5 is neat for her sync, but otherwise you’re rolling the dice on Metronome.  She does get +1 stack of both physical and special moves with each status move’s use, and guess what Metronome is.  Her grid even offers the boosted rate to all secondary effects, so the inclusion of moves like Rock Slide and Blizzard in its arsenal is wildly interesting.  It’s super luck reliant, don’t count on it, but random luck can sometimes pull through.  I don’t have a ton to say.  She’s a fairly standard Striker that lives for their sync nuke, but has a really interesting approach with Metronome shenanigans.

Lodge Morty Okay.  F2P support.  Boosts Special Attack and Crit.  Separately, but still.  This is unique.  Trainer move also boosts evasion and team speed, which is really useful.  Full Heal is situational, but can be clutch.  My misgiving is that Morty...has some issues because of his F2P designation.  Bad stats, mostly, but also he didn’t get Endurance.  Given low stats, this is a potential death sentence, given that others with much stronger and faster buffing kits have desperately needed that skill.  Morty takes 6 turns to fully cap all offenses, and I can pretty much promise he won’t survive that long.  You pick one buff or the other, and you ideally stick to it.  After that, you hope on some evasion, and aim for your 30% boosts to all stats per attack, with Healthy Healing and Ridicure as backup.  I won’t lie, I really like the buffing potential, but I can’t help but feel a little wary about the stats and lack of Endurance.  This won’t pan out so well in CS, but Gauntlet...maybe he’ll shine?

Common Grid War Act 14 I’m start Roark because I’m scared.  Standfast 3, 5, and 7.  Glad to know my fears were founded.  Pinpoint Entry, First Aid 4, and Sharp Entry aren’t bad, though.  Trainer Move getting gradual healing is great, and giving Follow-Through for potential sync is nice too.  Haymaker as a sync multiplier is divine.  He gets +1 physical moves up next on trainer move as well.  And Double Down 5 for good measure.  150% bonus sync damage, and his trainer move gives a lot of really nice effects now.  I can’t lie.  That’s...actually kinda good.  I’ll have to see how he plays, but he might just be the best Rock-type in the F2P pool now.

Maylene time.  Rock Smash On a Roll 1.  Natural Remedy.  Precision Pals on trainer move.  Pep Rally on trainer move, holy shit.  Quick Cure.  Superduper Effective 5 on Drain Punch for better healing?  Sterner Stuff, Safety Tether, and Unbending?  Those...are not bad at all.  Maylene realistically just wanted her MPRs to cap attack and crit, but she got some decent tools beyond that too.  Her trainer move giving speed is wildly helpful, as gauges were one of her biggest issues.  This is...pretty great.  I can’t lie.  I just wish she had a bit more healing potential as a support.  No Master Healer...hurts a bit.

Shauntal...please.  Please do neat stuff.  “Gritty 5 and Lessen Burn 9!”  Baller.  Endurance.  Ramming Speed, radical.  On a Roll 2, beautiful 60%.  Critical Eye 1 on trainer move, nice.  30% chance to burn foes when they hit her, nice.  Brain Sync 5, we take those.  I like it.  This seems like a metric ton of fun.

Grid Expansions Base Elesa gets Brawn Sync 5, Critical Eye 1 broadly, Standfast 9, and Fleet Feet 2 on her trainer move.  These are pretty reasonable effects.  I do think her overall power leaves a lot to be desired, since her sync was pretty awful and 50% isn’t fully salvaging that, but the remaining self-sufficiency and huge improvement to damage reduction in a single half-cost node is great.

Alder got Pinpoint Entry 1 and Brain Sync...2.  Wow.  Wow, okay, yeah, I’m gonna...I guess I’ll shut up about Anni Lillie now (lies).  Dismay is faster Devastation setup.  BOGO on Struggle Bug is...not worth it, but okay.  Impervious to block his own trainer move downside is okay.  Furious Brain for a move multiplier is hilarious.  It’s fine.  It’s all just fine.

Sycamore gets Quick Cure, Team Sharp Entry, Team Beef Up, and Freevenge 4.  Just...get it, man.  Team Sharp Entry was all I wanted to see, but even better gauge control and immunity to first trap to fuck over Entei?  Beautiful.

Miscellaneous Leon is bad with Gigantamax, and now we have Fire Damage Field, which means that much like Stealth Rock, this will be utterly useless and he would’ve been better off with just Sun.  Why the fuck doesn’t it inflict Trap on all foes?  That would’ve been something.

Oh and apparently there’s a Champion Select Scout at the end of the month, and Steven’s there.  Okay.

Oh, and we get regional Meowth in the eggs this month.  Galarian has Iron Head Aggravation which is nice, while Alolan has Bite Aggravation so not as good, and is probably better off taking the support for max speed.

Final Thoughts I’m crabby about this.  Volcanion is lame, no Looker alt, Emma and Anabel are PokeFair but legitimately don’t feel that great to me (though Emma’s DPS will likely change my tune), the Palentine’s alts aren’t all that exciting to me, and even the grid expansions feels decent but not all that exciting.  I dunno.  I know I set my expectations way too high, almost as a defense mechanism, but this...isn’t quite what I wanted.  At all.  Like I got the CS, but not Drasna, how did that happen?

But.  Anabel is here.  Which means she won’t be taking a spot in Alola.  Lusamine and Nihilego is back on the table.  Please, game.  Do not fail me there too.  Not like this.