#gamer quirks

[horizon-forbidden-sheesh]

HFW: Realistic Gameplay

I'm not sure how many people do this, but I like to approach my HFW gameplay to make the experience as realistic as possible. Here are a few of the considerations I keep in mind while playing to ensure my timeline is accurate to the game's storyline. :)

[⚠️ Warning! Some light spoilers are referenced ahead.]

ON SLEEP:

How long can Aloy reasonably go without sleep? Maybe 48 hours, but the high-intensity work she does requires dexterity & focus, so her accuracy & analytical abilities diminish the longer she's awake.

When she's desperate, or thiiiiis close to her goals, she likely gets tunnel vision, and gameplay gets a bit sloppier. (ie. Latopolis 😬)

Plus, the world is way more DANGEROUS for people at night! Humans are not a naturally nocturnal species, even if Aloy's stealth approach excels in the cover of darkness. She's also probably a little ~off~ in her circadian rhythm because she's one of a very few future humans exposed to blue light, lol.

ON FOOD:

Let's assume she's fed when she stays at any given settlement, but out in the wilds, she should be eating every day.

This means with a small food pouch, she can really only be out in the wilds for ~3 days without having to hunt her own meals. (Which no doubt, she can do, but do your really think Aloy has the time or patience to be cooking while she's saving the literal world? Nah.)

ON TRAVEL:

Along the way, I have to ask myself: how much does the side quest matter? How time-sensitive is it? Is it already on her existing route?

I try to WALK through settlements to A) not appear insane, B) accurately simulate the time she would actually spend there.

Can she really sprint all day long?? In this house, we jog. ("most humans can store about 20 miles’ worth of glycogen in their muscles." - NYT)

I don't love riding machines unless it's a long distance or an urgent situation. (ie. Sprinting back to the Base from Tilda's house) The reason for this is because:

A) you alert literally every machine around you, and I prefer to play a stealth approach

B) Riding is associated with Rebel activity, so you'd likely meet resistance from Tenakth locals.

C) not every path is cut out for riding (ie. On Lowland paths, her steed is likely too heavy & might get mired in the swamp / Riding in the Desert during the day, the metal would burn the everliving sh*t out of her.)

ON WEATHER:

In the Desert, I try to sleep during the day & travel at night. It's way too hot to be out during the height of day—even if it's around late October when she's there.

A little rain never hurt anybody, but major storms require cover & a wait-out period. I once got stuck in Sky's Sentry for half a day while I waited for an AETHER-driven storm to die down.

In my gameplay, it's November when Aloy turns up in Sky Clan territory (Yosemite Valley) which means it's freezing at night!

ON TIME:

I track calendar days while I'm playing to make sure I'm within GAIA's estimated ~3 month climate collapse timeline estimate. (Note that she doesn't give this estimate until Aloy discovers the Base, a little over 1 month into gameplay.)

Aloy is probably stuck in Stone's Echo for ~2 weeks healing her ribs. "Most broken ribs heal on their own within six weeks" (Mayo Clinic) But there's no way Aloy has that kind of patience. PLUS I'd bet big money when GAIA made her, she was given some cool genetic boosts that make her heartier than most naturally-born humans. In my game, I took her on some pretty chill missions back to Chainscrape afterward to give her more time to heal.

The game is literally set up to have us experience the seasons as we navigate the world over ~4-6 months!! (ie. The trees are changing color in Chainscrape when we begin in early Autumn / The Riverhymn side quest tells us it's the first of the winter bloom / There is snow in Yosemite Valley.)

From Embassy to Singularity, my gameplay took 132 Days (~4 months). I still have some side quests & errands to finish up, so if you try and complete all tasks before the Singularity, you're probably looking at 5-6 months total.

Okay, that's all I can think of off the top of my noggin, but I'd really love to hear if anyone else has some rad realistic constraints they like to add to the game! :)

[clownsuu]

I'M ABSOLUTELY NORMAL ABOUT YOUR MOB! HOWDY DESIGN........ so I'm just gonna leave it here and run away cuz I'm too embarrassed to post it on my acc (AND SORRY FOR THE LAST ONE I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY........)

got dAM JDHCHHDHDJ-

[punkeropercyjackson]

There's a Todomomo headcanon i've seen around that Shouto would use the fire side of his quirk to heat up his hands and be Momo's heating pad when she gets period cramps and it's cute and all but also i'm a Todomomo stan in an 't4t soulmateisms' way in literally every universe for them so the implication that Momo is afab instead of transfem always gives me So Much Fucking Psychic Damage regardless of context

[ringthecorabelle]

i dress to attract emeralds so that i can buy more goods to feed my starving family of minecraft killer rabbits 🩷

im on holiday!! going to a wedding heehe, i hope the food is nice :))

[catman-draws]

Chapter 5- Page 13

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[draco-kasai]

He stared blankly as the skeletal figure of the man walked away from him. His vision blurring, making the man look like a blob as he disappeared from his sight. His footsteps growing distant as the man continued to speak, apologizing and giving him suggestions.

"I know it's painful, but it's best to remain realistic." The man states as he opens a door. The green haired teen's continued silence caused the blonde man to sigh. Without any more words, he closed the door behind him with a soft click.

As though the sound had brought him back to reality, the teen began to tremble. Feeling his legs growing weak under him, he fell to his knees. Sobs wracked his body as he allowed his emotions to overflow.

"Why?" His broken voice croaked out, "Why is it so bad to be quirkless? Why am I considered so weak?" He asked the empty space of the surrounding roof.

The boy could feel the familiar feeling of anger bubble up within him. Instead of holding onto it, he let it out in angry cries that rattled his throat, "I'm human too damn it!! Just because I don't have a quirk doesn't make me less than!!"

The teen took in a deep breath and let out years worth of frustrations and anger out in a loud yell. His throat burning in protest even as he stopped to cough. His tears continuing down his freckled cheeks like streams of a river slowly began to trickle to a stop.

The boy curled into himself, numbly. His eyes itchy and irritated, throat scratchy and dry. He sniffled softly into his arm as he hugged his knees to his chest, "I just wanted to help people... I just wanted to be a hero..." He hid his face from the world, his body shuttering with tearless sobs, "Why can't I just be normal?" he asked himself as he closed his eyes.

Warmth, that's the first thing he was able to register. Warmth that enveloped his body in a comforting hug and beckoned him to fall back into slumber. But wait... wasn't he on a rooftop a few moments ago?

A gasp and a yelp, the teen sat up quickly to look around the room. It was both familiar and not at the same time. He didn't understand. The walls had posters hanging on their walls but none familiar despite the familiar faces. Quick steps rushing towards his room caused the teen to flinch and look up just in time to see the door burst open.

"Izuku, are you okay!?" Inko asked as he looked down at her son with worry in her green eyes. Izuku stared up at his mother with a bewildered look.

"Mom? Where am I?" Izuku asked confused

Inko's eyebrows scrunched up a little in equal confusion, "What do you mean, sweetheart? This is your room, are you alright baby? Did the fever get worse?"

As she spoke, Inko walked closer to place her hand on her son's forehead. A relived smile crossed her lips, her shoulders slumping, "Oh, thank goodness. It seems your fever has gone down. Perhaps you're just a little disoriented."

"A... fever?" Izuku asked, confused as he watched his mother pull his dark green curtains open. He didn't remember having a fever recently. He does, however, remembers being on the rooftop and an explosion. His body had reacted on instinct, and he ran for the stairwell.

Izuku could feel his body stiffen when he remembered tripping over a sidewalk. His eyes becoming blank upon recalling the way tiers screeched on the pavement and people yelled over him.

"Oh my, you must not remember much from the fever. You came home last night and had fallen ill, sweetheart. It was dangerously high last night. I was really worried, especially when I couldn't take you to a hospital because of the sudden storm that happened last night." Inko explained while she tied the curtains to keep them open.

Turning to face her son, she frowned in worry at how pale he looked. Worried he may feel nauseous, she grabbed the trashcan and placed it by his bed as she sat on the edge, "oh, honey, are you feeling any worse?"

"M... Mom I-" Izuku paused as he got a better look at his mother in the morning light. Her once dark forest green hair was as black as charcoal, "Y... your hair...?"

"Hm?" Inko ran a hand through her hair with a confused tilt of her head. Her eyes flickered down to her dark locks in her hand, "Is something wrong with it?"

Izuku stared at his mother for a silent moment before slowly shaking his head, "Ah... no... I just... I thought it was green." he states cautiously.

Inko let's out a soft snort before giggling, "Oh, my. Green?" She ruffled her son's hair, "Oh yeah, you're definitely not going to school today." With those words, she got up to her feet, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll bring you your breakfast, sweetheart."

Izuku watched his mom step out of the room in silence. The moment the door clicked closed behind him, he scrambled out of his bed and to his feet. He quickly rushed to look into the mirror he had on the back of his bedroom door. His eyes instantly landing on his hair.

Black.

Izuku's hair landed on his hair, gently tugging and pulling as he leaned in to stare at himself in the mirror, "What the fuck is happening?" Izuku mumbled to himself as he stared at his reflection. Everything about him was the same except for his hair, just like his mom.

Not to mention that memory... "I was so sure I died..." He murmured to himself as he slowly walked back to his bed. Plopping down to sit against his pillows, "Is this the work of a quirk? But then, why would they change our hair? This makes no sense..."

Green eyes looked up to look around the room once more. The morning light brightening up the room. All of his hero merchandise was gone and replace with something else. It looked like posters and figures of anime, along with bands and artists.

"Code Lyoko? Attack on Titan? Sailor Moon?" Izuku mumbled in confusion as he read out some of the anime posters. Relief flooded the young teen when he saw a familiar face, "The Wild Wild Pussycats... Wait... world Tour?"

Blindly, Izuku reached over for his phone. Once it was in his hand, he quickly turned it on and paused. His All Might background was replaced with a picture of himself and two unknown people. A boy with tired eyes and a girl with dyed pink hair. With growing confusion, Izuku unlocked his phone.

Opening google, he quickly looked up the hero team by name. His mouth falling open at the results, "Musical group...? Pop punk? Huh?!" Clicking one of the videos, Izuku sat on his bed dumbfounded as he watched the music video and listed to the catchy tune.

"Oh my god..." Izuku murmured to himself as he quickly opened google again and quickly looked up all of his favorite heroes.

Hawks - Keigo Takami a male model and singer

Endeavor - Enji Todoroki, a popular wrestler and actor

Best Jeanist - Tsunagu Hakamada a popular designer

Present Mic - Hizashi Yamada a radio talk show host, musical teacher and actor

Eraserhead - Aizawa Shouta a hard rock singer

All Might - Yagi Toshinori a wrestler and actor

Quirk /kwərk/ Noun 1.a peculiar behavioral habit.

Superpower /so͞opərˌpouər/ describes a state or supranational union that-

Izuku quickly shut off his phone and tossed it to the other end of his bed, only to watch it bounce and fall to the floor with a thud. Grabbing his pillow, Izuku let out a muffled scream. He knows the real identity of heroes, and they aren't heroes?! Quirks weren't powers either, and superpowers are things of fiction! What the fuck was happening? Where was he?!

"Izuku, I have your breakfast." Inko called as she carefully opened the door while balancing a bowl on a bed tray. As his mother set the tray on his lap, Izuku couldn't help but wonder if he died and was sent to some alternate version of his world, or if this was all the work of a quirk.

[lipstickontheglass1985]

in other words im abt midway through the witcher saga rn which means ill be able to participate in pointless internet discussions abt its content soon #yippee

[svtswhorehouse]

GAMER BF! WONWOO — nsfw

gamer bf! wonwoo who either plays at his desk in his gaming chair or on the couch, wherever it is, he's ALWAYS manspreading.

gamer! bf wonwoo who makes you sad whenever he PRETENDS to pay more attention to his games than you.

gamer bf! wonwoo who doesn't glance twice when you walk out into the living room wearing a pretty set of lingerie just for him (HE IS STRUGGLING, TRUST ME.)

gamer bf! wonwoo who somehow manages to still pay attention to his stupid video games even after you've positioned yourself between his legs on the floor.

gamer! bf wonwoo who promises he'll make you feel good after he plays this round when you rest your chin on his knee and look up at him with the cutest puppy dog eyes.

gamer bf! wonwoo who lied. it in fact was not this round, but a couple more rounds after.

gamer bf! wonwoo who can sense you're growing impatient, but is only making you wait because it turns him on whenever you're being bratty.

gamer! bf wonwoo who will quirk an eyebrow whenever you whine his name impatiently, but still just won't look and you and it's driving you insane.

gamer bf! wonwoo who clenches his jaw when he feels your hand creeping up his thigh and closer and closer towards his growing erection in his sweats.

gamer bf! wonwoo who tells you to be patient, knowing that you won't listen to him.

gamer! bf wonwoo who tries not to show the effect you're having on him and groans when you grope him through his pants.

gamer bf! wonwoo who finally snaps and throws his headset off in anger, but hey, at least now he's looking at you.

gamer bf! wonwoo who grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you in for a heated makeout session, leaving you gasping for breath and lips plump after.

gamer! bf wonwoo who wastes absolutely no time and pushes all of himself into your mouth, up until he can feel your nose against his pelvic bone.

gamer bf! wonwoo who takes control, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he thrusts in and out of your mouth until he's cumming down your throat.

gamer bf! wonwoo who places his hand over your mouth to make sure you swallow and calls you a good girl when you do.

gamer! bf wonwoo who wastes no time and rips your lingerie, causing you to yell at him, but he doesn't care because you shouldn't have riled him up in the first place.

gamer bf! wonwoo who takes you right then and there on the comfy sofa in your living room.

gamer bf! wonwoo who positions you on top of him, sliding you down onto his cock before he leans back with his hands behind his head.

gamer bf! wonwoo who quirks an eyebrow at you when you look all confused.

gamer bf! wonwoo who asks "what are you waiting for," like the cocky little shit that he is.

gamer ! wonwoo who finds it hard to hold in a groan when you start to move up and down on his cock at a quick pace, desperate to get off.

gamer bf! wonwoo who rolls his eyes at you and laughs when you start to whine and tear up because your legs are getting tired, but it feels too good to stop.

gamer bf! wonwoo who makes you beg him to take over because he wants to hear how badly you need him to be able to cum.

gamer bf! wonwoo who FINALLY gives in and places both his hands firmly on either side of your waist before thrusting up into you at an inhuman speed.

gamer bf! wonwoo who litters kisses all over your neck when his pace catches you off guard and you fall closer towards his chest.

gamer! bf wonwoo who has you screaming his name because he keeps on hitting that gummy spot inside of you every single time.

gamer bf! wonwoo who mutters words of degradation into your ear, only causing you to moan louder at how filthy he's making you feel.

gamer bf! wonwoo who's mouth latches onto your nipple, slowly teasing it with his teeth, causing you to arch your back and tell him how good it feels.

gamer bf! wonwoo who makes you cum again and again and again until you're overstimulated and crying because he claims that this is what you asked for since you were too impatient to wait.

gamer bf! wonwoo who makes you cockwarm him after everything is over and you're too sensitive for another round, while he continues to play his game.

gamer bf! wonwoo who only then realizes he forgot to mute his mic and all his gaming friends heard what was going on.

gamer bf! wonwoo who has to deal with you yelling and swatting at him a few hours later when you find out while he just stands there sheepishly thinking that you're cute when you're mad.

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

Imagine bakugou with someone who has a mad strong quirk and yet has no intention of being a hero, like bro can reshape reality or something and just wants to be a magazine editor or something would that drive him crazy or what

Oh yes, it would! Here's my take on this.

He's known you since childhood. Your quirk? Gamer.

It's extremely rare, so less than two per cent of the population has it. You can basically manipulate anything to your will, and every day, you have to complete tasks to gain new abilities.

He's always at your door after a training session to ask how much he's levelled up, and you would look at him with a dorky smile every time and say. "Why don't you get some rest?"

Time flows by, and soon the both of you are in high school. This is the time when your choices today mould your future.

"The hell? Whaddya mean yer not gonna apply to UA?" He snarled, but his words had a cushion to it. He was only ever soft with you, and everyone knew it.

"I just! I dunno Kats...I don't feel like the hero life is for me. You get what I'm saying?" You fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you looked up at him. His carmine eyes bore into yours.

"No, I don't. How can you throw away something so useful? Look at you, Y/n! You've been gifted, and there's only one thing to do with a powerful quirk like that!" He was trying to convince you. You knew it.

But this was all too pressuring. Everyone expected something more from you, always, and it was just too overbearing.

"It's just too much. I just want to live my life the way I choose." You looked up at him with teary eyes.

Bakugou clenched his fists, his frustration evident, but he didn't lash out. Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to understand. "But you could be one of the greatest, Y/N. Yer stronger than most pros out there. Why waste that?"

You sighed, shaking your head. "It's not a waste if I'm happy, Kats. I just wanna be an author and own my own bookstore. Maybe write a couple of articles for the daily news. I just wanna do something along that line."

He sighed and cupped your face, wiping away a stray tear.

"Fuck, don't cry." He sighed and closed his eyes. "As long as yer happy I guess..." he grumbled as you wrapped your hands around him. "Could always be a hero, though. If ya decide to change yer mind lemme know."

You sniffled, bringing up a hand to hold his that was still on your face. "Let's go for some ice cream, kay?" He asked in an attempt to cheer you up.

Your eyes brightened upon hearing those few words leave his mouth. You cheered silently and hugged his waist tightly, causing the blond to flinch and begrudgingly wrap an arm around your waist.

"Bakugo and Y/n sitting in a tree," one of his goons started to chant, and Bakugo's hands started sparking.

"YOU FUCKING EXTRA GET BACK HERE."

School is just stress on my head right now. My brain is so fried, but here's what my remaining two braincells pulled together cause they wanted fluff 🤦‍♀️ here Anon hoped you like it <3 and please ignore any grammatical errors. This was not proofread *cries in academic struggle*

[d1s1ntegrated]

shigaraki bf hcs pt 1

he is so chronically online. he def has a reddit account

one time he called you a beta during a fight and then immediately cringed at himself

he loves being called pretty, or pretty boy. he won't admit it but it does things to him to hear his s/o say such nice things about him

he definitely has a thing for thiccer girls cause every incel gamer boy does, come on now. be real. every gamer has a thing for thighs

speaking of thighs, he loves to lay on your lap and play on his switch or sometimes his ds.

he's basically nocturnal

his favorite drink is the ORIGINAL monster energy. like straight up battery acid

he texts like it's 2002. says shit like xD, blep, rawr, :P, etc.

whimpers

loves watching you do your makeup/skincare, and will ask you to do his (your lotion feels nice on his skin)

his hair is so soft but tangles so easily and you have to brush it out cause he'll forget to

once joked about you getting under his desk, (wink wink) and when you did it, he had an anxiety attack cause he didn't believe you actually would

biter. not even sexually, he just bites a lot, probably out of cuteness aggression but maybe he's just weird.

when he realized the two-fingered gloves work to stop his quirk from activating, he held your hand for a full day. like he dragged you everywhere.

so so so clingy and paranoid, needs lots of reassurance

metal head for sure.

has the kitty gaming headphones and isn't even ashamed

little spoon ;-; also one time u scratched his back to help him fall asleep and now you HAVE to scratch his back EVERY NIGHT otherwise he won't fall asleep.

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen react to their s/o being a passionate gamer

requested by @boybigirlhi ! "gamer" is a broad term but really, this is focused more on mario kart than anything else 😭

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seungcheol, seungkwan

this game is NOT a joke and you need to GET YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT and not just go YELLING like a banshee, okay???? berates you for yelling too loud bc you're messing with his concentration. if you're playing against each other then it definitely works in your favour but if you're on the same side then he'll physically try and hold you down even whilst holding the controller bc he needs you to Sit Still goddamnit otherwise you're gonna lose the game!!!!! still loves that you're really passionate about it tho. discusses strategy with u pre-game and then despairs at how all the strategy goes out the window at the end

jeonghan, joshua, junhui, vernon

just. just thinks that it's really fucking cute tbh :3 watching you bounce about all happily and trash talking the other players with the biggest smile on your face makes him grin so hard because there's something so adorable about your competitive happiness. let's you do whatever you want and will just quirk an eyebrow and smile as you jokingly boo him for how badly he's losing to you rn. and even when you're all riled up and yelling competitively like a maniac he can't help but laugh because sue him, he really is just so in love with everything about you

hoshi, woozi, mingyu

“nonono don't apologise, stay snapped, STAY SNAPPED PLS WE NEED THIS”. he's always unnecessarily invested when playing mario kart, especially when you're playing as a pair against the other members. he would absolutely appreciate you getting all riled up. encourages it, in fact, and will even intentionally goad the other players if it means that he can get you to snap and go all out on them. originally was really surprised by how you'd suddenly just snap and start playing rlly aggressively in mario kart before quickly realising that was a Bonus if you were playing together and did his best to tell you to stay!!!! fucking!!!!! snapped!!!!! 

wonwoo, minghao, dokyeom, chan

honestly, he gets it, this is the essence of the game. ofc you're gonna be screaming like a maniac. that's what mario kart makes people do, yk?? he literally does not mind at all and just lets you do whatever you want, which leads to the two of you having some of the loudest games known to mankind. wonwoo and minghao just laugh and don't bat an eye. chan doesn't even register your screams. and dokyeom is definitely full-on screaming along with you. hey, it's a fun game, and also definitely a great stress reliever! even if you're both so competitive that every game ends on an argument over whether the winner really did win fair and square,,,, 

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[horizon-forbidden-sheesh]

Writing Process: Preamble

*Ahem* SO! I was recently honored with a question about my organization process for writing. And, boy howdy, am I just tickled pink to tell you! I've never felt so seen!! Let's do this thing.

Let me start by sharing that IRL, I'm a copywriter/project manager for print & digital design work. So when I started writing my first-ever fic, I organized it much in the same way I would a website build.

But tbh, when I started The Marshal, I didn't really know I was writing a fic. In fact, I was only working through my typical video game process. In that I'm extremely anal note-taker, and it's just the way I live my regular-degular life. All my books are annotated to the Nth, I’ve been keeping a (rather inconsistent) diary since I was 17, and I’m a religious bullet journal-er with very specific journal preferences (grid paper, always).

My practice of video game note-taking goes all the way back to drawing maps of Luigi's Mansion as a kid to try and optimize my speed runs, and progresses into tracking daily decisions for BG3. I’ve also got entire pages in my bullet journal dedicated to developing backstories for all my Cult of the Lamb cult members, and my Notes app has several installments of history & lore from various Civ V games. It’s simply how I prefer to play.

(Side note: No, I am not technically diagnosed with anything. Yes, I have found myself in repetitive, furious spirals, tearing out pages of my notebook over-and-over when the map I HAD to draw in pen was not 'perfect.' 💁🏻Is this OCD?🦋 Who knows. Who cares.)

Game Timelines have always fascinated me, pretty much since Ocarina of Time. I want to know how exactly long something took, what order it happened in, and whether it's technically 'feasible' within the parameters of the game. Peep my post about 'realistic' gameplay for more deets.

Mostly, I was trying to track where I 'camped' each night, because it was SUPER IMPORTANT that the events of the game took place within the ~3 month timeline GAIA sets before the environment collapses (super casual). So, the notes from my first play-through looked like this.

And then I met Kotallo.

And I started drafting journal entries from Aloy's POV to explore the internal monologue behind all those ✨faces✨ she was making.

(These ones. Infinite credit to @Diviner-Alva for doing the LORDT'S WORK.)

They looked like this:

If you've read 'The Marshal,' you'll notice some similarities.

After a few weeks of gameplay, I was pushing 20k words in 'journal entries,' and it just... wasn't cutting it. That was around the time I knew I had an bona fide obsession on my hands.

Writing exclusively in Aloy's POV left out SO MUCH OF THE STORY that was developing in my li'l head alongside my gameplay. I was imagining a whole burgeoning, slowburn romance as I picked my way across the Forbidden West. It mirrored the side quests (That Talanah convo??) and overall themes of HFW perfectly. (Also, um, the consistent controller rumble during the Scorcher cut scene?? Like, WTF? You're telling me Geurrilla didn't know EXACTLY what they were doing? Pfft.)

I can't tell you when exactly I finally took to the internet to feed my hyperfixation, but let me tell you that it was my first time discovering Ao3, and I spent the summer of 2022 devouring every fic in the Aloy/Kotallo tag. I felt like I had finally found my people. It even worked for a while! But the story playing in my head didn't exactly match any of the stories 1:1, and I realized after a while that no one else could write MY headcanon.

Still, there's a TON of overlap in a few of them: Medicine by HIMLuv is by far the closest, and my personal fave. I love basically everything Garbage_Dono has written. Obviously, I've developed a massive crush on Pikapeppa. (How does she do it so FAST? *awe, amazement, un poco envy*) There are some truly incredible writers out there, and I'm genuinely grateful to every one of them for creating a foundation that gave me the permission I needed to finally fucking WRITE. I denied myself fanfic for probably 20 years, imagining all the ways I would be ruthlessly mocked if anyone ever found out. I've had a-lot-a-lot of shame blocks to work through as I've been writing over the past year, and this story about opening up and trusting others feels deeply personal in a way I can't quite put into words.

That's how I made the decision to begin adapting the journal entries into a more organized fic. So, I started my second play-though and created this account around that time. It would be probably be another ~6 months before I got drunk enough to just press 'publish' on the first chapter in April of this year, over a year after the game came out.

Every other reference tool I've made, I created along the way. I intended to post more of them here on tumblr, but hey. Life Happens.™ And even tho it feels like the fandom had moved on post-DLC, there's still pleeeeenty of time. 😘

Anyway, I'm gonna clip this here, and get more into the weeds on organizational tools in another post. But it felt like I needed to talk about this first, because when I started really writing in the Fall of 2022, I already had a lotta documents under my belt that I needed to wrangle.

If you got to this point, thanks for reading this entirely self-indulgent post.

xo, Sheesh. 🖤

[enha-stars]

✧ the love game

pairing: gamer!heeseung x reader (fluff, smut)

summary: heeseung loves his video games, but he loves you a whole lot more

warnings: fluff, kissing, sex, p in v, riding, oral (f rec.), cockwarming, minor exhibitionism, unprotected sex (don’t), overstimulation, mdni

you stumbled through your front door, feet aching as you dropped your bag on the floor. you glanced around the dark room as you breathed in the familiar scent of your apartment, giddiness filling your chest. 

it had been a tough day–no, a tough week. everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. you were tired and a bit hungry, and all you wanted was to shower and lay down with heeseung. it was finally friday, which meant you could sleep in and not worry about the next day.

you kicked off your shoes and tossed your jacket to the side. your lips quirked upwards when you heard the sound of heeseung’s laughter from your bedroom and you quietly walked to him, hoping he was finishing a game. 

you pushed open the door and leaned against the door frame, your eyes falling on a familiar figure. heeseung sat in the dimly lit room, fully immersed in the world of gaming. his fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard and his eyes were fixed on the screen as he mumbled into the mic attached to his large headphones. your eyes softened at the sight, warmth flickering in your chest. 

you quietly chuckled and shook your head, walking further into the bedroom. when heeseung played, sometimes, he was completely disconnected from the real world. like now, for example, he hadn’t heard you come in so when you rested your hand on his shoulder, he flinched and screamed. 

“fuck!” he turned his head to you, eyes wide as his fingers stilled. “you scared me.” at your grin, his surprise settled and his eyes softened, a gleam of happiness shining in them. he smiled at you and your heart squeezed at the sight of his soft smile; the way his lips stretched and his cheeks filled. 

you smiled down at him and he paused his game, muting his mic as he slipped off the headset. he turned his chair slightly and brought his hands up to your waist. 

“baby, you’re home.” he looked up at you and you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. he smiled against your lips and the heaviness of the week slowly began to melt away. “welcome home. how was your day?” 

you shook your head and stood straighter. “it was certainly a day.” heeseung frowned at the exhaustion in your eyes and he squeezed your hips once. “i’m gonna go shower. i’ll be back.” 

heeseung nodded and pressed a kiss to your clothed stomach. you ran your hand through his hair once before stepping away. he watched you strip as you walked to the bathroom through the reflection of his computer scream, shaking his head to rid the racing thoughts. 

he picked up the headset and unmuted his mic, rolling his eyes when jay chastised him for just leaving mid-way. instead of answering, he started a new game and immersed himself in the bright colours and characters. 

you slipped into the shower and sighed in relief as the warm water washed all the day’s dirt away. you scrubbed your body and washed your hair, eyes softly shut. you could hear heeseung’s laughter and yelling and it brought you a sense of immense comfort. 

you turn off the shower and grab your towel, wrapping it around yourself. a part of you wonders what would happen if you toss the towel and just walk into your bedroom naked. there’s a need bubbling in your chest and as you slip on one of heeseung’s old shirts, you wonder how long you’d have to wait for heeseung. 

you step out of the bathroom and shake your head, running your fingers through your hair. your eyes land on heeseung’s back and the way his fingers dance across the keys, fast and precise. you bite your bottom lip as you stare at his fingers; long and veiny and skilled. 

you toss the towel to the side and make your way to him, hoping he’d understand the need in your eyes. because your week had been so busy, you hadn’t really seen a lot of your boyfriend. you missed him, and you needed him to hold you. you wanted to fall asleep in his arms and not worry about your alarm. 

heeseung doesn’t notice as you approach him, too busy staring at the screen as he tries and saves riki’s character. “for fucks sake, we’re going to lose,” he mumbles into the mic, eyes fixated on the screen. 

“hee,” you quietly say. you put your hand on his shoulder and the corners of his lips turn upwards at your voice. he side-eyes you and you squeeze his shoulder. “are you almost done?” 

he turns and looks at you for a brief second, smiling widely at your freshly showered face and his gaze drops as he takes you in; standing before him in nothing but his shirt. “almost, baby. you wanna lay down and i’ll join you in a bit?” 

you bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head. “can i just be near you?” 

instantly, heeseung’s eyes soften and his heart breaks a little, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and lay with you on the bed. he lifts his fingers from the keys and rolls his chair back. he looks up at you with wide, shiny eyes and you smile at him as you straddle him. 

heeseung sighs softly when you put all your body weight on him, your chest pressed against his as your arms circle his neck. he wraps one arm around your lower back and pushes you flush against him, breathing you in. “i missed you today, y/n.” he tries not to pay attention to the way your shirt–his shirt– lifts up and your bare legs and pussy rest on top of his sweatpants. 

you tucked your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder and closed your eyes, contentment filling your chest. you pressed a soft kiss to his neck and smiled when his skin erupted with goosebumps.

“i missed you too, hee.” 

heeseung kissed your forehead before he began playing again, mumbling soft curses to jake and sunghoon who teased him at his softness. you breathed his scent in, love filling your heart as heeseung kept quiet, only mumbling and whispering in the mic, afraid he’ll hurt your ears if he screams. 

as heeseung continued to play, you ran your hands through his hair, playing the hair on the nape of his neck. you kept your eyes shut and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck and jaw every time his body tensed in frustration. whenever he didn’t need both of his hands on the keyboard, he kept on on your lower back, drumming his fingers against your skin. 

you open one eye and peak at the time, sighing softly as you shift a bit of your weight. as you moved, your bare pussy rubbed against heeseung’s bulge and you both quietly sighed, your breath hitching. 

heeseung’s quiet ranting came to an end and he squeezed your hip once before he went back to playing his game. you, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on anything but the heat that spread through your body. 

you began kissing heeseung’s neck feverishly, sucking on his skin as he shifted below you, rubbing his hardening dick against your cunt. you pressed your hips down and began grinding down on him, unable to control yourself.

“baby,” heeseung murmured, squeezing his eyes shut as you rubbed yourself against him, your wetness soaking through his sweatpants. he muted his mic as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, lost in the bliss. you were tired and needy and you wanted him so badly. “i’m almost done, i promise.” he tried not to jerk his hips upwards. 

you removed one of his headphones from his ear and pressed your lips against the shell of his ear, your breath tickling his skin as he stilled. you pussy was wet and you had gotten all your juices on his sweatpants, not a single care in the world. 

“i want you, hee. i need you.” you kissed the skin below his ear and his dick twitched. his fingers slowed and the characters all blurred together at your words. “please.” 

heeseung moved his head back and almost threw his keyboard off the table at the look on your face; your plump, bitten lips and wide eyes. he knew that you had been having a bad week and he wanted to make it all go away, but you just needed to be a little patient. 

you both stared at each other for a few seconds before he moved his head towards you and kissed your lips softly. you tightened your arms around his neck and pressed your hips down on him, trying to keep his lips on you. 

he pulled away and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, kissing your nose softly. “just a little bit more, angel. i can’t leave the game without getting banned so just wait a little, kay?” 

you nodded and he smiled at you. “then, i’ll give you everything you want.” his words were low, raspy as his lips hovered yours. 

“hyung, where are you? we’re literally dying.” you heard sunghoon’s agitated voice through the headphones. 

before he could unmute his mic, you moved your head back and one of your hands trailed from the back of his neck to his throat. you lightly pressed down on his throat as he looked up at you, need burning in your eyes. 

“what is it, baby?”

you swallowed and looked away from him, suddenly a bit shy. heeseung spread his legs further and smirked when your eyes widened at the feeling of his dick pressed flush against your pussy. he had a feeling that he knew what you wanted, but he still wanted you to ask. 

“take your time,” you said. “but can i… can i sit on it?” 

heeseung tilted his head, his mind going numb at the softness of your voice and the dirtiness of your words. he squeezed your hips and moved your hips up and down his legs once before he nodded. this was the least he could give you. 

“go ahead, baby. take it out.” he slightly lifted your legs as you eagerly pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down and pulled his semi-hard dick out of his boxers. he hissed when you wrapped your fingers around him and watched as you guided the tip to your soaking pussy. 

he watched with heated eyes as you lifted yourself off him, letting your slick coat his dick before you lowered yourself on him. you moaned in his ear as he slid in, stretching you out and filling you up. 

“fuck, baby,” heeseung whispered, eyes sewn shut. “you’re sucking me in.” 

you fell into his body as the base of his cock hit your core, taking him completely. the feeling of being stretched felt so good and all you could do was tuck your face into the crook of his neck, biting back a sob. 

he softly kisses your forehead. “try not to make too much noise, okay?” he unmuted his mic when you nodded, smiling when your pussy clenched around his cock. he was often the one to ask you to cockwarm him as he played but this time, it was you who asked. 

“hey guys,” he greeted, quietly. still mindful of his volume. he grinned when all of the other boys started yelling at him, reprimanding him for leaving when he did. 

as heeseung continued to play, you kissed and bit his neck, sucking to soothe his skin. you tried to ignore how wet you were, trying to ignore the mess you were making on him and his chair as you slowly rotated your hips. at the friction, your pussy gushed and heeseung rubbed your back, knuckles turning white as he tried to control himself. 

your entire body was on fire and you needed more. his cock stretched you out well but you needed to feel him everywhere; needed him to fill you up and make you cry. 

slowly, you started moving. lifting your legs a bit, you began fucking yourself on his cock. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to silence your whines as his long, girthy cock slid in and out of you. 

your head fell back onto his chest and you bit his shoulder, holding onto his neck tightly as you used all your strength to ride him. his cock twitches against your sensitive walls and you almost cry out. one of his hands grips your waist protectively, offering help in any way he can. 

you moved hastily on his lap, and his hold on your waist helps lift you up and down, guiding you closer to your orgasm. his hand goes to your ass and he grips it, moving his hips with you. once he begins fucking into you, you bite his shoulder harder and dig your nails into his skin, trying not to make a sound.  

your thighs begin to shake and your cunt clenches around heeseung’s rock hard cock. he isn’t really paying attention to the game as he fucks his cock into you, loving the sounds your juices as they spilled all over him. 

your breathing in his ear becomes erratic and broken and he knows you’re close. he mutes his mic once again and brushes his lips against your ear. “go ahead and cum, pretty baby. you’re doing so well.” 

his words were enough to push you over and your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts into you, his hips meeting yours forcefully as his tip hits just the right spot. your vision blurs as you moan out his name. your body stills as your pussy starts to uncontrollably flutter around his dick and your cries consist of his name and his soft grunts of praise. 

your release washes over you and you fall against his body, whines leaving your mouth as he continues to slowly thrust into you, making your ride out your orgasm as he cums inside you, filling you up. his cum is warm as it mixes with yours and he throws his head back as you begin to suck on his adam’s apple, eyes teary at the overstimulation. 

“fuck, baby,” he whispers. he continues slowly thrusting into you, ignoring the slight pain in his cock. the need to pump his cum back into you is stronger than anything, and that’s why he unmutes his mic. “sorry guys, i’m leaving.” he doesn't wait for an answer as he leaves the game, ignoring the warning that flashes on screen. 

he throws his headphones across the room and grips your waist tightly, panting into your shoulder as you both catch your breath. after a moment, heeseung lifts his head and grips your chin, making you look at him.

your eyes are watery and your bottom lip is swollen; but you’re so incredibly beautiful to him. he cups your cheek and smashes his lips against yours, dick twitching in your pussy as you grip onto his shirt tightly, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. 

tongues and teeth smash together as the sounds of your lips smacking and juices echo through the room. when heeseung pulls away, a string of spit connects your lips and he instantly presses his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip. 

“your game?” you ask quietly, eyes on his lips. heeseung smiles dumbly at you, the right corner of his lips curving upwards as his round eyes shine with love. 

“how could i focus on my game with your tight pussy clenching around me, baby?” your neck heats at his words and he brushes his nose against yours. “you’re more important than all my games, y/n.” he licks your neck and bites your ear lobe. “all my attention is yours now, baby.”

before you could say anything, heeseung swiftly places his hands under your thighs and lifts you up. you squeal and wrap your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist. his dick is still in your pussy and as he walks to your bed and plops you down on your sapphire sheets. 

his body follows yours until your back is on the bed and his knees are in between yours. you stare up at him with such wide, loving eyes that he can’t help but kiss you. the kiss is sloppy and hungry as he slips his tongue into your mouth and caresses every crevice. you pull him flush against you and moan into his mouth when his cock slides out of your pussy, cum dripping out of your cunt. 

heeseung pulls away and pulls off his shirt, grinning at the way you stare at his toned chest and broad shoulders. he stares at you as he pulls off his sweatpants, licking his lips when he tosses his boxers somewhere across the room. 

you stare at him with intense lust and love in your eyes, arms stretched out as he crawls into them, kissing your forehead. he looks down at you and grabs the edge of your shirt before raising an eyebrow. you nod once and he takes the shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him. 

he stares at your naked body below him and his cock twitches. he says nothing when your delicate hands wraps around his shaft, squeezing once. “speaking of games,” heeseung leans down, hand on either side of your head. “should we play one? the love game.” your eyes widen in confusion and he grins. 

“i’ll start.” he brings his lips to your eyes and kisses your eyelids. “i love your eyes.” 

you open your eyes and smile brightly at him. “really, hee?” he grins at you, teeth on display as he shrugs. 

“let me play my favourite game.” 

you roll your eyes and bite your tongue, secretly loving this stupid game he had come up with a while ago. you lay there as he kisses your entire face, his soft lips lingering on your cheeks and neck. 

“i love your face.�� 

“thanks,” you tease, pinching his nose. “i’m glad.” he smiles against your skin before he lowers his hips and grinds his hips against yours, his dick pressing against your cunt. you whimper at the feeling and he nips your jaw.

his lips trail down until he captures one of your nipples in his mouth. your back arches and you grab his hair, pulling as he sucks and probes your nipple. one of his hands grabs your other nipple and he pinches it, rubbing the bud when you cry out. 

he kisses your breast before he sucks the other nipple, spending the same amount of time just sucking and nibbling. your hands are in his hair and he loves it when you pull the strands a bit harder than usual. 

he releases your nipple with a pop and presses an open mouth kiss to your cleavage before looking up at your hazy expression. “i love your tits.”

your hands are still in his hair as his lips trail down your body and he kisses and licks your stomach. as he gets closer to your core, your body heats up. you try to squeeze your thighs together but he’s holding on to them tightly. 

“i love your body.” 

his nose brushes down your abdomen as he spreads your legs further apart and buries his face in your cunt. you cry out his name and pull at his hair when he licks a harsh stripe of your core, pressing his face closer to your cunt as he licks and sucks new and old juices. 

“hee, hee,” you pant. “please.” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but heeseung seems to know. of course he does, he knows your body and you better than you do. 

the sounds of slurping and his lips smacking around your clit made your legs shake as his nose pressed so deliciously against you. “i love how you taste.” 

you pull at his hair as he lifts his head, your slick coating the lower half of his face. you stare at him with half-lidded eyes as he licks his lips and coats his ring finger in your juices before licking his fingers clean, staring intently at you. 

you moan at the sight and he simply stares at you as he sensually sucks your slick off his fingers. 

“i love how wet you are, how wet i can make you.” 

“heeseung,” you whisper. it’s too much. he’s too much. your legs feel weak and your sweaty but you need him in you again. 

he smiles at you and he looks like the devil; with his hair all unruly and his eyes wide with lust but a soft precious smile on his sinful lips. he kisses your inner thighs before kissing up your body. when he reaches your collar bones, he bites your neck softly. 

“i said i’d give you everything you wanted.” his lips hover yours and you tilted your head up, trying to capture his lips, but he lifts his head. “so, tell me. what do you want?” 

you sigh and throw your head back on the bed, heaving. your entire body was on fire and your orgasm was on the brink of release. all you needed was him. 

at your wide eyes and pout, heeseung kissed you and gently cupped your cheek. he rubbed your cheek gently before brushing his nose against yours. “tell me, baby. what do you need right now?”

“you,” you whispered. “need you to fuck me again, hee. please.” you sounded so pretty, so polite as you asked him to fuck you. 

heeseung had no choice but to comply. instead of teasing you, knowing you couldn’t handle it, he simply kissed your cheek. “good girl, asking so well.” 

you shut your eyes as he lined himself against your entrance, using your slick to wet his cock. he spread your thighs further apart and watched intently as he pushed his head in, smiling at the way your cunt sucked him in. “i love how well you take me, baby.” 

slowly, he pushed the rest of his dick inside you and whimpered at the feeling of your warm gummy walls clenching around him. “i love how tight you are,” he whispered. 

“fuck,” you breathe quietly as his cock slides so easily into you, filling you up once again. your breathing staggers and you try your best to keep your eyes open. 

heeseung grits his teeth together as his eyebrows furrow. he wants to slam into you, make you cry out, but he wants this to be about you. he tries to steady himself and slowly rocks his hips against yours, loving how soft and warm you feel wrapped around him. 

your whines and moans get louder as heeseung’s pace quickens, unable to help himself. your perked nipples rub against his chest and your eyes water at the sensitivity of it all. 

“you’re filling me up so well, hee.” you ramble, nails digging into his back. “i love it so much.”

heeseung leans his head down and presses his lips harshly against yours, swallowing your moans and breathy words. “i love you so much,” he mumbles against your lips. when he pulls away, both of your lips are wet and swollen. 

he rests his forehead against yours as he slams into you. “listen to how wet you are, baby. you feel so good.” 

“feels good,” you agree, mind hazy with pleasure. the bed shakes from under you as your sticky bodies press against each other. 

“yeah?” he licks the skin beneath your ear. “feels good? like how i fuck you, baby? how my cock stretches you out?” 

you can only nod eagerly, knowing he understands exactly how you’re feeling. and he does, he knows exactly how you’re feeling because he can feel it. the way your pussy is sucking him in, making it harder to slide out, the way your nails are digging into this back. 

he presses his hand on your lower stomach, grinning wickedly as he feels his cock deep within you. at the pressure, you cry out and grip his wrist. you look up at him with watery eyes and he fucks you harder, tearing through your body. 

“so–so close,” you whisper, tasting your climax on your tongue. “hee.” 

heeseung cooes at you and kisses your nose as he pounds into you and your whines turn into sobs as your orgasm washes over you, making your head fuzzy as your legs shake. he continues to fuck you, the squelching sounds only enticing him. 

“that’s it, baby,” he praises you. “cum for me like a good girl.” his voice is in your ear, low and inviting. . 

heeseung prolongs your climax as he fucks you, making you ride it out completely. you can’t handle anymore and you grip onto his shoulders, eyes wide. “cum inside me, hee. please. i need it.” 

at your words, he grunts and smashes your lips together, pounding into you as he reaches his climax. his hips stutter as he releases his cum inside of you. his body is practically covering yours as his warm cum fills you up, once again mixing with yours. “i love you,” he whispers. “i love you, i love you. i love you.” 

he continues to rock his hips against yours as he cums, making sure every last drop is in your pussy. you wrap your arms tightly around his neck as you kiss him, tongues and teeth against the others. 

“i love you,” you mutter against his lips. your foreheads are pressed together and he pants into your mouth, his dick slowly softening inside you. 

“i love you more than all my games.” 

at his words, your eyes shoot open and he grins softly at you, bashful and full of adoration. you stare at him before kissing his cheek. 

“i know.” 

a/n: okay this is my gift to you as i actually disappear for a while because i really do need to study :/

[nickeverdeen]

Game Over | Gamer!Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Pairings: Ellie Williams x fem!reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Smut, Romance, Humor, Fluff (I think?)

Warnings: Eat out, teasing

Summary: You decided to make a bet with Ellie and will do anything to make sure she loses

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The sun was setting over Jackson, casting a warm orange glow through the windows of the small house you shared with Ellie. The evening had settled into a comfortable routine—Ellie parked on the couch, PlayStation controller in hand, and you either beside her or lounging on the bed, content just to be in her company.

Tonight, though, you had a plan.

You sauntered into the living room, feeling the oversized hoodie you were wearing brush against your thighs. It was Ellie’s favorite—worn, soft, and slightly too big for you, but you loved how it felt, how it smelled like her. You knew she’d notice it the moment you walked in.

And she did.

Ellie glanced up from her game, her eyes narrowing as she spotted you. “Hey, isn’t that my hoodie?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, plopping down next to her on the couch. “Was your hoodie. Now it’s mine.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Oh, is that so? I’d like it back one day, you know.”

“Nah,” you replied, pulling the sleeves over your hands playfully. “It’s mine now. Besides, it looks better on me.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips told you she didn’t really mind. “You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered, turning back to the screen.

You watched as she navigated through the game’s menu, fingers flying over the buttons with practiced ease. An idea popped into your head, one that made your smile grow wider. “Hey, Ellie.”

“Hmm?” she responded, not looking away from the screen.

“I’ve got a dare for you.”

Ellie finally glanced over at you, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity. “A dare?”

You nodded, trying to suppress the mischievous grin threatening to spill onto your face. “Yeah. If you lose this game, you don’t get the hoodie back. And… you have to take me out and pay for dinner.”

Ellie chuckled, shaking her head. “And what happens if I win?”

You shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Same deal. You win, I give you the hoodie back, and I have to suffer the ‘punishment’ of you paying for my dinner.”

Ellie considered this, her eyes narrowing in thought. “Alright, but there’s gotta be some ground rules. If you start getting in front of the TV, pushing me, or tickling me, the deal’s off.”

You held up your hands in mock surrender. “Anything else is fair game?”

Ellie nodded. “Anything else.”

“Deal,” you agreed, your mind already racing with possibilities as she started the game.

Ellie was good—really good, and you knew it. But that was part of the fun. You watched her play for a while, your gaze flitting between the screen and her focused expression, trying to find the perfect moment to make your move.

Ellie was so engrossed in the game that she didn’t notice when you slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. Her concentration was absolute as she navigated through the challenges on-screen, her fingers deftly moving across the controller.

It wasn’t until you tugged at her pants and boxers, sliding them down just enough, that Ellie finally noticed what you were doing. Her eyes widened, and she glanced down at you, her voice low and strained. “What the hell are you doing?”

You looked up at her, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “You said anything else was fair game. Just trying to distract you.”

Ellie’s breath hitched, but she didn’t stop you. “You’re pushing it,” she warned, though her voice was shaky. “Is this too much?”

You paused, giving her an out, but Ellie shook her head after a moment. “No, keep going.”

With her permission granted, you leaned in, pressing your lips to her thigh before moving up, your tongue flicking out to taste her. Ellie gasped, her grip on the controller tightening as she fought to keep her focus on the game.

You took your time, teasing her with gentle licks and soft kisses, feeling the tension building in her thighs as she struggled to keep playing. You could tell she was trying to ignore you, to focus on the game, but every time your tongue dipped between her folds, she faltered.

Ellie bit down on her lip, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as you finally settled on her clit, swirling your tongue around it in slow, deliberate circles. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pressing herself closer to your mouth, and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. You had her right where you wanted her.

She tried to keep her eyes on the screen, but you could see her struggling. Her movements were becoming sloppy, her timing off, and you knew it was only a matter of time before she lost the game.

But Ellie was stubborn. She clenched the controller harder, trying to regain her focus as you continued your assault. You pressed your tongue against her clit, harder this time, then flicked it, causing her to jolt. She let out a low moan, her head falling back against the couch for a moment before she forced herself to look at the screen again.

You decided to take it up a notch. Sliding two fingers inside her, you curled them just right, hitting that sweet spot that made her gasp louder. Ellie’s whole body tensed, and you knew she was close, her resolve crumbling by the second.

Ellie’s hands were shaking now, her fingers fumbling over the buttons as she desperately tried to finish the game before she finished herself. But it was no use. Her focus shattered completely as you sucked on her clit, and with a final, frustrated cry, she dropped the controller.

You didn’t stop, though. You kept going, determined to push her over the edge. Ellie’s hands shot to your hair, gripping tightly as she bucked against your mouth, her breaths turning into ragged, desperate moans.

“Fuck, I can’t—” Ellie gasped, her voice cracking as you pushed her closer and closer to the brink. “I’m gonna—”

Her words were cut off by a sharp cry as her orgasm ripped through her, her body trembling violently as she came on your tongue. You didn’t let up, working her through it until she was a quivering, breathless mess beneath you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ellie’s grip on your hair loosened, and she slumped back against the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you climbed up onto the couch next to her.

“Told you I’d win,” you teased, your voice breathless but triumphant as you leaned against her.

Ellie shot you a look, still trying to steady her breathing. “You fucking cheated,” she accused, but there was no real bite to her words—just the lingering frustration of someone who had just lost a battle she wasn’t prepared to fight.

“Did not,” you shot back, grinning as you snuggled up to her. “You agreed to the rules.”

Ellie groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You chuckled, leaning in to peck her on the cheek. “It’s your own fault for being so confident.”

Ellie huffed, but the irritation in her voice was fading, replaced by the playful glint that had been in her eyes earlier. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

You just grinned, shrugging. “Maybe.”

Ellie looked at you for a long moment, then, without warning, she lunged at you, pushing you back onto the couch and pinning you beneath her. “Maybe I can make you forget about that dinner.”

You laughed, though the sound caught in your throat as Ellie’s hands roamed over your body, her touch sending shivers down your spine. “I still remember,” you teased, though your voice was breathless.

Ellie smirked, her hands sliding under the hoodie you were still wearing. “Well, let’s see if I can change that.”

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Gold moments of My Villain Academia:

Fire vs Ice cousins battle aka that one time Dabi and Geten unknowingly had a fight over who had been most used and traumatized by their father figures.

Toga dropped a reporter from the sky to kill her because the woman was trying to turn her into a martyr for media narrative. Bonus because she did it with her crush's power <3 who says romance is dead.

Gamer boy has endless beef with politicians and racists cults, recruits his friends to do something about it and they end up taking over their resources and houses.

The Meta Liberation Army fucking it up by fixing Twice's biggest trauma in the worst way possible. It's like throwing or hitting the local printer and it starts to work like crazy.

CEO gets defeated by the biggest losers ever and becomes enamoured with their hot mess of a leader. Cringefail conquers, I guess.

THE SIDE EYES OF THE LEAGUE WHEN TOMURA WAS REVEALING PART OF WHY HE IS SO UNHINGED WKDBJDBDNDNDND

Giran was an absolute show, I miss him so so much, bnha give me back Giran.

Tomura defeating a business man powered by stress (not kidding that's literally his quirk) by being so mentally unwell everyone was left with a wtf face.

THE BIG VILLAINS BEING CAPITALISM!!!!!! CEO, head of a media platform, politician, that one techguy, nepobaby... You name it.

On a serious note, Tomura Shigaraki's part are some of the best chapters in bnha and no one can deny it. Tenko's story and how AFO turned him into Tomura...

Moral of the story is death to racism, go and traumatize capitalism back, being insane also pays off and if your boss is a good boss, he'll find a way to pay for that sushi night.

[russellsppttemplates]

Since we know our favorite papaya gamer boy is gonna be a dad for the third time, how about his wife being afraid of things taking a bad turn in this third pregnancy because of her last one, and Lando admitting he's afraid too, but they're gonna do everything in their power to make things smooth this time around?

Love me an protective attentive hubby!

Cw: reader is pregnant, mentions worries associated with pre-eclampsia, prematurity and themes associated with them

"I can tell something is worrying you - you have that frown line Fraser has on his forehead too", Lando nodded as he rubbed your feet and ankles since they had swelled a bit lately.

"What if I can't be a good home for this baby, too?", you asked as Lando quirked an eyebrow at you, "Fraser had to come earthside earlier because my blood pressure was a mess, and before that I spent days in hospital trying to make sure he had the least amount of deficits possible. What if I can't carry to term this time around either?", you whispered the last part, almost like if you said it any louder, it was bound to happen straight away.

"I'm scared too, my love", Lando spoke after gathering his thoughts, "but we are doing what we can to make sure this baby cooks for as long as they have to before coming to us - we're having extra appointments to check with everything, we're being active and healthy, I'm also travelling as less as I possibly can, and we have both of our parents coming here for help on a schedule so you don't stress out so much - I know you'll never admit it because you think it's a dirty expression, but those two?", he pointed in the direction of the kids' bedrooms, "they're definitely my children because of the chaos they cause and it's stressful. I love them to death - I'd do anything for them -, but, my word, is it hard sometimes?!", he giggled as you nodded in agreement, "I'd never want you to feel all the parenting stress on your own, it's not good any other time and it's especially not good when you're carrying our little one", he smiled, kissing just above your baby bump.

"I just want to be a safe home for them", you rubbed your babybump.

"And you are, Y/N, their first home and the safest of them all - and even though I'm not wishing for it, if it happens again, we know we can handle it and most of that is because your such a strong woman", he praised as he sat next to you and held your hand in his, "we're in this together and you can always come to me whenever these scary thoughts come around", he kissed your lips.

"Thank you", you whispered again, pecking his lips.

"That's not a nice greeting, I deserve better, gorgeous girl", he smirked, supporting himself on his arms while carefully hovering over you while he was able to, "you deserve better, and apparently they say this can be very relaxing and lower your blood pressure so you're in for a fine night", he said as he stole a proper kiss from your lips.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)