#goofin around in the shop

[matchstique]

Workin on some tech together

[msbigredmachine]

Coming In London (Jey Uso/OC)

A date night for the ages across the pond. Post-Money in the Bank 2023. Jey Uso/OC one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: New Edition's 'Can You Stand The Rain' was my muse for this fic. It kinda fit. I'm not weird I promise.

Enjoy!

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Money in the Bank was so much fun! 

Zainab had attended a number of WWE shows with some great audiences in the past couple of years, but there was something about the atmosphere in the O2 Arena that could not be replicated elsewhere. They were on fire all night, especially for the main event, yet another one her boyfriend and his twin brother were headlining this year. Watching him feed off the fans’ energy and tear it up with his three brothers was mesmerizing. Emotions ran high afterwards and she ended up hanging out in the hotel lounge with the Bloodline and several other Superstars till the early hours of Sunday morning. It was hard to fall asleep with how happy everyone was about the great show they’d put on.

Jey was still passed out at breakfast time, buried beneath the white sheets of the plush bed of their hotel suite. Deciding not to disturb him, Zainab went alone, and ran into Jimmy and Roman at the buffet table. They were still buzzing from last night. As she kept them company, she noticed there was something else exciting them. They kept checking their phones, smiling from ear to ear and sharing secret looks. Her curiosity was piqued, but before she could press for more info, both men finished up their breakfast and quickly kissed her goodbye before leaving for their flights back home.

When she returned to her man, he was awake but still in bed, with his phone in his hands, the sheets pooled around his waist and his hair all disheveled and sexy. Damn, he looked so good. Like, “I woke up like this” kinda good.

“Morning, sexy. Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” she greeted, giggling when he yanked her down to the bed the moment she was within reach, almost knocking off her glasses. She accepted his soft, gentle kisses as his arms wrapped around her. He tasted like mint, like he’d just brushed his teeth. “I brought you a couple of muffins, a banana and some yogurt. How ya feelin’?”

“Like I been hit by a damn truck,” he murmured, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard while keeping his hold on her waist. “How was breakfast?”

“Good. Your twin and Roman were there. They were acting real sus. Kept smilin’ all wide and shit and checking their phones like you’re doing now. Who are y’all gossiping about?”

“Haha, no one, babe. We just goofin’ around.” Clearing his throat and putting his phone away, he smoothly changed the subject. “Date night at the London Eye is a go. Tonight gon’ be lit, baybeee.”

Zainab pursed her lips and adopted her most neutral expression. “Are you sure we’ll be able to go? You still look really tired.”

Jey couldn’t hold back his laugh at her faux concern. “Z, I’m good. We goin’. Don’t know why you so scared.”

“You know I don’t like heights, Mr. Day One Ish,” she rolled her eyes.

“Last time I was in London, I went on the ride. The view was unbelievable and I told myself I’d take you there if we ever got the chance. Don’t be a scaredy cat. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Whenever his mind was set on something, he went through with it no matter what. Since he only wanted to show her a good time, she decided to indulge him. “Fine. Bianca invited me for afternoon tea. Imma do a little shopping afterwards, maybe get my nails done too. I’ll be back in time for tonight.”

Jey reached for his wallet and handed her his black American Express card. “Here. Go crazy with it. Just make sure you look sexy for me tonight.”

Zainab sighed dramatically and plucked the hard plastic from between his fingers, previous back-and-forths reminding her that he would not take no for an answer. “You spoil me too much, babe.”

She tried to sound stern, but that smile he loved was bright and happy, and he couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss. “For you, baby, ain’t no such thing as too much.” He meant it. She had him sprung, head over heels for her. He would give her the world if she asked for it. She worked so hard on the daily and she deserved to be spoiled and pampered all the time.

Zainab’s fingers trailed over his pec tattoo as a fiendish idea came to her. “Hmm. Would you like something in return then, Daddy? It’ll be unfair for you to do all the giving.”

“Well, if you insist…” he rasped, taking her hand and putting it between his legs, making her cup him through the sheets. His other hand curled dangerously around her neck, squeezing lightly, watching the flame of desire ignite in her gorgeous eyes, “...You can gimme that throat.”

His gruff demand, topped by his darkened irises and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, had her pussy purring. She drew the sheets off him and exposed his mouth-watering erection. Adjusting her frame on the bed, she closed her fist around his dick, leaning down to flick her tongue over the slit of his head, and her smirk widened when a sharp hiss escaped him. 

“Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets,” she said to him with a wink, licking him one more time. As her mouth sank lower down his shaft, Jey felt his bones melt, and he laid back with a relaxed sigh and let her work her magic on him.

Today was going to be a great day.

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The weather was nice, mostly sunny with none of the infamous London rain showers in sight, thank God. After tea at the highly esteemed Fortnum & Mason, she headed out to the High Street with Bianca Belair to find a knockout outfit for tonight. The odds were in her favor as she quickly found a pair of heels that would rock her man’s world once he saw them. That inspired her to search for an equally stunning dress, and several stores later, she came across one that made even notoriously-hard-to-impress Bianca’s jaw drop. So that was settled. Next stop was Agent Provocateur. The store was stacked with so many beautiful designs of lingerie, it was tough to choose. With Bianca’s approval, Zainab finally settled on a blood-red, backless lace push-up bra and matching thong. She was highly impressed with the amount of cleavage the bra afforded her and how the color made her skin pop. She looked forward to watching it get torn apart by her boyfriend tonight.  

Her predictions were headed in the right direction, as said boyfriend was already drooling before they left their suite for dinner. “Damn, girl. I ain't sure I wanna let you leave this room no more,” Jey drawled, resting his hands on her shapely hips. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”

Laughing as he tugged her backwards right up against his crotch, Zainab didn’t take her eyes off the mirror as she bumped him away with her backside. “Down, boy, before you make me drop my contact lens. This was your idea so we’re going. But who knows?” She locked darkened eyes with him through the round shaped mirror and twerked her ass for his benefit. “If I enjoy myself, I’ll be sure to let you…eat me…later tonight.”

Damn. “We’re gonna have an awesome time tonight, later and afterwards,” he declared loudly and confidently, finishing with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows that made her laugh. Her boyfriend could be so goofy sometimes.

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Dinner was quiet and intimate, and Zainab couldn't help but feel loved up and romantic as her man kept sweeping her off her feet. He was super attentive and she was enjoying the attention and their playful banter. She loved that he topped up her wine glass whenever it emptied, loved that he fed her the last piece of his steak. Being together like this was really nice; thanks to their busy careers, this kind of alone time was a luxury, one neither Jey nor Zainab took for granted.

The walk from the food market to the world famous ferris wheel was thankfully a short one. Zainab beamed as she entered the structure known as Cupid’s Pod and was greeted with rows of red roses and candles decorating the enclosure.

The ride came with a complimentary bottle of Rosé Champagne and a luxury box of Pink Champagne Truffles, set up on the wooden oval bench in the middle of the pod. Jey was right about the views from inside the London Eye. They were unbelievable, overlooking the boats gliding along the River Thames and several high rise buildings. The higher they went, the quieter it became, save for the personalized playlist playing softly in the background. Snuggled up with Jey on the bench, Zainab sipped some more champagne, indulged in some chocolate and basked in the ambience and the safety of her man's arms, which currently were around her waist, the heat of his body pressed against her from behind. His soft lips dispensed tender kisses along the curve of her neck, eliciting a small, welcoming moan from her at his gentle caresses. 

“You so damn fine, girl,” he complimented, pressing more kisses to her skin, absorbing her intoxicating scent. “I’m glad you’re in London with me.”

“Thank you, my love. I’m glad I’m here with you too,” she smiled up at him, lazily rubbing his thigh.

“We met on this day two years ago. Do you remember?” he asked.

Zainab sighed dreamily, her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his. “Like it was yesterday.”

“Mm-hmm. I also remember your stubborn ass ain’t want nothin’ to do with me.”

“I told you why. I dated a soccer player and a basketball player. They both put me through some shit. Didn’t want to deal with another athlete.”

"Naw, baby girl. None of them dudes was right for you, that's all," Jey stated matter-of-factly, his toothy smirk showing off his silver jeweled grill.

“Ha, ‘course you’d say that.” Their romance was a slow burn, as both were still struggling with recent personal heartbreak when they first met. But their deep attraction to one another was something neither could stop themselves from exploring. When he was still working in the Thunderdome, he would make the trip to Fort Lauderdale to see her after the show every Friday night so they could bond and get to know each other better. They didn't even start sleeping together right away, because they were more interested in learning about each other first. When he resumed traveling, Zainab was sure that she would never hear from him again. But nothing changed. Not a day went by when he didn’t call her; a month did not pass without them meeting up at least once. She had been afraid of falling for him, but it was impossible not to. The man was beautiful, inside and out; not without his flaws and bad habits, but who wasn’t? 

At first, she wasn’t sure how long they would last, given his crazy schedule and his history, along with her own bad breakups. But somehow she shelved all those fears and worked with him to strengthen their relationship. The fact that they were now one of the few couples in their circle still going strong to this day, meant they were doing something right. 

She studied his features as he took her hands in his. There was a nervous energy about him tonight he'd been trying to conceal, but it only felt more palpable now. “You okay, baby?” she queried. 

“Any regrets? Ya know, gettin' with me?” he asked, his voice quiet and shy.

She made a show of thinking about it. “About two or three, maybe,” she shrugged, and burst into laughter at his bombastic side-eye. “I’m just playin’,” she chortled, nudging him playfully. “We’ve had our ups and downs like any other couple, but it’s been incredible. I won't change a thing. You're an amazing boyfriend, Jey.”

“You’re amazing, Z. You’re a special person, and you been so good to me these past couple of years. I love you.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes. 

“I love you too.” The feeling was still so surreal after all this time. Every time he said those words to her, she had to catch her breath. She knew about what he had endured in his past and how long it took for him to open up again. Knowing that he felt this way about her made her heart swell. She had never felt as happy and as loved as she did with him.

The moment stretched with them gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Zainab raised his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. With that same hand, Jey caressed her cheek, down to her jaw, cupping her chin. His thumb softly rubbed across her bottom lip. Boldly, she sucked the tip into her mouth, her heated stare locked on him, and he could not resist replacing his thumb with his lips, feeding her with warm, languid kisses that made her lady bits clench and her toes curl. 

Their little make out session was interrupted by the British A.I. woman’s voice announcing that they were at the very top of London. Jey reluctantly released Zainab and helped her to her feet. “The best of all the views is right here, babe. Take a look.” He pointed, gently rotating her and stepping back.

Summoning enough courage to go closer to the railings she’d been avoiding all evening, she cast a cautious glance out at the wondrous skyline before her. “You know what? I think I’m getting used to the height now,” she agreed, turning back around for his rebuttal.

Jey was down on one knee. A little velvet box was open in his hands with a sparkling diamond ring shining out of it.

Zainab burst out laughing and covered her face. “Oh my god you asshole! Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

Jey feigned hurt. “I know your ass ain’t cussin’ me out while I’m about to propose to you, woman,” he exclaimed, watching her walk away with her hands still on her face. He could hear her laughter gradually disintegrate, and when her shoulders began to shake with sobs, his eyes prickled. “Z…Baby, come here, I got somethin’ I wanna ask you,” he called out softly to her.

She was sure she was dreaming. It was a struggle processing this overwhelming surge of happiness, a happiness that only Jey Uso made her feel. She had to sit back down because her legs were shaking. She would definitely fall over and ruin this beautiful moment he'd clearly worked hard to set up. Luckily, Jey was kneeling before her, his hand resting on her thigh while holding up the ring to her. Her tears flowed freely, but he was there to wipe each one away, being there for her as he had been for the last two years.

“Fuck, I had a whole speech planned out and shit,” he whispered, his own voice clogged with emotion, “But now I got nothing, except that I’m so in love with you, baby. You changed my life, and I wanna be with you for the rest of it. Thank you for teaching me how to love again. Zainab Ortega, my queen, my love, will you marry me?”

Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, threatening to ruin her makeup as she stared at the man she loved more than anything in the whole world. She had only one answer. “Of course. Yes, yes I will,” she replied without hesitation, nodding enthusiastically as she watched him slide the stunning diamond ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.  

Jey’s head was spinning. He never thought he’d be in this position so soon after Nisha. He thought he would never find love again. The morning Nisha breathed her last breath, he all but lost his will to wrestle, to function, to live. Never did he imagine that just eighteen months later, at a fundraiser to combat the disease that took his wife, he would meet someone else that made his heart flutter again, that caused his skin to sprout goosebumps with just a smile. At first, he felt so guilty and so ashamed of his feelings. But before her passing, Nisha had made him promise to move on, to open his heart again if he ever found the right woman. 

So he did. Allowed himself to fall in love one more time. He couldn’t believe he’d found such a beautiful, caring, patient, sexy ass woman like Zainab. Her kind soul, her perennial optimism and her zest for life inspired him to push on with his own. Now, his career was thriving and he was in the best shape of his life. In so many ways, she saved his life. Putting a ring on her finger made all the sense in the world to him. With this, everything between them would become that much more final, much more complete. 

Zainab stared down at her finger in complete awe. “It's so pretty! I can’t believe it. This must have been such a difficult step to take, baby,” she said, looking at him.

“At first, it was,” he confessed, wiping the corners of his eyes with the pad of his thumb. “But then I quickly realized how much in love I was with you, and I couldn’t live without you. I got that ring made two months ago, ma. This weekend wasn’t gonna go by without me poppin’ the question. Nisha will always be in my heart, but it’s you and me now, Z.”

She nodded in understanding and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his. “I would be honored to be your wife. I love you so much. Thank you.” She was literally on top of the world. She would never forget this trip to London, ever.

They spent the next ten minutes calling up family and friends to tell them the good news and show off her brand new engagement ring. There were a lot of happy tears and a lot of love. Apparently everyone had been waiting for this day to come. Roman and Jimmy had merely grinned proudly, and just as Zainab suspected, they both knew that this was going down tonight, which was why they’d been so cryptic and secretive at breakfast. Jey and Zainab were so happy to have the support of both their wonderful families.

She couldn’t stop fawning over the sizable diamond glowing on her ring finger. “Baby, this rock is so big.”

“Thought you liked big things,” Jey teased with a light squeeze of her waist, flashing her a knowing wink. 

“You know first-hand that I do. Oh my god, Jey…we're getting married!”

“Mm-hmm. I’m so fuckin’ lucky, babe, you have no idea,” he gushed. He cupped the side of her face and bent down to kiss her, gently at first, then harder, leaning into her. Zainab ran her hands up the bulge of his biceps, moaning into his mouth when his tongue lashed against hers and his hand slid over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You know, proposing to you wasn’t the only thing I imagined doing in this here pod,” he said.

One look at the heat in his eyes made her understand right away. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“That a dare, baby?” He moved his mouth down to her neck, a small groan rumbling through him as he nipped and licked her skin. It served as the perfect distraction for his hands to slip under her dress and massage the round, ample globes of her backside. 

“Babe, people can see us,” Zainab gasped, but melted into his arms anyway, “We’re gonna get in trouble. There’s cameras in here-”

“Fuck the cameras,” Jey dismissed. His penetrating stare shot tremors down her spine. "Do you know how fuckin’ hot you look tonight? Do you know the nasty shit I wanna do to you right now?”

She could already tell with the bulge pressing insistently against her. But she wanted to hear him say it. She couldn't quite think straight anyway. She wouldn't have been able to stop him if her life had depended on it. "Tell me, Daddy," she moaned.

"You drive me crazy when you dress up like this, baby, all sexy and provocative and shit…I seen dem thirsty ass motherfuckers at dinner, starin’ at you, wishing you were theirs...I wanted to bend your fine ass over our table and give you this dick in front of everybody. Let ‘em all know you mine."

“I will always be yours,” she whispered. "Always."

He walked her back to the bench, sitting down and pulling her to sit on him. As always, she fit perfectly on his lap, her ass resting between his muscular thighs. They hugged and kissed, his eager hands all over her body while she rocked back and forth against his hard erection. He took his time maneuvering her dress up to her waist, caressing her thighs the whole way and amplifying her already rabid need for him to be inside her. His fingers dipped beneath the lace edge of her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. He teased gently, lightly stroking her pussy lips, causing her to moan into his mouth. He knew just how to touch her, knew exactly how to make her body react to his every whim.

His hands slipped upwards to rest over her delectable bosom. “This a pretty ass bra, ma. You got it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy. You like it?” she asked. Jey answered her question by freeing her breasts from the confines like he was opening up a present. Her titties were nice and plump and made his mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while he massaged the other one.

“Baby…” she whimpered, hesitancy thick in her voice. 

“Z…” he growled, his lips giving her nipple a quick, audibly wet tug that momentarily short-circuited her brain, “Unless you tellin’ me to fuck you harder, ion wanna hear it.”

His mouth covered hers before she could speak again, and this time she completely surrendered to him, allowing his tongue to slide in and wrestle with hers to a no-contest. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to get access to him. As she pulled him out of his briefs and dragged her palm up and down the hard, smooth length of his cock, she gasped as he immediately tugged her new lace panties to the side and lowered her down onto him. The stretch was incredible, and they both moaned. She looked at her new fiancé, who sported a sexy smirk on his lips, watching her mouth fall open as she sat all the way down on his long, hard dick. They’d had sex many, many times together, but each time something new was awakened in her, even more so now as it occurred to her that anyone in the surrounding capsules could take a close look through the darkness and see what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but she wasn’t going to stop it. 

She moved on top of him, moaning as his dick twitched inside her, welcomed by her warm depths. He grabbed her breasts again, kneading them expertly, which made her bite her bottom lip harder than intended. When he pinched her nipples, her back arched and her head hung back. His long fingers then met her waist as he leaned in to suckle her throat and smell her, basking in the pleasure and feral desperation in her voice. Her thighs locked around his hips, giving her a little leverage to lift herself up and down on him with ease. She was dripping but still so tight around him thanks to how endowed he was. 

“Damn, baby…keep ridin’ me like this and you gon’ be a mama in nine months,” Jey choked out, his eyes rolling back as she kept grinding herself on him, squeezing her walls snugly around his cock. “Imma give you all the babies, fuck, you feel so good…”

He already put a ring on it. Babies were the next step, surely. The thought of conceiving his child on the night of their wildest sexcapade yet, aroused her to no end. “Hmm, then breed me, Daddy,” Zainab groaned. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gave him a kiss so passionate that he moaned into her mouth, he then forced her to do the same when he smacked her ass, the sharp sting zipping down to her loins. The bench was not comfortable, but they were so into it, and the ambience was so romantic and sexy, that neither of them cared. 

“Unnnhhh god, baby,” she whined with her lips parted over his own, tasting his heavy breaths, “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

"I can see that, you creamin’ all over me,” Jey looked down at her gyrating hips with a smirk. Her creamy mess had visibly smeared his exposed gray-colored briefs. “You love this dick, don't you, baby?" he taunted, flicking his tongue over her lips.

“Yes Daddy.”

“I know you do. Fuck me, beautiful, bounce on this dick.” His moans had dissolved to primal growls now, mingling with the soft music and the wet, slapping sounds of their lovemaking. She pushed him down flat on his back, and the surprise on his handsome features evaporated when she began riding him harder, taking his dick deeper inside her with each drop down, with each salacious roll of her backside. Her moans mingled with his groans as he started to bounce her himself, his hands clutching the meat of her hips, moving her more vigorously up and down. His pouty lips were parted and gasping in stereo with hers as he made her fuck him, that big dick meeting the sweetest of her spots. 

“Shit, Daddy, that dick in me!” she groaned. The atmosphere was so incredibly hot, she buried her face in his neck, moaning her pleasure as she felt herself start to tingle and throb. "Oh, fuck, Jey, I'm gonna come,” she breathed heavily, her voice vanishing into thin air as she bounced harder and faster on his dick, hunting down that potent high. She nearly lost her balance as it seized her, a glorious cascade of orgasm, her thighs quivering and skin humming as the explosion eviscerated her senses.

She felt him sit back upright and rise to his feet with her still in his arms, his mouth moving against hers with more purpose than usual. It wasn’t until she felt something cool and hard pressing against her bare back that she finally broke the kiss out of curiosity. Looking behind her, her heart stopped cold inside her chest.

Jey had pressed her directly against the clear glass wall of the capsule, with nothing below her but the twinkling lights of London. Zainab screamed and squirmed against his body, her head spinning with both fear and the remnants of her orgasm as she struggled to get away from the glass.

"Jesus! Fuck, Jey, what…" 

"Hey, hey, shhh," he whispered, keeping a careful hold around her trembling frame. His lips swept tenderly over her jawline as he tried to keep her calm. She was shaking, her arms and legs gripping him with the strength of a boa constrictor. "Breathe for me, Zainab. Look at me. Look at me."

She twisted her face away from the view, her pretty eyes wide and frightened. 

“I-I-I…”

“Calm down for me baby. Relax.” His mouth brushed along her throat, doing his part to quell her nerves. Her squirms subsided, but only a little. He could tell she still wanted to get away, but he kept her body firmly secured between himself and the glass. “Do you trust me?”

Right now, on the cusp of grave danger, she wasn’t so sure she did. “Yeah,” she finally ground out.

“Then you know I’ll never let anything happen to you. I gotchu.”

His kiss was gentle but insistent and full of reassurance. She felt his hand sneak along her hip, then the sharp tug of her panties pressing into her skin, and a tearing sound and the flimsy material falling away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tuck the ruined undergarment into his back pocket. Keeping his body flush against hers, he molded her bare ass cheeks in his hands, grinding against her for a few seconds before sliding his dick back home. She clenched around his girth immediately, greedily, and Jey groaned softly as he worked himself into her with slow, winding circles that touched every single sweet spot her pussy possessed. He was a tight fit, always was. It felt so good that she couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from her lips.

“You like that, huh? Daddy’s gotchu,” he said, repeating the action again and again. He stared with wonder in his eyes at his love, the most wonderful woman in the world. “You so beautiful, baby. I love you so much.” Placing another gentle, calming kiss on her lips, he increased his pace. Zainab did what she could to block out the very real threat of the deathly drop behind her and focus on her fiancé now pounding into her. The sound of his body meeting hers was almost deafening in the exposed enclosure.

“Damn, Z, you soppin’ wet. I knew you’d like this shit. Love this pussy so much.” His expression was one of lust-filled triumph as he studied her face, the parting of her lips panting for him, goading him to angle his hips and fuck her harder and deeper, bottoming her out. “This turnin’ you on, huh, your ass and titties out, all of London watching you take my big dick…”

With another whimpering moan, her head rocked back against the glass as she felt her climax creep closer again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her nerves settled and more erogenous sensations took over. Her legs tensed around his waist as she rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, each one pressing her ass deeper against the glass, making her wetter and wetter and bringing her closer to succumbing to that euphoric feeling that only her man, now her betrothed, could give her. Her breath was stolen from her as his dick continued to toy with her g-spot, his grunts and gasps warming her neck, her pussy walls quivering and rippling around his girth in reaction. “Fuck, Jey, right there…Mmm fuck, you ‘boutta make me come again!”

Holding his girl in place with his big strong hands, Jey intensified his strokes, his gruff voice grunting with the effort. "You fuckin’ right, baby, gimme that nut,” he mumbled, himself starting to unravel from the near-crippling pleasure. “Give it to me cuz it’s mine. Drain your pussy all over my dick."

Zainab hugged him even tighter, her nails digging through his shirt and into his back as her moans devolved to whimpers, and the faster he thrust into her, the further their bodies seemed to plunge from the same dizzying heights as the capsule they were in. She cried out as her release tore her apart, her walls suffocating his cock. Jey was right behind her, his guttural groan at the pulse of her throat, his dick lodged in the back of her pussy as he came just as hard for her. Desperately, she clenched around him, taking it all, milking him for everything he had as the world seemingly collapsed around them.

Seconds later, the A.I. woman’s voice popped up again to announce that the ride was descending in ten minutes. Jey leaned in for a breathless kiss as he pulled out of her and finally edged her away from the glass. She clung to him as he carried her back to the bench. He pulled wet wipes seemingly out of nowhere and cleaned her up, sharing more kisses with her while helping each other redress. 

“You good?” he asked, smoothing her hair back into place and drawing her legs onto his lap.

Zainab nodded, biting her lip as the last of her climax rippled between her squeezed thighs. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You loved it though,” he said, his deep voice seductively low as he stroked her thigh. “Don’t lie to Daddy now. I could tell you loved every second, you got so wet for me, babe...”

There was so much amusement and cockiness and love in his eyes. All for her. “You always make me wet, Daddy,” she admitted, glancing back at the sheet of glass she’d been trapped against just moments ago. She had to give him his props for his highly unique sense of adventure. “You think we’ll still be this lit after we’re married?” she questioned.

“Ay, as long as we work on it, together, like we been doin’, and we don’t let none of that outside noise creep in…we’ll be good. That’s what I want for us, Z.”

She liked that answer a lot. It was what she wanted, too. “I made you a promise earlier that if I enjoyed myself, you can eat me when we get back. My offer still stands,” she noted, batting her long lashes at him.

Jey smiled like the cat who got the cream. Literally. Picking out a truffle from the box, he popped it into his mouth and licked up the morsel that stained his finger.

“Mmm. I bet this goes great with pussy,” he commented with a sly smirk.

Fuck. Zainab’s throat went dry and her body instantly flooded with heat, despite having been thoroughly fucked just minutes ago. “You might be right,” she uttered back.

The capsule finally came to a safe stop on the ground, bringing the ride to an end. Jey and Zainab settled for a few more chocolatey smooches as the pod's doors opened. Expecting to be confronted about their antics by someone in authority, they were relieved when no one approached. The newly-engaged couple walked out hand in hand with big dreamy smiles on their faces, eager to retreat to their far more private hotel suite to continue their raunchy celebrations.

They took the box of chocolates with them…for research purposes, of course.

THE END

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Sehun as your boyfriend

- i’m back (i’m posting this and disappearing again for a year)

The Beginnings:

He’d be so awkward in the most endearing way, running his hands through his hair and fumbling around you.

I think he’d ask you out in the first week of knowing you, he’s a busy man has no time for waiting around.

Plus he’d be worried that someone else would catch your attention if he waited too long so...

Would probably ask one of the boys to talk to you first, have them hype him up and see whether you might be interested.

He thinks this is very clever and discreet but funnily enough you know what’s up when Chanyeol starts talking about Sehun’s shiny hair and his family’s long history of genetic health.

He strikes me as a bowling man. First date would definitely be bowling and then maybe heading to a latenight diner splitting a milkshake omg

After dating a while:

Orange cat dad, definitely. I will not explain.

He’s very patient, always willing to listen to anything on your mind - even if it’s about him.

His relationship with you would help him to mature.

I hope you’re patient too though cos this is still Sehun, man is goofy.

A lot of childish teasing, stuff like turning the lights off when he leaves the room or leaving the door open forget what I said about maturity actually

Not the jealous type. He thinks you’re the most gorgeous person in the world but you also know how to handle yourself if anyone tries to rizz you up.

Most he’ll do is throw an aggressive side-eye their way.

Loooves to treat you. That necklace you admired? Here you go. The restauarant you want to try out? Already booked a table. The vacation spot you’re desperate to visit? Get ready the plane leaves tonight.

On that note, he is the opposite of an airport dad, pack his passport for him and get him one of those toddler leashes head empty no thoughts

For your anniversary he’d do something lowkey and romantic, driving you both out to the countryside with a big blanket and spending the night stargazing together.

Habits and other shit:

Always goofin, would consider back and forth banter as flirting, you’ll have to be able to keep up with the sass.

This might lead to little spats here and there but since they’re not serious you can make up quickly.

If it ever came to real arguments he’d need to leave for a while to clear his head, take a walk with the dogs before coming home to stutter an apology.

He struggles to communicate seriously sometimes but he always wants you to know he adores you.

You’d both get into hiking, especially with having the dogs. They’re a great way to spend time together, productively but still somewhat intimately in remote hiking spots.

Speaking of intimacy, he loves to cup your chin and pull you away from whatever your task is for a soft kiss, and then he goes back to his day afterwards. Does this multiple times a day, it still melts your heart.

He might be a little messy to live with but he makes up for it by doing things like grocery shopping, cleaning the cars, and other out-of-the-house chores.

He’s not clingy in the traditional sense, but he wants to be around you all the time. You both often end up sitting together silently doing your own thing, like together-alone-time.

Dates:

This man loves any kind of beverage, so be ready for coffee dates, bubble tea dates, bar dates. Give him a yummy drink and you his yummy s/o and he’s happy.

Maybe more active dates, like skateboarding or paddle boarding in the summer.

Gym dates.

As previously mentioned, bowling. Idk he strikes me shoot me as a very competitive person and so it’s the perfect activity for him.

*NSFW warning minors go away with peace and love*

Sex:

He’s usually a pretty collected person, very in control of his actions and words.

Not when it comes to you though >:)

When it comes to sex, he gets desperate and messy, leaving clothes all over the apartment and kissing you like he craves you mm cos he does

Loooves to use his fingers on you, he gets a little cocky being able to get you off with just one hand.

Favourite position is definitely doggy so he can really grip your hips. He can also smack your ass, pull your hair, pin you down, just a great many positives in this position.

This man can move those hips so best believe he’s got the stamina to keep going for a looong time.

Equally, sometimes he gets overly excited and desperate for you and he cums early lol i stand by that this is a compliment

Dw though, he’s got long fingers and an eager tongue.

A lot of groans, light moans, dirty talk is a must telling you how good you take him omfgfg

Loves to shower together afterwards

All in all, a relationship with Sehun would be the definition of young, dumb and in love. He values you more than anything else in his life and will always go out of his way to spoil you where he can, knowing that you do the same for him. It’s truly like dating your best friend, and you cherish every moment.

[colon-tf-colon]

Hello Mr Louis Fulham any tips on how to survive school when you are very much running out of time to finish everything? I am having a time of it and you seem vaguely wise

NAWWW here i was thinking "fullham" was my worst typo. but LOUIS 😭 (its lewis with a W - I'm only goofin' around)

I appreciate the vaguely wise comment. Ya know, Masters Degree in Engineering from Oxford University, here are my tips.

Find your environment. I was simply unable to work without being in a suitable environment. For me, it was the library. Never in silence, it was more of a "coffee shop" vibe, as this was a Talking Library, used mostly for group work. It allowed me to have chatty breaks with pals, and get work done in the day.

Structure your work. Just understand yourself, exactly how much you can do in a day. Do not overwork yourself, and also be proud of whatever you do. You did 2 hours of work in 8 hours? At least you made progress!

Find the grind. At a certain point in time in your mountain of work needs to be overcome. At that point in time, you'll feel impending doom and start freaking out. Try not to freak out (harder said than done) and the grind will take over. Just ensure that the rest of your life is still in order. The work will get done. The food STILL needs to be eaten, the sleep STILL needs to be had (albeit maybe you can get away with a little less) and the grass STILL needs to be touched. Once you get to this point, you're almost all the way there.

Good luck. I believe in you!

[voiceoutofstars]

From the Revised Data Bank: "Genius of Brilliant Stars"

Reminder that I’m not a professional editor or proofreader. I cannot read or speak Mandarin. This is a fan revision for readability, not a re-translation. For a lengthy explanation of this pet project and repeated disclaimers, check here.

Below is my attempt at revising the Data Bank entry for the relic set “Genius of Brilliant Stars.” The real in-game text for that entry can be read here.

Quick note: I took (probably egregious) conscious liberties with this revision. Don't come for me. One of the quotes in particular is in honor of an incoming Galaxy Ranger who probably has nothing to do with the topic in question--but his, like, 6 lines of dialogue so far inspired a certain tone of narrative voice that I couldn't help but incorporate here.

Genius's Ultra-remote Sensing Visor

A pair of communication goggles embedded with ultra-remote sensing technology. They break through the shackles of limited transmission bandwidth with ease and can transmit reliably to extremely remote recipients.

It is a universally acknowledged truth that the Genius Society contains an overabundance of eccentricity, including—or at least contributing to—a serious lack of communication between its members. Indeed, social interaction is a burden for many people across the cosmos; for geniuses traveling between worlds, it is even more so.

Elias Salas, member 56 and the second head of the Genius Society, once tried to tackle this problem. Bringing his characteristic fervent completionism to bear on the matter, he developed custom-made communication goggles for each member and equipped them with ultra-remote sensing capabilities. From a technological standpoint, his creations were a complete success; however, few of his comrades were willing—or even interested—in actually connecting with each other. The greatest communication device in the universe, therefore, has never been fully utilized.

“The number that you—uh—dialed? It’s not in service.” “Ugh...if you’re going to fake a communication AI, at least put a bit of conviction behind it!”

Confronted with such a lukewarm reception to his invention, Elias Salas simply sighed. He was not especially surprised, given his compatriots’ tendencies to trivialize connectivity as unworthy of their valuable time. All the same, he had no regrets; he was certain that his communication technology would have its use in time, one way or another.

Genius's Frequency Catcher

A pair of gloves designed to function as a means of high-precision frequency capture. They enable the wearer to manually manipulate sounds and light through direct interaction with their otherwise nigh-intangible vibrations.

The ongoing research focus of Stephen Lloyd, 84th member of the Genius Society, is "how to slack off at work without being noticed". He finds this investigation particularly relevant to his current living situation in his foster father’s fruit shop.

Many of his inventions fit beneath the umbrella of this wider research problem. For example, he crafted gloves that could capture specific frequencies of sound and light so he could study stringed instruments behind the frequency fence surreptitiously—in other words, without being noticed by his foster father and scolded for loafing around.

This new frequency capture technology is more than groundbreaking; within the current paradigm of Aiden’s nine-word formula theory of the universe, it is quite simply inexplicable. Such an outstanding invention could change the course of science...but Stephen isn’t interested in anything so grand. He has no intention of introducing his new technology to the public. After all, it’s just a toy—just a means for whiling away the dull hours at the fruit shop.

“Stephen, I don’t know what you’re up to, but you’re clearly slacking off again, aren’t you?”

Brilliant as Stephen Lloyd is, to his foster father, he was a child like any other—fanciful, imaginative, full of daydreams and fantasies and prone to goofing off.

Genius's Metafield Suit

A suit that becomes skin-tight when activated. It transmits neural and electrical impulses from the body to the metafield in real time.

The metafield space created by Sserkal, 29th member of the Genius Society, transcended several dimensions beyond our usual existence, let alone meager differences in biology. With the help of this suit, any living creature’s neural signals could synchronize with the consciousness network.

For those unable to physically travel between worlds, this collective dream domain granted them a chance to connect with others beyond their own homes. Here, in the metafield, peace and cooperation were possible on a scale that was inconceivable in the material world.

Within this virtual realm, a host of creatures from across the universe created countless cultural wonders and quietly built the framework for a new order of compassionate understanding. But just when this virtual Eden was on the cusp of replacing reality for its inhabitants, Sserkal, the Net Weaver of All Creation, cut off all connections to the consciousness network. As if it had been nothing but a long-winded joke from the start, as if it had held nothing at all worth preserving, the entirety of the metafield went dark and silent.

“All those investors yammering about ‘metafield space this, metafield space that’, they’re going out of the minds now. Absolutely monumental, the capital they poured into it, but now—poof—no more metafield. Madness, the whole thing is madness. Worse than madness, even—we might be talking conspiracy.”

People are prone to wild thoughts when a great prize slips their grasp. Perhaps the metafield wasn’t such a benevolent place after all. Might it have been a secret petri dish, designed to use all the data it collected to culture new and unregulated sentience? Might all its citizens, and all their works and wonders, been tended as the unknowing crop for a terrible harvest, for a callous and unethical sampling of souls?

Genius's Gravity Walker

Wearable gravity-capture devices, similar in appearance to ice skates. They reflect the twinkling stars during their meteoric gliding.

The notorious Dr. Primitive, member 64, spent his life committing great crimes and fleeing interstellar pursuit.

Dr. Primitive seemed to enjoy the thrill of the chase. He always kept his hunters at a carefully managed distance: never close enough to risk capture nor far enough behind that they would lose him.

His escapes utilized some kind of gravity-capture technology that allowed him to move uninhibited across vast distances of space. Astrophysicists from the Intelligentsia Guild could not puzzle out the principles underlying his technique; they could only assume that it had something to do with the gravitational potential difference between stars. His pursuers were confined by the usual limitations of gravity, so they struggled to keep pace. Nonetheless, they swore that he would be brought to justice, and continued after him.

“Seeing somebody spacewalking like that should’ve been the sight of my life,” a Galaxy Ranger once said of that hopeless chase. “A shame that ‘someone’ had to be Doctor fucking Primitive.”

The Galaxy Ranger quoted refuses to believe in Dr. Primitive’s presumptive death, and continues the hunt despite the quarry’s disappearance.

[severalowls]

I finally got the positive customer service experience of a gay couple coming in and buying each other cute bits of costume jewellery from the front counter and just generally being the nicest customers :)

[coinandcandle]

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Hey guys I just wanted to let you know that I have a redbubble if you're interested in fun designs like these:

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And more! :)

[anneimaginesundertale]

Heh, meeting G was a real splash. In more ways than one. But mostly when he stopped a rain puddle all over me at the bus. After that I'd say we really got on swimmingly. Which was good since it was raining like crazy that day. I offered to share my umbrella to get out of the rain and then he ended up saving me a long walk home with a short cut.

As for favorite moment? Man that's hard, a part of me would say some of the times in the fairytale game, but in real life I'd have to say our impromptu photo shoot at the winter gala. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

G: *grinning* I saved you from a long walk and you saved me from a long face. You seriously cheered me up so much that day in the coffee shop. I was real grateful to meet somebody new. I loved the fairy tale stuff—it was loads of fun, most of the time—and the gala photo shoot was fun too, but my favorite memories are just us goofin’ around together in between cases. I’m so glad you came to work with me. I couldn’t do my job without ya!

[aquacure]

Seaside? Succulent?

Seaside - Ideal date?

a whole day or a night where i get to be with my partner n make memories with em would be nice, bonus if it involves food. like. dinner date where one of us cooks, or we're both cooking on a call n we're goofin off, watchin dumb videos that make us laugh for hoours, walkin around a town center n just goin through shops n lookin at stuff til the sun goes down n we eat at a comfy n dimly lit burger joint or an italian restaurant cuz pasta.. i include food bc like. that association is nice. love language in making/sharing/enjoying food with a loved one

Succulent - What are you looking forward to?

short term, winter break so i can finally debone myself and not work myself into an anxiety panic over assignments my adhd didnt help me through... slightly longer term, my bday bc maybe i can spend it on call with my bf please thank yooou?

[matchstique]

Squeek

LETS DANCE!!!

[foxgloveinspace]

Yo, does anyone remember my royed youtubers au?? Cause I kinda want to talk about it again, lol.

So Ed and Al have a slightly popular gaming channel, they are known for their long jrpg playthroughs. They also have a vlog channel, it's mostly Al's and he doesn't vlog a lot, but he does do those videos where he rates cats, and those are very popular. Ed also has a secret second channel, but its, get this, a fucking parkour channel, and it's like the ones where it's a go pro strapped to his chest and he runs across roofs and stuff like that. Its actually really popular. Gaming channel wise, youd think Ed was the one to rage quite but it Al, he gets angriest the fastest when it comes to gaming. But Ed plays the most games, and they both are just really chill and goofin around most of the time. They absolutely play pokemon, and name their mons weird shit like Egg Spoon. And that's an Oddish.

Roy and the team have a dnd channel, and while its not super popular, they have a semi decent fan base, and they are on their second campaign. Hughes used to dm, but had to take a break from the channel for the second campaign because Gracia had Elicia, and he wants to spend some time with the fam, you know? So they have Sheska being dm currently. They also have Armstrong in on the game as well, and he's a hit with so many of their fangirls, you guys would not believe it.

They all meet cause Ed and Al run into a very tired Hughes who has a crying Elicia while trying to grocery shop. Ed makes funny faces at her and gets her to stop crying. Hughes is so grateful, and they start talking, but they admit that they know who he is, cause they love watching his channel. Hes all like its Roy's channel, but thank you. And they keep talking, and they end up getting coffee together. Ed later mentions meeting Hughes on one of their shows, and then team Mustang's channel blows up over night.

And then Maes tells Roy, and then Roy contacts Ed to thank him, and then they end up meet for a coffee date? ("Its not a date Al!" "It is brother!").

They end up talking a lot, not even about channel stuff, and then somehow it comes up that they are starting a new campaign soon ("wait, you guys aren't even that far in the episodes that you've posted, how far ahead do you pre record?" "Oh, not too far ahead, but something happened." "Like what?" "...... Sheska can be very mean with the npc's"). And so he asks if Ed and Al would be interested in joining them? And he says he'll ask Al, but he would definitely be interested! (Al is very interested btw).

And then they also have Roy Maes and Riza on their channel, I think they probably play Ib, cause for some reason I'm picturing this happening during Halloween?? They make Roy play, and hes pretty good at it, but Al and Maes jump at every opportunity, lol.

Roy and Ed get together, but it's one of those things where it's like, they just do it?? Theres no big talk, Ed's just over at Roy's place and hes like "hey, are we dating?" "Uhh.. yeah, I think so?" "Cool".

I'm also thinking of the angsty possibility of Ed tripping while doing parkour and landing on Roy's appartment balcony??

[cncobby]

what piece of clothing you steal from them

hi bby’s!! I’m back with another headcannon that I hope you guys like <33 I’ve been wrecked from the concert and I finally have inspiration to write so stay tuned because I have alot of feels to get out!!

i hope you guys love this ons too and pls gimme feedback! I thrive on positive feedback (or just feedback in general i hope it’d be positive though) and it helps me be a better writer! (requests are open as well!!!)

love, cncobby

RICHARD

a hoodie (or 10)

he has SO MANY

you wore one one night when you slept over and realized how soft and warm and comforting they are bc they smell like him and decide to just ... not give it back

a possesive habit of his tbh

we all know this mans is lowkey possesive in a hot way and when you wear his hoodies both at home and in public he’s just *heart eyes* because it shows everybody that you’re *his* girl

you’re a lil midget compared to him so they go past your knees sometimes since he likes them bigger anyways

if you ever wear one of his hoodies and like thigh high boots???

KNOCKOUT

he’s literally like drooling the entire time you have that outfit on

won’t stop touching you

you’re like bruh your hand has been on my ass for the past hour

(but deep down u dont mind)

sweater paws are his weaknes!!! 

you look so cute with your sleeves super long and you just look like a lil baby and you’re his lil baby so he’s extra UWU

he makes a habit of buying hoodie’s he knows you’ll like because they’ll eventually just become yours eventually

anytime he can’t find one he just assumes its somewhere with you

will spray extra cologne on his hoodies so when you take them it smells like him for longer of a time (especially if he goes on tour one whiff and it’s like he’s laying right next to u uwu)

JOEL

any of his 43280480 hats

he literally will not stop giggling if u wear one of his hats

obvi too big for u but its too adorable 

you guys obvi have matching ones

especially the disney micky ear hats??

u guys have the little groom and bride one (even tho yall arent married he got them for u still *swoon)

he thinks its cute how they fall onto your face and end up covering your eyes so you cant see

mostly you end up stealing his hats so he’s forced to show his curls

*on a trip with him* 

“BABE DID YOU SEE MY HAT”

*obviously hiding the hat behind your back* HAHAHA NO 

he hears how guilty you are and is like uh huh LIAR 

cutesty wrestling match when he tries to get it away from you *heart eyes* 

he just ends up slinging you over his shoulder so he can snatch the hat from your hands and then walks out the door

you’re all like “PUT ME DOWN YOU NEATHERDAL” and he’s a lil shit so obviously he doesnt 

literally carries you down like that to where the boys are and they just wolf whistle so *cue intense blushing*

ZABDIEL

this sounds weird but a pair of boxers??

(firstly mens boxers are so comfy to sleep in so)

but its when you end up sleeping over on accident

and ur not tryna sleep naked 

(even tho he wouldnt complain)

but he lends you a pair of his boxers to wear

u literally have to tie them with a rubber band bc they keep falling off of your waist

he thinks its SO FUNNY

they go down to ur mid thigh

so its not like “aw she looks cute in my clothes”

even tho he thinks ur always cute

but u look like a middle schooler wearing gym shorts 

he’s literally lying in bed looking like a sex god per usual and u look like a 12 year old

he can’t stop laughing so naturally u get pouty and u throw a pillow at him like HEY STOP THAT

and he just gets up still laughlng and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest

and you attempt to push him away bc he’s rude smh

and he just croons at you like “bellaaaa un besito por favorrrr”

and if u refuse he just starts kissing all over ur face until u oblige and give him a kiss

and that one kiss turns into multiple which turns into ... well you know

CHRISTOPHER

not a clothing item persay but def those iconic yellow glasses he has

he thinks its actually the cutest thing he’s ever seen

like just imagine u wearing his clothes right

just wearing his t-shirt around the house as an oversized dress and u guys are just goofin around after a night of fun (hint hint nudge nudge)

and so u grab those yellow sunglasses to put on and start imitating him

“AYY PAPA” 

giggling profusely to imitate his laugh

imitating his hip thrusts and body rolls he does during concerts

which only makes his giggle come out even more and he literally is rolling around on the bed

he ends up pulling you down onto the bed with him and literally he can’t stop LAUGHING so your like

“bro relax it wasnt that funny”

he just pulls out his phone to put you onto his instagram story, and u can hear his obnoxious (but endearing) laugh in the background

caption: how does my gf look better than me in my glasses

ERICK

tbh i feel like you wouldn’t take one of his clothing/accesory items but instead

you guys get matching EVERYTHING

matching earrings

matching rings

matching necklaces

fans eventually start giving him two of the same things when they start to notice you guys always match

when either you or him go shopping alone you almost always get at least one piece that matches each other

half the time you guys are like “wait... isnt that my shirt”

and then he’s like “uh no this is mine”

and goes back and forth until u guys are like fuck it it looks the same anyways

you guys send each other daily ootd snapchats of your outfits, so you can coordinate

that way if he’s on tour or on a trip or far away from you you can still feel close to each other in some way

[arsonforcharlie]

Hello! Love your blog! Your hair is also really cool! I was wondering if you had any tips for dm'ing. I'm currently getting back into dnd with some friends and I might be interested in dm'ing once we are wrapped up with our current campaign. Any tips and points of advice for someone who would be a first timer and utterly terrified at the thought?

thanks! i do have a pretty tolerable blog and pretty great hair

alright, so, like, i get that, dming is pretty intimidating! there’s a lot of moving parts and if you’ve never done anything like that, it’s a bit of an adjustment, especially if you’re only used to playing. when i got back into it, it was the first game i’d been involved with in any capacity in a few years, and also i decided to run pathfinder because a friend of mine had sent me his old books, so that was a Lot on the mechanics front.

first, some general tips-

figure out what your strengths and weaknesses are and try to play to those, especially for your first adventure. example, i’m naturally a pretty casual person who is pretty good at helping to create a chill goofin’ around world, and when i wrote the first dungeon of the fuck squad i was sort of trying to go against that and make a Real Serious Dark Adventure. that didn’t really work out because me and my friends are all goofballs, so i switched gears to a goofin’ around world and now people are invested enough that i can pull out a bit of drama and they get sad in real life! :) hi sergei!

similarly, if you don’t have a system picked out, shop around a bit. dnd is dope if it works for you, but if you want to run something different in tone, perhaps there’s something else that works better for you.

if you’re intimidated by mechanics-

no shame in a cheat sheet or five. i’ve got a few that i always have up for common things that i always forget. they can’t see what you have up behind the screen, after all.

you do not need to know everything! before i started running the fuck squad, i read, like, the entire rulebook because i felt like i needed to have at least a slight understanding of everything. you should aim to have a basic grasp on what your PCs can do, and a decent understanding of the stuff you’re putting in, but you don’t need to know every class and every spell, or, like, memorize swim DCs when there’s no way they’re getting near water for the next five sessions, say.

if you need to pause to look something up, your friends will guaranteed understand. (if not they’re rude and don’t run games for them) they’re playing new characters so they also won’t know everything immediately, after all.

depending on the system, you can fudge a lot. you don’t need to know the exact DC for getting the Big Powerful Wizard to believe a ridiculous lie off the top of your head, but you can more or less guess that a 13 bluff check is not gonna cut it.

if the narrative side of things is getting you nervous-

it might be easier to start with a one-or-two-shot adventure and go from there instead of slamming into a full campaign. if you dig the characters or think there’s a good jumping off point from the first dungeon you run, you can always use that as a starting point for a campaign later.

you don’t need to have the biggest most original idea in the world. cool campaign settings and plots are cool, but i guarantee your players will also have fun starting out in a tavern and being told that there are monsters attacking the city and every able hand is requested to help, and it’s a lot more manageable than starting off in the plot equivalent of a rube goldberg device.

once you get a feel for how your players tend to work things out, it gets a lot easier to plan encounters- or, failing that, not plan them. that last wizard dungeon had several rooms where i just wrote what was in the room with a way i had imagined they would find their way out but with a lot of room to fuck around and try some off-the-wall shit because that’s the way my group works.

that said, even with off-the-wall-shit on the board, try and have a small list of Things That Should Happen Unless Shit Goes Buckwild. this is gonna look different depending on your game- if you’re doing a mystery have a list of information they need to get from some source or another, if you’re doing a thing where they’re trying to stop some evil force, have a list of things Evil Steve will do unless he’s stopped, sort of thing. there’s still a chance that things will go entirely off the rails, of course, but until one of your PCs releases a biohazard into the wizard’s tower by having a skeleton stand on a t-rex skeleton and break a greenhouse roof with a trowel, you’ll at least be slightly on track.

some final tips that aren’t in a category

do not be afraid to say no. (oh hey one i’m still working on.) like, being open to shenanigans is fine, but if your players keep saying “i am going to roll athletics to try and jump from here to the moon oh hey i rolled a nat20 now i did it” you can absolutely remind them that you tell them when to roll checks, and that you’re not going to get them to roll a check to do something impossible.

try and keep a close eye on people at the table’s boundaries and be prepared to intervene if they get crossed. this shouldn’t be that much of a problem if you’re all friends who play together, but just in case.

check in with your players! ask them if they’re having fun, what they like, what they don’t like, that sort of thing. you get validation and guaranteed they do not mind your few missteps that you agonize about days later. 

have fun! you’re playing too, and if you’re not having fun there’s a problem somewhere. at the end of the day, you’re playing a game with your friends.

also listen to our podcast it’s great

[spectraspecs-writes]

Taris - Chapter 13 (Carth)

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 12. Chapter 14.

Knowing that Gadon Thek is a nice kind of guy, I think taking a few minutes to chill out in the Hidden Bek base isn’t a terrible idea. They have a pretty nice mess and were kind enough to give Carth and myself a small smackerel to eat. Seeing as how we’re now working for Gadon and all that. And to me, this seems like the perfect time to talk to Carth some more. “Hey, Carth,” I say to him.

He swallows the water in his mouth and says, “Yes, what’s on your mind?”

“I want to discuss something with you.”

“You do?” He shrugs a little. “Fair enough. What do you want to discuss?”

“We didn't exactly finish our conversation yesterday.”

He sighs a bit, like “oh, that’s what she wants to talk about.” “I knew you wouldn't understand where I was coming from,” he says, “Let me try to explain. You've got the skills of an elite commando, and you've saved my butt more than once.” Hell yeah, I have, and don’t forget it. “Between that and your facility with languages, I'm lucky you're here. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop watching you or being wary. I'm just not built that way. Period.” Dude, that sounds a bit harsh.

“Why are you so hostile?” I ask him, “What, pray tell, did I do to deserve this?”

“You, uh… haven't done anything.” Exactly, that’s what I’m saying. “Yet.” Dude, what a cop-out. “But there's no guarantee that you won't do anything in the future.”

“So you want a guarantee? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“I've been betrayed before by people and I… well, it won't happen again. I don't know that you'll betray me. But there are no guarantees… not for you, not for me. You don't have to take it personally.”

Okay, now I’m pissed. “Don't tell me not to take it personally, you hairless Wookiee!”

“Hairless Wookiee?” he repeats, “Alright, sister, just... just... just calm down before your head explodes.”

Oh-ho-ho, here we go! “Don't tell me to calm down, you ignorant bantha!”

“Is that your idea of an insult? Come on, sister, take your best shot.”

Uh-uh, I’m not playing this time! “Drooling Bomarr cast-off!”

He laughs a bit. Still trying to play with me. “Oh, ouch. I think you hurt my man-feelings with that one.”

“Don’t patronize me, Carth.” You’ve seen me with my swords, do you really want to risk pissing me off?

“Wouldn't think of it,” he says, even though that’s basically what he’s been doing, “Feel better now?”

“Not really. This is still serious,” I say, turning more to face him.

He sighs, and I think he gets that I’m not playing today. “Look... all I mean is…”

I scoff again, interrupting him with a sarcastic laugh. “Right,” I say, “And how am I supposed to know that *you* won't betray us?”

“Me?”

Uh-huh, weren’t expecting that, were you? “Yes, you! Why should I trust you, after all?”

“You shouldn't.”

Huh. I think this just a bit of a turn. “If you're smart,” he continues, “you won't trust anyone… not me, not Bastila, and especially not yourself.”

“Ahhh…,” I say. I think I’m starting to get this. “So you don't trust yourself, is that it?”

“I don't need to be analyzed, thanks,” he says, starting to turn away from me, “Can we… can we just get back to business?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about this?” I think I’m getting somewhere here.

“No, I don't want to talk about it. What I want is to save the galaxy… if that's even possible.”

He stammers a bit, then says, “Why is whether or not I trust you or anyone so damned important to you? Why… why do you even care?” And before I have a chance to say anything else, he stops me. “We don't have time for this, so can we please just… drop it. For now? Can we pick it up later if you really must, I… want to get underway.”

You know what, dude, I feel like you’re trying to avoid this subject. But I’ve finished my bread and I feel like running it off, so what the hell, let’s go. So I sigh and get up. “Let’s go, then. This Jedi isn’t going to find herself. And neither is Mission.”

He hops off his chair and follows me out of the Bek base.

Let’s see, if the Vulkar base was back the way we came, then presumably the entrance to the Undercity is in the other direction. Sounds like a good place to start, at least. So I head off in that direction. And it’s not long before we run into some Vulkars, but I’m not so sure these guys will be a problem. Not if the guy they’re talking to is any indication.

“You guys are behind with your payments,” he says. A human. Payments to what? “What do you uh, you think just ‘cause you're in some gang you don't have to give Davik his cut?” Sounds like the Exchange to me. In the galaxy, wherever you are, there are two constants - Czerka Corporation, a huge intergalactic business conglomeration, and it’s less legitimate little brother, the Exchange. Where Czerka is a business, the Exchange is part organized crime, part black market. If a planet’s economy is like an iceberg, you’ll find Czerka above the water, and the huge mass of the Exchange under the water. And it seems to me like this Davik guy is in charge of the Exchange around these parts. I haven’t seen a trace of Czerka so far, so Davik must be the head honcho around these parts. Not the Sith, much as they think they’re in charge. No. It’s Davik.

“I don't see Davik doing anything for his share,” one of the Vulkars, a Nikta, says, “We do all the work. Davik claims he's part of the Exchange, so let's see him prove it.”

“Yeah,” his Rodian buddy scoffs, “let's see the big crime lord come and get his money from the Black Vulkars!”

Mission was right, these guys are idiots.

“Ah, so you want to play this the hard way?” the Exchange agent says, “Haha. OK.” And he whistles.

That is one built Mandalorian. And it looks like he knows his way around that repeating rifle.

And he has the Vulkars nervous. “Oh, hey… Canderous,” the Nikta says, backpedaling hard, “We didn't know you was working for Davik now.”

“Yeah, we were just goofin' around here,” the Rodian says anxiously, “We don't want no trouble with a Mandalorian. Here's Davik's cut.” And he hands the Exchange agent some credits.

“I knew you boys would see reason. Now get out of here.” And the Vulkars turn tail and run into the apartments.

“Too bad,” says the Mandalorian, “I was looking forward to cracking some heads.”

“Maybe next time, Canderous,” says the Exchange agent, “I better get this over to Davik. I'll call you if anyone else gets behind on their payments.” He heads off back towards the Upper City elevator, and Canderous heads into the apartments.

I sort of tilt my head a little and narrow my eyes. “Uh-oh,” Carth says, “I know that look. Why do I get the feeling we’ll be heading into those apartments?”

“I’ve just got a gut feeling that if we want to get off this planet, we’ll need that Mandalorian’s help,” I say.

“Can’t we worry about that after we’ve found Bastila?”

I turn to him. “Sure, if you want to search the entire planet for a lone Mandalorian working for the Exchange.”

Carth sighs defeatedly. “All right,” he says, and he follows me into the apartments.

Okay, we were literally right behind that Mandalorian, where the hell did he go? He has to be around here some… ooh a droid! My fingers have been itching to fix a droid ever since I saw that droid shop. And you know, I can almost smell the Black Vulkars in here. It would be good to have an extra gun hand here. So I settle down with my pack and my hyperspanner.

“What are you doing?” Carth asks, “I thought we were looking for that Mandalorian.”

“We were,” I say, starting to tinker with the droid, “But now I’m repairing this droid.”

He sighs again. “You really need to talk with someone about your attention span.”

“Can’t you smell the Vulkars in here?” I say, fixing the droid’s targeting sensors, “Trust me, you’ll thank me for this later, when you’re not bleeding on the floor.”

“How do you know there’s…?” he starts to ask, but then he just sighs again. “You know, forget it. Fix the droid, what the hell.”

“Now you’re seeing things my way,” I say, replacing the droid’s burned out shield emitters.

I just love fixing droids. If I believed all that Jedi crap, I’d say it was a great way of centering myself. But as it is, it just takes my mind off things. Like Bastila - what if we can’t find her? What if she’s dead by the time we get to her? What if we die before we get that accelerator for Gadon? What if, what if, what if. But fixing droids. That’s something I know I can do. That’s a problem I know I can fix. And it makes me feel a hell of a lot better about my other problems. There’s just something about fixing droids that tells me that everything’s going to be okay.

There we go, that should do it. This droid will go off and take care of any hostiles in the area. The more Vulkars we take care of now, the fewer we’ll have to worry about in their base when we get that accelerator. Now, with the droid taking care of the Vulkars, I can commit more time to finding that Mandalorian, Canderous. Carth and I have been right near the entrance this whole time, so he couldn’t have left. He has to be in one of these apartments.

Nope, not the first one.

Nope, not the second one, either.

And not the third one.

Or the fourth one.

Hmm. Why is there a footlocker in the middle of the room in the fourth one? And there’s a note on the footlocker: “Gilthos: Sorry I couldn't be there with you, but here's the package I promised. Remember, activate the holographic security system in the proper order to open it or… BOOM! Just activate the holograms in the same order that they joined the band. Since you're The Twisted Rancor Trio’s manager, you should be able to figure out the code. I still think this is a mistake. Davik won't be happy if Ashana can't fill in for her sister. And you don't want to get Davik mad or you might never come out of that estate again. Anyway, good luck. And if this works, think about what a great chapter it'll make in that biography of the band you’ve been working on.”

“No way!” I exclaim, “I love the Twisted Rancor Trio!”

“Who are the Twisted Rancor Trio?” Carth asks.

“You’ve never heard of the Twisted Rancor Trio?” I balk, “What kind of rock have you been living under? They’re only the best music group this side of the core! And I love them!” I look around at the holograms. “It’s a shame they stopped performing.”

“Why did they stop?”

“Their manager…” Oh, shit, he died. “Ah.”

“What?”

“See, I’d heard they were on Taris, but I didn’t think… Their manager died. And given from this note, he got in trouble with the Estate. Means he won’t be coming back for this stuff. We might as well take it.”

Carth looks at the note. “Well, the only way to get into it is to activate the holograms in the right order. Hopefully you’re as big of a fan as you say you are.”

“The biggest. Let’s see… first was… Elinda… then Ujaa and his brother Ujii… but they were awful so Loopa and Fodo took their places… that just leaves… Ashana.” And the footlocker opens. Awesome - some solid armor and 50 credits. If only their manager had the armor before he left for the Davik’s estate. I never thought this trivia would actually get me anywhere. This is some really nice armor, I think I’ll put it on. The Echani know their stuff. “There’s only one apartment left. That Mandalorian should be in there.”

“If he hasn’t left.”

“Stop raining on my parade.”

Next apartment - hmm, that’s a Twi’lek.

“Hey – you can't come in here! This is a private apartment!” he shouts at me.

“Sorry, I was looking for somebody else,” I say quickly, “What are you doing here? This place looks pretty much abandoned.”

“None of your business. Just turn around and go back the way you came, if you know what's good for you.”

Well, I don’t know what’s good for me. And I’m nosy. So maybe if I ask right… “Are you in some sort of trouble? Do you want to talk about it?”

“I… I guess I could tell you. You'll probably find out on your own eventually, anyway. Zax is giving his bounties away like candy, or so I hear.” Oh, there’s a bounty office? “My name's Matrik – I used to work for the Exchange, but all the violence and killing started to get to me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, so I turned state's evidence.

“My testimony helped put some of the biggest criminals on Taris away for life. But Davik didn't like seeing his friends go down, so now he's got a bounty on my head.”

Ouch. “Isn’t there some sort of witness protection or something?”

“There was, until the Sith came in and shut it down.”

Double ouch. “Maybe there's some way I could help you out if this mess,” I say. Hey, if it hurts the Exchange, that’s alright in my book.

“I don't think there's much anyone could do. And I'm getting sick of running. I've decided to make my stand right here.”

He sounds like he’s given up. Well, he can’t exactly have Davik eliminated, and in a case like this, paying him off is not an option. “Maybe you could fake your own death?” I suggest.

“I've already thought of that,” he says, “I even came up with a plan of how to do it. But I can't pull it off while I'm holed up in here.”

“I could help you out. No one’s looking for me.”

“The trick is getting Davik to buy it when there's no body found at the scene,” he says, “If it looks like I died in a massive explosion, he won't be suspicious when my corpse never turns up. If I have an accomplice go back and tell Davik that they were the one who set off the explosion to eliminate me, I think I'd be home free. I have some demolitions experience from my own days in the Exchange so I could set it all up. But I'd need to get my hands on a permacrete detonator.”

“Hey, I can do that, no problem.”

“They don't usually sell them in stores here in the Lower City, but the Upper City might carry them. You might want to look there first,” he suggests, “Once that’s done, you could collect the bounty on my head. That would close the matter.”

Sounds like a good plan to me. “I’ll be back when I get that detonator.”

Matrik doesn’t say anything more. Like he doesn’t believe me. But I’ll get it for him.

“If we keep getting things for people, we’ll never find Bastila,” Carth says.

“Hey, if you want to go to the Undercity by yourself, be my guest,” I say to him, “But I want to try to help people, if I can. Isn’t that what the Republic does anyway?”

“Well, I guess you’re right,” he says, “Better to help where we can, I guess.”

“Now you’re seeing things my way,” I say. Back to the Upper City then.

[ladybugkisses]

i had a dream gam and i went shopping but we both forgot our wallets so it was just us goofin around in a clothes store

best part of it was i Really wanted to buy him a purple flannel i found because obviously

but he kept refusing bc nOoOo dOn’t wAsTe yOuR MoNeY On mE

anyway now he has it in canon bc i dont care